What She Saw in Him

What She Saw in Him

That is her. Check her out. Wow whispered Billy Sherman's buddy. They were at the town bar that they had been going to since before they were legally allowed to drink. And there, at the end of the long bar, not far from the door, sat Sue Lockhart, the middle school gym teacher.

I dare you to go talk to her. I dare you to have a drink with 'Lesbo Lockhart'. What do you say? Are you afraid of the 'Dragon Dyke'? he challenged.

Billy looked down the bar at the middle-aged woman. She was alone, nursing a drink, half-watching the TV above the bar. He thought she looked kind of plain and maybe a little sad. He really did not feel like making her the object of a stupid dare. At 22, wasn't he beyond that sort of thing?

Forget it. Let us just leave her alone. OK? She looks like she does not need the aggravation, Billy replied.

Aggravation? You are just afraid she will bite your dick off! Here is five bucks. It will not even cost you anything. I dare you. Billy's drinking buddy slid a five-dollar bill to him and got up to stand by the pool table where he would have a clear view if Billy should take his dare.

Billy sighed. He did not want to annoy a woman who had never done anything to him. But he was bored. Maybe he would do it. As he thought about what he would say to her, he began to think of things he wanted to know that she could tell him. Not crazy stuff, but about what she thought of the town and the hundreds of kids she had taught and seen grown up. Of course, he could not ask about the rumors of her being a lesbian. Rumors? Hadn't he and his buddies seen her at it?

 It was a year or so before. Billy and two of his buddies had gone out to the parking lot to smoke a joint. The bar had the use of a large parking garage of the office building next door. From the smoke-filled car, Billy and his friends had spied some movement in a little sports car a row in front of them. Under the garage lights they had discerned Miss Lockhart and a much younger woman locked in an embrace in the little car. They had opened mouths pressed tightly together and were going at it hot and heavy he could not see their hands, but when Miss Lockhart finally got out, she had to tuck her blouse back into her neat slacks.

No, Billy did not ask about that. The guys had thought the woman she was with looked like the high school's Homecoming Queen from several years back, but they could not be sure. Can you imagine what Miss Lockhart was doing it with one of her old students? That was hot.

Before he knew exactly what he was going to say, Billy found himself trying to stroll nonchalantly toward the lone woman. He sat down next to her. Miss Lockhart looked up, wondering what this young man wanted.

Yes? she asked. Billy could hear tried irritation in her voice and immediately regretted this.

Hello, Miss Lockhart. I am Bill Sherman. May I buy you a drink? Billy tried to sound relaxed and grown up.

Sue Lockhart chuckled to herself.

Hi, Bill. It is Sue. And yes, you may buy me a drink. But I got to go after that, OK?

Sue waved to the bartender. Billy raised his empty beer mug to indicate that he needed another. He paid for the drinks.

So, Bill, what do you do? Sue asked.

Not much. That is, just looking for a job. I graduated from State in May. Not many jobs around right now, so I am doing what I can and enjoying the summer. I know what you do.

Oh, did I teach you? she asked.

Yeah. It was a few years ago. I am not surprised that you do not remember, Bill was crushed that she did not remember him. He had hoped to talk about that.

Bill, why did you want to buy me a drink? I saw you with your friend. If this is a bet, or a dare, let us just call it a night, ok?

She sees right through me, Bill thought. What now? If all else fails, maybe honesty would work.

Miss Lockhart, I mean Sue, you are a very good-looking lady, he started. That much was true. Sue was about 5'7" with not an ounce of fat on her toned frame. Years of teaching gym had left her body unchanged from her days as a three-sport star in high school and college. And I was hoping.

Hoping what, Bill? Sue tried to drag it out of him. What were you hoping?

Well, I would like to get to know you, Bill finally managed.

What do you want to know, Bill? Are you curious about what they say? Sue challenged.

Bill was trapped now. She had really seen through him. There had been talk about the lady gym teacher for years in the small town. Was she or was not she gay? He had seen her kissing a woman, but maybe there was some other explanation. There was no escaping this.

Are you gay? Bill whispered.

Well, I admire you having the guts to ask, Sue said evenly. Yes, I am gay, Bill. That should save us a lot of time tonight.

Shouldn't it? If you want to go back and report to your friend, go right ahead.

No, I do not want to go. I want to talk to you. Bill was taken by Sue's frankness and unapologetic air he did not want her to think he was a creep. What is it like, being a lesbian in this town?

Well, Bill, it is not a lot of fun. I try to be very discrete because my job is dependent on the school board's ongoing approval of how I conduct myself. And they are not the most open-minded bunch. This just is not New York. There are no gay bars or clubs where I could openly approach other women. So, I try to stay under the radar.

