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My date with Danielle

Before I went out with Dani, I thought about this whole thing I was getting into. I felt like Goldilocks and the three babes, trying to discover which one was best. What if neither of them was a match for me? I guess dating is like that. I'd never been in the dating pool, so I shouldn't get my hopes up. What if I didn't like girls after kissing a couple? Maybe I should date boys to compare, and I was still unsure about everything.

However, I was excited, nervous, anxious, or whatever you want to call it all weekend long. When Sunday morning finally arrived, I dressed casually; skinny jeans, a red long sleeve flannel shirt with a tee under, and on my feet were my Sketcher street cleats. It wasn't too cold out, maybe in the low forties. I had no idea if Dani's shop was heated or not.

The drive took a little over an hour because Dani lives outside of town on some property. I'd checked it out from her website's directions. Her place looked pretty cool with a big old house, a barn which I guessed was her studio, and another barn for the black things roaming around a vast pasture. I assumed they were cows.

I arrived just after seven (I got lost for a bit, stupid online directions). As I was getting out of mom's car, Dani walked out of the big house to greet me. She had dressed in cowboy boots, skinny jeans, and a red long sleeve flannel shirt almost like mine. I waved to her as I got out of the car. She was smiling as I yelled out, 'twins'. She looked down at herself then realized we had dressed similarly.

Opening her arms to hug me, I slipped in, letting her arms wrap around my body as I wrapped mine around hers. I love hugging, and Dani felt very nice up against me.

As she welcomed me as she squeezed me, “Welcome to the sticks, sweetie. Was it a nice drive?”

We separated, and I replied, "It was okay. I made one wrong turn, and it was nothing. I love it out here!"

She held my hands as we talked.

"It is nice. Come inside the house first, and then we'll head out to the studio. Did you eat breakfast? Coffee, tea, hot chocolate?"

"I had a bagel and coffee at home; it's chilly out here. I'd love a hot chocolate if you have the tiny marshmallows."

She smiled, “I do. There were some leftovers from the class of first graders that were here on Friday. Hot chocolate it is then.”

Holding hands, we walked up the steps into her house. I liked how homey it felt with family pictures and Dani's artwork. We went into the kitchen, Dani invited me to sit at the table. It was large, with a table cloth and flowers in a vase as a centerpiece. I felt like I was in another time and maybe someplace in the midwest on someone's farm. I liked that feeling.

I watched as she went about making our drinks. She moved so gracefully, her long legs seeming to glide along the floor despite the cowboy boots. I asked about the house, how she got it, which led to a small story.

She said her parents were killed in a car crash when she was only six years old. Her grandparents raised her on this property. Dani paused her story to bring our hot chocolate to the table. I patiently waited while she dropped the tiny marshmallows in my mug until I told her to stop. I couldn't wait to hear more, so I asked her to please continue.

She told me about how she came to own the farm outright and how she got into ceramics after college. The farm was in a trust paying for her grandparents' assisted living. They were in a care facility about twenty minutes away. They weren't physically able to get around like they used to, so they reluctantly agreed to move as long as she maintained the farm. She visits them two or three times a week and brings them out to the farm on weekends.

I offered my condolences, and she thanked me. I was hoping for a happy ending as she finished her story. I was almost in tears when she reached across the table to take my hand, telling me it's okay.

I felt sorry for them and her, but Dani told me everything is fine. I offered her a hug, which she accepted across the table. We were both looking like we were going to cry. Dani asked if I was ready to see the studio. I told her I was as we both wiped away the tears that had formed. I followed her to the kitchen sink handing her my cup. I told her it was delicious and thanked her for the story.

She put the cups in the sink then giggled as she reached up to wipe a small amount of cocoa foam from the corner of my mouth.

She held it in front of me, “You missed some, sweetie.”

Then licked her finger clean as I stared, eyes wide.

Then as if nothing happened, she said, "Let's go see my studio."

We walked out to her studio; on the way, she asked more about my life and things I was interested in. I'd briefly discussed some of them on Thanksgiving. Dani wanted to go more in-depth. I told her about school that I was hoping to get a car soon so I wouldn't have to take the bus or depend on mom to take me places. Cars weren't cheap, and I wasn't working. I mentioned my love of soccer.

