Clary kept telling herself that she trusted these women. But in so little time she was completely confused and disoriented. She remembered the party last night. It was exciting with lots of pretty people, sexy people, interesting people. However, with all the pretty, sexy, interesting people in the room, she found herself watching five women who seemed to flirt and touch and tease each other the entire evening. They all were attractive, well dressed and confident. She didn’t think of herself as lesbian but she was certain these women were and their body language made her yearn for a woman’s soft touch.
She also didn’t think of herself as a wallflower but in her own way she must have stood out as attractive and sensual but subdued. Maybe last night she looked repressed and like someone who buried her sexuality. She had stood off by herself at times but every now and then would notice the women looking her way. God knows, she thought, she wasn’t a wallflower and she didn’t bury her sexuality. She would match her sex history with anyone in the room. She was strutting into her middle years with a great face, a hard body, firm breasts, killer legs and a desire for sex when and where she felt like it. She actually was feeling like it, but the party didn’t seem like the time and the place didn’t feel right.
Clary noticed when the women got ready to leave a few minutes before midnight. With the others watching, the beautiful blonde with dark brown skin walked towards her and wordlessly handed her a small engraved card. The card in red italics read: ADVENTURE. Inside was an address and read: “Step to the Front Door at Exactly Midnight.” When she looked up from the card, the blonde was looking into her eyes. She felt unsteady at that gaze and then watched the woman turn, join her friends and walk from the room. Clary went to the door and watched the five women drive off in a convertible. This was in a new dimension and she was having trouble putting together the then ... Läs hela novellen
