The Hunger Ch. 07

I opened my eyes and looked in the direction of the foot steps. It was Heather. She was nude and I caught myself when I realized I was gawking. She was a goddess! I forced my eyes to focus on her face but couldn't help checking her out more extensively as she stepped into the spa. Her breasts had the firmness of youth and were topped with small Hershey kiss nipples that stood up proudly. Her belly displayed a six pack of muscles that told of her devotion to fitness. The muscles of her arms and legs stood out in stark relief but were not bulky. Her pussy was trimmed and I noticed she had a "landing strip" similar to my own. It was when she turned around to step into the water that I almost gasped. Her ass was a piece of art. It was an ass that I couldn't help but imagine worshipping for hours upon hours. Her cheeks stood out proudly, seemingly begging to be kissed. I couldn't help but get a quick flash of her shaved pussy as she backed into the spa. "Was that on purpose?" I asked myself.

My appreciation of Heather's body was abruptly interrupted when she sank into the water and she moved over near me in the large tub. She was near enough that we could have an intimate conversation yet still allow us each some degree of personal space. Our eyes met and she smiled that charming smile that I had quickly learned to associate with her.

She was still in her professional mode and our conversation was back to suggestions about my workout. Despite her "cheerleader looks" and the type of personality and intelligence I stereotypically associated with it, I was rapidly beginning to appreciate that she was in fact a very intelligent and well spoken young woman. Her stock was definitely on the rise. When the conversation about my new workout regime, my goals, and the path to achieve them finally tailed off, I was able to manipulate the conversation to Heather herself. I began to probe and ask questions about her and she opened up.

She explained that she was 21, a full time college student, and worked at the gym part time in the evenings to help subsidize the money her parents provided for college. She explained that her job here was so that she could afford a small apartment that allowed her to get out the dorms. She was a senior and was planning on going into physical therapy or possibly going to chiropractic school. "Yes," I remembered thinking, "she's definitely not just another dumb blond cheerleader." The fact of the mater was that she was in fact a cheerleader for her college football team but with the season over, and this being her senior year with graduation looming, that part of her life was history.

I pressed on for a few more details about her. When I asked her if she had a boyfriend, she got quiet for a moment and then said no, that she and her most recent lover had broken up a few months before. She also said, without being asked, that she lived alone. When I said something about how I had to struggle through college with a series of roommates she explained that she was able to supplement her income with private training sessions that she did in addition to working at the gym. My dirty little mind couldn't help thinking of a very private, very intimate training session with her.

When I asked a follow up question about her ex-boyfriend, she grew quiet again, blushed slightly, looked at me, and said, "My lover was a woman. I'm not really a lesbian, if that is what you are thinking, but I have had male and female lovers in the past. The most recent one just happened to be a woman."

I saw a look in her eyes that seemed like she was desperate for understanding, and perhaps, something else, acceptance maybe? Could she be a kindred soul, a devote bisexual lost in a heterosexual dominated world? It seemed like it. I sensed a certain need in her to connect with me, at least on a level of understanding. I some how sensed her revelation to me concerning her sexuality was not an easy, especially with someone she only knew from her professional life. I could understand that took more then a little courage. She seemed to need me to show her that she had not just made a major blunder. I felt a need to reassure her and at the same time I felt a degree of sisterhood with this young woman.

"That's cool," I replied. "I'm bi too, although it's something pretty new in my life." I was with a woman for the first time very recently," I added, not wanting to get into explicit details. At the same time I wanted to reciprocate the openness she had shared with me.

I could see the relief flow across her face at my own revelation. After that, the subject was dropped and our conversation was all over the place as we exchanged details about ourselves. There was a bonding that was taking place that was a little bit of a mystery to me. On one level we were working on developing a friendship like only two women can, and at the same time there was a definite sexual element. Even in my limited experience with female lovers I could tell the attraction was there. The earlier flirting was a not so subtle hint, but now that we had laid our cards on the table, so to speak, it had opened things up between us. This was so different then the early stages of a relationship with a man. My early stages with Sharon had been primarily online and by the time I had met her in person, sex between us was almost a given.

One thing she said really caught my attention. She said that she had been in committed relationships in the past and now she was more interested in "playing the field" for a while. I admitted that I had lovers, a couple, but that we were not exclusive, and then added "at least not sexually exclusive." That got a smile from her. Yes, definitely a kindred spirit.

I noted the time on the clock on the wall and after offering my apologies I said I needed to go. I still needed to pack for my weekend at the camp. I explained to Heather that I was going to be gone for the weekend.

"Are you going to be with your lovers?" she asked

"As a matter of fact, yes," I replied.

"Well... I hope you have fun," she said, grinning broadly.

"I'm planning on it." I responded, returning her smile.

