Santa Monica Seduction, Part 1 – Introduction & Invitation

by Alice Gee

Preamble:

*****

Spring 2007

Joan Wallace (Joanie to her friends) looked out of her penthouse apartment window. She looked down on the many boats tied up in the marina below. She then looked up at the sky to see what kind of day it was going to be.

The day looked to be fine, a typical spring day in southern California. She intended to go shopping today for some new clothes as she had been invited to a party that was to be held on the upcoming Saturday night at a West Hollywood lesbian nightclub. She regularly frequented this nightclub and she considered the owner a friend, so she would see if she could find something stylish to wear as she intended to look her best on the night. She knew she had plenty of suitable designer clothes already hanging in her wardrobe but considered this a good excuse to go downtown and check on the new arrivals in the clothes shops. In Joanie’s opinion it did no harm to update her wardrobe regularly.

Joanie then walked over to the full-length mirror in the main bedroom. After hanging up her bathrobe, she gave her naked body an appraising look. She still considered herself an attractive woman, even at the ripe old age of 46. She had been a stunner in her youth and had managed to keep her figure. She still had the 34-24-36 measurements that she had when she was twenty-five. She put this down to regular workouts at the gym, a sensible diet and the fact that she had never had children. She had married twice; first in her early twenties to a handsome guy she had met in college. She had divorced him within two years, after he had started abusing her. She was not the kind of woman to take that kind of shit from anyone, especially a man.

Her second husband, Hank Wallace, had been her boss and owner of the printing firm where she worked as his secretary. He had been considerably older than her 28 years when they married. Hank, who was then in his mid sixties had conveniently gone to his maker within three years and left Joanie very comfortably off. Hank had no other living relatives - no one close that is - and so there had been no unpleasant dispute about the will, which could have resulted in a division of the spoils. She had sold off the business to a grateful competitor, collected the insurance and retired at the grand old age of 31.

She had moved around a bit over the years but always in the Los Angeles area. She had eventually settled down in this waterfront apartment complex at Marina Del Rey. Joanie considered herself very fortunate. She had been living the single life for the past 15 years. She had never looked at another man after she had consigned Hank into the ground.

Following Hank’s untimely, yet fortuitous demise, Joanie was now free to indulge her own tastes. And Joanie’s tastes ran to girls, young pretty girls, particularly young teenage girls with no previous lesbian experience. In Joanie's opinion, to meet and seduce a pretty teenage girl was what made a very comfortable life, perfect. Though she seemed to have lost her touch lately as she had not picked up a new girl in over three months, having to content herself on casual pick-ups in the various clubs and bars that she frequented. These casual pick-ups were all very well but they could not compare to the exquisite thrill that she felt when she was able to seduce a young, fresh teenage girl. There was nothing to match the taste of fresh young pussy. A young pussy receiving its first licking and in many cases brought to its first orgasm. Joanie’s crotch tingled at the thought.

Joanie continued to check herself out. Her naturally dark shoulder length hair was cut in a layered bob, which now needed a bit of help, due to some grey hairs that had started to come through. She always took good care of her hair with regular appointments at the salon. She stood five foot eight tall, slim hipped, and with proper support her figure looked pretty good even if she said so herself. She hefted her tits in her hands and looked at them critically. They had always been her best asset and during her younger years had been her pride and joy but lately they had started to sag a little, nothing serious yet, not yet hanging down to her navel but a little sag nonetheless. Definitely the shape - or lack of it – of things to come. Her tummy still looked good, the workouts good value for the effort and the money.

She turned and looked over her shoulder at her ass and here was another disappointment. There was a hint of sag there as well, added to that her thighs were starting to look a little slack. ‘Well, not much you can do about the tits unless you try surgery,’ she thought ruefully, ‘but the ass and thighs are a different proposition.’ She would have to discuss that with Gwen, her trainer at the gym, and find a routine to tighten them up. She checked her face close up and saw the lines around her mouth and eyes. Even her forehead was showing some ‘worry’ lines.

“How I got those I’ll never know,” Joanie said quietly to herself. Skilful application of make-up helped with the signs of aging, even in the daylight but what could not be disguised was when she brought home some ‘sweet young thing’ and they woke up together in the morning. There was no place to hide then, the girl got to see you ‘au natural’ and some of them were not impressed. She was seriously considering going the ‘Nip & Tuck’ route but wanted to hold off as long as possible, she had heard of some quite ghastly failures so she would research the subject thoroughly before committing herself to the cosmetic surgeon’s scalpel.

