This is a work of fiction and fantasy. It is not meant to imply that all lesbians are secretly waiting for an opportunity to jump on a cock. It is, however, on Literotica so you can probably guess where the story is heading...
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Chapter 1 - Paige
"Bulmers! Crisps! Ice in the cider!" Paige's voice, normally loud enough to fill a stadium, was barely audible over the wall of noise that was a city centre pub at 5pm on a sunny Friday.
"Er... Please?!" Added one of the women near Paige when everyone else at the crammed table laughed at her offhand instructions in response to my universal hand signal of 'drinky-drinky'.
"Er... Please don't make me be nice to him. It'll only encourage him." She immediately replied good-humouredly to the sound of more laughs. I didn't mind her lack of graces. An hour with Paige was worth a week with the rest of the stuffed shirts from the office, and her straight-talking was a big part of that. Several other people wanted drinks, but fewer than the last round - I suspected people would start sneaking off home shortly.
I came back from the bar and dished out the drinks. In front of Paige I placed the biggest, most over the top cocktail the barmaid would make me. Straws, umbrellas and fruit decorated a super-sweet, fizzing, bright blue concoction that was more sugar than alcohol.
"Oh, you fucking prick!" Paige spat as the rest of the table laughed again. The joke that had them going was that Paige was not exactly the most girly of girls. An out and proud lesbian who cared much more about the football team she played for than make-up or clothes, she was unlikely to be impressed by a fruity drink. But she had an indomitable love for life and a razor-sharp wit. She also didn't give a fuck what anyone thought about her. She was the closest thing I had to a proper friend in the soulless, corporate machine I had been labouring in for the previous 12 months.
To prove her displeasure, Paige timed it perfectly and caught me square in the face with an ice-cube as I sat down. I had been ready for her to counter after the cocktail though, so I unleashed my secret weapon and casually tossed the bag of prawn cocktail crisps I had bought her on the table.
"There you go, a taste of home." I said, letting everyone draw a line between the seafood flavoured snacks and Paige's sex life. The rest of the table looked uneasy at the turn the humour taken - but fuck 'em, I knew my target. Paige laughed uproariously while pretending to wear a scandalised look on her face.
"Cheeky fucker!" Paige squealed, I could tell she wasn't upset, she just wasn't that kind of girl. "Anyway, dickhead, you eat the same thing in bed that I do!" That was actually a very fair point, though I had not had much opportunity recently; a messy breakup and a busy new job had seen to that.
As Paige and I continued our back and forth, I looked at our colleagues sat round the table, squirming uncomfortably about the brazen nature of our discussion. Everyone knew Paige was a lesbian, she talked about her fiancé, Charlie, all the time. No one seemed to have a problem with it in the old fashioned 'sin against God' way. But at the same time, everyone seemed to tip-toe around the issue in a way that made no sense to me. No one ever asked the questions of Paige that they asked other girls who were planning weddings, or asked her the same questions about her weekend plans, as if they were scared the answer might be 'scissoring'.
That was their loss; Paige was the most genuine and fun person I worked with. Before long we both had empty glasses in front of us so I made the drinky-drinky motion again. Paige shouted "Bulmers! Ice! More fanny-flavoured crisps."
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Three hours later and we really were the only ones from our group still drinking in the pub. Everyone else had made their excuses and slipped away to whatever suburban misery they had planned for the weekend. I was climbing in the morning, but a friend was driving to the crag so I could be a hungover passenger and still be ready to go when we got to Wales. Paige was also without plans for the night as Charlie was away with work for another week (and had been for two weeks previously). She was an engineer and was working on a project being tested in Arizona. I wondered briefly if Paige missed her - she certainly never pined for her publicly.
When she had last come back from the bar, Paige had thrown herself theatrically down on my side of the table, leaning her body heavily against my side. She now rested her booze-weary head onto my shoulder and I caught a scent of her perfume. Paige did not overdo the makeup or fuss with her hair (a simple ponytail was always good enough for her) but she always smelled exquisite. She had previously confessed that Charlie couldn't leave her alone when Paige wore her favourite perfume. It was a zesty, 'sporty' fragrance that, along with her shampoo and skin always gave Paige the cleanest smell I had ever experienced. I once had asked whether Charlie wore the same one and had been surprised to hear that despite it being her favourite scent to smell on her girlfriend, she never wore it herself, preferring to douse herself in richer, sweeter perfumes which, ironically, was what made Paige go nuts.
As we sat there trading anecdotes and film references, I let my mind wander to the warm body snuggled up against me. Despite her oft-stated disdain for the beauty standards hoisted on women, Paige was a bit of a beauty herself. Not in the Instagram-model way. Rather, Paige's face and body filled my mind with her total confidence and comfort within her own skin. An online troll would have picked up her total absence of foundation or her slightly formless jeans. But I only saw her authenticity (and her Cross-Fit sculpted ass, hidden under those clothes).
"Are you gay?"
I was snapped back to the room by Paige's question.
"Er... What?" I asked, perplexed. "No, not at all." I managed to tack on.
"But how do you know?" Paige continued. "Have you ever had sex with a guy?"
"No, I haven't." I answered her second question first as it was the easier one to deal with. "I suppose I know because I don't fancy men at all. I only fancy women."
"Hmmm, that's what I was worried about." Paige said slowly. Because I don't fancy women at all. I only fancy people. I fancy Charlie and I fancied all my girlfriends before that but I just don't think I can say I 'fancy women', I'm attracted to the individual, not the gender."
