FICTION | EROTIC ROMANCE | EROTICA | SHORT STORY | LESBIAN | SLOW BURN

Nadia Pushes the Right Buttons

Sara lusted for the incredible woman she had been dancing with all night and desperately wanted a clue — the clue came in a sensual and erotic delivery.

This is the second part of a three-part erotic lesbian romance. It can be read as a standalone short story, or click to read the first part here.

Nervous, lustful, aroused and uncertain if this fun and sexy woman who I had been dancing with through the night was into women. I needed a clue. Nadia’s clue arrived and wasn’t so subtle.

Later in the evening, the bar DJ dropped the song “Buttons,” prompting Nadia to put on her best playful, sultry look, which made me laugh. I then gave her my best version of that look right back.

Nadia continued with her performance, dancing seductively and then lightly running a finger down my front, starting at the top of my chest, dropping slowly between my breasts, over my navel and stopping about an inch above my pussy, where she intentionally let it linger.

Her Buttons dance was fun. Her touch was sexually charged and sent a message. I had my clue.

Putting her hands on her head, Nadia strutted around me in a strip tease fashion. I was now very aroused yet simultaneously feeling anxious, but played along.

Nadia leaned her forehead in to meet mine and then grasped the back of my hip, pulling our bodies close. Nadia had positioned her left leg so that it snuck between my legs — her upper thigh now was directly pressed against my pussy, which instantly responded to this attention.

My smile faded and I looked earnestly into Nadia’s eyes.

Nadia swayed to the song, guiding my body. I continued searching her eyes for something, unsure what to do. I had hidden the fact I was a lesbian for so long — too long.

I froze, caught between a well-aged fear and a burning sexual desire that had been held hostage for years. I had dreamt of a moment such as this. Yet, as it arrived, I was unable to connect the internal dots and respond. So I stood, frozen.

In those seconds that I stood frozen, I was taken back in time to a similar moment during my freshman year of college. I had not yet experienced much of the world beyond the small Illinois town where I grew up. I had been raised in a family, and among people, who simply didn’t accept gay people. I hid my attraction to females for many years.

Graduating and heading to Chicago to attend a college program was supposed to be my great escape. My worries continued, however, after realizing a few other students from my town attended the same school.

I faced these fears head-on at a freshman party when a student named Amie hit on me, flirting on the dance floor, pressing her body against mine. The party was in the dark basement of a house off campus. The place was packed and the lights were dim, and we were both drunk, and I didn’t resist.

We both were wearing short skirts, trying to look our hottest. The music played and the crowd danced. Amie’s leg was grinding on my pussy and I was melting right there in front of everyone.

It was the first time I had been touched by another woman in this way. I was 18 at the time. I didn’t know quite what to do. She had aroused me but I was too afraid to reciprocate.

She turned to me and said, “You’re not out yet, are you?”

I’m not sure I really knew at the time what she was asking. I just shook my head no. She said, “Then wait two minutes, go outside, turn right on the sidewalk. I’ll meet you there.”

I was grateful to have a moment to gather my thoughts. I had frozen — just as I did with Nadia. I waited two minutes, left the party, looked right … but turned left and walked quickly back to my dorm. I was too scared.

I saw Amie around campus every now and then and managed to avoid her.

Nadia must have sensed my anxiety. She leaned against the side of my head and said, “It’s OK Sara. I’m not going to hurt you. I’ll not do anything that you don’t want me to do. If it’s too much and you need for me to walk away, I will.”

I didn’t respond quickly enough.

Nadia released her hand from my waist and whispered, “I’m sorry” as she started to back away. I grabbed her hand before she could leave and pulled her close.

“No, don’t go.”

I paused, forced myself to not cry, and mouthed the word “Please?”

Nadia wrapped her fingers tightly around my hand. She spoke softly but firmly into my ear.

“Hey, listen, it’s OK. Whatever is going on, it’ll be OK. I promise.

She stepped back to give me a reassuring and funny smile.

“I won’t go. I don’t want to go. But I also don’t want to cause you stress and I sense that I am. So, let me know what you need, when you feel you can tell me. OK?”

I found some inner strength, angry that I had crumbled at such a sensitive moment.

“You’re not stressing me out. Really, you are fun, caring and beautiful. And I’ll find the words. You just caught me off guard. That’s it.”