She turned back to the front again and did a quick ‘lump check’ on her breasts. ‘No problem there at least,’ she thought to herself. She looked at her breasts again noting that the brownish areola’s looked a bit on the dry side. 'Still, my skin is not in bad condition, all things considered,' thought Joanie. She had always tanned easily so had never been affected by sunburn. She found that a couple of hours a week by the pool or on the apartment balcony were sufficient to maintain her bronzed tan. She had no desire or need to subject her skin to too much sun. She knew of some of her contemporaries that had skin that, in her words, ‘looked like turtles’ because they had overdone the tanning in their younger days. She finally cast her eyes down to view her snatch, ‘Mmm, that’s something else that’s showing its age,’ she thought.

Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed into a small heart shape over her pussy; the rest of her pubic bush had been removed by the Brazilian wax technique. The hair making up the little heart was kept short but being naturally dark, the effect against the lighter skin of her pubic area was very dramatic. Many lovers had told her that her little heart looked highly erotic; so Joanie liked it and was actually quite proud of it. Regular visits to the waxing salon kept the heart looking neat and her pussy smooth to the touch. What disappointed her was the way her inner labia hung down through the outer lips showing two pronounced flaps.

“Didn’t look like that when I was twenty. Damn growing old!” She muttered to herself.

“The hell with it, I need to get myself downtown and buy some new rags, that always cheers me up,” she said to herself while looking at her reflection. “And who knows, maybe I’ll get lucky,” she concluded. With those positive thoughts she walked over to her vanity mirror to apply her make-up.

On completion she leaned in closer to the mirror to judge the effect and felt satisfied that she looked good enough to face the world.

She then began the process of deciding what to wear. She first picked out a pair of white lace modern briefs with a matching bra. She then selected a pair of Jil Sander white cotton pants and a Gucci rose colored long sleeve top. She then walked over to her shoe cabinet and contemplated her collection of shoes. After running her eyes along the rows of assorted designer footwear she finally decided on a pair of Sergio Rossi white flats. She then placed a pair of Armani sunglasses on her head and she was ready to go. She grabbed a Derek Lam white leather clutch bag containing cards, ID, some money, make-up and the rest of the accessories that no woman can leave home without and headed for the door.

She took one last look at herself in the hallway mirror. “Hmmm. Fuckable,” she murmured, she then opened the front door and exited the apartment.

She rode down in the elevator to the underground garage where her Lexus was parked. She drove out of the complex, past the security gates, still debating to herself where she was going to go. She considered various options but finally decided on Santa Monica Place. She knew that with the schools being out there should be plenty of ‘eye candy’ on view. And if there was nothing interesting to see there, she would walk out onto The Third Street Promenade to see what that had to offer in the way of delectable young females.

*****

After arriving at the mall, she trawled through the shops and stores. Macy’s, Ann Taylor, Victoria’s Secret and various others. She had bought a blouse and some tops, some regular underwear and from Victoria’s Secret she purchased a sexy turquoise silk lace gown with an open front and matching G-string. She looked for some new attire for the party but could not find anything that she liked. She decided to retire to the food court and get some refreshment.

She sat at a table sipping her iced tea and watching the parade of women and girls passing by. She had not yet noticed a girl that she felt she could approach so she continued to watch and wait.

A trio of teenage girls came into the food court and sat alongside Joanie’s table. They each ordered burgers and sodas; they then proceeded to discuss all those things that seem important to teenage girls. Joanie heard the conversation swing back and forth between school, boys, fashion and pop music.

Joanie listened with quiet amusement remembering herself at that age. She also took the opportunity to check out the three girls. All were very fuckable; Joanie thought they may be high school seniors. There was one blonde, one brunette and one Hispanic looking girl. The blonde and the brunette were particularly desirable. If she could have had her ‘druthers’ she believed she would have picked the blonde. She preferred blondes because she liked the contrast between her own coloring and theirs. Dark against fair.

However, truth be told, any one of the young beauties would do for a night of passion. They were each quite lovely, the brunette seemed to be around her own height of five eight, the blonde around five six and the Hispanic around five two. They each had that fresh toned look of young girl flesh and they all seemed very athletic and fit.