I checked on her work schedule and we made plans for her to walk me through another workout the following week, upon my return. When I asked her if she would like to join me for coffee or a drink after she got off work, she said she would like that and then added "It's a date."

My head spun for a moment as I came to grips with that. I had a date, with a woman. Not only had I asked a woman out on a date without even thinking about it, but she had accepted. The fact that I found absolutely gorgeous was just icing on top of the cake. My, my my; how my world was changing. I really needed to talk to Sharon!

Heather got out of the spa and we went to go get dressed together. I couldn't help but check her out and I noticed something else. I wasn't the only one doing a little gawking as well. I noticed her eyes on my body. She seemed to like what she saw and I was relieved. Our eyes met, she smiled at me and any sense of pretense was dropped as we openly appreciated each other. I was in a bit of a stir once again. Sharon once told me that one of the greatest aphrodisiacs was being appreciated and desired. Her words suddenly hit home with me and I understood them with a flash of crystalline clarity. The fact that Heather desired me was apparent. Of course this desire was more then returned by myself.

We exchanged phone numbers before saying goodbye. I promised to give her a call when I got back in town so that we could firm up our plans.

My drive home with the gym was one filled with new and somewhat confusing thoughts. My car was on auto pilot. I have no idea how I got home.

That night, my mind was full of images of Heather as I frantically masturbated. I came hard while imagining her lips sucking hard on my clit and her tongue flickering over its exposed head while her fingers strummed my G-spot. My masturbatory session the next morning was much the same but was also mixed with sweet memories of my time with Sharon and Jim.

Heather was obviously a wild card that I was not expecting and I was glad that I would soon be able to talk to Sharon about her. Sharon was much more then my lover. She had become sister, sounding board, mentor, and the rock that I clung to in a sea of swirling sexuality. The last week had given me the needed time to come to terms with a lot of things. However, the answers I had found raised even more questions that I needed her help to resolve. Of course Heather raised more then a few questions as well and I longed for Sharon's counsel on how to proceed with her.

I tried to focus on work, at least for one more day. My weekend at the camp was so close now and I desperately needed the sort of emotional and sexual freedom it offered. It was almost like the camp had become a sort of shelter in the storm in my mind. It was the place where I could be myself and express my new found inner self. This part of me was what I had begun to refer to as my "Inner Ethical Slut" in my thoughts.

I threw the overnight bag and makeup bag that I had packed and set off to work. Shortly after I arrived I was called into my boss's office. "What now?" I asked. My mind flashed through a lot of the things that I had done lately to see if there was something that I could be called onto the carpet for. I couldn't come up with anything but I realized that you never knew.

Those imagined transgressions went out the window shortly after I arrived at Ellen's office and she asked me to have a seat. She explained that the company was closing this office and combining it with the office in Denver as a cost cutting move. Denver? Would this mean a transfer, I wondered? Did I want to go to Denver? All these thoughts went through my mind in milliseconds.

My boss gave a few seconds to ruminate on these thoughts and then said that she and the "higher ups" were very pleased with my work. There were going to be lay-offs associated with the changes but I wasn't going to be one of them. As a matter of fact, they were offering me a promotion if I wanted it. In addition, I wouldn't have to move.

"Huh," I finally spoke, but in a less then eloquent manner. I'm sure my confusion was written all over my face.

She went on to explain that the promotion I was being offered was to an outside sales position. I could office out of my home and they would give me an allowance to set up a home office. I was free to live anywhere in the general area. There would be a little over night travel but only one or two nights per week. In addition I was going to be given a company car.

I had been working in the marketing department so this was not a huge move for me. I had, however, always worked at a desk job but did a lot of the coordinating with the folks in sales. I already knew most of our larger clients. I quickly came to the conclusion that this was something I could handle and a challenge I would relish. After discussing a few details, Ellen called in the head of sales, Carl, who would be my new boss. He went over the details of my compensation package which included a higher salary, a bonus plan, as well as a pretty generous expense account. The car was definitely a bonus as I had already thought about replacing my 8 year old Toyota, especially now that frequent trips to the camp seemed to be looming on the horizon.

I asked if I could have the weekend to think it over, even though I had already made my decision in my own mind. For appearance sake I didn't want to seem too anxious. I did offer the appropriate level of enthusiasm so that my bosses' didn't think I was too cool about this opportunity.

After Carl had left, I stayed and talked with Ellen. I considered her a friend, although not a close one and I wanted her advice. Ellen had served as a mentor during my early days with the company and she had been the one that helped me learn the rules of interoffice politics. She whole heartedly backed the promotion and said she would be thinking about me while she was freezing in Denver. She was close enough to retirement age to feel that she had to accept the relocation to Denver that had been offered to her but I got the impression that she wasn't wild about the idea. The fact that I was not only keeping my job but getting a promotion out of the deal was a win/win situation in her opinion. She also swore me to secrecy about the move because a lot of my co-workers weren't going to be notified for another couple of weeks. They were still deciding who was going to be laid off and who was going to be offered a transfer. When the word broke about my new job, the official story was that it was just a transfer to sales.

