When the story I'm about to tell you happened, I was just twenty-one, engaged to be married, and desperately unhappy. Jeff and I had been engaged for six months and I knew that I'd made a major mistake but I didn't have any idea of what to do about it. The wedding was planned for October and it was already late September. Both families were terribly pleased with the match and I felt as if I was on a train rushing toward a river crossing, knowing that the bridge was out.

I'd grown up in a very sheltered environment, the youngest child, and only daughter, of a wealthy family. My parents were in their 40s when I was born and my mother had given up hope of having a daughter. So they doted on me and my three older brothers were very protective. Jeff had taken over the role of protector soon after we started dating during my junior (his senior) year.

Before you can understand how I felt, you need to know a little more about me. When I was thirteen, I spent the summer at a camp in Maine and had a wonderful time once I got over being homesick. I developed a crush on one of the counselors, a college girl. She was one of those big tan athletic girls that California seems to churn out like hotcakes. At the time, I was a skinny little redheaded kid with green eyes and lots of freckles. Diana, the counselor, realized how I felt after she caught me spying on her when she was in the shower and she sat me down and had a long talk with me. She told me my feelings weren't bad, just inappropriate at that time and in that place. The talk didn't make my crush go away, but it made me feel better about myself.

When I got back home I surpressed my feelings about other girls and conformed. After all, I was in junior high and conformity was the name of the game. And conformity ruled my life through high school and college. I met Jeff and fell in love, or convinced myself that I had, and eventually we got engaged. Jeff treated me like a prize that he'd won in a game, a game that I didn't understand. I had grown into quite a beauty, something that I was quite aware of but took no special pride in - it was just a lucky combination of genes.

At twenty-one, I was tall, lithe, and athletic. I still had the freckles, but they didn't seem to be the plague they had been in junior high. Other things drew attention away from them - my long sleek legs, my high firm breasts, and my tight butt. I played soccer, basketball, and softball in high school, but in college I concentrated on basketball because several schools offered me athletic scholarships in that sport. I would have preferred soccer, but I knew I wasn't good enough to play soccer at the college level.

In September, Jeff made plans to drive down to Long Island to visit one of his frat brothers who had just gotten married. He asked me to go along and I didn't have an excuse so I went. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made. Not that it seemed that way at the time. We had a nice visit with Jeff's friend and his wife. They seemed happy and we had a good time. We stayed late and it was almost midnight on Saturday when we finally started back. Jeff was hungry, so we stopped at an all-night diner on the island.

There was a yellow bus in the parking lot along with a few cars, but the place wasn't too crowded. There was a girl's high school soccer team in the diner and a dozen other people scattered among the booths and tables. The soccer team, according to snatches of conversation I overheard, was on it's way home from a tournament and had been delayed because of problems with the bus.

Well, to make a long story shorter, the diner was held up by four men wearing stocking masks and carrying sawed-off shotguns. They herded everyone into one corner of the diner and demanded that all wallets, purses, and jewelery be deposited in a pillowcase. One of them was cleaning out the register while another passed around the pillow case. A third waited by the door and the fourth, the leader, stood on a table and kept watch over everyone. When they had everything I thought they'd leave, but the leader had other ideas. He glanced around and called out to one of his friends - something about seeing something he'd always wanted to see. His friend snickered and said, "Yeah, I'd like to see that too."

He looked us over slowly and then said, "I've always wanted to see two women go at it. Two real women." And he pointed at one of the soccer players, a tall blonde with a nice body and long pretty legs. "You, get over here and start undressing." She glanced at her coach with a frightened look and then moved forward slowly, coming to a stop near the table he'd indicated. She stood there for a moment and the crouched to untie her sneakers. The leader looked around again, but I didn't shrink back like I might have done if I wasn't already convinced that he'd made up his mind already to chose me.

Sure enough, his glance came to rest on me and he said, "Okay, red, get your ass up here and start undressing.

Jeff tensed and held my hand tightly but I pulled away and whispered, "Relax, it will be okay. I don't want anyone to get hurt."

