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“I just don’t get what you have against him, Kate.”

Of course I knew not to react to this. But part of me was a bit beyond caring now. We had been out for an hour and a half and Jodie had talked about her ex pretty much non stop.

“It’s not about what I think, Jode. Yes, I always thought he was a waste of space. But it’s about how he treats you. About how you still let him treat you, I should say.”

My best friend looked down and picked at a bit of fluff stuck to her tights. I had known her for 25 years and I knew that no eye contact meant that she knew I was right. Finally. “It was him who broke up with you, wasn’t it? At Christmas, I might add.” This last bit was maybe a bit much, but I knew that I had to make her see sense.

“Yeah,” she replied, gloomily.

“But you still stand for it. Any time he calls, you fall for it, even six months down the line. And it’s a booty call at the end of the day isn’t it? He makes some big gesture for the two of you to do something together. And then he cancels it if one of his mates makes him a better offer.” Definitely too far. She looked like she might cry and I couldn’t be dealing with that. My dress was new, white with little sleeves. The last thing I wanted was a mascara smudge that I had to get out.

“Come here,” I said, giving her a preemptive hug. “Just delete his number now. Enough’s enough. We’ll do shopping and lunch tomorrow to save you moping about if you’re not seeing him. All that bothers me is that I know you deserve better.”

Her face cracked into a smile and she threw her arms around me. We had known each other since the start of secondary school and that meant that I could get away with being fairly blunt about plenty of things. Besides, I knew that she couldn’t stay looking glum if retail therapy was on offer. Especially just after payday.

I stifled a yawn as I hugged her. We had arranged a night out but now that we were here, I had to admit that I wasn’t really feeling it. Especially knowing that my free day tomorrow had just been eaten away with a fight to get into the busy city as well. Tonight, three of us had meant to go out. Our other friend had shied off at the last minute. Plus, it was chilly and looked like rain. Was it bad to want to call it a night already? We could polish a bottle of wine off at my place instead.

“Kate? Hi! I thought I recognised that voice.”

The sound of my name being called from behind cut our embrace short. I had scanned the outside seating area for familiar faces as we came out and not spotted anyone that I knew. It took me a moment to even figure out who was calling to me. When the salutation was repeated, my eyes honed in on a face in the crowd. Inwardly, I winced a little.

“Hi Nikki,” I replied with a wave. It was my old boss.

“Someone you know?” Jodie said.

“Yes. Obviously?” I love the girl. She’s clever. But she does come out with the dimmest things, sometimes.

“We should go over and say hi,” she said taking another swig from her drink. Jodie is one of those people who are naturally sociable and loves meeting new people. Whereas I wouldn’t be able to shake this feeling that I was ready for my PJ’s now. Besides, there were a few things which I had heard about Nikki which meant that I would always be uncomfortable around her.

Jodie’s face had brightened up with the distraction and I didn’t want her to start dwelling or even talking about Mike again. Besides, I could hardly act like I hadn’t spotted her now. “Okay, sure. You’ll like Nikki. I used to work for her.”

After the briefest, awkwardest of introductions, we were seated at Nikki’s table. I had heard that she had left our old office under a bit of a cloud after I had gone. And my memories of that job weren’t the fondest either, so I wanted to keep this as brief as possible. It had dawned on me as I sat down that Nikki was unaccompanied. She wasn’t dressed up for a full night on the town but looked as demure as ever in a full length floral dress with wedge heels. Her long blonde hair was down and the dark rims of her glasses still meant that she maintained the sharp, managerial edge which I associated her with. It suited her though.

“By the way, Kate’s right my love. As right as she often was in the board room. If you give an ex an inch, he will know it’s on his terms and keep treating you however the hell he wants!”

I bristled. Part of me appreciated the sentiment of the backup, of course. Still, nobody likes to think they have been eavesdropped on, right? Especially when they then go and admit it out loud. Like a moth to a wool sweater though, Jodie was drawn.

“Oh. Have you been in a similar position?”

Nikki gave a wry smile. “Once or twice.” She knew she had an ‘in’ now. “You remind me of myself when I was about your age my love.” As she spoke, the older woman poured us both a glass from the pitcher which she had on her table. This messed with my head a little bit. Was she expecting company? Planning on chugging the full thing adana escort by herself? Either was possible, I recalled her as a slightly quirky social bee who certainly enjoyed a tipple.

