I've got a date with a girl this Saturday. I still can't quite believe it's happened. I've never really gone for women before - I mean, I've fantasised about them occasionally, but hasn't everyone?

It started last night. I work at a magazine. We were out mixing business with pleasure, celebrating the new girl joining and brainstorming ideas for the next issue. As ever, my boss Natalie was after some new ideas.
"So, features. 'I was a teenage mum and now I run my own business'. Have we got the mums?" Natalie didn't get involved with the boring side of finding people for features. She just threw in the occasional idea.
"Yep. Sally, 26, runs a florists; Jenny, 23, designs exclusive frames and mirrors and Anne, 28, runs an IT consutancy. Kids age range from four to eleven." I said.
"Make sure you get a kid friendly photographer - not Paolo. We don't want another outburst from him. Health is covered - how to look great in the sun without risking cancer; applying fake tans; the real risks of sun beds - usual stuff but we've got Louise Young - the new soap star - confessing her holiday romance hell so that spices it up. OK, last up, sex? Andrea, any ideas for your first month?"
"'Shaving all your Love' - why more women are opting to shave their pubes off for their partners. We can get the expert on 'Brazilian waxes' and maybe do a live thing where we send off some girls for their first wax. How to have a pain-free experience, that sort of thing."
"Like it. Have to be careful over the pics but interesting idea. Anything else?"
"'Try before you bi' - where to go if you're bi-curious and want to pull a girl."
"Advertisers won't like it."
"I dunno, Nat, I mean, how many women do you know who haven't at least snogged a woman? And surely the advertisers wouldn't complain about one feature. We did that piece on lipstick lesbians."
I had to back Andrea up. She shot me a grateful look. I remembered what it was like being the new girl. And I thought it would make a good feature.
"Work it up between you. If you turn it into anything reasonable by tomorrow, maybe, but I'm not convinced. I've got to dash but I'll get a bottle of wine on the card before I go. You're OK to stay I assume?"
"Sure"
"No probs."
Andrea and I were alone. I was quite relieved. We hadn't had a chance for a proper chat since she started and she seemed nice. But there's only so much you can gossip in front of your boss. I topped up her glass of wine.
"Thanks. And thanks for telling Nat that you liked the idea too."
"No probs. It was a good idea. Just need to make it look tame enough for the advertisers and interesting enough for the readers. I reckon we start with the mates angle. Run a poll on how many women have snogged a girlie mate. Should be quite high which will give us some justification."
"Have you snogged a mate then?"
"A few times, when I've been pissed. You?"
"Yes."
"I don't know what it was, but when Andrea said yes, something changed between us. We exchanged a glance, as if noticing each other for the first time. She was a very attractive woman - large brown eyes, dark, softly curling hair and amazing cheekbones. I subtly looked her body up and down - same kind of build as me. I felt surprisingly aroused by her but tried to drag my mind back to work."
"OK, if we scribble down our experiences then we'll get an idea of the bare bones of the feature."
"It's usually people I get on with really well. People I can have a laugh with."
"Yeah - got to admit, I'm fussier over women than men! And alcohol's usually involved."
Andrea was topping up my glass as I said this. We both smiled.
"Me too - guess it's the dutch courage thing."
As we carried on jotting down ideas, we were getting more animated. At one point, Andrea patted my leg to emphasise a point. A jolt of lust shot through me. I looked at her and smiled shyly. She didn't move her hand. I could feel her fingers leisurely tracing patterns on my thighand knew I was getting wet. I was loving it - but still nervous.
"We're nearly out of wine - shall I get another bottle".
"Why not?"
I went to the bar, confused by what was happening but horny as hell. Should I cop off with someone I worked with? Was I reading the signals properly? Maybe she was just a natural flirt? As I returned to our table, I still didn't know what to think.
"Thanks."
Andrea stood up and pecked me on both cheeks. I didn't have time tothink how weird that was. I acted on impulse and pecked her on the lips. She stared straight into my eyes, and I could see she was as turned on as I was.
"I was hoping you'd do that."
"I didn't know what to say. We just stood there, looking at each other, before remembering we were in a public bar. Andrea gestured to the quieter bar upstairs."
"Seats look far comfier up there. Want to move?"
She was still playing careful, not wanting to be too obvious. I wanted to be somewhere more intimate with her - and soon - so picked up the bottle of wine and my bag.
"Good idea. Getting a bit noisy down here."
We headed upstairs, and settled ourselves in a booth with no-one sitting nearby.
"So, where were we?"
Did I dare? I had to. I leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"About here?"
"Hmmmm... Or was it here?"
She put her hand around the back of my head and drew me into a deep kiss. Her lips were full, soft and sensual. Her tongue darted gently around my own and I could barely stifle a groan of pleasure. I put my hand on her head, gradually moving it to her neck. As I reached the crook of her neck, she moaned.
"You have no idea how much that turns me on."
I forced myself to pull away from her delicious lips and started kissing her neck. She wasn't lying! Soon, she was squirming in her seat. She took one of my hands and placed it on her breast. I could feel her hard nipple underneath my fingers - she wasn't wearing a bra. Feeling daring, I slid my hand underneath her vest top and stroked her soft skin, sliding my hand up to touch her breasts. She pulled my head back up to kiss me deeply as I carried on toying with her breasts.
"I want to touch you."
"Not as much as I want you to touch me!"
I undid the first few buttons of my shirt and she slid her hand inside, pushing my bra cups down so she could feel me properly. She glanced around the bar - still no-one in view - and quickly bent to take my nipple in her mouth. Feeling her tongue on me was incredible. I couldn't help pushing my breast forward into her mouth. Her hands was busy stroking my breasts at the same time. I hadn't felt so turned on for years!
"Shit, someone's coming."
She quickly pulled away, and I buttoned my shirt just before a group of people walked past to sit in the next booth. We must have looked flustered as one of the guys gave us a wink and made some lewd comment under his breath.
"Think it might be time for us to head off."
"Yeah - you could be right. We've got to get the feature sorted though. Want to come back to mine?"
"Can't tonight - I've got to feed my cat or she'll go mad."
"Oh, OK."
She must have noticed the disappointment in my voice.
"And there's no way we'll get the feature sorted if we're together. I certainly wouldn't want to waste time doing any writing with you around. But what are you doing on Saturday? Maybe we could hook up then?"
"Sounds good to me."
I've been masturbating constantly over her since then, imagining tasting her, feeling her lips on me, making her come. The close the date gets, the more excited I'm getting. I just hope that she wants it as much as I do...