Cheekygirl-first encounters
80Cheeky Girl - I'm just drawn this way!
(This Hub article, which is also my first ever hub - is currently the subject of a forthcoming book about Cheeky Girl)
The moment my heart saw her, I stopped and stared at her. I was a woman looking across a room at another woman, feeling as though I had been struck by lightning. Her hair was shoulder length short and dark, her skin a deep olive brown, and her eyes a warm and inviting brown. She looked at me and smiled. I was just helpless looking at her. Smitten is the word. I went over to her and struck up a polite conversation.
It was at an art gallery, crowded with money people. As a PA, I have to sometimes stand patiently with my boss and view art of all kinds. I once chatted to Ronnie Wood of the Rolling Stones. Nice man, switched on man. He gets those moments, or they get him, (being around women helps), a rush of something, and he just has to grab a brush and paint. Artists are deep people. And they love talking about art if you let them.
So mixing was essential, as they say in artistic circles. She was a young professional, in her early 20’s, and I was attracted to her. I have often been in the position when I was attracted to a woman, but the woman was not interested in me. C’est la vie. I am what some people call “straight-acting gay”. Although I am actually bi-sexual. But that’s the Americans for you. I hate that full-on, in-your-face gay thing. I have a rule; I don’t date men and women at the same time. I multi-task, but not that way. I have not been in that many relationships with girls, mostly older women, who seem happy to be with a young woman in her mid 20’s. Which I am. I am a young, fit, twenty something cheeky girl with prospects, who likes other girls. I am part Italian, so I am dark, and my cheeky and childish humour often warms a dreary day. And this day had been too dreary.
My new friend seemed to be really nice, and came from a big family. (Anything bigger than my family of me and my two grandparents was big.) She easily talked about herself, which was a novelty. She was well spoken, well travelled. She had nice manicured hands. I like that in a person. She was wearing a dress that was grey, and it fitted her trim waist perfectly, and a nice black top, which revealed enough of her bosom for me to know she was petite and packing! She wore dark full length stockings over her shapely legs. I told her I was raised by my grandparents, my parents died when I was young. I made humorous comments about art, she liked my cheeky sense of humour. We walked around and looked at art, liking and not liking. It was a gallery after all. Then disaster struck at a large forest scene with bathers chasing a big black dog, when she excused herself and went and joined a crowd of other women, and I was by myself. (Didn’t Winston Churchill say something once about a black dog?) H’mm, did I scare her off? My dropping the hint that I was Bisexual? Did she run off to look it up in a dictionary? A man was trying to chat me up, but he really wasn’t my type. And God, that mottled, creased tie just wasn’t working.
I had my second glass of wine, leaving the forest for a kitchen scene drenched in Hitchcockian drama, deciding that the art was a more worthy investment than the people viewing it. It was the mood I seemed to be falling into. Few people were buying here tonight.
My last girlfriend had been a married woman, a senior figure in a learning college, tall and athletic; she had been my friend and lover for almost a year. I had been a senior student. (Another qualification beckons.) I had caught her roving eye, and we had instantly clicked. Yes, I had a warm and good relationship with her, and we are still good friends. I still don’t know what her husband made out of our relationship, and two holidays together in Italy. I seem to find I go for older women! I wondered what was the name of the wine.
My evening in the gallery drew to a close, and the two artists were
applauded and thanked for their wonderful art, some of which I would definitely
want to add to my new apartment wall. The younger artist, a guy, was kind of
cute in a clueless innocent way. Minimalist figurative abstraction is a big
thing with me. Just as things were winding down, my lady friend appeared from
nowhere and asked would I like to join her party, and she hinted heavily that
she was interested in me. There was something about those large expressive
brown eyes that seemed keen and inviting and so friendly. So like a moth to a
flame, I consented, and finding myself in a large car with six loudly chatting
females, we made our way to a big bar nearby. I suspected she might be closet
gay, so I made sure my eye contact didn’t give anything away.But it wasn't easy.
It was a Thursday evening in Soho, in a city of possibilities. Inside we ordered drinks, and I took stock of the situation. This girl that I fancied was part Asian, and lived close by. She became very friendly, (it was the wine, I’m sure of it now) and we got intimate in a general sitting-around-but-with-knees-almost-touching way. Curiously, we had the exact same iPhone. She made a big thing of that. She tended to repeat things a bit, and I must have been smiling because she went red suddenly and said “Am I repeating myself?” When I removed my jacket, and revealed arms that were tanned and slightly muscled, she picked up a bit! I work out. Oh really? Me too! Cool! I found she laughed easily and was very relaxed around me. Serious eye contact here. Her father was British Indian, her mother from Thailand. That explained her attractive features. The other women went off to the side bar to hang around and fish for any good men available, we remained in our cosy booth.