“You don’t look to much older than me and Kate,” Jodie replied. I winced again, knowing how much she would love the compliment. We were both thirty-two. I had seen something on social media last year about Nikki having a big do for her fiftieth. Although, in fairness, she wore it exceptionally well.

“You’re too kind. And flattery would get you everywhere. But no, you two are sweet, innocent little darlings by comparison. I genuinely think it was let-downs like the ones that you’re describing which helped me to exit the closet, shall we say.”

“Oh gosh, you’re a lesbian?” I had no idea,” Jodie replied. Again, there really were times where I wanted her to get a better filter for these situations.

“We don’t all wear it on a t-shirt. At least not all of the time. But yes, it’s pushing five years now since I went public. Or told the parents, which can be a nice official marker. If one is needed.”

“Oh … ha … Sorry I didn’t mean any-“

“None taken. I am messing with you, my sweet. Katy will tell you. It’s what I do. So, can you give me one good reason, here and now why you let this – what was his name even?”

“Mike,” Jodie replied. I could tell that she was feeling a little washed up already by this maelstrom of a conversation.

“Why you let Mike dictate the rhythm of your life? Why he should get a say in when you are – or aren’t – happy?”

Jodie blushed the brightest of reds. “I – uhh. I guess he shouldn’t?”

“Well that much is obvious dear. He shouldn’t even be a topic of conversation whilst you are out with one of your oldest friends. But that doesn’t answer my question. Why has he been able to have that hold over you?”

“Erm,” she was really squirming now.

“It’s the sex isn’t it?” Nikki sat back and drained the last quarter of her glass as she watched Jodie’s reaction to this.

“What?”

“He’s probably the best you’ve had. And you’re probably worrying that you won’t find anyone who will match him.” I had to admit that whilst I was starting to remember what Nikki was like at her worst when she had had a few drinks, it was amusing watching her put my friend under such a spotlight. With any luck, the awkwardness of a third party calling it out might bleach the guy from her mind and let her move on.

“Well, kind of,” Jodie answered, rubbing the top of her arms as if she was starting to feel the chill. “He was good in bed. I mean when it was good it was great!”

“And you don’t think you will find someone better?”

“I don’t know. Are you going to try and tell me that a woman would be much better?”

Nikki sat back and raised a carefully plucked eyebrow. “Not at all. Why would you pluck an idea like that out of thin air?”

Jodie went several shades of scarlet deeper in just a few seconds. She took a deep swig from her own glass, looking around to see if anyone was listening in. Of the selection of drinkers left outside, all seemed to be deep within their own conversations. “Don’t all women think about that? A bit, at least.” All of a sudden I didn’t think I liked where this was heading again. Was my old boss hitting on my friend?

Nikki shrugged, a self-satisfied smile on her face. “That is definitely my theory, yes. Of all women, including the ones who say they don’t like the idea, they’ve all imagined the scene. At least a little. How it plays out when one woman kisses another. Even if it’s only to decide it’s not for them. But some decide they really like the image and want to take it further. I take it that’s you, honey?” She had leaned in now, forming a conspiratorial circle out of the three of us.

“Uh … yeah. I liked it a lot actually.” A hint of a naughty smile had formed in the corner of her mouth as her eyes looked down. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Have you ever acted on it?”

Jodie giggled and spun her glass around on the table absentmindedly. “No, I don’t think I ever could bring myself to kiss a woman. I wouldn’t even know how to approach one!” She was pulling the literal face that she used to pull in lessons when I was interrogating her about a crush.

“Well there isn’t a book of cheat codes for lesbians. Did you never think about asking Kate to practice kissing when you were younger?”

The crimson flush returned instantly to my friend’s cheeks. “Uh …”

Wait, answer quicker, I thought. She will get the wrong idea.

“So that’s a yes?” Nikki pressed her.

Jodie looked at me and then back at her tormentor. “Kind of? Sometimes, maybe?”

“Wait, what?” I said, astonished.

“It crossed my mind,” she added. “I have always thought that you’re so pretty. And when I started to, uh, wonder … you were just the natural choice on who to wonder about.” It was my turn to feel the flush rise through my neck and across my ankara escort face.