None of them seemed to be wearing bras as their nipples could be discerned pressing against the front of their tee shirts. The brunette and the blonde seemed to have similar sized tits, Joanie figured a B-cup. She guessed that both girls would wear a 34B if they ever bothered to wear bras. The Hispanic was a tad slimmer, so Joanie guessed a 32A would be her size. Joanie quite enjoyed her little guessing game and often played it when she was out alone in a public place.

She had noted when they had entered the food court that they all had slim hips and perfectly rounded butts. Their legs were slender, well-formed and tanned, testament to the fact that each girl was an athlete in some way.

Joanie let her eyes roam over the feast of bare flesh displayed beneath the next table.

The brunette was dressed in a green tee and white shorts, the blonde in white tee and denim shorts and the Latino in a yellow tee and blue shorts. They all looked so fresh, so young, so tanned and oh so fuckable. Joanie realized that she might be staring but could not help herself.

Then the Latino got up to get fresh drinks. While she was at the counter, the blonde turned in her chair to speak to her. As she turned, she raised her leg onto the chair. Joanie's breath stuck in her chest because a small gap opened up between the denim shorts and the young girl’s thigh and Joanie was treated to a flash of pale colored panties. The young blonde caught her staring and looked at her quizzically. Joanie smiled at her before lowering her head to take a drink.

Joanie was loath to leave so she ordered another iced tea. After about ten minutes the brunette and the Latino got up to leave. They each bussed the blonde on the cheek before walking away. The blonde sat back down after waving farewell her companions.

Joanie sat for a few moments pondering what to do. Should she make a move or were the blonde’s friends going to return. She decided nothing ventured, nothing gained. So she leaned over and spoke to the girl. “Excuse me, do you mind if I join you, I hate to bother you but I really hate sitting on my own,” she looked directly at the girl and smiled.

The girl looked back at Joanie with a confused look on her face. Obviously, she was unsure of what was going on. If it had been a man or even a boy that had spoken she would have known exactly what he was up to but this was an older woman and life had not yet taught her about situations such as this. “No, of course not, please do,” the young blonde said warily.

So Joanie picked up her packages and reseated herself next to the young girl.

“Hello, my name is Joan Wallace, but everybody calls me Joanie. Thank you for letting me join you, it gets so lonely sitting on your own,” Joanie said as she extended her hand.

“My name is Amy Williams, and yes I agree with you I don’t like to sit alone especially in a crowded place like this,” the young girl said as she shook the proffered hand.

“That’s it exactly; I always have this feeling that everyone is walking by and thinking who is that sad bitch sitting there all alone,” Joanie had a big reassuring smile on her face as she said this.

Amy smiled back and Joanie could see that the girl had visibly relaxed a little.

‘Right, that’s the first part successfully accomplished,’ Joanie thought to herself and then said to the girl, “So Amy, why have your friends left you, do they have other plans?”

“They are meeting their parents, so they had to leave.”

“So what about yourself, what are your plans?”

“Well, I thought everyone would be staying all afternoon so I had arranged for my father to pick me at five o’clock when he finishes work,” Amy said dejectedly.

“Heaven’s girl! That is nearly four hours away. What are you going to do?”

“I don’t really know, I guess I could take in a movie but there is nothing showing that I want to see.”

“I don’t mind keeping you company but we can hardly sit here for four hours,” Joanie said with a smile on her face.

“Oh! I couldn’t ask you to do that. I’ll be all right. I’ll just walk around the shops. Window shop, you know, just pass the time away,” Amy said not very convincingly.

“That doesn’t sound like much fun. I’ll tell you what, why don’t I take you for lunch? That will pass away some of the time.”

“Thank you but I’ve already eaten and I’m really could not eat any more.”

“Well in that case Amy, where do you live?”

“Mar Vista,” Amy replied.

“Hey! That’s on my way, well practically on my way. It would just mean that I take a short detour along Venice Boulevard. I could give you a lift home if you’d like. I live by the Marina Del Rey,” Joanie said hopefully. Joanie was happy that she could tell the truth because she would have offered a ride to the girl wherever she lived, she would have just adapted her address to suit.

“I don’t know. My Dad will be coming here to collect me and I’ve no way of contacting him,” Amy answered. The girl did not feel too comfortable about going with this stranger. The woman looked respectable enough, she was well turned out and quite good looking for an older woman but she was still unsure of the situation.

“Nonsense, your father will be only too pleased not to have to drive out of his way to collect you, and all you have to do is phone him and let him know that you have a ride home,” Joanie said earnestly.

