It had been a curiosity for them for a very long time. Doubts can arise from time to time and there is a definite certainty regarding how sexually charged a mutual encounter can between a man and a woman. On occasion, on occasions that only happen in odd days when the planets align, people win the lottery, who don’t play, and when political parties get along, women look to other women for sexual gratification.

Today, among all other days, was one of those days. A day like this can often begin like any other day. The normality of life turns and twists to find two people turning and twisting together, bodies in motion; far beyond their wildest dreams.

If it had not been for the tour, these two would never have met. Traditional, conservative, schoolteachers. They both frequently wore the same type of schoolteacher clothes, long dresses with flower print patterns made of rayon and cotton mix, with collars and pleats.

The greatest portions of their day was spent directing the young minds in their charge to the simple learning of common mathematical operations, the history of things they wouldn’t remember and uncanny ability to know when they needed to send kids to lunch and recess early.

Today was the class field trip to the natural history museum. There were 4th graders everywhere, a smattering of parents and teachers trying like Secret Service agents to corral toddlers in a massive breakout of Alcatraz.

As the two of them backed up to direct their classes to the next exhibit they bumped into each other going in opposite directions. And this is where their story begins …

“Oh, I’m sorry, are you ok.”

“I’m fine, I should have been looking where I was going.”

They were both average as average can be explained. Normal in size, weight and appearance. The same age, late 20’s, the same height, and the same situation in life, single.

No matter when two people meet a list of things happen, each is examined for a personal check-down list. At the end of the list, if a person is comfortable, something happens, a conversation starts or ends. In this case a conversation began.

“I’m so sorry, this is just the worst field trip idea ever on this particular day.”

“I know, our original idea was to go to the zoo, but it seems the weather has never cooperated with us, so here we are. JOHNNY! Keep your hands and feet to yourself!”

“I agree, my name is …,” and a crowd of 12 year olds trampled past their introductions.

“It’s nice to meet you. Listen, I’ve wanted to do the zoo field trip for years, do you have anything that you use to book the trip? I have been trying and trying to find information, but the zoo is impossible.”

“Yes, I do, let me email it to you when I get back to the class.”

And from there the relationship began. An email here, and email there to find they were both members of the same gym, graduated roughly the same year from college and had a shared interest in a café that sat on the edge of a park not too far from where either of them lived.

Over the months they would spend time at the café watching the ducks, talking teacher shop and admiring the others pedicure, shoes, necklace and enjoying the simple company of two single women.

Things were going well until a man interrupted the solitude. It seems that one of our pair had been dumped by her boyfriend and needed some time with her friend to talk about it and relate the pain of the heartache.

“I know, I should have seen it coming. Is it hackneyed to say ‘He was just not that into me?’”

“Maybe, but I always wonder if we ever know what men are really thinking. Yes, they focus on their penis and their stomach and our body parts, but really, they can’t be out just for a good time ALL the time.”

“No, I guess not, but it had started so well and finished so poorly. It just wasn’t there. I’m sad, but not broken about it. He was good in bed, but not really what a woman needs. You know? Mentally he was there, attentive affectionate, but the touch was just not it.”

“I think I know. I’ve been with men like that as well, good, but not great. It doesn’t end with, ‘I’ll call you,’ but with a kiss at the front door and the feeling that something was missing.”

“Exactly!”

The rest of the hour was spent with a focus on other things of interest. Lunch was over and the cheese cake was all over except the weighing-in in the morning. A drop fell and surprised them both. Then another and another. Since they both walked to the café they weren’t prepared for a sudden burst of rain. Immediately, they headed for the nearest apartment.

By the time they arrived they were both wet and slightly cold under the dry cool air of the nearest apartment.

“I can’t believe how wet I am!”

“No kidding, ugghhhhh, that was aweful! I have a bathrobe you can borrow, let me take your clothes and dry them for you. You’re welcome to shower to warm up if you want.”

“I can’t put you to that much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal and I’ll need to dry off myself and dry my clothes.”

At that one of the pair headed to the shower her clothes the opposite was to dry on low for a few minutes. The other couldn’t help but notice her friends shape and uncanny simple beauty. It had been a long time and her curiosity of being with a woman was not something new, but something that crept up as often as 5th Sundays. She tried to push the desire down. The desire to know another woman’s touch. The desire to feel soft skin and hairless legs against hers.

As she looked in the mirror she could see her own disheveled hair, wet from an afternoon storm. Her own handsome looks and quiet charm. She wanted to know.

It was a little much for her as she moved to the bathroom. The shower was warm and steam mixed above her in the cool part of the room.