Nikki was trying desperately to maintain her cool in front of the gaping open goal which this entire conversation had become. “And were these feelings reciprocated, Kate? You are quite the pair and you don’t have the entire monopoly here on the cute friend badge.”

“No! Of course not. We were best friends – are best friends. Practically like sisters for years.” I glared at them both for different reasons, knowing that my tone was hopelessly defensive. But as my gaze met Jodie’s I could see the hurt that the harshness of my answer had caused.

“It would have been wrong to think of her like that,” I added to soften the blow. There was also the fact that I wasn’t being entirely honest. There had been times when, I had to admit, the thought had crossed my mind. And Jodie was right about being the obvious subject for such thoughts. Or fantasies if we called the spade what it was.

There was a silence for a few moments whilst egos cooled and information was processed. It was a lot to take in and the yearning to be at home in the PJ’s, or actually anywhere else away from this strange woman’s questions had become overwhelming. The problem now was the look in Jodie’s big, brown eyes which was somewhere between hurt and curiosity.

“Why not start by stroking her leg?” Nikki asked. She spoke in such a matter of fact way. Like what she had suggested was the most normal thing in the world.

I was wearing a short dress with an abstract pattern of pinks, black and turquoise. Jodie had on a white dress of similar length with a subtle leaf print. We had both worn tights with our black high heels to ward of the chill of the late summer’s evening.

“Umm …” I could see my friend debating whether this was a good idea. Her eyes were fixed on the sheen of the top of my thigh. She broke her gaze momentarily to glance over her shoulder to check that none of the other drinkers were obviously watching what we were doing. As her eyes returned to me, there was a naughty glint in her eye. “I did always think you had nice legs.”

Self consciously I hitched the hem of my dress down a little, as close to the knee as I could. Jodie leaned forward and just allowed three manicured fingers to curl around my knee. Her hand lingered there for a moment, resting as we both acclimatised to this new sensation. Then, when she realised that the world had not imploded around us, she stroked the palm of her hand up onto the soft flesh of my thigh. A gasp stuck in my throat as her hand pushed deeper, emboldened. I closed my eyes for a second. There is no denying that it felt good. Naughty.

When I opened my eyes, Jodie was that little bit closer. Biting her lip gently as if in deep thought, her eyes were focused on my lap as the tips of her five fingers savoured the feel of the nylon.

“Kate, why don’t you do the same to Jodie now?” Nikki asked, breaking the spell for a moment.

“But … this isn’t my thing!” I snapped.

“Kate,” she sighed, “you never could lie. No matter how trivial the topic. Let your hair down. It’s just a bit of fun.”

With a gentle shake of my head I decided it was just easier to play the game for a few minutes and then be gone. Jodie was always the one who had the better curves. Her legs looked perfectly feminine with the lines which rose between her calf through the knee and up to her thigh. The colour of the tights definitely amplified this magic. In that moment I could totally see what the guys obsessed over.

“Go on then you wuss, just do it,” Jodie giggled. She hitched her dress up a little.

With a roll of my eyes to deflect the level of intrigue that may have built, I placed my hand on the tender flesh just above her knee. I was entirely unprepared for the electroshock which coursed through my body as I touched her. The warm, satin feel was like nothing I had ever felt. Of course I have pulled these garments on countless times for school, work. I have tugged them away wearily at the end of a hard day as well. Probably grazed my hand against another body’s material in passing as well. But the sheer tactile bliss of Jodie’s leg merged with the years of ups and down, innocuous times that we had hugged and touched in the past. Somehow, the emotions that came about from all that were greater than the sum of all the parts. She felt heavenly as I ran my hand upwards and then back down her thigh without having gone inappropriately high. But somewhere near the back of my brain, I became aware that I would love to have continued. To see just how much nicer her gorgeous legs felt with each tantalising inch I climbed higher.

I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat. “Happy?” I asked with a defusing smile which I hoped said enough now.

“She wants a kiss.” Nikki said this so matter of factly as she took another swig of her drink.

“Excuse me,” I asked, scowling at my old boss. This was starting to feel like adıyaman escort an intrusion on our friendship for her twisted bit of evening entertainment now. I had just about had enough.

“Can’t you read? Body language that is. Your friend – she wants a kiss.”

