A Woman's Love: Lesbian Romance Collection

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

“At the Coffin Cheater’s clubhouse. I was only going out with Animal for a few weeks before dad stepped in and did his thing, but at this party the guys put up money for me to kiss this straight girl who’d been invited to the party.”

“Sounds like a plan.”

“To be honest it’s one of those things I’m not proud of. One of the things the guys would do if they wanted to see if you had the potential to be a nominee was to give the guy a tongue kiss. If he flinched then he couldn’t be one of them, but if he reciprocated then he had potential. This girl was hanging around, much like I was at the time and the guys wanted to see how she’d respond, so I was roped in to kiss her. In hindsight I can see they were also testing me out as well.”

“Or maybe they just wanted a laugh or a quick turn on,” I grinned, “so, why does it make you feel bad?”

“Because it was designed to humiliate her, she freaked out, the guys laughed and she left shortly afterwards but I felt sorry for her. Linda was a sweet girl, so maybe I did the right thing now I think about it. I was young and stupid, and trying to fit in with the bikie scene.”

“I’ve got no intention of fitting in with the bikie scene,” I winced, “some of the club members have started bringing their girlfriends to me for their club tattoo, property of and then the name of the club. I always feel weird doing those tatts. Muzza calls it the slave tattoo because once she’s got the tatt there’s only one way it comes off and that’s with a razor blade.”

“Do they still do that?”

“You never hear of it because the women are too scared some pissed off patch member will take a razor to some other part of their anatomy. I’ve had invites to club parties but I’m always too busy to attend.”

“I have had the occasional offer from patch members to do their books,” she smiled, “but I always say my books are either too full or if they’re really insistent I multiply my highest quote by ten. It usually puts them off,” she fluffed out hair, “so, you staying for dinner or not?”

“Sure, I’ll phone my nanna just to let her know I won’t be home for dinner.”

It wasn’t the dinner invitation, it was more her whole outlook that night that told me she was starting to warm to me. The dinner was a quick stir fry, chicken with a korma sauce, steamed rice and vegetables, washed down with red wine. She talked quite a lot, mainly about herself, which I appreciated because she had a lot of information about me and I had none about her.

She had two sisters, Roberta and Carla.

“Roberta’s two years older than me. She’s just gone through a divorce settlement last year, she’s a sergeant with Dandenong C.I.B and has two kids, Daniel and Elena. Carla is two years younger and a lawyer, she handles criminal cases so it makes for interesting conversations at family get togethers.”

“So your parents have a copper, a lawyer, and an accountant to carry on the family name.”

“Something like that. Carla was living with her boyfriend for two years but they broke up when they got engaged, she’s got one on the way to some guy she had a one night stand with. She’ll be ready to drop in two months so she’s looking forward to her maternity leave and I’m looking forward to being an aunty for the third time. I love kids.”

Which begged the question. Why didn’t she have kids?

“Colin and I were okay at first, I mean we certainly connected on an intellectual level but sexually it just wasn’t happening. He would freeze up and say he wasn’t in the mood and in the end the only time I got satisfaction was on my own with a dildo or a vibrator. Towards the end we did try to resurrect our dead s*x life with toys but I could see it wasn’t happening and then he came out and said he’d found someone else. I thought it was some woman at work but it turned out to be a man instead,” she managed a crooked smile.

“Which was a relief to discover that it wasn’t all my fault.”

But since then? She’d kept to herself. Scott was an old school friend who’d lived and worked in Britain and Europe for years before returning to his roots.

“He came in the back door as Colin was leaving by the front door. We went out a few times and then he went over to W.A for six months, came back and moved in with me.”

“But you and Scott are just friends?”

“Oh there’s people out there say he and I could be together and I get that. We’re the best of friends but you know what they say about f*****g your friends.”

“Sometimes it makes it better.”

“I know but it’s not a path I want to go down. Scott is my oldest friend. I had my first joint with Scott behind the shelter sheds at Ferntree Gully High. He was my date to the end of year dance in Year Twelve when my actual date dumped me for his ex. With Scott I’d gain a partner but lose a friend and as much as people might wish it on me, I just can’t magic up romantic feelings for him. He’s with Kerry now. She’s got three kids and needs to spend time with them but when they go to their father she gets Scott time.”

Nevertheless, Jodie had been sexually active since Colin moved in although they tended to be a series of brief affairs.

“I attract younger men and repel older men, which pisses me off because I like the older men.”