Are there many others in town? Bill was surprised and excited to be having this conversation but was wrapped up in it now.

Other lesbians? Sure. You might be surprised. Shocked even. Yes, even a little town like this has lesbians. I have heard people talk about the couple down by the country club. They are a sweet old pair. And there are a few single gals around. And Bill, there are a number, of married ladies in town, mothers and grandmothers who let's say they dabble a bit, shall we? She was half-trying to shock the younger man, but it felt good to talk openly, if quietly about the local scene.

And speaking of dabblers, every year there are quite a few younger ladies who come back from college on break who have discovered a little something about themselves. I try not to get involved with too many of them because they generally are not gay. They just enjoy something different for a little while and then go off and get married. Sue sighed, remembering.

Wow, Bill heard himself say.

Sue smiled at his amazement. She was mostly done with her drink. She reached for her keys.

Don't go, Sue. Please. I want to talk more, Bill said earnestly.

Sue felt a twinge. She had assumed she would shock the young man and he would go back to his friend and spread some more gossip. She had not counted on him caring.

Bill, I am tired. I want to go home. But if you want to talk a little more, you can come back to my place for a drink or a coffee and then we will call it a night, OK? she offered.

Bill's friend was shocked to see his buddy and 'Lesbo Lockhart' leave the bar together. They were not exactly arm-in-arm, but he watched them go to their respective cars and drive off, Bill following close behind the older woman.

At Sue's small, tidy apartment, Bill became bolder. He had begun to really like Sue's openness and willingness to share about her life and lifestyle. Besides which, Bill could not help noticing Sue's toned, sexy body and generally youthful appearance. Her arms and legs were shapely and muscular, but far from manly. As she made him a cup of coffee, he watched her tight ass through her pants. Sue excused herself to change into a little shirt and sleep pants. It was not quite a belly shirt, but Bill enjoyed the glimpses of her flat, tight abs. She had small, firm breasts that Bill glimpsed through the nearly sheer top. Miss Lockhart was a hottie. He could see how she would attract every lesbian in town. The subject turned to sex.

Sue feigned shock at Bill's question about what women did together. Bill, come on you have been on the internet. I know you have seen videos. I have a toy box that I keep for when I have a lady here. We use vibrators and dildoes and massage oil. Do you need me to draw you a picture?




That is her. Check her out. Wow whispered Billy Sherman's buddy. They were at the town bar that they had been going to since before they were legally allowed to drink. And there, at the end of the long bar, not far from the door, sat Sue Lockhart, the middle school gym teacher.

I dare you to go talk to her. I dare you to have a drink with 'Lesbo Lockhart'. What do you say? Are you afraid of the 'Dragon Dyke'? he challenged.

Billy looked down the bar at the middle-aged woman. She was alone, nursing a drink, half-watching the TV above the bar. He thought she looked kind of plain and maybe a little sad. He really did not feel like making her the object of a stupid dare. At 22, wasn't he beyond that sort of thing?

Forget it. Let us just leave her alone. OK? She looks like she does not need the aggravation, Billy replied.

Aggravation? You are just afraid she will bite your dick off! Here is five bucks. It will not even cost you anything. I dare you. Billy's drinking buddy slid a five-dollar bill to him and got up to stand by the pool table where he would have a clear view if Billy should take his dare.

Billy sighed. He did not want to annoy a woman who had never done anything to him. But he was bored. Maybe he would do it. As he thought about what he would say to her, he began to think of things he wanted to know that she could tell him. Not crazy stuff, but about what she thought of the town and the hundreds of kids she had taught and seen grown up. Of course, he could not ask about the rumors of her being a lesbian. Rumors? Hadn't he and his buddies seen her at it?

 It was a year or so before. Billy and two of his buddies had gone out to the parking lot to smoke a joint. The bar had the use of a large parking garage of the office building next door. From the smoke-filled car, Billy and his friends had spied some movement in a little sports car a row in front of them. Under the garage lights they had discerned Miss Lockhart and a much younger woman locked in an embrace in the little car. They had opened mouths pressed tightly together and were going at it hot and heavy he could not see their hands, but when Miss Lockhart finally got out, she had to tuck her blouse back into her neat slacks.

No, Billy did not ask about that. The guys had thought the woman she was with looked like the high school's Homecoming Queen from several years back, but they could not be sure. Can you imagine what Miss Lockhart was doing it with one of her old students? That was hot.

Before he knew exactly what he was going to say, Billy found himself trying to stroll nonchalantly toward the lone woman. He sat down next to her. Miss Lockhart looked up, wondering what this young man wanted.

