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Lesbian Erotica Preview:
Deseo (The Story of
Susan and Maya)
by P. Kristen Enos
(Originally posted June 6, '09. All rights
reserved.)
ISBN:
978-0-557-06571-4
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prologue.
Here's an extended
preview of both the prologue and chapter 1. I
just copied and pasted from the final print file.
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Prologue
The muffled melodic
voice of Celine Dion suddenly coming from the
kitchen caused Susan to look up from her book
curiously. She glanced at the clock and saw that it
was almost six-thirty and wondered who could be
calling at this time on a Saturday evening. She
jumped from the couch and rushed to see if she could
fish the phone out of her purse before the call went
to voice mail. By the time she reached the kitchen
counter, the phone was silent, showing that she
hadn’t made it.
Still, she pulled out
the phone and saw that the caller had been Tom. He
was an old college friend who only called her when
he was between serious girlfriends but needed a date
for functions he had to attend for his law firm. She
actually didn’t mind since it meant an opportunity
for dressing up, great food and maybe some dancing.
Instead of waiting for a
voice mail that was probably in the process of being
recorded, she immediately pressed the call button.
Tom responded right
away. “Hey, Susie!” he greeted. “Did I catch you at
a bad time?”
She smirked at his
opening words that never changed over the years.
“No, not at all. Just having a quiet evening with a
good book. How are things?”
“Pretty good. Hey, I
just found out that the firm bought a table at a
fancy fundraising dinner downtown next month. It’s
Saturday the 8th. But, well, it’s a little different
than the usual dinners. -- ”
The hesitation in the
otherwise self-assured, almost cocky man got her
attention.
“ – It’s for some
organization that does AIDS and Breast Cancer work.
Apparently, we’re doing it as a goodwill thing. And
Max thinks there may be some very rich clients that
we would attract if we showed that we supported the
event. But he did say that if you can’t handle
seeing a fag in a dress, then you probably shouldn’t
go.” He added with a chuckle, “I’m not thrilled
about the idea myself, but I’ll be fine as long as
they keep their distance, which won’t be a problem
if you’re there.”
Susan thought about it
for a moment. She really didn’t know any gay people
so the idea of going to an event full of them was an
unusual proposition indeed. Her silence must have
made him more nervous since he asked, “You still
there?”
“Um, yes, I was just
trying to determine how I’d feel about attending
such an event. I mean, I’m for supporting good
causes, but – you’re right – it might be a little
awkward to see something like that. I’m glad you
warned me.”
“Oh… so does that mean
you don’t want to go? Hey,” he said in the
spontaneous cheerfulness that added to his charisma
as a lawyer, “I’ve been told they’re serving some
great food with an open bar. There’s also supposed
to be a live band but, well, I think that dancing
would be too weird… And if you just can’t take it
anymore, we can arrange a signal to leave early. I
can always come up with an excuse, I’m a lawyer
after all,” he reassured her with a chuckle.
She smiled and said,
“Well, I guess I have nothing to worry about then. I
don’t think I’ll have problems with it, so you’ve
got a deal.”
“Great!”
~0~
Chapter 1
The live band managed to get a large crowd on the
dance floor by its third song. Susan sighed inwardly
as she watched couples in various gender
combinations bounce around in fun in their tuxedos
and fancy gowns. She wanted to dance herself, but
she knew Tom was far more interested in commanding
the attention of his coworkers and their dates with
lively jokes.
Though still early in
the evening, she had stopped paying attention half
an hour ago to the chat, limiting herself to
responding with a pleasant smile to the occasional
look from someone around her. She was smart enough
to keep up with the lawyers’ conversations and
jokes, but she just wasn’t interested in the subject
matter of political issues and scandals.
She realized other
tables that still had people sitting down were
filled with very lively conversations and laughter.
She couldn’t help but wonder what the other party
attendees talked about.
Susan felt her smile
falter as she once again felt his hand press against
the back of her bare shoulder. But she immediately
chastised herself for being a little hypocritical
given why she was here in the first place.
She and Tom had first
met when they both lived in the dorms in their first
year of college. Even before she really got to know
him, she was attracted to his energetic and smooth
charm. She had finally gotten to know him when he
started to date her roommate. But as expected of
college romances, when he ended the romance, Susan
was already dating a friend of his. And though there
were periods where they had both been single at the
same time, he never pursued her romantically, which
affirmed her disappointment that he just wasn’t
attracted to her.
And as the years passed,
even though they didn’t see each other as much since
he moved to the city for his job at the law firm,
they remained casual friends. Then about five years
ago, he called her out of the blue and mentioned
that he needed a casual date for an event at his
firm. At first, she was thrilled at what she hoped
was a disguised attempt to start something romantic.
