Miranda is a professional accountant with a boring, staid life. Then Kiley Parrish is transferred to Miranda's section. Kiley is a happy, exciting woman and as they become friends, Miranda's life changes from boring to adventurous; and not only does her life change, but also her thoughts about gay and lesbian people.

Kiley introduces Miranda into the world of gay rights and steamy lesbian nights. Exposed to parties, touchy-feely encounters, and close dancing with other women, Miranda begins to yearn for the closeness of a relationship with another woman. But isn't she straight? And Kiley is her friend, but could she be something more?

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Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

“Please don’t go. I generally see things in people like trustworthiness, honesty, good, or bad. Something about you is pretty cool. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“I get it,” I respond with a sigh. “Besides, I’m not ready to go home to an empty house anyway. But, if you turn out to be some type of pervert, I do have mace and a stun gun.”

He laughs then reaches into his jacket pocket. He hands me a business card.

I take the card and slip it into my purse without looking at it. My eyes are too blurry from the alcohol to read the card. Too many shots. He may think that I am not interested in him, but that is not the case.

“So, one more shocker question. Do you think you can handle it?”

“Yes ... no ... yes ... wait! I’ll take that shot you offered me first.”

He laughs.

“Okay. Bartender, please give the beautiful lady as many shots as she requires. It’s on me.”

I knock back two or three drinks and then look his way.

“By the way, what is your name?”

“It’s on my business card which you so boldly tossed away, but I’m Alastair.”

“I didn’t toss it. It’s right here in my purse. I know where it is. But, your name— Alastair—and your accent make you British, right?”

“Indeed it does. I’m so glad that you noticed...uh, your name?”

“Miranda, my name is Miranda.”

“So, may I ask the question now, Miranda?”

“Fire away.”

“You say that this is your second visit to this place. So, I’m trying to figure out if you fit in with the crowd.”

“Are you asking if I’m lesbian?”

“Yes.”

I laugh. I laugh until tears form in my eyes. I laugh and laugh and laugh. I laugh my way to the dance floor without responding to Alastair. I twirl around and around and around. I dance to techno and to beats I haven’t danced to in years. Actually, this is my second dance in some three or four years. First, I danced in the streets and now I’m dancing in a lesbian bar. I’m on a roll! I’m alive and free.

I see Alastair looking at me like I'm crazy at first, but then he stands close to the dance floor, and claps and cheer me on. His clapping invigorates me, or maybe it’s the alcohol. I’m loose now and going strong. Ladies gather around me as I flail my arms all around and in the air. I’m sure Alastair likes this since he wants to seduce a lesbian. I’m not a lesbian, but he doesn’t know it. I sure feel like one now because I’m being pulled close to women who are grinding on my body, palming my butt, and kissing me on the mouth.

I’ve never experienced being pulled so close by a woman, to feel soft, voluptuous breasts pressing against mine, lips as soft as mine pushing against my mouth, a female tongue parting my lips to touch my tongue. I’ve never had the soft hands of a woman pull me close and pull tightly on my soft butt cheeks. I’m not reciprocating the touches, but my body likes this feeling. Then again, I see my mother’s face looking at me with a mean expression and telling me that I’m sinning by lusting. She’s saying that I am committing a double sin by having a same-sex sexual experience and liking the tingling, electrifying feeling through my body. “Sin, sin, sin!” I hear my mother say.

I watched the women the other night when I was here with Kye. The females enjoyed the same things that are being done to me now. I’m hot and I’m curious how it will feel to be with another women. I’ve got a man wanting me over there and I’ve got several women wanting me on the dance floor. How much more important and popular can I feel than at this moment? I’m riding on cloud nine!

The music changes to a slow beat. It’s like I’m mesmerized by a tall and attractive woman. She approaches and looks into my eyes. She takes the pin from my hair and it tumbles down my back. She holds the small of my back with one hand and caresses my hair. My head rolls back with each stroke of her hands. My eyes roll back in my head as she pulls me closer and closer. I feel her soft breasts pressed against my softness. I feel a longing for her. My panties moisten. I feel her as she licks her lips and come close to my mouth. I hear Alastair and the crowd screaming out for us to do it and suddenly I snap back into reality. I shake my head and turn away. I turn down several invitations to slow dance. I rush to the...