I told her the short version of the story of my life. Italy, Austria (my grandmother is Austrian), Uk, my schooling, losing my parents. Being an only child. She gave me a hug here, which was odd, but nice of her. She got points for that. She was soft-hearted. Mmmh, she smelled nice. I told her I worked for a Hedge Fund Manager. I didn’t tell her he was a millionaire. I told her I was a career woman. And very independent. I was telling her about my life being kind of full, yet somehow empty. How so, she asked, sipping her drink, watching me intently.
I suddenly found myself saying something I have never said before. Ever. I asked myself – why is it we get all this life, if we don’t ever use it?
Wow, talk about weird. She stared at me in wonder. I wanted to laugh, she looked so serious. We both laughed. But there was a moment there, something in her face, as she looked at me. I wanted to kiss her right there, right in the damn bar, but I didn’t. I think she sensed it. God, I was really into her. She was making a big deal about how good my arms looked. Yes, dear, they’re called triceps, and anyone could have them, its called exercise. I am a tennis freak, heck I even used to play girls fooball, which she found amusing. Why, I asked? Everyone loved women playing tennis. So why not football? A contact sport with females. What could be better? Swimming, she answered. You see more, you mean, I said. She flushed. It’s ok, I like that too, I continued, simply – filling the silence. We looked at each other.
I found her looking at my mouth and lips a lot. I crinkled them into a smile and she flushed again. That killed me. Her eyes just couldn’t lie. She liked that I was honest from the outset about being gay. She said it. She didn’t seem able to admit she was gay herself. I didn’t push her. There was no need. She cautiously mentioned some other girls she knew, in a roundabout way, some of whom she had snogged. I knew she was a closet lesbian, oh so curious, and wanted us to be even closer. God, she was so alive. So vital and sexy, if only she could see it. She wanted to explore things more. And safely. So did I. People with glass houses never throw stones.
A woman trusts a woman who is sure of things, and who is in control of things, in a sense. When someone is not sure how to proceed, and craves experience, guidance is what counts. I found in this new relationship (which is still on-going) my surprise to find that for the first time, I was now being the older woman, though not by much! I work as a personal assistant to a wealthy businessman, a perfect gentleman, a rare thing in the corporate world. I have money, a business degree, my own home, a car, a future. By the end of this slow warm Soho evening, I was about to have a new Girlfriend.
We went back to my apartment, had coffees (mine was decaffeinated), then a quick tour of the two bedroom apartment; study, TV room with (Gasp!) a library, kitchen, (Hey, you have a fruit blender! Cool!) and of course my bedroom, with its crazy design features, (Hey, that’s crazy! Who did this? A designer. Amazing. Blah blah, whatever) and up steps and through a door onto a roof deck with its stunning view of late night London. Aaah, London. It was warm, it was late, we were alone. The city was going into slumber mode.
We looked at each other, both wanting the same thing, each sensing the urgency in the other. We had our first kiss. It was just natural, like that.If a kiss isn’t right, the other things that come later are irrelevant. That is my belief. I won’t bore or explain too much, but she was wonderful. Her longer hair than mine flowed around her oval aquiline face, her eyelids fluttered in the heat of the moment. Her moan was soft yet surprised, and joyous. I put on some Tom Waits, and we chatted and held each other. Her waist was tiny, arms a bit delicate. We held each other in ways that make exploring easy and a joy. Hands moved over bodies through our clothes. My belly tingled with sensations. She was mannered and intelligent, two qualities that will get a good woman many things in life. I was being secretly judgemental both close up and from afar. She was my type, same height, relatively fit, and less nervous than earlier. She was a coming out chick. Like me, she wasn’t into drugs, but drank a bit. She cradled her coffee cup like a precious animal.
She volunteered that she had never spent the night with a woman before. We were talking about girlfriends now. I understood. She was sifting through my cd collection, fingering the ones she liked, and looking at the 42 inch flat Samsung monster TV on the wall that took two men to fix up there. We sat together and looked at each other for a long time, she was holding my album of Florence and the Machine. She took in my appearance. She seemed to be deciding something with herself. Nerves again. Damn that closet. Something was coming; I could see her close to what seemed like tears. It is the look of a girl on the verge of coming out. She asked me – oh so slowly - if she could spend the night with me. Inside my heart, I was dancing. A warm glow ran through my body. Her name was Cathy. Her warm brown eyes were pleading me. She was divine. She had guts, I’ll give her that. I took her trembling hand and gave it a squeeze. I asked her what she would like for breakfast. Her brilliant smile melted my heart. We kissed again. God, those sensual lips. Her dazzling sweet smile. Far off in the distance I thought I heard a riff from a song by Florence and the Machine.
Dear Heaven, I wondered. Could this be Love?
