Date: Sat, 12 Jan 2013 23:59:27 -0500 (EST)
From: Violet295@aol.com
Subject: Marie, my only love  Part 1

I first met Marie in a casual encounter. We attended a Friday afternoon get
together at a mutual friends home. There were maybe sixty people there, I
am not out publicly so the crowd was mixed and I flirted with all comers.
Marie arrived socially late, in a short plaid skirt and sweater, cut low
across her ample breast. To say I noticed her walk in would be an
understatement. My breath became shallow and I wanted so desperately to
meet her and hoped against hope that she might have lesbian inclinations.
I was willing to settle for a novice, as she was breathtaking in all ways.
    I tried in vain to maintain my  cool an observed her making rounds with
the guys and some women as she found a  drink and settled in to the party.
I was engaged in conversation with a pod of  folks but my attention was
following Marie through out the room.he had grace, a  killer smile which she
used without thought and her legs were the nicest I had  ever seen. I am not
partial to moles and beauty marks and Marie sported none to  the visible eye.
I was quite frankly in love at first sight. As I kept my  attention focused
on her, she occasionally would make quick eye contact with me,  I mean she
had to as I was virtually staring at her the entire time. I would  glance
away in embarrassment but she never seemed to mind. The evening wore on  and I
found myself unable to detach from the group I was in and make my way
toward her. The fear of disappointment lingered in my mind, I had just been
dumped by a woman I adored but the feeling was obviously not mutual as I came
home sick one afternoon and found her in our bed with another woman.
I did not argue I did not fight, I just told her to  pack up and leave.
    Several months had passed and  the emotional wear and tear were
gradually wearing off, so I found myself ready  and more than willing to meet Marie
and see what happens.
I studied Marie from afar and realized she was a true  fem, my kind of
woman, perhaps she was straight but I was thinking I could turn  her if need be.
Either way, she had my libido up and I knew if I did not get to  know her
at least she would be in my dreams tonight .Rarely had I seen such a
breathtaking individual.
I decided to give my fantasies a break and engage in  the conversation at
hand. The topic was politics, not one of my favorites but I  can state my
opinion in no uncertain term. UI was deep in argument over the past  election
when I felt a presence in our circle of conversation.
    Marie was right by my side and  I felt weak in the knees. Her scent was
so appropriate for her and delicate but  ever present. I kept up my end of
the conversation as if she were not there, the  whole time wishing I could
thwart society and just turn and give her a deep  kiss. Marie hung in there
and worked her way into the conversation slowly but  surely as if she desired
to be there. I was so aware of her, my breath got  shallow and labored. She
eventually took  center stage in the conversation  and I found myself just
absorbing each word. Once in her passion to express  herself, her arm
brushed mine and I almost fainted. I had to get a grip on my  emotions.
Did you ever find the woman in your dreams that would  fade away when you
awoke but try as you might you could not recreate her? Marie  was that woman
and she did not fade away, she only brought excitement to my  dreams.
    I try not to be crude, because  I am a lady but I have to confess that
Marie had me racing and wanting nothing  more than to kiss her. I think one
touch of our lips would lead to an orgasm.  Marie continued to speak and
pour out her opinions and all I could hear was her  voice, like a siren singing
me to submission. Fate was on my side, all the group  was tire ring of the
subject matter and in need of a drink refreshment, so the  pod broke up of
its own accord, leaving Marie and myself alone for the first  time. I never
felt more awkward as an adult in my life. I suppose I was in love  and unable
to express it for fear of rejection.
Marie turned to me with no agenda and introduced  herself, she took my hand
and held it in a handshake for a beat too long. I felt  electricity in our
connection.So close to her, the breast, the legs and the  scent almost
overwhelmed me, but I managed to give her my name and not pass  out.
"shall we get some fresh air?" She asked, waving her  arm toward the
patio.Need you ask, I followed her out.

   Marie was all charm,  her demeanor was as polished as her looks. I
suppose in retrospect she knew  exactly how infatuated I was with her but at the
time, I only felt awkward and  out of place. Try as I might, I kept sneaking
peeks at her breast, I  am a big breast woman, I have always been that way.
I think one time I actually  noticed her nipples making an appearance in
her seater but was too afraid  to assure myself for fear of looking like a
predictor have to admit, I am easy  when there is a glamorous woman at hand .I
have never understood the whole butch  thing, to me a woman is meant to be
soft and gentle and also as lovely as  possible.Not that I disapprove,
relationships are far and few between and if  that is your thing, I am happy for
you. For me however, give me a well dressed,  made up, well scented feminine
woman every time. Before me stood the epitome of  the perfect feminine
woman, I was nearly helpless in her presence.
Outside we felt the cool night air open out senses and  refresh our minds,
the cigarette smoke inside and the closeness was  overwhelming. I found
myself drifting toward the railing that overlooked the  valley below. Marie came
and leaned on the rail beside me. I was beginning to  settle down inside
and since we were alone, I felt a bit more confident. Marie  was quite close
to me now and she a actually moved a couple inches closer before  she spoke.
"I noticed you staring at me before"
I was stunned and speechless, the ball was in my court  and I was reluctant
to take it.
"I was just surprised to see you, I mean the crowd here  is so normal you
just came in and added so much class to the room." The words  just tumbled
out, I had no control of them.
Marie smiled, seemingly content with my  answer.
Struggling to recover I blurted out," I mean women of  your stature are
rarely at a party like this."
Crap what had I said, I am in too deep,I have blown  it.
Marie threw her head back and let out a peel of  laughter, "Oh my god, you
are smitten!" She chucked for a moment before adding,  "I was looking across
the room and wondering how to meet you, You are so sexy I  was wondering if
I would out myself by running after  you."