But it was clear as the evening went on that he
remained true to his voiced intention of keeping the
event casual between them. Susan quickly chastised
herself for being too hopeful and settled into her
role of the pleasant date.
So when Tom called her
up again about half a year later with a similar
offer, she looked at the invites as an opportunity
for a nice night out.
With that experienced
mindset, Susan didn’t think any further about the
latest invite other than an opportunity to buy an
outfit that was far fancier than her usual attire of
simple dresses or skirts.
However, as the night
drew nearer, she did start to be concerned about her
own comfort level regarding the event in question.
The idea of being confronted with lecherous advances
by manly women in tuxedos with cigars didn’t appeal
to her. But instead of backing out – which she
wouldn’t have done anyway since she always kept her
word -- her curiosity couldn’t help but be piqued.
She figured that as long
as she dressed as feminine as possible and Tom never
left her side, she would be safe. At the least, she
knew it would be an unforgettable night. She just
had to remind herself not to stare too much if she
came across a man who wore an evening gown.
However, the reality of
the event was just as unforgettable. Ever since she
had first entered the lobby of the elegant and grand
hotel, her gaze darted everywhere, absorbing all the
details of the reality of a black tie fundraiser for
breast cancer and AIDS. Her breath was taken away
when they entered the beautifully decorated and
populated ballroom.
Yes, she saw butch women
in tuxedos and men in evening gowns. But they were
dressed to impress, not to be a parody of the
opposite gender. And there were far more people who
were dressed in very stylish attire for their own
gender, even if they seemed to be in same sex
pairings.
At first, Susan did feel
a little nervous, not wanting to be out of Tom’s
proximity, occasionally clinging to his arm –
something she usually never did on their previous
dates. Yet, as the evening went on, her comfort
level increased. She no longer felt the need to
prove her heterosexuality to people who honestly
didn’t seem to care. And in fact, she realized that
a majority of the event attendees were in
heterosexual pairings. By the time they had sat down
to eat, she was finally able to relax and enjoy the
incredible food and wine as well as the aura of a
crowd that clearly had a lot of money to contribute
to a good cause.
Unfortunately, Tom
didn’t seem to relax at all as the evening
progressed. When Susan had stopped clinging to him,
he would start to reach for her as he spoke to
everyone he knew related to his firm. He finally
just draped his arm across the back of her shoulder
as if it was his expected right to be there.
Even though they had
only been there for about two hours, she was
becoming a little tired of his constant presence.
Once, in an attempt to get a little personal space,
Susan walked out to the lobby, which had clusters of
event attendees. But Tom was right behind her,
apparently not willing to risk even a moment of
appearing alone.
Resigned to spending the
evening as a mere observer of the true fun to be had
at this event, Susan resorted to watching the
dancing crowd.
Her gaze occasionally
lingered on a gorgeous woman with long black hair in
a strapless, short red dress that was wrapped
tightly around her curves. Her skin was light brown,
indicating that she was probably Latina. The dancing
woman seemed to be having a great time as she
laughed and gyrated playfully with a multitude of
gorgeous dance partners of both genders.
Susan remembered
noticing the woman several times earlier in the
evening in various places around the ballroom and
hallways, always surrounded by other gorgeous men
and women vying for her attention. That woman
responded to everyone with a playful smile and a
little flirtation, yet never favoring a single
person above anyone else, showing that she must have
been without a date.
Susan would have thought
that watching women interact with obvious sexual
intentions would be creepy and gross, but she found
it wasn’t. After all, these were gorgeous people,
and the attraction was genuine. It created an
incredible atmosphere that was both sexy and fun.
Already feeling quite
out of her league by attending such an event, Susan
couldn’t help but feel just a bit of jealousy at how
someone like that easily commanded so much
attention, even from total strangers like her. Being
just an administrative assistant at an accounting
office, Susan never dreamed she’d ever be at an
event with such rich and powerful people. So it was
probably for the best that she was just a quiet
observer for the evening.
Knowing that she would
never get her date on the dance floor at this event,
Susan finished off her glass of wine in one long
sip. Wanting to stretch her legs and get some space,
Susan leaned over to Tom and whispered, “Excuse me.”
As she stood, his smile
instantly faltered and his eyes widened slightly in
panic. “Where are you going?”
She ignored the curious
looks from the rest of the people at the table as
she responded honestly with an assuring smile, “Just
the little girl’s room. I’ll be back in a few
minutes.”
Clearly uncomfortable,
he flashed her a nervous smile and said, “I’ll be
waiting.”
She gave him her
patented polite smile before walking away. Every
step made her feel more energetic and at ease, as
her smiles to passing people had become truly
genuine.