“I’ve forgot my cell phone this morning and to be honest I cannot remember his office number,” Amy replied. The more she thought about this, the better it sounded. She would much prefer to be home doing something than wandering around the mall on her own.

“Well, you can call him from home. Look, I’m only offering you a ride. If your not comfortable with that, no problem. I can assure you that I won’t be offended,” Joanie offered with her most engaging smile in place.

“I guess it would be OK. I mean if you don’t mind? I would be very grateful,” Amy replied smiling back.

‘Bingo,’ Joanie thought to herself, though it was not as good as she had hoped. She was hoping that the girl would be able to phone her father and then be free for a couple of hours. Joanie could have taken her back to her apartment on some pretext or other and done some ground work on the girl’s seduction. Not that she expected to get in the girl’s pants today but she could have made the girl comfortable in her presence, started to build up trust. She is quite proud of her apartment and she was sure the girl would be impressed. Then, one day in the not too distant future, she would ask the girl around for a meal. Then the real seduction could start. ‘A lesbian seduction is not so different than a male seduction. Soft lights, easy conversation, a little wine and before the girl knew it she would be in bed, her legs in the air and my face burrowing into her cunt.’ These pleasant thoughts ran through Joanie’s head as she picked up her packages.

“Please, let me help,” Amy asked as she bent to take some of the packages from Joanie’s hands.

“Thank you,” Joanie replied, “we can share the load, they are not heavy.” This left Joanie with one arm free so she linked this with Amy’s arm and guided the young girl towards the car park.

*****

Their arms linked together the two females chatted pleasantly as they walked along. Joanie’s could feel her cunt was leaking from the agreeable sensations she was feeling from being so close to this tantalizing young girl.

When they reached the car, Amy nodded in appreciation of Joanie’s Lexus. “Nice wheels,” she commented. “Your husband must have a very good job,” she added.

“I’m not married,” Joanie retorted, “Well I was once, twice actually, my last husband passed away.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I had no idea.”

“No need to be, that’s the reason I can afford this car and an apartment in Marina Del Rey. He was a good man and he had a good life, besides it was a long time ago.”

“Oh!” Replied Amy quite unsure how to respond to the older woman’s statement.

They placed the packages in the trunk of the car and then Joanie settled Amy in the passenger seat. She then went around to the driver’s side sat inside and buckled up.

She turned to Amy and said, “Please don’t be embarrassed but I have to say that you are quite lovely. You are a very pretty girl, your parents must be very proud of you.” ‘And it was true,’ Joanie thought to herself as she looked at the young girl, her long blonde ponytail was held in place with a scrunchie. She had startlingly blue eyes that were set within a perfectly proportioned face. The way her hair was tied back exposed her broad forehead and delicately shaped ears. Ears that Joanie wished she were running her tongue around at this moment. The girl possessed a wide mouth with an easy smile and when the girl smiled, she exposed rows of perfect, even white teeth. Nicely set cheekbones and a firm chin with just a hint of a dimple completed the examination of her face. Her breasts were firm and due to the lack of a bra, her nipples could be clearly seen pressing the front of her tee shirt. Joanie reconfirmed her previous estimation of Amy’s bust measurement of 34 with a B-cup. Her eyes then traveled down towards the girl’s crotch which was covered by her denim shorts, Joanie guessed Tommy Hilfiger. She then looked at the girl’s long, tanned and well-formed legs, legs that could only belong to someone athletic.

Joanie was practically creaming with the thoughts that were going through her head. Thoughts that included imagining those legs wrapped around her neck while she tongued out this little cutie. She fervently hoped that the scent of her arousal was not obvious to the girl.

Amy was blushing profusely under the older woman’s open scrutiny. “Th...Thank you, but please, you are embarrassing me.”

Joanie reached across, placed her hand upon Amy’s firm, bronzed thigh, and said, “I’m sorry, Amy honey. I just wanted to tell you how pretty you look. Please pay me no mind. I guess it’s my age but I really appreciate the sight of a pretty girl. I guess I’m just jealous because I know I will never again look as good as you do.”

Amy looked down on the hand on her thigh, confused thoughts raced through her head as she felt the slight pressure of Joanie’s fingers, thoughts about how excited that hand was making her feel. She could feel a warm, tingling sensation in her crotch. Amy looked up at the older woman and said, “Well, I think you are very beautiful and - er – sophisticated, for an older woman that is.”