(c) Copyright 2009 Cheeky Girl. Art and text (c) Copyright Cheeky Girl
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HyCheekygirl,
What an interesting hub here. You are new. I browse around here, but this is so unusual, very different.Is there more? What happens next? I want to know. Does this develope? If so, keep it up, girl. And you write fo well. Thanks for the interesting take on a woman coming out. XX
Hi Cheeky Girl, I'm with Motherload, you write really well. :) You mentioned about people valuing something and you couldn't pinpoint what it is. That made me reflect. I believe it is about speaking your truth that speaks of your confidence and acceptance of who you are that people would be drawn to. There's also the warmth and the humor too :) Thanks for commenting on my hubs and have fun writing on Hubpages. :)
That is quite a story you have there. Unusual to find a woman so willing to talk about this.
Nice blog. Lets see more of it. Cool way of meeting chick, she wouldnt date a guy/ dammit!
great work here - keep writing and sharing
Cheeky Girl I really like how you tell a story. I could almost envision everything you were saying as if I was there watching. This is a great story. I see there are two things that we both like.. Cars AND Beautiful women... =)
Can't wait for part 2.... What happened the next morning?
this is very nice, very unusual and interesting. you write good. its a love story.
What a beautiful Hub - I am really glad that you have found love and happiness.
I wish you 'Many Years!' :)
You write a very interesting page. I admire your attitude. I was moved.
I love your writing, your eye for detail, and your ability to slip into tangents.
Ha ha... I meant it as a compliment, not scatter-brained. Sometimes in an intense situation, you can look at the person talking to you, listen to them, but pick out details, have opinions, and concurrently have a dialogue occuring in your head. In writing I think that is difficult to do seemlessly, while still keeping the audience on point... The ability to juggle that much is the opposite of scatter-brained.
well written. I like that you are not afraid to be you. very refreshing in this day and age
How to hell did I miss this lil masterpiece from my lil CG, jeeeez I was nearly in tears, the Captain loves a good old love story with a happy ending. Beautiful piece of writing my good friend !
very humorous
Hello CG, great write. Really followed it well. I am like the rest and want to know how it goes now. You must do a follow up. I have a very precious young one in my life that is gay. Writings like this really allow me to understand better. Thanks for being so open.....Will read more thanks.
What is it about love at first sight? It seems hard to believe until it happens. I'm glad that the lovely young lady that caught your eye was attracted to you as well. Lovely story.
I am riveted, on to the next one.
My, this is very unusual and intresting to read. You are interesting. I like to know more.
Really good, sorry I started out of order, thanks.
Hy Cass, so this is it? I like very much! This is what it's all about. Has Cathy read this yet? My God, I was so moved when I read the other 2 parts. Oh honey, you are amazing! The set up here looks rad, (you should put more referrals on end of pages and maybe it gets you points like on other similar sites?)
I checked your apartment site, looks good / TC ok? Ciao!
I am very impressed and intrigued by your openess and writing here. I will read more.
You write many good pages. You write with honesty. I like that you are free and able to speak of these things. I was moved by this. I will read more from you.
loved this, Cheeky! felt like watching a romantic movie :) well and honestly written. I'll be reading your series of encounter ;p
what a great, open, out there hub.
I could really relate, off to read the other two!
Very interesting insight into the lady who is Cheeky Girl - thanks for sharing a little of your life...
Hey Cheeky Girl, great hub. I can definitely relate. It is a beautiful thing. Women are much softer and kinder than men. I look forward to reading more.
Namaste.
great hub! Goosebumps found my skin near the end. Loved it.
This is just amazing. Really excellent. I clicked it because I thought it might be to do with sci-fi, but it's much better than spielberg, trust me. Will read the others.
Cheeky Girl, You said this is like a diary or book and that you were not sure which one yet. I have not read part 2 or 3 yet but I can say already that is has to be a book! So many people would love to read this. Your writing is so detailed and interesting. I enjoyed it the entire way through and I can't wait to read the next parts. Really awesome, I mean that! To read a love story of a first encounter is so special then to hear that it's a true story is even more appealing. Thank you so much so sharing!! Jess
Cassy, Please let me know when your book is available! That is going to be awesome and successful. I'm glad people inspired you to turn it into a book, it will be well worth it. That's so exciting! :-)
Also, Thank you for telling me about the poem Cathy wrote about you. I was expecting it to be good but it exceeded my expectations. It has to be one of the best poems I have ever read. I really mean that. Everyone should read it if they haven't yet. That was so sweet of her to write that about you, she cares about you so much and appreciates you greatly. That poem really came from the heart and it will be awesome for your book.