I walked over and stood next to the blonde. She was already down to her bra and panties. She paused and glanced at me. I was surprised when she smiled shyly. I nodded and smiled in return as I kicked my shoes off and unsnapped my jeans. My mind was whirling. I was going to have sex with another woman, something I'd fantasized about for years, but in my wildest fantasies I'd never pictured doing it in front of a crowd!

As I pushed my jeans down I glanced at the blonde and whispered, "What's your name? Mine is Kate."

She glanced quickly at the leader and then whispered, "Emma."

I stepped out of my jeans and then pulled my sweater off over my head. Emma unhooked her bra and I saw that she had small, pretty breasts tipped with pointy little pink nipples. I unhooked my bra and dropped it on top of my jeans, freeing my firm, pear-shaped breasts. Then I skimmed my panties down and stepped out of them. I glanced at Emma and saw that she was looking at me. Her pubic mound was covered by a thick growth of taffy-colored hair. It looked as if it had never been trimmed, a contrast to my neatly trimmed bush.

The leader looked over and said, "Hurry up, we don't have all night. Get up on that table and get going. The table in question was a big round table that normally seated eight. It was empty except for a napkin holder, salt and pepper, and a hold for packets of sugar. I picked them up and carried them to another table, totally consicous of my nudity but not caring that I was exposed to a bunch of strangers. When I turned and walked back, Emma was crouched on the table with a funny look on her face - not frightened, not exactly happy either, but kind of ...... I guess expectant is the best way to put it.

I climbed onto the table and faced Emma, both of us on our knees. The leader growled at us to hurry up, so I leaned forward and kissed Emma on the lips. I was surprised when her tongue flickered out and probed into my mouth. I drew back a little and we stared at each other in silent wonder for a moment. Then we hugged and kissed, and everything else faded away as we rubbed against each other. Her hands glided down across my back and she stroked my buttocks. I moaned into her mouth, where our tongues were battling each other for control. I finally surrendered and let her take control. She cupped my breasts and teased my nipples erect with her thumbs while I moaned with pleasure.

"Hurry up," the leader shouted, "Turn around and start eating each other!"

Emma pulled back and I stretched out on my back. She swung around and straddled me, positioning herself right over my face. As she lowered herself onto my mouth I smelled the musky scent of an aroused woman for the first time in my life and I knew then that Jeff and I were through, no matter how things turned out. There was no hesitation on my part, I reached up and grabbed her hips, guiding her down until I could reach her with my tongue. I ran my tongue the length of her slit and felt her hips move in my hands. She thrust forward and pressed herself against my mouth. I pushed her up a little and began to lick her with hard strokes of my tongue, pushing it between her labia and marveling at the sensuous slickness of her inner lips.

At the same time, her tongue was probing timidly at my outer lips. I moaned and lifted myself a little to show her that I was enjoying it. I don't know if this encouragement was the reason, but her tongue began to move probe deeper and with more force. I paused for a moment, giving her hips and encouraging squeeze, and glanced hastily to my left. The others were all standing around watching avidly. I saw one woman lick her lips and glance nervously at her husband. Emma's teammates were all watching too. One girl had her hand down the front of her sweats. That's all I had time to see. I turned my attention back to Emma's tight, wet cunt and found that she was now sopping wet. She was delicious - her juices had a tangy sweet taste that I loved. We continued to eat each other for several minutes. Then someone shouted, "They're gone!" I turned my head and saw that the leader had disappeared from his perch on the next table.

Emma moved away, reluctantly I thought, and I sat up. Everyone had rushed to the front to see if the robbers had indeed left. Emma glanced at me and smiled. Then she picked up her panties and slipped them on. I dressed too, hurriedly as people began to turn back from the front windows. Someone called the police and the next few hours were spent down at the police station being interviewed over and over.

At one point, about 3 a.m. I think, I had a short break where I was left alone. I asked for a cup of coffee and a young policewoman took me down to their canteen and bought me a cup from the vending machine. Jeff was in there, sitting alone at a table. He walked over and said, "How could you humiliate me like that?"

