1. Displacement activity


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: monica3, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    just never, ever thought you were the tiniest bit interested. I’ve been hoping you’d ask for weeks.’ ‘Why didn’t you ask me?’ ‘For goodness’ sake Helen, just look at yourself. You’re what, thirty-five or so, you’re about eleven feet tall and you have an athlete’s body. Now look at me.’ ‘That Fran of yours has a lot to answer for. Did she hurt you that badly?’ That took me by surprise. It had never occurred to me either that Helen knew about Fran or that I might have lost some of my self-esteem. Ridiculously perhaps, I thought I’d got over Fran without much in the way of damage. Helen took my hand gently in hers. ‘Well?’ ‘I don’t know. I guess we never know, do we?’ Decisively, Helen said, ‘What about tomorrow night? Let’s meet here for a drink at 7? I’ve got a bit to do at school tomorrow afternoon. Then we can go on to that little Greek down by the canal?’ That ‘little Greek down by the canal’ was a well-known and rather posh place. I smiled and accepted. And so it was that at 7 on that Saturday I was at the club’s bar again, my hair tied loosely back, wearing a soft cotton dress in a mix of white and blue with dark blue heels and bare legs. Underneath? Well, let’s save that for later, if there is a later. Eva had been playing and came to the bar. She was drenched in sweat, her hair sticking to her face where it showed, unruly, beneath her hat, her shirt clinging between her breasts. ‘I just got thrashed by that bitch from the States.’ She and Lola were great mates so this ...
    was a false anger. ‘She didn’t even use the camel toe ploy against me.’ We laughed and then, as if seeing me for the first time, she said, ‘Oh my God, Charlie. You have (pronounced ‘heff’) a date, no?’ Looking over my shoulder her eyes widened in surprise. I turned to follow her gaze. Until now I had only ever seen Helen in shorts and a shirt or in long pants and a shirt, always with trainers and white socks and always with a sports bra faintly visible through the shirts. Her long blonde hair had always been tied back severely. This evening was a shock. Here was Helen, no question about that but a Helen I had never seen before. She was wearing a short, halter-necked dress in pale yellow. Her chest was loose under the dress’s bodice with a hint of dark nipples; not, I hasten to point out, that I was staring. Her long legs were emphasised by the dress and the heels of her strappy sandals. Her hair was loose and shone in the late sunlight. Breathtaking. ‘Hi, Charlie. HI Eva.’ ‘She was carrying a bottle of Cava and two glasses. ‘I’ll get another glass, if you’d like some, Eva?’ ‘No, no thanks,’ said Eva. ‘I need to stand under a shower for perhaps a year and recover. You two carry on.’ She patted my arm. ‘Enjoy yourselves, girls.’ I’d expected a leer or an aside but all I got was the briefest of kisses and I was alone with Helen who sat in her athletic way in the seat vacated by Eva, poured the wine and handed me a glass. ‘You look good.’ ‘So do you. I’ve never seen you in a dress ...
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