In her first trip to the
bathroom earlier in the evening, Susan was
pleasantly surprised to see such a nice lounge area
in the women’s restroom. She wondered if this was
standard for ritzy hotels to have an area with
several large mirrors and mini-sofas with the actual
bathroom facilities in the next room.
She planted herself down
in an unoccupied corner, which was out of direct
sight of the constant traffic of women passing by to
enter or leave the restroom. A few occasionally
stopped in the lounge area to fix their hair, makeup
or check their wardrobe. Everyone gave her a
courteous nod and smile, which she easily returned
as she felt herself finally relax.
Susan wasn’t much of a
social bunny herself, finding it hard to start
conversations with complete strangers. But she
enjoyed watching people, and this evening proved to
be very worthwhile for that kind of entertainment.
She mildly worried that if she might seem too
obvious in staring at men and women who wore things
that were not typical. But no one seemed to care,
and that was just as fine.
She had been in the
lounge for a few minutes when Judy, one of Tom’s
coworkers came into the restroom and looked around
the lounge.
The two women’s eyes
instantly locked and Judy proclaimed, “Ah ha! I
thought you were hiding out in here!”
“No, not really,” Susan
protested, despite the fact that her face was red
with embarrassment. She lied feebly, “I just wanted
a little break from those uncomfortable dining
chairs.”
“Oh tell me about it!”
Judy proclaimed as she sat down on the sofa as well.
“My ass is so sore. You think these hotels would
invest in something comfortable if they know we’re
going to spend $5,000 a plate.”
Susan’s eyes almost fell
out of her head. “I didn’t realize that’s how much
Tom paid to attend!”
“Oh please! Tom
didn’t pay – none of us did,” she scoffed casually.
“The table was paid for by the firm, at a discounted
rate. But it gives listing rights in the program and
good advertisement to this crowd.”
Susan couldn’t help but
be aware of the occasional glances from women as
they entered or left. “So the firm has a lot of, uh,
this type of clientele?”
“Not yet, but they want
to. Money always talks.” Then Judy leaned over
conspiratorially, “Now ‘fess up. What’s the deal
with you and Tom? Are you two becoming serious now?
You’re the only date he keeps bringing back.”
“Things are going okay,”
she answered vaguely. Not wanting to undermine
whatever Tom might have said to them separately.
Perhaps sensing the lack
of true commitment, Judy narrowed her eyes at her
for a moment and then said, “Well, be warned, I know
of two women who have their eyes on him – one who’s
in his department no less.”
“Thank you for warning
me,” Susan answered with projected sincerity. “That
will give me something to think about.”
“Well, I really have to
go tinkle,” Judy said, “so I’ll leave you alone. But
I also want to warn you. You’re a lot better than
the sluts he usually shows up with.”
“Oh. Thank you,” she
said, her smile now very forced.
Once Judy had done her
business and then left the restroom with a parting
nod, Susan resolved to have a talk with Tom about
these dates, and if they should continue.
She couldn’t deny Judy’s
point that Tom was a good catch. He was a lawyer,
good looking and nice. Yet, even though she had
learned not to expect any real romance with him, she
had to admit she would be delighted if he ever made
a real advance towards her.
However, she wondered if
her passive interest was due to her own lack of a
man in her life. It had been almost 10 years, and
she hadn’t met a man who stirred her interest in the
same bubbly way as the crazy emotional but fleeting
college romances. Yet, perhaps that was the
intoxication of youth, and shouldn’t be the standard
for measuring adult relationships, which should
involve a lot more logic and planning for the
future.
And thinking about it
now, she would probably be very suspicious of a man
who tried to charm her with the same boyish ways
that made her heart flutter in the college dorms.
But where does one find a man who was willing to be
mature and reliable – who wasn’t already spoken for
by far more desirable women? Her youth was wasting
away and nothing was going to change if she didn’t
do anything besides spend her weekends with a book.
She then frowned to
herself for having such gloomy thoughts when she was
all dressed up and hiding in a hotel restroom. True,
she wasn't a party animal, but a girl's got to get
something for shelling out so much money for a dress
she may not wear again.
As she was about to
stand and muster the strength it would take to
return to the table, she froze at the sight of a
familiar, shapely pair of legs poised on red spiked
heels standing before her. She followed the curves
up the red dress to find a mildly smiling woman she
had noticed on the dance floor earlier. Susan's eyes
widened when she realized the other woman was even
more gorgeous than she had thought.
“Hello,” the newcomer
said, motioning with the small purse in her hand,
“Do you mind if I join you for a bit?”
Collapsing back onto the
loveseat, she managed to blurt, “No-no, not at all.”
“My name is Maya,” she
said with a mild Spanish accent underneath her words
as she sat down next to her. She immediately sat
back on the loveseat with a style and ease of
someone who knew how to command attention. “And
yours?”
