I noticed that when I published a couple of stories, I received a little more reader response to a couple of scenes. Basically, they were scenes when the women found themselves pressed together closely, for only a moment.
Here's one example from my story Hunter's Moon:
Half an hour later, the two young women were downstairs in the storage area. It was dark and more than a little dusty as Evelyn and Diane worked steadily, moving the old books to the tall shelves. They had to work in narrow aisles, and push a ladder along to shelve the books.
The two women talked casually about the town and the library. Soon they had exchanged the pertinent information about their lives. Evelyn found herself liking the tall, dark-haired woman. Diane was perhaps a bit less reserved than Evelyn, but Evelyn ascribed that to the Bohemian atmosphere of California. They were both of a type, somewhat quiet, and not given to demonstrating every feeling they had. New England types.
Then something unusual happened. Evelyn was in one aisle, reaching up to place a dusty volume on the shelf overhead. Diane came by with a book that needed to go further in. The space was perhaps twenty inches wide.
Diane murmured, “Excuse me a bit, Evelyn.” She then tried to squeeze by. She was facing Evelyn as she tried to slide by.
Evelyn said, “It’s really a tight squeeze in here…but I think we can manage.”
Their bodies touched as Diane moved inward. Diane’s breasts compressed against Evelyn’s, and their bellies touched and slid into each other. Their hips met as the material of their skirts rubbed together. The women smiled awkwardly at each other as they met in inadvertent intimacy. Evelyn felt slightly embarrassed at the touch of Diane’s breasts pushing and rubbing against hers. But it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Flickering shades of heat briefly pulsed through her upper body as Diane moved by. She almost gasped as the Diane’s thigh fell against her mound.
Evelyn looked up, just a quick glance. Their eyes met, and in the momentary eye contact, Evelyn thought she saw a hint of something other than embarrassment. She thought she glimpsed a bit of … desire.
So, my question for the ladies is this: have you ever found yourself inadvertently pressed very close to another woman? If so, what did you think? Aroused? Or just a flash of embarrassment and shrugged it of.
For the guys, do you like scenes like this? Myself, I really do. Foreshadows of later in the story.
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