Robin was lost in thought as she rode the Clark St. bus on her way to her
job as a junior trader at the Board of Trade in downtown Chicago.
Even in college she had just a handful of good friends, with no boy friends
at all. Robin worried about her seeming total disinterest in men, and often
wondered if she were maybe gay. In college, although she never showed it,
she was always more interested in being with the girls. Her friend Joan had
always kidded her that she was sexually repressed and just needed a good
lay. Robin just would laugh and give the old "when I meet the right guy I'll
know it" line. This had gone on for four years with no sexual contact with
men or women. Now she had read all the manuals and "how to" sex books but
had never gone any farther than the masturbation part, and thankfully she
didn't have a problem having an orgasm!!! From her first attempt in high
school Robin had discovered that her body was highly sexed and that orgasms
came very easily for her, and just a few twists on her nipples made her
pussy wet and hot, and either a her finger on her clit or an I Vibe Rabbit used as a
substitute dick made her have shattering cums. So although she often
wondered about having sex with a partner, she certainly wasn't under any
pressure to get it over with. Just then the bus stopped at Jackson St. where
Robin hopped off and headed off to the office. Her mind then turned to the
business of the day, but sex was surely in the back of her head.

At 5:45p.m. Robin was just settling into her seat on the bus for the thirty
minute ride up to New Town. What a long hard day she thought and dozed off
as the bus made its stops on the trip north from the Loop. When the driver
yelled next stop Diversey, Robin was roused awake and got off the bus and
headed down the street towards her apartment. Although she wasn't normally a
drinker, she decided to have a glass of white wine in a cozy bar she had
passed hundreds of times but had never entered. The place was fairly dark so
it tool several seconds for her eyes to adjust to the low light level. When
they did she realized that there wasn't a man in the place! She had stumbled
into one of the lesbian hangouts New Town was famous for. There were about
seven or eight women playing pool and three sitting at the bar nursing
drinks and talking to the bartender. A juke box was in the corner and some
light pop music was playing in the back ground.

Even before she sat down a strong looking woman came over and offered to buy
her a drink. Robin said sure as she sat down and introduced herself, and the
woman extended her hand and said her name was Jo--short for Joanne. She
looked to be about thirty three to thirty five years old with short dark
brown hair and a very solid build. She wasn't fat, husky would be a better
description, and her hand shake was very firm, almost painful. Robin got the
immediate feeling that this lady usually got what she wanted. Jo also
obviously had a large chest that seemed almost out of place on her tomboyish
frame. A man's striped sport shirt and blue jeans completed the appearance.
Robin thought that she would be what a typical butch would look like.

Robin on the other hand was just the opposite, she was much more slight of
build, almost thin with ash blond hair that hung almost to her shoulders. A
very pretty face along with long legs and perfect 34-B breasts made Robin
look very feminine indeed! As their drinks arrived Robin all of a sudden
became very nervous, here she was in a bar, no, a lesbian bar, with an
obviously butch lesbian who was trying to pick her up!! Jo started off the
conversation with small talk about work, where she lived, etc. Right from
the start Robin could feel Jo's power over her. She began to feel something
she had never felt before in her whole life-t