Dani commented that she ran track in high school, pole vault, and high jump. I mentioned she had the legs for it, and she thanked me for the compliment. My life story took a backseat when we walked into her studio. I wandered around looking at the potter's wheels, tools, shelves of unfinished projects, and examples of her work while she patiently waited for my inevitable questions. I looked and didn't touch, fearful I'd break something. I heard her giggle when I'd think about touching something then withdraw my hand.

I walked back over to her, and she asked, "So, sweetie, what do you think? See anything your mom might like for a Christmas present, or do you have any ideas?"

She'd taken off her flannel since it was somewhat warm in the studio. She was wearing a tee that read, 'Good girls do it on one wheel,' which pictures a sleek girl sitting at a potter's wheel. It looked a little small on her because her breasts looked very tight against the fabric.

"Umm, I like the earrings and the beads on some of the bracelets. Mom has way too many coffee mugs."

She giggled. Would you like to make something for her? I'll help if you want me to."

"I'm clueless about this, so, yes, that would be nice. How about something like those earrings with the feathers?"

“Perfect. We can do that. What did you want for a design on them?”

She walked to a big table, bent down, then reached under it. She stood back up with a small wrapped block of clay.

“I don't know. Maybe a tree or a bird.”

I continued walking around, pausing at one of the potter's wheels. I stood there gazing at it, remembering the scene in 'Ghost' with Patrick Swayze and Demi Moore.

Dani giggled, "You're thinking 'Ghost', aren't you."

I nodded, a little embarrassed for being so obvious, "Of course, it was very romantic. I bet everyone who comes in here thinks about it too."

"They do, I don't mind. It's all new, seeing a real potter's wheel. When we get your mom's present figured out, you can try it if you like."

I smiled, “Thank you, Dani.”

I walked back over to her, and we talked about the earring design. I didn't do much of anything besides watch her work. Her hands were precise, making two small disks then carefully using small tools to engrave a tree in each one. We picked out colors to glaze with, and she painted them with the pre-firing glaze and told me she'd do the other glazing and finish them for me. I asked her how much she was going to charge me.

She smiled, "They are free, sweetie. I enjoyed meeting you. Maybe this will help spark an interest in your career path. Or maybe an interest in making art. Art won't make you rich, though."

I thanked her as I watched her finish all she could before firing or whatever the process was.

When she'd finished, I helped her as best I could, cleaning up. Next, we moved to the potter's wheel. She suggested I take off my flannel and hang it up so I wouldn't get wet clay on it. We both put on aprons. She sat me down in front of the wheel as she filled a bowl with water. She added a small sponge to it for wetting the clay. Dani wet the surface of the wheel, spinning it with the foot control.

She grabbed a glop of clay then plopped it in the center of the wheel. Standing back a bit, she had me work the pedal to get used to seeing it spin. At first, she knelt next to me, then told me to use my hands and dribble a bit of water on the clay.

I did so and got the wheel to spin smoothly. I beamed, and Dani giggled. Next, I cupped my hands over it, and much to my surprise and delight, I made it rise. I increased the speed, and it went higher as my hands followed it up.

I slowed the spin to look at it. I turned so red.

Dani looked at me, wondering what was going on, then it dawned on her. I'd made a replica of a penis complete with the head.

I used both hands and smashed it back into a flat mass of clay, laughing as I did.

Looking at her, I giggled, "Oops."

She smiled, "Let's start over."

We traded places, and she showed me how to work my hands to make it go up, down, flatten, and other shapes. One looked like a boob with a nipple. We both laughed at that and traded places again. I slowed the wheel down and accidentally made another penis. Then I worked making a cylinder, a boob with a nipple, a flat disk, and sort of a bowl looking thing. It was messy and fun.

When I'd had enough fun, I thanked her. I helped clean up again. We both blushed and giggled, talking about the things I made, then smashed. That led to more questions.

Dani asked about relationships I'd had in the past. I hadn't discussed that at dinner, and I told her I hadn't thought about anyone in high school. I had been a very non-sexual person and had continued into college. I asked if she had someone special in her life. Her reply was no, not at the moment.

We got quiet, standing next to each other at the sink, washing the clay out of our fingernails. She touched my hands as I was replacing the soap, as she was reaching for it. Dani took my hands in hers, holding them. I turned, looking up at her as she gently rubbed the backs of my hands with her thumbs.

