She tabled that thought for a moment. "Deana, you know it’s not my job to judge you, I like you and consider you my best friend. Have you been writing lately?"
"Not really, I just cannot get into the flow of it. I considered even giving it up."
"What, don’t you dare, you are an amazing writer. Don’t tell my husband, but I’ve read some of your erotica and it’s very good."
She blushed clear to her toes, "Ah-ah, you read my erotica. Isn’t that against church rules?"
Sue laughed, "It may be, but I go by my own rules and let God direct me not a bunch of church going people who are mostly hypocrites. Shhh don’t tell them I said that last part."
Deana giggled, "I won’t if you tell me your favorite kind of erotic story."
Sue swallowed hard, and fought back the tears, then decided what to heck with it they were friends. "Promise you won’t tell a soul, but I love reading bisexual/lesbian stories. Yours are so graphic, and they make me so wet."
Deana had that deer in the headlight look and was aware that her hands were trembling. She hoped Sue wouldn’t notice, found her voice and chose her words carefully.
"Sue let me ask you a private question; you don’t have to answer it if you do not want to. Are you bisexual?
Sue sat there for what seemed like an eternity, staring at her coffee cup. With trembling hands she took a sip. Her blue eyes sparkled with eagerness, and interest, of a possible long hidden secret.
"I was, and yes Bradley knows about it. He thinks he converted me."
Talk about ice breaker. Deana smiled, and answered, "Sue your secret is safe with me."
Deana found herself more relaxed and open with Sue. Over the next few minutes, they talked more openly about personal topics; such as sex, marriage, and how it affected them both.
It was then that the two women decided to meet for lunch, dinner, or just a movie every two weeks.
Over their next meeting a luncheon date Deana told Sue more about her soon to be ex.
Sue reached for Deana’s hand and held it tight as she spoke. "My dearest friend, that man was a predatory animal, which preys on so called defenseless women. You can do better than him!" She winked and added, "Was he good in bed?" One thing about Sue, she never beat around the bush when she spoke.
Deana giggled, and tried to remember what sex was like. All she could remember was longing for the sweet words of passion spoken in whispers, a gentle caress, and any action that would’ve made her cum like hell.
"You know I’d like to compare it to a roller coaster; hurried, fumbling, hardly a word spoken in passion. Come to think of it, he couldn’t get his penis up half the time. I hate to say this, but he acted kind of Gay."
That did it, they both burst out laughing.
In the back of her mind Deana thought, "One of these nights when Bradley is gone, maybe Sue will stay the night. I’d love to see if she is still bisexual."
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