Surprise Encounter

If you're looking for some bizarre, explicit or fictional erotic story then I suggest you should skip this one. This is something that's happened quite recently and has questioned how I feel about my sexual gender. I've selected 'Straight Female' and that's what I've always considered myself to be. That is until about a week or so ago. Let me try and explain.

My boyfriend, Jack, and I were invited to a party. As with all parties we usual find ourselves in different groups. Jack, finds guys he knows to talk to and I catch up with all the latest gossip with the girls. To be honest I'm not really interested what anyone else is doing in there lives. But, I listen and show a bit of false interest.

As time wore on I found myself talking to a girl called Amy, whom I'd never met. She was a few years younger than me but, unlike me, she oozed self confidence. She had a natural charm. Tall and slim, almost boyish, with legs I would die for. Apart from some lipstick she had no need for make up, her skin was flawless and her long blonde hair looked perfectly natural. But, here's the thing she had no pretensions. You would think someone with her looks would have a innate feeling of self-importance. But, she didn't, just the opposite, she was just a simple, easy person to talk to. Someone you would instantly like. There was, however, a wicked sense of mischief about her and during the course of the evening she poked fun, not in any nasty way, at every other female in the room. I've never laughed so much in a very long time. Perhaps, I might have had too much wine I'm not that big a drinker.

Anyway, when it was time for Jack and I to leave I went upstairs to get our coats. When I was coming out the bedroom Amy was right in front of me. I thought she was coming for her coat so I moved to one side. As usually happens she moved the same way. So, I moved the other way and so did she. Then something really weird happened. I started to giggle a little about the mix up, too much wine, and then she kissed me. Her tongue was down my throat and her hand up my skirt. under my pants and right on the button. Before I had time to react it was all over. Amy had disappeared into the bathroom and I was stood there, like a dork, a coat over each arm.

Now here's the real reason I'm writing this confession, it's not really a confession anyway because I haven't done anything wrong, but it turned me on. I was all over Jack when we got home. He didn't quite know what had hit him. Wet, and as horny as hell.

Now, here's my dilemma. I found Amy's number in my coat pocket and I can't stop thinking about what happened. I'm totally in love with Jack. I could never, ever hurt him and I'd be devastated if I lost him. Yet, the thought of taking things further with Amy is a huge temptation and a terrible torment.

What should I do??????????