Fiction | Erotic Romance | Erotica | Short Story | Lesbian | Slow Burn

From the Bite of a Tequila Shot to Thoughts of Nadia

Forced to hide her attraction to women in her youth, Sara struggles to find love and an outlet for her sexual desires in this slow burn erotic romance.

I had dreamt and fantasized for more than a decade about a moment such as this: a beautiful woman seducing me, dancing for me, arousing my sexual desire, touching me tenderly, wanting me. Yet, I froze with fear.

I never was the adventurous, outgoing extraverted girl at the center of everything and leading the pack. You’d always find me traveling the safe and reliable path in life, avoiding risks and any possibility of trouble.

My sexual cravings had been fierce ever since discovering how to rub my clit to orgasm at a young age. Yet, I graduated from the university a year ago having only had sexual contact with another person twice.

Mostly, I was afraid of coming out or being outed. I had known since my early teens that I was gay. When I masturbated (and that was often), I fantasized about women.

In the small Illinois town where I grew up, gay people just weren’t accepted and mention of LGBTQ+ might have gotten you beat up. When I was 12, an older boy in my high school was badly beaten by a group of locals after learning he had a boyfriend in a nearby town. It was terrifying. I was afraid to tell anyone, especially my parents, that I was a lesbian.

So, I played the shy, quiet girl through high school and avoided being cool enough to get asked out by the guys. I focused on schoolwork, determined to escape to a Chicago university and never return. To me, the city represented freedom — identity freedom, and sexual freedom.

Or, so I thought.

Unfortunately, a few of my fellow students enrolled at the same university, and that scared me off of my original plan. What if one of them saw me in an intimate moment with another female? What would happen? I couldn’t bring myself to rise above this emotional hurdle.

There were, of course, other lesbians at the university and I sensed some of them could tell after meeting me. I rebuffed the attempts to get closer to me, knowing I would not follow through in the end. So, why bother?

And I was successful until my senior year. Amie. She became my first.

I remember every detail of that first night … the party in the dark basement … dancing, drinking … our short skirts … she so boldly pressed her body into me, grinding with the beat of the music … reaching back and brushing my bare leg with her hand … how badly I wanted to kiss her, to taste her …

But, that’s a story to share in detail later …

I moved to the outskirts of Chicago after graduating about a year ago, renting a small apartment not far from my new job. The years of hiding had taken a toll and the thought of coming out caused anxiety. So, I also found a therapist.

However, life can be funny and sometimes it has a way of taking you to places you can’t quite get to on your own.

And, in my case, life used Tina to get me to that place (we’re getting to it). Tina was among a few new friends I had made after moving in. Tina had asked if I wanted to head into the city for a girls night out. I agreed, mostly wanting to make an effort to be somewhat sociable.

We exited the train in a bustling neighborhood, offering bars, coffee shops, art galleries and eateries. The Freak Out Bar was a short walk from the station and the packed crowd inside could be heard the entire way.

I soon held a glass of chilled white wine near the bar. Tina spotted a man she knew and winked as she went to him. The other two women, who I didn’t know so well, headed toward the throng of people dancing in front of the DJ booth.

Now alone, I gulped the rest of my wine and turned to the bar to order another. The DJ must have felt my situation as she started a mashup featuring one of my favorite bar songs, Feel this Moment. I half-danced in place while I waited for my drink.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and heard a voice behind me — “Hi there!”

I turned and it wasn’t Tina or the others. I didn’t know the friendly face in front of me but said “Hi — how are you?” Maybe too formal but I wasn’t very good at the social thing.

“I’m Nadia and I’m unfortunately alone,” she laughed.

“I’m Sara … and I’ve been abandoned, so I’m alone, too.”

“I noticed you’re dancing to my favorite song — and I don’t want to have to dance to it alone — so, C’mon, let’s dance!”

Nadia seemed friendly, fun and flashed a contagious smile. She was about my age and, very pretty with a blond bob hairstyle. My hair was an auburn brownish red color that I tended to let grow to my shoulders. I always loved blond women, though.

Nadia didn’t give off any odd vibes, so when she grabbed my hand to head out to the dance floor, I smiled and went with her.

I followed Nadia into the crowd as she danced her way into a small group who clearly was enjoying the song as much as we were. I immediately noticed that Nadia was a skilled dancer — and I … well, I did my best. Watching her let loose and have fun was a thrill. Nadia had endless energy and stuck close to Sara on the floor.

As the song ended, I told Nadia I was going to go grab the drink I had ordered. The bartender spotted me and brought my glass. Nadia saw my wine and said, “Well, don’t judge me.” She turned to the bartender and ordered, “tequila shot and a Miller Lite draft, please.”

“Shots?!” I said with a smile.

“Yep. I’m having fun tonight. I don’t go out all the time but when I do, I really like to let loose. Fortunately, or unfortunately, a couple shots of tequila help me get there.”

Wow, that’s what I needed. I wished I could let loose like Nadia. I really envied her freedom and joy in that moment.

“Wait!,” I said loudly in the direction of the bartender.

“I’ll have a tequila shot and draft, too,” I said, almost defiantly.

“All righhhhhhht,” Nadia said with a thrilled look. She gave me a hug and then fist bumped me.

We raised our shot glasses to each other.

“To loosening up and discovering life,” I said, realizing as the words left my mouth that they were rather deep for the moment.

“To new friends,” Nadia toasted in reply.

We downed the shots, shook off the taste and took a swig of the beer. Then we laughed.

Nadia grabbed my hand and we bounced back to the dance floor.

I had a blast that night, dancing and laughing with Nadia. I couldn’t remember a time when I had so much fun.

It occurred to me that I was actually with another woman in a public place and hadn’t panicked.

Nadia was very attractive and I had stolen more than a few glances at her body on the dance floor, hoping she wouldn’t catch me.

I felt the burn of desire as I watched Nadia dance, her short skirt rising up her thighs with each bounce and dip. I smiled and laughed but underneath I felt like a hungry dog, drueling at the prospect of having food to satisfy my starvation. I was starving and I wanted to eat.

I didn’t know yet if Nadia was interested in women and hoped she might offer a clue soon. And just as I thought it, the clue came.

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