I'm truly impressed by you two. You are both so talented in many ways and have a story that all can appreciate plus hope for some day. You are both really good people and in today's world that is not always easy to find. I will definitely be one of your first customers when you finish your masterpiece! :-) Jess
Hi Jess, I just wrote a new poem in my hubs. They are slowly building up. Aw, that is so sweet, thank you Jess...wait till Cassy sees that. We have to get that darn book finished before Christmas. (laughing here now) That is so cool. :D)
Cheeky Girl, I love absolute honesty! Your writing transported me to that night... I love your writing style, which reminds me of The Bride Stripped Bare by Nikki Gemmell... I definitely think that you should write that book!
I know that I have come late to this Hub, but it is an amazing Hub and considering that it was your first ever Hub your writing ability has just taken my breath away.
People normally improve over time here on Hubpages but I don't know how you are going to achieve that as you have set the bench mark very high with this Hub.
I am off now to read the next encounter hub, one of the happy consequences of coming late to a Hub I don’t have to wait for the next instalment.
Having read all three of your Encounter Hubs and all the comments associated with them I am not at all surprised.
it is very sexy to hear about two women.my father doesn't think two people can't love one another. i thinks he is wrong.
...well every hub encounter with you just enriches my life a little bit more ........
Spellbinding...You describe love beautifully "that compelling attraction and fascination for that special person" is the same for every human being. Although every individual is so unique, it is interesting that the experience of love is so universal. Thank you for your riveting read.
this was wonderful to read! I loved the details and...just an amazing hub! I enjoyed it very much!
I am looking forward to the new serialized chapters of the book this weekend. I'm so happy. :)
I respect you Cheeky-Girl
or shall I say Cassy
I too have a strict Rule being Bi-Sexual.
When Im with a woman there is no one else
when Im with a man there is no one else.
it's still cheating.
Lots of gays and lesbians frown on us bisexuals.
but shall we be deemed because we appreciate beauty that comes in all forms?
Wonderful work Cassy--
Wonderful!
-Nika
I can't believe this has been here for a year now !! wow!! this is sooo good.. I relate to the story well. This writing of yours is mighty wonderful. Very strong I just loved to be pulled in and right the when reading like right there..lol and the whole straight acting gay lol..that was funny it bring back to a memory for me from when i was young young lol.. and walking around looking at art...that sound romantic ;) i love this you know i am reading the rest, great hub happy i found you
Very, very cool.
K9
You have such a fantastic writing style. Thank you for posting this, I really enjoyed it.
Cassy, I am so glad that Cathy shared this on FB. I absolutely love your writing style and am so glad I was taken back to your very first hub. It is awesome. So open and engaging. It kept me reading quickly, wanting more, and kinda sad that the hub had to end.
Sharyn
this was absolutely wonderful and written so very well. You captivated me (the reader) from the beginning to end as if I was watching this unfold on the big screen.
......well you will always be my number one cheeky girl - 'cos you're so adorable and talented and such a wonderful writer too - I have been surfing over some of your older hub posts just now as you can see and here I am back at the beginning - and what a journey it's been for you here at the Hub - what a legacy - I will post this lovely story as only you can tell it - madly and gladly - to my Facebook page with a direct link back here - great writing is great writing and that's why I had to do it - sending you best wishes and good energy as always - lake erie time ontario canada 6:20pm
I've followed the link on Epi's page to this hub. Your style of writing is captivating and the story is intriguing. I do believe humans are bisexual; we simply develop and stagnate in accordance with our indoctrinated inhibitions and preferences. And, of course, availability. Confined in a cluster for women I will certainly go gay in a day. Voted up and awesome :)
love this story! actually I found this on facebook and knew it was your pretty face! great work and keep moving forward!!! can't wait for the book now!!
Oh, what a delightful, fresh, fascinating read! Love it! You are such a great storyteller, I feel like I re-lived the whole story by myself, amazing expressive writing! I am a fan =) Will go and read the continuation of this captivating story and others as well!
Wow, I am glad Cathy recommended your hubs. This was such an interesting story, I couldn't stop reading it! I can't wait until the story is finished so I can buy the book. I look forward to reading the rest of your hubs.














































Cheeky Girl Hub Author 2 years ago
Foot note fromCheeky Girl...
This hub is my sort of diary, or maybe a book, I don’t know. I have always known how to write. Writers are born, not made, or so they say. But what about Lovers? And what of writing about love, and this kind of love? It’s scary when you do a thing for the first time. There is always a danger of failing, and yet we risk failure, and try all the same. It’s scary doing something new and different for the first time. Like coming out, or falling in love with someone, and taking risks. So I wrote this for Cathy. The Angel in my life. And all the Coming-out Girls and Cathy’s of this great world.
Don’t be afraid of who you are. And please don’t repress those feelings. Feelings are beautiful things, to be cherished. Love is love, in any life.
Feel free to rate this new hub. Thankyou!