“I really don’t think that’s inappropriate,” I retorted. Despite the cacophony of emotions which had just washed over me at the electric of that touch, the pub seemed unaware that we were even present let alone showing any interest in what we were doing or thinking. Jodie said nothing but continued to study my face.

“Come on, get over yourself. Do you really think you’ll be the first chick that kissed another on a night out? Even the only woman snogging a mate in a pub right this very moment just for shits and giggles. Let her give you a kiss!”

Jodie said nothing for a moment still, but she chewed her lip again. Her eyes smouldered and she looked like she might just devour me there and then. “I’m game.”

I sighed. “Jodes, come on now. Don’t you think that this has gone far enough? Are you really saying that you cave this easily to a bit of peer pressure?”

She shook her head. “She’s not my peer. But she’s onto something. I’ve wanted to snog you for years.”

With that, she stood up and edged closer towards me and then bent to head height. I had to assume that we suddenly didn’t have a silent audience but she was blocking my view. She placed both of her hands on my exposed thighs and the same pulse of unexpected thrills thrummed through me. Her lips met mine. They were so impossibly soft. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe as everything else just faded out leaving only us. Her eyes were closed and so I thought I had better close mine too. It was such a delicate kiss. Jodie locked her mouth into position, silently fulfilling a number of her unspoken juvenile fantasies. Then she gently applied pressure, sucking my lips tenderly before she pulled away in a soft pop of shared lip-gloss.

How did that feel so nice? I wondered, bringing a manicured fingernail to the corner of the lip which she had vacated so prematurely. Was she deliberately leaving me wanting more? There was a smirk hiding on her face as she sat back down, like she had just accepted an award or something.

“How was that for you both?” Nikki asked, clasping her hands together delightedly. She was loving this and had the look of the proverbial puppeteer about her. Yet all of a sudden I realised that the chances of me having that early PJ night had faded to almost zero. Unless I took evasive action and pretty much just bolted out of there. That was the thing. I don’t think I even wanted to.

“You really oughtn’t to leave it there you know,” Nikki added as her question had gone unanswered. “You mustn’t. Through those patio doors there is an empty side bar. How about we reconvene in there? I will go first so it doesn’t like some kind of VIP lounge for every sucker around here. Then, after a couple of minutes, you girls follow one at a time.”

+++

Kate hadn’t phrased it as a question. More a set of instructions.

Inevitably, it wasn’t more than a few minutes before Jodie and I found ourselves sitting in that dimly lit side bar. The buzz of Friday night drinking moving up through the gears now came from both sides.

“There was meant to be a function on in here but the group cancelled at the last minute,” Nikki said as she closed the patio door after is and pulled the blind down. Jodie and I stared at her a little confused. “I know the owner. He said about it earlier,” she explained with a wave of her hand as she sat back down opposite us. “Now, let’s not loose where we were. Kate. I don’t think that was as face-meltingly awful as you led yourself to believe it might be. So … why don’t you give her a kiss back?” She folded her arms expectantly as she said this.

My defiant streak kicked back in a little. I crossed my own arms to match her gesture. “Listen, Nikki. I don’t know what you think this is.”

She tilted her head to one side as she studied my face. She didn’t need to say anything.

“I’m not a lesbian.” There. I said it.

“Of course not, my love. I didn’t say that you were. But do you think that matters?”

“I …” Suddenly aware of her gaze from next to me I turned to Jodie. Her doe eyes carried a look of expectation.

“Kate, nor am I. But she’s right. Does it matter? All that I know is that right now, I really want you to kiss me.” Realisation dawned. It wasn’t that Nikki had set out to seduce two innocent girls. There wasn’t some agenda. It was happening anyway though. Whether it was just the spontaneity of the way the evening was unfolding. Or years of pent up latent sexual attraction. I really wanted to initiate a kiss like that one again.

Before I knew it I was leaning towards her. She met me halfway with eager lips. I think that she just needed the reassurance that I would make the first move, that I wanted this too. This time our lips moved in unison, softly massaging against the other. After a few seconds, Jodie’s tongue was in my mouth, caressing mine softly. She placed both hands against my bare forearms, bracing herself against me. After a while, she broke away. I was shocked to see that she was panting lightly, her arousal palpable.

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