She asked me, “Have you ever had thoughts about girls?”

I blushed, telling her the truth, "Only since Trina and mom became a thing."

"Is it something you'd like to explore? I mean, if not with me, but at some point with someone?"

“It depends on what you mean by exploring. I don't want to have sex with anyone right now. I'm a bit confused about my feelings.”

Dani pulled me to her hands still together, “We could go inside and sit and talk. Maybe kiss if you're up for that. I think you're adorable, but I don't want to scare you away. It's all up to you, sweetie.”

I blushed once again, "We could do that. Just kissing is fine. I don't want to lead you on at all. But I like you, Dani."

She smiled, pulling my hands to her and back around her. She leaned down and kissed me. I didn't balk as she let go of me to place her hands on my butt. I did the same to her as we stood there kissing. She tasted yummy, and I liked what I was feeling in my body and mind. After a bit, we broke off our kissing.

She didn't need to ask if I liked it; it was obvious I did. She was soft, warm, gentle, and she was patient. I liked that.

We grabbed our shirts, locked the studio up, and headed into the house and the living room. Sitting on the couch, I felt so awkward knowing what we were going to do but not how to go about it. I let her lead the way waiting for her to make the first move.

We were both excited, and I could see that through her tee and feel it within myself. We removed our shoes to get comfier then she asked me to scoot closer. We met halfway on the sofa, me feeling awkward, and her feeling self assured. Her finger slipped under my chin, raising my face to hers. She placed her lips gently on mine. We lingered there pressed together, enjoying the taste and feel of each other.

I felt her hand on the back of my neck, holding me as her tongue parted my lips to dance with mine. My moaning gave me away. I was enjoying all of this. We took a small break for me to catch my breath. She sat back, watching as I fanned myself.

She commented, “You have such kissable lips, Kelsey. I don't know why someone hasn't scooped you up already.”

I blushed, "I think it's my own doing. I haven't been interested until recently."

"I won't push you. Take your time, and if I'm the one you want to explore with, I'd be honored. That was a tiny peek at how good it can feel."

I was confused, "Is that all we're going to do?"

She smiled, "It is until you make up your mind. I'm not going to push you. You have to want to, babygirl. It should be with someone you care about. Plus, I'd want you here overnight, not just the rest of the day. I feel making love is best by taking your time, especially the first time."

I smiled, "Thank you, Dani. I think when the time comes, I'll be ready for it. I do like you, and I want to get to know you better if you'd like to."

"I would be honored, Kelsey. I know you have car issues. I'll let you know when your mom's gift is ready, and I'll drop it off if you want."

“Thank you, Dani. You are sweet.”

"You're welcome, baby girl."

With that, we put our shoes back on. I grabbed my shirt and headed home. Dani's lips were still on my mind as I walked in the door at home.

Mom and Trina were on the sofa snuggled together. I told them about my trip to Dani's and about trying out the potter's wheel. I mentioned I was going to take a shower and asked what was for dinner besides leftover turkey. Their answer was Tamales that Carmen had left behind. I said 'Yum', then headed off to shower.

My date with Carmen

Monday between classes, I texted Carmen to see what her schedule was like. She returned my text while I had the phone on silent, so I didn't get back to her until I got home. She said weekends were too busy, but Tuesday and Thursdays would work after six.

I asked mom if I could use the car to see what Crossfit was like on Thursday. I'd eat a late dinner, then head out and would be back before nine. I got her blessing, so I texted Carmen back to let her know I would be there. She said to bring my workout attire, towel, and water with electrolytes because I was going to sweat, and she added a smiley emoji.

Once more, I was anxious. Carmen was the flirty one at Thanksgiving. She was hot too, and she knew it. I got my workout things together Thursday morning, ate a late lunch instead of doing dinner then drove to Carmen's studio.

She and another woman were at the front desk talking when I walked in. The studio was relatively small, not like any gym I'd been to before. Carmen greeted me with a huge hug and 'hola chica', then introduced the studios' co-owner, Susan, to me. She was pretty, brunette, and buff. Both dressed in tight shorts and workout tops, and tennis shoes. I felt so inadequate next to them, a skinny little Asian girl.

