My Friend Janet Needs Uncontrolled Passion

I worked with Janet for years and we were professional. We didn't work together, our jobs were in different departments. On her birthday I invited her to lunch and we went to this nice restaurant, with a waitress. I emphasize waitress.

Janet and the waitress locked eyes. They spoke a hidden language. The body contact was obvious, touching her hand, letting the waitress put a hand on her shoulder. Because it was Janet's birthday the waitress was especially attentive. It was woeful goodbye. Janet gave her business card, if she needed anything.

In the car I asked her what that was all about. Janet came out to me that day, "I'm a lesbian, you may have noticed". I asked her how she knew the waitress was a lesbian. Janet's answer was "you can tell, it's chemistry". That was Janet's 27th birthday. She told me she had been a bit of a lesbian since grade school, but graduated in high school. It took her a long time to come to terms with her type, waitresses, especially barmaids.

She turned to me "have you just needed to fuck a woman? That's how I feel right now". "Don't logic it, do it". At her apartment an hour later Janet was under me, 'don't be nice and all that shit'.

Janet and I continue to be close friends and she 'lets' me work off my frustrations on her. The more frustrated the better. Force makes her get wetter faster. And she gets quite wet. "Fuck the shit out of me". She can get very frustrated when I don't get overly aggressive with her. She wants the smell of raw passion on me.

That waitress did call her and they went out and they had their time together. Janet gave her a B+ for willingness but a C- for inventiveness. Too passive. But a woman who gets too aggressive turns her off immediately.