Joanie laughed delightedly and said, “I will take that as a compliment because I’m pretty sure there was a compliment in there somewhere.”

“No, no, I mean – um – what I mean is...”

Joanie cut in, “I know exactly what you mean and I thank you for it. It was a very nice thing to say. In fact, you have quite made my day. To have a beautiful teenager, such as yourself, say that I am beautiful is the best compliment that I have had in many a long year.”

With that, Joanie leaned across and pecked Amy’s cheek with her lips. Amy could not realize what a compliment she had just been paid with the little peck on the cheek. It was very rare indeed for Joanie to risk her make-up by giving someone an actual kiss on the cheek, especially in the daytime. Air kisses were the norm for Joanie.

She gave a slight squeeze and a little rub to Amy’s thigh and said, “Well let’s be going. You will need to give me directions on the way.” Joanie then pulled out of the parking bay and headed for the exit. Inside, Joanie was hoping that the traffic was going to be heavy which would give her a bit longer to cement a friendship with this young cutie. ‘First become her friend, and then it is so much easier to become her lover.’ Joanie felt a little shudder of delight as that thought crossed her mind. She exited the car park and turned the car into the traffic flow.

*****

Amy was totally confused, ‘Why am I so turned on? All she did was touch my leg and give it a little squeeze and my pussy is tingling. And it feels as though I’m wet down there as well,’ Amy thought to herself as she glanced towards Joanie’s profile. ‘I wonder how old she is, Mom is 38, this woman looks a little bit older though in much better shape, I guess she must be around 40.’ The truth was that Amy, like all young people find it very difficult to judge the ages of people over thirty. Older folks are usually categorized as old, older or ancient and it depended on the circumstances of their meeting them into which of those categories a person is placed. She could only make a guess today by trying to compare this woman to her mother. Amy continued her appraisal of Joanie, noting her trim figure and the expert way that she had applied her make-up. Amy was not lying when she said that she thought Joanie looked sophisticated because she imagined that the older woman was in the fashion industry or even an actress, something glamorous anyway.

Joanie knew she was getting the ‘once over’ from Amy and she felt rather flattered, if the girl was not interested she would not be looking at all. So she let Amy give her face and body a good looking over before she started some conversation. “So Amy, if I may be so bold. How old are you?”

For some reason that Amy could not understand she wanted to lie to the older woman and say that she was older than she actually was. But common sense prevailed and Amy answered, “I’m sixteen.”

“And what school do you attend,” Joanie asked to keep the conversation going.

“I’m a Gondo.”

“A what?” asked a smiling Joanie.

“I thought everyone would know that. I’m a Gondolier. I go to Venice High. We call ourselves the Gondoliers,” Amy said looking at Joanie.

“Yes, actually I did know that, I was just making sure that I had heard you correctly,” Joanie smiled at Amy. “I think you must participate in a lot of sports because you look very fit and seem to be in very good shape,” Joanie said while glancing again at Amy’s legs.

“Yes, I’m in the volleyball team and I play soccer. I also do a lot of swimming though I’m not in the swim team,” Amy explained.

“I thought so, a girl does not get to look as good as you by sitting on her butt,” Joanie stated with yet another glance at Amy’s legs.

Amy shifted her legs and squirmed in the seat very conscious of Joanie’s quite open glances at her legs, though it did feel kind of nice as it made the tingly feeling in her crotch return.

“So what are you doing this week, it is spring break isn’t it, are you going away?” Joanie asked with more than keen interest.

“No, I’m not going away on a trip; my Mom thinks I’m a bit young for that kind of thing, not that she’s a prude or anything it’s just she thinks it would be better to wait a couple of years. Plus Mom and Dad are going away on a trip this weekend and they do not need the extra worry of thinking of me indulging in drinking orgies and other stuff while their away.” Amy explained. “I don’t really mind all that much, this Spring Break thing seems to be about getting stoned and making out with drunken guys. I don’t really need that. If you know what I mean?” Amy said with genuine feeling.

Joanie’s interest in the conversation had just gone into overdrive, particularly the part about the unsupervised weekend. “Yes, I understand. Don’t you have a boyfriend then?” Joanie asked casually.

“Well yes, there is a guy that I date but it is nothing serious though. I find that you have to have some guy around otherwise all the other guys are hitting on you like crazy,” Amy said earnestly.

Joanie nodded her head in agreement then said, “So how do you feel about boys? You don’t sound too impressed with them.”