“Susan,” she answered,
noticing the slight sheen of sweat on the woman's
tanned, smooth skin. She didn’t know if she should
offer her hand for a shake, but since Maya didn’t
make a similar gesture, she kept her now fidgety
fingers in her lap, tightly clutching her own purse.
Why was she suddenly so nervous?
She took a calming
breath and the gentle smell of perfume, which was a
refreshing change from Tom's overpowering cologne.
With the bright green
eyes of a cat, Maya gave her a studious look before
saying, “I believe you’re sitting at the table
sponsored by the Todd and Grant Law Firm, correct?
Are you a lawyer?”
“Oh, no, I’m not! That’s
my date,” she explained. She was momentarily
bewildered to feel her heart have the slight squeeze
of disappointment. “Um, I can introduce you to him,
if you want.”
Clearly somehow pleased
by her response, Maya’s eyes sparkled slightly.
“That’s quite all right. I’m not interested in legal
advice. So he’s your ‘date’? Not ‘boyfriend’,
‘husband’ or ‘significant other’?”
Susan suddenly felt the
tightness of her heart disappear and replace by the
flutter of mild panic. “We’re old friends,” she
admitted. “He asked me to attend.”
“Oh? And did he tell you
about what kind of event this was?” Her tone
remained passive but there seemed to be a dry tone
of teasing underneath it.
“Well, I think that’s
why he wanted me to come along. To make sure he
looked… taken,” she said, suddenly mildly alarmed if
she had said too much. But if you can’t be honest in
the bathroom, where else can you be honest?
“Frankly, I have to admit I was a little nervous but
this party turned out to be more interesting than I
thought it would.”
She noticed that having
Maya there attracted curious and even jealous looks
from some women as they passed through the lounge.
Susan suddenly felt a bit of the ease of confidence
gained from being the object of envy.
Maya seemed even more
pleased as she tilted her head at her coquettishly,
“So then it’s not a coincidence that you’ve been
watching me all evening?”
Susan’s eyes widened as
her question sunk in. “I-I didn’t think I was that
obvious. I mean, I didn’t mean to stare or
anything.”
She chuckled a bit. “Oh,
trust me, I didn’t notice at first. It was brought
to my attention.”
Susan’s face was now
flushed with red in embarrassment. She dreaded the
idea that anyone at her own table had noticed.
Maya winked and said,
“When you’re well connected at a party, you end up
with more eyes than just the ones in your head. And
I’m here to let you know that I’m flattered.”
“Oh. Um, you’re
welcome?” she responded meekly.
“I would have approached
you at your table, but I didn’t think it would be
appropriate… And am I being presumptuous in thinking
that you’re not really enjoying yourself? Given that
you’ve been sitting here for a while now? You
appeared a little bored outside.”
Susan shrugged. “It’s
not that bad. I was just about to leave.”
Maya pursed her lips
thoughtfully as she continued to stare deep into the
other woman’s eyes, as if she was looking for
something. She then said, “Well, I’ve made my
appearances and caught up on the latest gossip. I’m
done with the party, but unfortunately I’m not
tired. If you are interested, you’re welcome to come
up to my suite, and we can create our own event, for
as little or as long as you like.”
“… I beg your pardon?”
Maya face turned a shade
more serious as she lowered her tone for just the
two of them even though she hadn’t been talking that
loudly to begin with, “If I have offended you, you
have my sincerest apologies. However, my offer is
just as sincere. You have a sweet quality that I
find very attractive. But if you wish, I will leave
you alone right now and never acknowledge this
conversation if we should ever cross paths again.”
As the words sunk in,
Susan’s face flickered with conflicting emotions.
Seeing that confused
silence was better than an articulated “no”, the
woman gave her the sly, confident smile of someone
who knew her words were clearly heard and
understood. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to
do. I’ll guarantee cab fare home, but I can’t take
care of your date. That is something you’ll have to
take care of. If truly you want to.”
Susan was still
completely stunned and speechless as she watched
Maya open her purse to produce the hotel key card
and casually tossed it into her lap.
“Floor 50, Suite 201.”
Maya then leaned so close to the other woman that
her lips grazed the lobe of her ear. “Life is short,
no?”
With a triumphant smile,
she then stood and strolled out, leaving the stunned
woman in her wake.
Several minutes later,
Susan was still sitting on the loveseat, her face
flushed with blood. The traffic and curious looks
from women suddenly brought her back to reality.
She stared down at the
room key and held it up. She then found herself
repeating over and over again “Floor 50, suite 201.
Floor 50, suite 201…” She reached for a paper towel
and scribbled down the information with her
lipstick.
- End Chapter 1 -
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