Susan was friendly, asking me questions about working out if I was thinking about signing up, things like that. She had me sign a waiver in case I got hurt. I had hoped this wasn't going to kill me, just show me what it's all about.

Susan put my paperwork in a file then told us to have fun as she left, locking the front door behind her.

Carmen gave me a brief tour then pointed out the 'locker room', which was more like a walk-in closet with a toilet and tiny lockers. I changed into my workout clothes, not bothering to lock anything up. When I returned to the main area, Carmen was placing equipment around for me to use. She explained the WOD, workout of the day thing. They change things up, so your body doesn't get muscle memory. I understood that and was familiar with most of the exercises. Since I was just trying it out, she went easy on me. I did a "Tabatha" which means to perform a move for twenty seconds, rest for ten seconds, and repeat. I alternated push-ups and lunges for two minutes; typically, it's eight.

The rest of the exercises I won't go into but, when I was complete, I was worn out and dripping sweat. I thought I was in shape; Carmen proved me otherwise. I ended by doing Burpees and Planks. After my last plank, I rolled over onto my back, panting, trying to catch my breath. My heart was beating out of my chest when Carmen crawled to me on all fours.

Her face above mine, she asked, "Need some CPR, chica? Or maybe mouth to mouth?"

With that, she leaned down and kissed me full on the mouth. I was a bit shocked, but her lips felt amazing. I moaned as she continued kissing me, a hand on my breast massaging it. I didn't feel I could stop her even if I tried; I was drained. I didn't want to anyway. Her fingers pinching and pulling my nipples felt like nothing I'd experienced before. Her tongue explored my mouth as mine explored hers. I could feel my arousal growing as I wrapped one arm around her neck, holding her to me.

We lay like that, making out until she reached lower to palm my vagina. That's when I stopped her.

I broke our embrace and told her, “No!”

She stopped and apologized. I could see the hurt on her face, but I didn't care. I told her I wasn't that type of girl. I thanked her for the workout, picked myself up off the floor then headed to the changing area. I was so mad I just stuffed everything into my bag except the car keys, which I held in my hand.

Carmen was waiting at the door, still looking hurt. She knew she'd stepped over the line and was paying the price. I thanked her again as she opened the door for me. I left the studio, mad, hurt, and disappointed. Carmen texted me, apologizing again while I was driving. I looked at it when I got home and deleted it. Mom had gone to bed, so I put the keys to the car on the kitchen table, showered, and went to bed.

In the morning, I awoke to another text from Carmen saying she would like to talk. I texted her back and told her I'd think about it. I never did call her back. Maybe I overreacted to her hand on my pussy. I don't know. Her playing with my boobs was fine, I mean, it was just a first date, and I'm not a slut. Grabbing my vagina was just over the line.

Dani made good on her promise to drop off mom's Christmas present. We talked while she was here and made plans for another ceramic session after Christmas. I did go, and we made out a bit more. She didn't touch my vagina, as Carmen did. I think it was a matter of respect.

My date with Tanya

It was after Winter break when I was ready to volunteer at Tanya's class. I had a day off from school and texted her to ask if that worked for her. She replied, 'yes', so I called to find out what time and where. We talked for at least an hour. I didn't speak to her at Thanksgiving that much. She seemed a bit introverted like I am. But, on the phone, we found so many things we had in common.

I took the bus to her school because mom needed the car to get to work. I checked in at the school office and was given directions to Tanya's classroom. She was busy getting ready for the day when I walked in. She greeted me with a hug and talked about what we were doing that day. About ten minutes later, the kids started wandering in. They were so cute! Most of them asked me who I was and wanted me to see their desks and what they were working on.

I helped Tanya with the projects the kids were working on, but mostly I observed. During recess and playtime, they all wanted to hold my hand. When they found out I played soccer, I had to get in front of the class and tell them all about being a goalie. When their day was finished, I hugged each of them good-bye; they asked when I was coming back at least ten times. By then, I was tired, but it was a good tired.

Tanya offered to cook dinner for us and afterward drop me off at home. I gladly accepted, and we went to her place after stopping at the grocery store. We couldn't decide what to have, so we got stuff to make a salad, a chicken breast to grill on her indoor grill machine and called it good.