I sipped my coffee and glanced around to make sure that the policewoman was still there in case he lost it completely. "Humiliate you? I'm sorry, but I was the one that was forced to strip and perform."

He got red in the face and took a step toward me. "But you enjoyed it, you slut!"

I slipped his ring off and tossed it in his face. "Yes, I did. She turned me on more than you ever have!" I turned away and heard him scream with rage. I turned back just in time to see the policewoman wrestle him to the floor.

She glanced up at me. "You'd better go back upstairs. I'll keep this guy here for a few minutes."

I nodded and went back upstairs to the interview room. I never saw Jeff again after that night. When the police were finally done with me, they offered me a ride to the train station or the bus station. I chose the bus station and the same young policewoman gave me a ride. She wished me good luck when she dropped me off and I thanked her and then went inside to get a ticket on the next bus to Boston. I was going to miss a full day of classes, but I was so tired and confused that I didn't really care. The bus ride seemed endless and I slept fitfully. When I finally go back to my apartment I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until my roommate came in that afternoon. She wanted to know why I was so late in getting back, so I made up some story about car trouble and that seemed to satisfy her.

I spent the next few days getting back into the routine of classes, papers, and all the rest of the rituals of college life. Then, when I had a chance to think, I stared trying to figure out what I was going to do. I knew that I wanted to see Emma again. Just to talk. Trouble was, I didn't have the slightest idea of how to contact her. All I had was her first name and the name of the high school that she attended. I knew the school was in New England or upstate New York, but I didn't know how to go about finding it.

A couple of weeks passed and then I got a phone call. It was the policewoman who'd bought me coffee and driven me to the bus station. She told me her name was Shannon and cautioned me against mentioning her call to anyone. "I could lose my job. But someone called here to find out about you and the call came to me. I couldn't tell her anything anymore than I can tell you anything about her. But this person did mention that she's working after school and Saturdays at the Eastfield Mall in Holyoke. At a shoe store. She didn't mention the name of the store because her mother came in and she had to hang up. I think you have enough information, don't you?"

"Oh, yes! Thank you so much! I'll never forget you." We chatted for a few more minutes and promised to keep in touch. That was on a Thursday afternoon and I thought Saturday would never come! Holyoke is an hour's drive from campus and I left Saturday morning at 9:00 so I'd be there when the mall opened. I'd never been there and got lost, so I didn't get there until almost 11:00 a.m. I'd debated quite a bit about what to wear and the decision finally came down to jeans or a short denim skirt - I wanted to look casual, not like I'd gone to any trouble or made any special effort. I finally chose the skirt because I wanted to show off my legs. I've always felt that they're my best feature and I'm kind of proud of them. All the work in the gym and the running has paid off.

So I wore a sleeveless top, the short denim skirt, socks, and running shoes. It was a warm day for October so I just wore a light jacket which I left in the car. I walked around the mall and checked out all the shoe stores without seeing Emma. I was bitterly disappointed, but decided to make the rounds again in case I'd missed her. This time, I decided to spend at least 15 minutes in each store. I was in the second store, gazing at a display of black pumps, when I heard a soft voice behind me say, "May I help you, ma'am?"

I turned and there was Emma. We stared at each other in silence for a moment and then I said, "Yes, I'd like to try on a pair of these pumps. Size 7."

She smiled and gestured at the row of chairs. "Please take a seat and I'll get a pair from the back."

I sat down and watched Emma walk to the back of the store. She was tall, athletic, very attractive and I felt nothing when I looked at her. No attraction, no affection. She was just another nice kid.

When she returned with the shoes I apologized and told her I'd changed my mind. She nodded. "I thought you might. Take care of yourself. Bye." She smiled and turned away. I got up and strolled back through the mall feeling somewhat sad, but full of hope. I was young, healthy, and beautiful. The world was full of attractive women. I'd find one someday.

The End.