“Oh, they’re OK. It’s just they just get kind of obsessive about sex, if you know what I mean.”

“And what, you don’t?” Asked Joanie with eyebrows raised.

“Don’t get me wrong. Sex can be all right but there are other things in life. Agreed?” Amy looked intently at Joanie.

Joanie quickly looked at Amy before returning her glance back to the road, and then said. “Well, yes, in a way but I think you may not have met the right person yet. When you meet the right person then sex can become a very important thing in your life. In fact, I think you’ll find that when you meet that person, then you will feel that you cannot get enough of it. For a while that is, everything cools down after a while.”

Amy pondered this for a while and then said, “What about you, do you have a man in your life right now?”

“No, I don’t. I have not had a man in my life for fifteen years. Since my last husband died,” Joanie said calmly.

“What!” Amy exclaimed. “You can not be serious. How can anyone go fifteen years without sex?” Amy asked incredulously.

“I didn’t say I had gone fifteen years without sex, I just said that I had gone fifteen years without a man in my life,” Joanie said quietly.

“Oh,” Amy said softly and then went quiet while she considered the full implications of what Joanie had just said.

Joanie waited for a few moments, then turned to Amy and said, “Well, have you figured it out yet?” Joanie said smiling at the confusion on Amy’s face.

Amy glanced quickly at Joanie and then looked away. “We need to turn at the next left into Venice and then it's straight ahead towards Centinela. Cross over Centinela and I will give you directions from there,” Amy said mechanically as she pondered Joanie’s words.

Joanie turned the corner, drove for a short distance up Venice Boulevard and then pulled over and parked the car. She then turned to Amy and said, “I have parked the car so that we can finish our conversation before I get you home,” Joanie explained.

Amy looked shyly at Joanie then looked down at the hands she was twisting in her lap.

“Come on, little lady, spit it out, I know you have something you want to say. So why not just come right out with it?” Joanie said as she leaned over to place her hand over Amy’s.

Amy continued to look down at the hands in her lap then she cocked her head and looked at Joanie out of the corner of her eye. Then she turned away again. Then she turned her head fully to look at the older woman with a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She opened her mouth to speak then looked away. She turned back again took a deep breath and said, “Are you a lesbian?” She did not turn away but continued to look into Joanie’s eyes.

“Yes,” Joanie replied, “I have been a lesbian for as long as I can remember, even before I married my first husband. I think I was in denial back then but I knew for sure before I married my second. I married him because he was rich and he could provide for me. I never loved him. I liked and respected him, and I was never unfaithful to him but I knew back then that I was a lesbian. After he died, there was no longer any reason to deny my sexuality. So, in the modern parlance ‘I came out’, and have been out ever since and what’s more I do not intend to ever go back in. So are you shocked, young Amy?” Joanie asked while looking keenly into Amy’s eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a lesbian before, don’t get me wrong, I know they must be everywhere, I suppose even some of the girl’s at school must be, ‘in the closet’, so to speak but I’ve never met one that’s admitted to it.” Amy stated.

“So are you comfortable with me telling you?” Joanie asked with a hint of concern in her voice.

“Yes. I suppose so. Actually, I think it’s kind of cool. I’ve just met my first lesbian and I’m still in one piece, virtue still intact, so to speak,” Amy said smiling up at Joanie, "But why would you care what I think?” Amy asked quizzically.

“Well there is a reason and I will tell you in a moment but first what did you mean when you said virtue intact, are you still a virgin?” Joanie asked.

“What! Oh no! Lost that thing last year. One of the main reasons I am in no rush to go on one of these Spring Break excursions, if that is what they get up to, then I am not all that impressed.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Joanie said hiding her disappointment that the girl was not a virgin. “Now, you asked why I should care what you think. Well, you said your parents would be going away for the weekend, so I want to invite you to a party at my favorite nightclub next Saturday night. It’s a private party so you would have no problem with entry. It is by invitation only but you would be welcome as my guest. So what do you think?” Joanie asked expectantly.

Amy looked incredulously at Joanie. “You’re inviting me to a nightclub?” Amy was almost in a state of shock. Her mind was racing, she had never been to a nightclub, neither as far as she knew had any of her friends. It sounded so exotic; she had seen shots of nightclubs in the movies and on TV. It always looked so exciting. People dancing, DJ’s, strobe lights, all sorts of cool, glamorous people stood around drinking cocktails. She looked back at Joanie and asked, “What is the party for and who all is going to be there? And where is it going to be held?”