On the way to her house, we talked about the day. Tanya noticed how much the kids loved me and interacted with me. I thought it was because I was new. She mentioned that they don't act like that with everyone, I was flattered. I told her I enjoyed the day more than I thought I would.

She giggled, “Career choice?”

I blushed, “Maybe. I need to think more about it and maybe visit more to see.”

She smiled, looking at me as she drove, "You're always welcome to drop in and help out."

I thanked her for the compliment.

She had a nice place, a three-bedroom house in what seemed like a quiet neighborhood. I helped make dinner; well, I cut up the chicken after it was grilled. We sat talking as we ate dinner. More talk about my goals and aspirations and the joys and tribulations of teaching. Tanya talked a bit more about her history. She had always wanted to teach as far back as she could remember. When dinner was over, I got a tour of the house. One room she had set-up as a home gym. Elliptical, rower, weights were all neatly arranged. On one wall, I noticed the gymnastic trophies. She told me all about the events she won, her various injuries, and her parents' sacrifices for her. I found it fascinating. About eight, we noticed the time, so Tanya drove me home, and before I got out of the car, she asked if I had plans for the following Saturday. I didn't, so she asked if I wanted to try cross country skiing. She and a few friends were heading to the mountains for the day, and she thought I might enjoy it. I mentioned I didn't have skis. She countered by asking my shoe size, and since we were the same, I could use an older pair of her boots and skis.

I smiled and said I'd check with mom, but I thought it would be okay since I didn't have to drive. She grinned, asking me to let her know. We said good night, and that was it. No making out, no hands-on my vagina, nothing.

Asking me out on a 'date', I liked this and Tanya. I conferred with mom, and it was fine with her. I started to wonder why I was asking for permission. I was nineteen, after all. Maybe it was a respect thing. I still lived at home, and mom being mom, wanted to know what I was doing.

I called Tanya the next night and told her I'd love to go. We made plans and talked more.

Saturday rolled around, Tanya picked me up before dawn, and we drove to a lake that has a trail around it. I met her friends, and most were teachers and about her age. Tanya joked that she was recruiting me to become a teacher. This outing was part of the sales program.

We didn't push skiing too hard since it was my first time. I loved it. The air was crisp and cold. I had a great time talking with her friends; none of them talked down to me. On the trip back home, we talked about her friends and how she met them. I was beginning to like Tanya a lot.

I did go out to Dani's a third time. She was nice, but I didn't feel the connection that I did with Tanya.

Before the end of the school year, I helped Tanya four more times. We ended each day back at her house, making dinner together. We started going out every other weekend doing something active with and without her friends. She came over several times to have dinner with mom and me. Trina was there a few of those times also.

When school was out for Summer, Tanya and I hung out quite a bit more. I think it was the middle of June when I first spent the night with her. Up until that point, we had held hands, kissed a few times, but nothing serious. We'd workout with her home gym some weekends. I'd talked her into running some with me for the cardio. We'd been slowly building her up to five miles over a couple of months.

We'd hit the five-mile mark and, as per our custom, showered after. We'd alternate who would go first showering after we returned from working out and our runs. Only this time, I got bold and joined her. She was pleasantly surprised when I opened the door to step in.

Tanya grinned when she saw me enter the shower. “Kels, this is a surprise. Welcome, sweetness.”

I was my usual beet red. I giggled, stepping past her to get under the water, "I thought we could save some water."

"You're so thoughtful; come here."

She took my hands in hers, pulling me to her. Our bodies seemed to meld together as we kissed. After a bit, Tanya asked if I was sure about what I was doing. I told her I was and that I had been thinking of this for the past month. She told me she'd wanted it too since she first laid eyes on my back at Thanksgiving. She'd talked to Trina several times after, and Trina would evade a direct answer every time. She shut off the water, then moved my hair away from my face with her finger.

Whispering, softly stroking my cheek with her fingertip, she told me, "I think I fell for you the first time you helped in my class. The way the kids bonded with you and you with them. It was all I could do not to take you in my arms that night. I didn't want to chase you away. I wanted you to come to me on your own, Kelsey. Now, here you are."

I was blushing from my breasts to the tip of my nose, "I liked you that first day also. I was surprised when you asked me on the ski trip. I talked to your friends a bit, and they had nothing but good things to say. I think that's when I became smitten."

