First Woman on Woman Date

It was my first actual date with another woman. All through college, I’d only had boyfriends, but still had secret crushes on some of my other, female classmates. I was, most of that time, too timid, too afraid, to do anything about it.

Until Theresa up and just asked me out after a seminar early Senior year. I’d noticed her in the first few classes, and was thinking she might become my crush of the semester. I said yes without even thinking. She said she’d cook dinner for me in her off-campus apartment, and then we’d go to a movie.

Theresa could cook seriously well. Told me she’d taken a few courses in the culinary school and it showed. After a fine meal and a couple glasses of wine, I was smiling and content. I idly asked if there was desert, or if we’d just get some popcorn at the movie.

Theresa smiled back at me, rising from the table.

“Oh, there’s desert all right,” she said, walking around behind me. She put her hands on my shoulders, and I stiffened, suddenly unsure. Before I could do anything else, her hands slid down my front to cup my breasts, and find my hardening nipples. She whispered in my ear:

“It’s you.”

We never made it to the movie.