She smiled. “Well then. I think we need to resume the fun. The night is not over yet. We need to dance and drink a bit longer. Whadya say?”

Feeling relieved, I sighed and shook my head yes, laughing with Nadia. She couldn’t see the tear in my eye. We held hands and allowed a long look into each other’s eyes go undisturbed.

“Now, I think we need to go get another shot,” Nadia said, pulling me toward the bar.

I felt more at ease as the shock of the moment had passed. A mixed emotion fueled by arousal and embarrassment, however, remained.

The round of drinks arrived. Nadia lifted her shot glass and offered a toast, “To you, Sara, may you find the key to overcoming life’s obstacles!”

I smiled, and returned a toast: “To you, Nadia, for being a key.”

A little before midnight, Nadia stopped dancing and turned to me.

“I’m going to head back to my apartment soon, Sara. I’m hoping that we can exchange numbers and catch up sometime soon?”

“You’re leaving?” I asked, somewhat alarmed. I had hoped to better explain my awkward reaction earlier.

“Yeah, I’m on my own tonight and don’t want to get too drunk and have to find my way home safely later. I’d rather leave now, change into some comfy clothes and have a nightcap at the apartment.”

“Oh, right, that sounds great,” I said. “I was hoping to talk with you more tonight … to explain … you know … but yeah, let’s exchange numbers … that’s good.”

Nadia laughed. “Sarah! Why don’t you just come to my apartment with me? We can talk there and then you can stay the night …

“On my couch!” she added, laughing. “Look, it’s no secret that I’m attracted to you. I think I made that pretty obvious? But, I really like you and I’d love to talk more tonight. Even if nothing more happens, OK?

“I’d really like that, Nadia.”

It took less than 10 minutes for the Uber to arrive at Nadia’s small one-bedroom apartment.

“Please make yourself at home. I’ll get something more comfortable for you to wear.”

The apartment was clean and cozy. I found a spot on the couch. Nadia returned wearing a nightshirt and handed me one.

“Would you like a glass of wine or something?”

“Uh, I think I’ve had enough tonight, considering the shots,” I said, laughing. “How’s water?”

Nadia ducked into her kitchen and I decided to quickly change into the clothes she brought out. I removed my blouse and put the nightshirt on. I had just put it on when I heard Nadia give a sexy whistle.

Laughing, I said, “Oh stop. This doesn’t cover much though. I know what’s on your mind.”

“Sorry,” Nadia said, taking full advantage of the moment to check out my body. “I can go grab another, but to be honest, I much prefer you in this!

You may as well know now that I can be a little pervy at times.”

She smiled at me, putting my water glass down on an end table.

“Well, then, if it feeds your pervy side, I’ll definitely wear this,” I said slyly, returning her smile. “It’s the least I can do to repay you for your kindness, patience and the incredible strip dance!”

We both laughed.

I sat on the couch and Nadia took a seat across from me. I was aroused — heck, I had been aroused for the last couple of hours. I was feeling more confident and ready to talk.

“Listen, I don’t want to talk your ear off, Nadia, but I’d like to explain something. It’s important to me. And, I really like you. I had so much fun with you tonight. And trust me, your dance … the way you touched me … I am very turned on and truly want to jump on you. But, I’ll feel better sharing this first though.”

“Sara, if it’s important to you, then it’s just as important to me. I want to hear this and I’ll talk all night with you if that’s what it takes.”

I blushed at this and felt very safe and welcome in her home.

We talked for more than an hour. I told her my story … about my youth, hiding my true self, and feeling scared. We laughed and cried together. Through it all, she listened. She held my hand, we hugged and by the end we had switched to wine.

I felt so close to Nadia at that moment — attracted to her as a caring and sensitive woman, while also attracted to her physically and sexually.

Remembering that I was only wearing panties under the nightshirt, I slightly spread a leg to the side, giving Nadia a clear view between my legs, smiled slyly and took a sip of wine.

“My dear, after all of that, you mean to tell me that you still have enough energy to try and seduce me?” she snickered, also taking a sip of wine.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman so much as I want you right now,” I said in a serious tone.

Nadia set her wine glass on a table and climbed onto the couch across from me where she pulled off her nightshirt and let me eye her nearly-naked body.

Feeling bold, I sat up, pulled off my nightshirt and moved close to Nadia. Face to face, I placed my hand behind her neck and gently pulled her mouth to mine.

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