Her hands were massaging my ass as we swayed back and forth in the shower. I could feel her taut thigh pressed between my legs, arousing me with a gentle yet firm rubbing motion. Our whispering added to the intoxication of the moment. We kissed again, my hands firmly gripping her cheeks, pressing her into me.

Our tongues played as our hands moved about each other. When Tanya broke our kiss, she suggested we get all soapy and slick.

I giggled, “Yes, please.”

She had the top off of the body wash already, so she squirted some in my hands then her own. We started on each other at the neck then worked ourselves slowly down each other's bodies. Her breasts are smaller than mine and much more sensitive. I played with her nipples enjoying how they felt to my fingers. Her reaction surprised me, telling me to pinch and pull them harder than I was. I did as she requested, which made her shiver.

Tanya palmed mine while I was playing. She loved how soft and round they were. She pinched me, but it hurt, so she only rolled them between her fingers, which felt much better. Our soapy hands slid up and down our bodies. I loved how muscular she was, and yet she was soft too. She cupped my chin when she wanted another kiss tilting my head down slightly. We stood there, making out as our arousals continued to build. Slick hands-on firm cheeks felt so very delicious. Her thigh on my vagina added to the sensations I was already feeling. I wanted more but didn't want to stop what we were doing.

She did surprise me when she lowered one hand to massage my rosebud gently. I jumped a tiny bit, she apologized, but I mouthed that it was okay, just new. She tried it again, brushing gently. It felt so different, a bit naughty but yummy. I let her play with me there as we continued kissed and moving our bodies against one another.

Tanya could feel my skin cooling off. We took a small break to turn the warm water back on. We rinsed the soap off each other then she dropped to her knees. I looked down at her, the water hitting the back of my head. She didn't say a thing as her hands pressed against my inner thighs pushing my legs further apart. I planted my feet on the rubber shower mat, reached over, and shut the water off again, my back against the cold tile of the shower wall. She toyed with my hairs with her fingertip as she looked up at me. I looked at her, anticipating a touch or something. She teased me, kissing and licking around my vagina, savoring the moment. When she finally put her lips against my labia, I nearly lost it. She giggled then slipped her tongue between them, slowly moving from the bottom to the top. Back down me then up. Her hands held my ass in place as she mouthed me, her tongue diving as far as it could within me. My body shuddered with new sensations while she drank my juices. I'd never felt anything quite like this in my life. Even the times I masturbated didn't feel quite as wonderful as her tongue did.

Tanya toyed with my clit, rubbing it, backing off, then brushing by it time after time. I'd get so close, and then she'd back off only to bring me close again. I lost track of how many times she took me to the edge and then back. When I felt I couldn't take anymore and I was afraid my knees would give out, I told her. Her tongue took one last trip to my clit and brought me to my first girl given orgasm.

I was a mess. My body vibrated against that wall that had been cold at first but now was as warm as I was. I could feel my eyes rolling back in my head as Tanya held onto me to keep me from falling over. I could feel my ab muscles tighten then relax. It was the best feeling ever. My panting finally subsided as she stood and kissed me. Even then, it took a few moments for me to calm down enough to tell her how much I enjoyed it.

She laughed as she played with my nipples, whispering to me that she could tell. I blushed again as I held her, goosebumps on my arms.

We turned the water back on actually to shower this time. When we finished, we toweled each other off. Tanya then took my hand, leading me to her bed. Despite our wet hair, we snuggled and cuddled for the remainder of the day.

We'd play and tease with our fingers, our mouths off and on until I worked up the courage to go down on her. Tanya had a sweet taste to her that I couldn't describe. She didn't ask me to reciprocate. It was something that I wanted to do just because I adored her. I fumbled a bit, to begin with; she didn't complain or offer guidance. She left it to me to discover what she loved. I did just that by listening to her moans along with her body's reaction.

During one of our lovemaking breaks, I called mom and told her I'd be staying the night at Tanya's. Trina was over since she'd moved in the previous month. I could hear a 'YES' in the background, which made me giggle.

I put the phone back on the nightstand then snuggled against Tanya. She asked if everything was alright. I told her, yes; everything was perfect.