Omigod, it's Cassidy from work! I knew the rumors said she was a lesbian, but I never dreamed it might be her.
I was suddenly looking at her from a sexual point of view, and I had to admit it wasn't a bad view. She wasn't a stereotype dyke; indeed, I'd call her 'cuddly' more than anything else. She was way shorter than me, even when I didn't have heels on; what the fancy writers used to call a 'pocket Venus.' She was wearing Gap casual, just right for a first sort-of-date. She had short, straight platinum-blonde hair, worn close to her face in a dutchboy cut. Her figure was curvy, although the fashion dictators would say she needed to lose some weight. Her breasts were full, her hips ample.
I suddenly had a mental image of taking this little beauty boldly into my arms, like a dashing hero in one of those hot romance novels I waste my time reading. I had to admit, maybe I was more than just... curious. |