Go for coffee with Sara

It takes several minutes for you and Sara get settled back into the seats of the SUV. There is a lot of giggling, helping each other with straightening clothes, and luckily, some wet-wipes in the glovebox.

"Are you ready?" Sara asks, beaming and finally composed, her hand poised to turn the key in the ignition.

"Yes!" you reply.

She starts the car and navigates the SUV through the still-arriving guests.

"It's going to be a wild night in there," she observes. "I'm sure Tom will have fun."

There is a hint of resentment in her voice. Not jealousy, just the feeling that he might be a little less committed to their relationship than her. A strange prospect considering she just watched you give her husband a blowjob.

She drives to a distant coffee shop. She claims she doesn't want to be seen drinking coffee at 10PM in an evening gown. You tease her about being ashamed to be seen in public with her new teenage girlfriend. When you say that she laughs, but her face flushes red.

The drive gives you plenty of time to talk. About your plans for college, your interests (other than boys), and her past times. You are careful not to mention her kids, both about your age.

The coffee shop is punky and bohemian. You both look wildly out of place in your party clothes, but the pierced woman with the buzz cut behind the counter serves up your cofees without remark. She does give Sara a wink.

"Been here before?" You ask as you get situated at a small table.

"Yeah," Sara admits, "let's just say when I'm feeling lonely...the owner and I can talk."

You suddenly realize it's some sort of lesbian coffee bar and you chuckle as you spot pairs of women talking at the romantically close tables.

Sara and you talk at great length, nearly until midnight. She is a wonderful, vibrant woman, as beautiful as any you have met. She is a lot of fun to talk to and as you speak more and more the idea of some sort of relationship with her seems realistic.

"I guess," Sara hesitates, her finger tracing the rim of her cup, "I guess I want to know if this could be more than sex. More than orgy parties and, you know, with my husband."

"What are you asking?"

"I don't want it to sound like an ultimatum, it's not. I'd be happy with you however I can get you, I'm just wondering..."

"You're wondering if I want to be your fuckbuddy or your girlfriend?" you ask, cutting through Sara's shyness.

"That's pretty much right," she laughs. "I feel like I'm in high school."

You lay your hand atop hers as you answer...