“Do you need anything?” was her question before the response of, “Soap, I can’t find the soap,” came in good time.

She paused … grabbed the body wash and in one bold move slipped in the shower with her friend.

A look of shock overtook her wet partner.

“Oh! Uhmmm,”

“Here’s the soap, I was just cold and thought, if it was ok, I could warm up. I’m sorry, how terribly intrusive of me.”

“Wait … that’s ok, I understand.”

And they both warmed under the steaming water. Not far from each other they both noticed the supple shape of breasts, smooth lines of shaved legs and soft curves no man dares posses. Soap went on a buffing rag and then was gingerly applied to the other’s body. They stood in front of each other cleaning and breathing.

Hands began to wander from backs to hips and thighs as the other placed her arms on the shoulders in front of her.

“I’ve been curious … and I can’t think of this as a lesbian encounter. I’m fixated on your touch and your kindness.”

“I am too.”

And with that they kissed a slow simple exchange much like any first kiss. They both let their hands fall to their hips and pulled each other closer. Their nipples touched as their tongues began to search the other. The soft prickle of pubic hair gently aroused them both. Their hard wet nipples grazed the other and sent butterflies through their stomach.

“Am I being to forward to ask we move this to another room?”

“No, I was hoping you would.”

And the shower quit but the heat stayed hot.

They both lay side by side on the bed gently running fingers over every body part they could imagine. Shoulders, necks, hairlines, ears, hips, inner thighs. No part remained untouched.

They kissed again and again and could get over how soft and supple each other was.

Finally, someone rolled over on her back and the other moved on top of her stomach exposing her pussy. The other’s hands gently touched the other’s lower abdomen. Feeling the gentle curve down to the lips and seeing the glistening natural lubricant. Her hands reached up and put a thumb and forefinger on a nipple and gently massaged it moving her hands down she gently pulled her friend on top of her mouth and began to lick and kiss.

Her friend’s head went back and her hair tumbled down her back as she reached to steady herself on the headboard. A slight moan filled the air as a tongue went from top to bottom and then side to side.

No man had ever been able to give her the pleasure of this woman with her tongue.

With one hand on the headboard and one on her breast she gently rocked back and forth over her friends tongue. She felt a hand trace the curves of her ass and the back of her thigh and she felt more than tingles and butterflies surge through her.

The licking got more intense and faster. More moans filled the room. Neither could believe they were this close to pleasing the other. Finally, a quick flick of the tongue did her in and she let loose a string of moans and “yes’s” much to each other’s delight.

She fell back on the bed and searched to regain her composure. Her friend nestled beside her and gently stroked her hair and arm.

After regaining her senses, she rolled to face her friend and kissed her and reached down to gently touch a cleanly trimmed area.

“Do you have a toy? I’d like to do that for you.”

“Yes, in the drawer.”

She reached over and pulled it from it’s hiding place and cold feel it’s cold surface. It was hard glass and she placed it in her mouth to warm it and to send a surge of arousal to her friend.

In a word or two, it worked.

She turned to strattle her friend and turned so that she was not facing her exposing her already throbbing pussy to again face her attractor. But this time it was her turn to be the giver.

As she leaned down, she gently rubbed the lips facing her and could feel a finger inserted into her own vagina.

“Wait, I’m supposed to be giving!”

And her friend relaxed and felt the smooth hard dildo slide into her bumping her g-spot. A warm tongue stroked her clit and she felt herself get even wetter. The dildo worked it’s way in and out thick and solid. It’s ribs bumped every nerve on the way in and out and the angle changed to tease and tickle a spot as it entered. She felt the cool contrast of the glass against the warm wet tongue and shuttered. It was coming and she wanted it to happen, and she wanted it to last.

She reached up and grabbed the ass of her friend to hang on. She could feel it approaching slow and large like a freight train barreling toward her from miles away.

She got closer and the train was making the room louder and more pronounced. In and out like an engine, the strokes of the piston moved faster and stronger. Her clit was reaching the boiling point as the cat like tongue rushed sensation between her legs.

The bed shook as the built up pressure slowly crept up on her like a cruel master. She let go and could hardly catch her breath and came.

The orgasm was intense enough to push fluid from her and leave grip marks in her friends ass.

And it was over. They adjusted themselves to hold each other and felt the warms and smelled the essence of each other. In moments they would sleep. In moments they would remember. In moments they would each find a connection between them that would not ever be repeated. They would find something that was discoverable, but not repeatable.

As time passed they each found loves, they each found hope and solace in the arms of the opposite sex.

And they each found that curiosity doesn’t always kill the cat.