Joanie looked into Amy’s eyes and said. “Well it is birthday party for the club owner’s girlfriend. And most of the people who will be their will be lesbians. The name of the club is, La Fem Fatale. So what do you think?”

“Please Joanie; I don’t know what to think. Why me, why invite me? For a start, I am not a lesbian. A minor point perhaps but I think it should be considered,” Amy responded sarcastically while shaking her head from side to side.

“Were you never curious? Did you never want to find out what it was like?” Joanie countered.

“Well yes! I mean no! I’ve never thought about it, until now that is. I don’t think so Joanie. Thank you very much for the invite but I think I must say no thank you.” Amy continued to shake her head. “Now I think I would like you to take me home.”

“Just wait a minute; I will drive you home in a few minutes but first I would like you to listen to me a little longer.”

Amy put her hands over her ears and continued to shake her head and then she said, “When did you dream this up, at the mall or while we were in the car.”

“Amy, please listen to me and will you please stop shaking your head, it is going to fall off if you keep that up,” Joanie said.

Amy stopped her head shaking and looked at Joanie, smiled and said, “My Mom used to say that me when I was little. Stop shaking your head or it will fall off.”

“Just hear me out for a little while longer. At the mall, I looked at you and thought I would like to talk to you. Here in the car I decided I would like to invite you to the party. There is nothing sinister about it. I am inviting you as my guest. No one will hurt you or molest you in any way. There are no strings attached, and when you want to leave, we will. Besides, you might even enjoy it. When lesbians party, believe me they have a good time. No one will hit on you, well, a pretty girl like you may get propositioned but you just have to say that you are with me and that will be enough to deter them. I promise that I will take care of you and see that you come to no harm.”

“So, what would I be, like your date?” Amy was looking searchingly at Joanie.

”Well yes, if you’d let me. I would be very honored to escort you to the party. I know that there is a considerable age difference but remember that I guarantee no strings attached. And when you want to leave, we will leave and head for wherever you want to go. If you want to go to your home, then that’s where I’ll take you, if you want to go somewhere else then you just have to give me the directions. What do you say?” Joanie looked at Amy hopefully.

“Look Joanie, I am actually kind of flattered. Really, once I’d gotten over the initial shock of being asked out on a date by a lesbian, I have to admit that I am flattered. To be asked out by a classy, sophisticated older woman such as you is really something, it’s kinda cool, and it is very good for my ego. Though I don’t think I’ll be boasting about it at school, mind you.” Amy looked at Joanie with a wry smile on her face.

“Today is Monday; the party is not till Saturday night. Why don’t you have a think about it and let me know if you change your mind?” Joanie said. She fished around in her bag, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Amy. “If you change your mind, give me a call. This has my home phone, cell phone plus e-mail. So if you change your mind, let me know. But try to let me know by Thursday because I have to inform them if I am bringing a guest,” Joanie stated. That last bit was not strictly true but would give Joanie a chance to get another date if Amy did not come through.

Joanie restarted the car and pulled back into the traffic flow. “OK then, you said straight ahead and you will tell me when to turn, correct?”

Amy nodded absent-mindedly and said, “I’ll tell you when to turn. Then when you turn, you take the first left and our house is the third house up the hill on the right hand side.”

Amy fingered the card dubiously. Her mind was in turmoil. She had never really thought about lesbians before today. Sure, she knew they were about but there again so are fleas and bed bugs, but that don’t mean you want to spend any time with them. Now here is this old lady, this classy old lady, who is as sexy and sophisticated as anyone Amy had ever met and she was hitting on her. Not just hitting on her, but seriously hitting on her. And not in some crude, adolescent way that the boys in High School would do it. This woman was doing it in style; she was making her feel good about it.

Amy looked across at Joanie again, the woman felt the look and turned to her and smiled. Amy directed Joanie to turn the car into her street and the car pulled up outside her parent’s house.

Amy turned to the woman and thanked her for the ride home; she paused before opening the car door and looked back at Joanie. She looked as though she was going to say something, thought better of it and opened the door.

Joanie reached across and grabbed Amy’s hand and said, “Call me; you will never regret it.” With that, she let go of the hand and Amy got out of the car. She ran up the driveway and then bounded up the steps to her house. She turned on the top step and waved to Joanie as the woman pulled away and headed towards the marina and her apartment.

*****

To be continued.