She stared out the window at her dog, who’d just gotten up to drink some water.

“I like older men and younger women, now there’s a bloody contradiction,” she looked at me and smiled slyly, “not that I’ve been with a woman yet but I do look at younger women. There’s a nice little blonde woman at my gym now, I check her out whenever I’m there but so far she hasn’t given out any signals and I’m not about to make an approach.”

It all made sense on the surface but it didn’t mean she had her eye on me, or so I thought until I farewelled her at the front door. I remember a fire truck had just gone screaming along the road because we both turned at the same time even though the bushfire season was months away. I turned back a moment or two later and she leaned over and kissed me on the lips.

“I’ll see you Thursday,” she took a half step back and smiled.

“No worries,” I touched my lips and she managed a crooked smile.

“You’ll never wash that spot again.”

“Ha ha,” I replied and then she stepped forward again and grabbing my jacket, fastened the zipper and zipped it closed while I watched.

“Stay safe on the road tonight and thank you for today, we’ll do it all again soon.”

As I touched my lips that night in bed I smiled as I recalled her comment that night. Okay, so she kissed me but didn’t take it further. So where did I go from here?

She sent me a good morning text on the Monday and signed it with a kiss. I replied with my good morning, also signed with a kiss but there were no other texts that day. The next morning there was no good morning text and I composed one but deleted it without sending it and went to work. If it’s one thing I love about work it’s being able to shut the world out and just focus on work. In my line of work you can’t afford distractions when a client is lying on a bench. There were no texts on Wednesday either but on Thursday morning I got a text from Jodie.

Jodie: We still lunching today?”

Kelly: Sure, no worries. What time?

Jodie: About 12:30.

Kelly: 12:30 is fine, see you here?

Jodie: Looking forward to it. xxx.

Which made me laugh out loud, okay, so I got three kisses today. The sky was blue I could smell freshly cut grass in the air and life was good.

Jodie knows how to make an entrance, it’s one of those things she does best. Men look at her and want to be with her or in her. She has a hunger about her that needs to be filled and if you’ve got a pulse you’ll find yourself hoping you’re on her menu.

She was wearing a red blouse with loose billowing sleeves fastened with French cuffs tucked into a black satin pencil skirt, a necklace of black beads hung down to her breasts. Muzza was sitting reading Live To Ride while one of his mates was being tattooed and his eyes never left her front as I sidled around the counter and collected my handbag.

“Hiya, Muzza,” she raised a hand and smiled, “how’s the chest?”

“It’s fine,” he pulled at his beard, “why? You wanna take a look?”

“Sure,” she reached me and Muzza lifted his tee shirt to show a magnificent beer belly that has taken years to create and she peered at the tattoo.

“Great work, I’d show you mine but I might get arrested,” she slipped a hand into the crook of my arm, “come on, let’s do lunch.”

The last time we’d had lunch had been last week and we sat in her car with chicken and chips, but this time she headed on down the road and I thought we’d just grab something from the Indian take out or maybe more chicken and chips but instead we hopped into her car and she drove me down the road to the local R.S.L club.

“If I’d known we were going here I’d have put on some better clothes.”

“Sorry, I should have warned you but you are a tattooist, it’s not like you can turn up in a three piece suit is it? You want to go someplace else?”

“No, here is fine, I know them all anyway.”

It’s not as posh as the bigger R.S.L clubs but it has a nice atmosphere, there were kids playing on the tank outside and a rather frazzled looking mother trying to supervise them and text at the same time. We sat down at a table and she folded her arms and leaned on it.

“My shout.”

One of my more attractive features, apart from my breasts and long legs is the fact that I’m a cheap shout and seeing as I had to work in the afternoon I didn’t even have a beer. I had the fish and chips, she had the most expensive meal on the menu, I know because I’d mentally checked that one off.

“So, what are your plans for the weekend?”

“I was contemplating the Great Bookie Robbery Part two but if you’ve got a better idea?”

“My parents are throwing a barbecue to celebrate Carla’s birthday, so far no one’s met this mystery man of hers yet. It’s an informal thing, I’m planning on staying until seven but after that we’ll go back to my house.”

She had the fork at her mouth and caught the look on my face.

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

“You want me to meet your family? Do they know anything about me?”

“Of course they do, it’s what I was about to say next,” she put the food in her mouth and chewed slowly, leaving me to wonder what was coming next.

“I was thinking about you all week,” she finally went on.

I thought of the kiss but said nothing.