When we were finished discussing the promotion I asked her if I could take off a little early. She knew I had been putting some extra hours lately and had no problem with allowing me to leave early. She asked if I had big plans for the weekend and I simply explained that I was taking a little road trip to visit friends and wanted to try to beat the traffic. She wished me a good trip and an enjoyable visit as I got up to leave. If she only knew how enjoyable it was going to be!

The rest of the day was a lot slower. I mainly finished up a few little projects that I had been putting off. I even managed to slip out to the lingerie store at lunch time. I splurged a little bit on a few things that I had taken note of during my visit the previous day. I felt I deserved it. The owner of the store recognized me and I think she was happy to see that she had a new regular customer. I also decided to do some major shopping after my raise went into affect but I wanted to check out some other stores before indulging in a major shopping spree. I was turning into a lingerie and slut wear junkie but I suppose it was just part of my transformation.

At 3 o'clock I tidied up my desk and climbed into my car. Before I got on the road I stopped at a convenience store and changed into shorts, a tank, and sandals for the drive. I was starting to have a harder and harder time dealing with being stifled by my conservative work attire. I also bought a soda for the road and was soon heading away from the city and towards the camp.

Driving on the highway has always been a relaxing time for me and this was no different. I set the cruise control to a comfortable speed that allowed me to navigate without having to devote much thought to the light traffic. It was a time that allowed me to do lot of thinking. While my mind was not in the turmoil that it had been in the previous Sunday during my drive home from the camp, I still had a lot to consider. The list was pretty long: the new job and how it would affect my lifestyle, both positively and negatively; my relationship with Sharon and Jim; Heather; and my planned evening with Ken and Lynn.

When I was thinking about Sharon and Jim my thoughts broadened a bit to the camp in general. It was within my sales territory and there was no reason why I couldn't move there. As a matter of fact it was more centrally located in my territory then where I was currently living. I was going to have to move anyway, my little one bed room apartment wasn't going to work if I was officing out of my home. It simply wasn't large enough and I could afford something larger anyway. I had long ago reached a point in my career where I could afford something larger then my little efficiency apartment, but I was comfortable there and hated the idea of moving. I decided to talk to Jim about it and see if there was anything available at the camp and at least explore that possibility. I put that train of thought to rest after considering what it would be like to actually live in the camp full time. My brain was flooded with erotic images as I considered the possibilities as well as the freedom I had come to appreciate during my short stay there. Being more then a weekend visitor to Jim and Sharon's house had its own appeal.

My thoughts during the early part of the trip were mostly devoted to more practical matter. The new job and my housing situation were the items at the top of the list. The analytical part of my brain worked out a mental "things to do" list that could largely wait until Monday. After I put those things to rest, my mind turned to things of a more erotic nature.

Heather! Did she want me as much as I wanted her? I was pretty sure the answer to that was a definite yes, but I was still unsure of myself. Would I be happy dating a woman? I was pretty sure of the answer but I still had a lot of unknowns.

Jim and Sharon were less of an unknown. Sex was definitely not an issue. The previous weekend, if nothing else, had shown me that we very compatible in that regard. My key questions, however, had to do with the practical aspects and the possibility of a long term relationship with them. Was this something I wanted, and did they, on what level and with what terms? I realized these were all things that could be answered with time and I resolved myself to relax and allow these questions to answer their selves. Sharon had hinted that she wanted to have a discussion along these lines with me sometime during the weekend. I wondered if Sharon and Jim were asking themselves the same questions.

Ken and Lynn was another unknown but one of extreme possibilities. I couldn't help thinking what they would be like. Admittedly there was a certain degree of doubt in my mind. Was I getting in over my head with them? Was this something I really wanted, to explore my sub side? My gut, and my pussy, said yes. My brain, on the other hand, was telling me I was jumping off into the unknown. It was almost like I had an angel and devil sitting on my shoulder. I suppose the devil won because I finally decided that they represented a "nothing ventured, nothing gained," kind of scenario.

I had pretty well decided to relax and accept the adventure and opportunities this weekend provided by the time I reached the exit towards the camp. I was somewhat amused as I noticed that my simmering level of arousal increased the closer that I got to the camp. By the time I was punching in the code that Jim had given me to open the large imposing gate into the camp, it had almost reached a boil.

"OK Kim, here we go, let's have some fun," I said to myself as I drove into the camp itself.

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