Chapter 6

I knew I would probably get Ronnie in trouble, but Trish would have to get over it. Surely, from one lesbian to another, she could appreciate the newness of the situation.

"Hey, Giselle. Hang on. I'll get Veronica." I wondered why Trish answered her phone if she was so put off by people actually calling the person it belonged to, but I kept my mouth shut and waited.

"So, how'd it go? Your lips still wet from your first muff?"

Of course, my friend had to turn this into a locker room chat. "No, heifer. We had drinks. It was nice."

"Then why do you sound so unsure?"

"She paid the bill."

"She digs you. And if you let her, I assume you thought she was pretty kinky, too."

I rolled my eyes. In the last two weeks, my best friend had gone from this well-put-together, gorgeous woman to a horny teenager with a crass mouth. "We're having dinner on Friday. She's cooking."

"Wow."

Here's where things got sticky. Since my divorce, I wasn't interested in relationships. I rarely saw the same guy more than twice, and that only happened if he was really good in bed. I didn't care what people thought-men had done it for decades, and I was enjoying my sexual freedom as I neared the prime of my life. If that made me a slut, at least I was a well-satiated floozy.

"Oh, stop. I don't have a clue what I'm doing here. It's not like things with guys."

"You might want to figure it out quickly. A woman who bought your drinks and offered to cook your dinner is either a leprechaun or a hag. One doesn't exist and the other you'll wish didn't."

"Can you stop for a minute and focus?"

"Sure. What are we focusing on? Did she catfish you? She was ugly, wasn't she? I bet she stole her profile picture off some modeling website. Women do that-"

"Jesus, Ronnie. Shut up. She was gorgeous. And charming. And her boobs were so perky they have to be fake. I meant to ask her about her lipstick. It was the perfect shade and looked like she'd just applied it even after she kissed me."

"Whoa! What? She kissed you? Was there tongue involved?"

"God, you're such a pervert. No. Just on the cheek when we were leaving. Right after she shot down a rather good-looking man in the bar."

"She's so attractive men approach her? I love women who don't look lesbian. The ones made for all of us to enjoy regardless of which way we swing." My friend had gone into some dopey trance on the other end.

"Veronica..."

She grunted to remind me she was still listening.

"What do I wear to her house? What kind of wine do I take? And we're back to this same question-condoms or no?"

"She knows you're a newbie, right?" She kept talking after I uttered my agreement. "Dinner at her house is casual. Jeans and a cute tee. But nothing complicated. It all needs to be able to come off with ease. No woman wants to fumble with clothing when they're already going to be fumbling with you. Secondly, take a nice bottle since she paid for drinks and she's cooking." She paused, likely waiting for me to say something, but when I didn't, she asked, "Are you really ready for this?"

"I've never been one to shy away from something new in the bedroom. I'll be fine. Do I bring my own dildo?"

She snorted. Legitimately snorted in my ear.

"I'm serious. People don't share sex toys, right? Lesbians still like penetration-you've said so yourself." The thought of another woman's rubber dong in my twat was reason enough to bring condoms.

"Goodnight, Giselle." She was blowing me off. Right in the middle of a terribly important conversation.

"Veronica-I need your help."

"Just have a few shots before you go to her house. It'll loosen you up enough that the details won't matter, and you'll just go with the flow. You better call me afterward." I could hear Trish whining in the background about how late it was and knew I had to let my friend off the phone...even though it was just after nine. "Love you, Gizzy."

"Love you, V."