Yes? she asked. Billy could hear tried irritation in her voice and immediately regretted this.

Hello, Miss Lockhart. I am Bill Sherman. May I buy you a drink? Billy tried to sound relaxed and grown up.

Sue Lockhart chuckled to herself.

Hi, Bill. It is Sue. And yes, you may buy me a drink. But I got to go after that, OK?

Sue waved to the bartender. Billy raised his empty beer mug to indicate that he needed another. He paid for the drinks.

So, Bill, what do you do? Sue asked.

Not much. That is, just looking for a job. I graduated from State in May. Not many jobs around right now, so I am doing what I can and enjoying the summer. I know what you do.

Oh, did I teach you? she asked.

Yeah. It was a few years ago. I am not surprised that you do not remember, Bill was crushed that she did not remember him. He had hoped to talk about that.

Bill, why did you want to buy me a drink? I saw you with your friend. If this is a bet, or a dare, let us just call it a night, ok?

She sees right through me, Bill thought. What now? If all else fails, maybe honesty would work.

Miss Lockhart, I mean Sue, you are a very good-looking lady, he started. That much was true. Sue was about 5'7" with not an ounce of fat on her toned frame. Years of teaching gym had left her body unchanged from her days as a three-sport star in high school and college. And I was hoping.

Hoping what, Bill? Sue tried to drag it out of him. What were you hoping?

Well, I would like to get to know you, Bill finally managed.

What do you want to know, Bill? Are you curious about what they say? Sue challenged.

Bill was trapped now. She had really seen through him. There had been talk about the lady gym teacher for years in the small town. Was she or was not she gay? He had seen her kissing a woman, but maybe there was some other explanation. There was no escaping this.

Are you gay? Bill whispered.

Well, I admire you having the guts to ask, Sue said evenly. Yes, I am gay, Bill. That should save us a lot of time tonight.

Shouldn't it? If you want to go back and report to your friend, go right ahead.

No, I do not want to go. I want to talk to you. Bill was taken by Sue's frankness and unapologetic air he did not want her to think he was a creep. What is it like, being a lesbian in this town?

Well, Bill, it is not a lot of fun. I try to be very discrete because my job is dependent on the school board's ongoing approval of how I conduct myself. And they are not the most open-minded bunch. This just is not New York. There are no gay bars or clubs where I could openly approach other women. So, I try to stay under the radar.

Are there many others in town? Bill was surprised and excited to be having this conversation but was wrapped up in it now.

Other lesbians? Sure. You might be surprised. Shocked even. Yes, even a little town like this has lesbians. I have heard people talk about the couple down by the country club. They are a sweet old pair. And there are a few single gals around. And Bill, there are a number, of married ladies in town, mothers and grandmothers who let's say they dabble a bit, shall we? She was half-trying to shock the younger man, but it felt good to talk openly, if quietly about the local scene.

And speaking of dabblers, every year there are quite a few younger ladies who come back from college on break who have discovered a little something about themselves. I try not to get involved with too many of them because they generally are not gay. They just enjoy something different for a little while and then go off and get married. Sue sighed, remembering.

Wow, Bill heard himself say.

Sue smiled at his amazement. She was mostly done with her drink. She reached for her keys.

Don't go, Sue. Please. I want to talk more, Bill said earnestly.

Sue felt a twinge. She had assumed she would shock the young man and he would go back to his friend and spread some more gossip. She had not counted on him caring.

Bill, I am tired. I want to go home. But if you want to talk a little more, you can come back to my place for a drink or a coffee and then we will call it a night, OK? she offered.

Bill's friend was shocked to see his buddy and 'Lesbo Lockhart' leave the bar together. They were not exactly arm-in-arm, but he watched them go to their respective cars and drive off, Bill following close behind the older woman.

At Sue's small, tidy apartment, Bill became bolder. He had begun to really like Sue's openness and willingness to share about her life and lifestyle. Besides which, Bill could not help noticing Sue's toned, sexy body and generally youthful appearance. Her arms and legs were shapely and muscular, but far from manly. As she made him a cup of coffee, he watched her tight ass through her pants. Sue excused herself to change into a little shirt and sleep pants. It was not quite a belly shirt, but Bill enjoyed the glimpses of her flat, tight abs. She had small, firm breasts that Bill glimpsed through the nearly sheer top. Miss Lockhart was a hottie. He could see how she would attract every lesbian in town. The subject turned to sex.

Sue feigned shock at Bill's question about what women did together. Bill, come on you have been on the internet. I know you have seen videos. I have a toy box that I keep for when I have a lady here. We use vibrators and dildoes and massage oil. Do you need me to draw you a picture?


To be continued