Valerie’s fingers hovered over the keyboard as she read the message again. Her mind raced, trying to process the unexpected revelation. She looked around, ensuring no one was watching, then clicked the private session button.

The camera-feed came alive, and before her sat Denise. Her curly red hair flowing over her shoulders, loose tendrils framing her freckled face. A flush colored her pale skin. Excitement and nervousness filled her blue eyes.

She wore a floral sundress, the same patterned pink panties from before peeking out underneath. Valerie’s pulse raced as she beheld her.

“My first private session.” Valerie said, the extraordinary circumstances leaving her with little thought.

Denise's grin widened. “Mine too!”

Both women giggled at their innuendo, then fell silent. After a few moments, Denise spoke again.

“Valerie,” Denise said with bated breath. “I can’t believe you’re here, really here. I’ve tried getting in touch with you after our day on the bus.”

Valerie’s cheeks flushed, and she looked down. “How did you find me? I mean, this is a pretty specific website.” Valerie asked, her voice a mixture of surprise and curiosity. This private session contained her first lesbian experience.

Denise chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Well, it wasn’t easy. I’ve been searching for you ever since that day. A private investigator I hired for… another matter, inadvertently found you. A happy accident, I suppose. I’m just thankful he did, Valerie.” Denise said, her voice softening. “I never stopped thinking about you, about us. Our intimacy on the bus was... magical. I’ve never felt that way with anyone.”

Valerie’s eyes met Denise’s through the screen, feeling a familiar flutter in her stomach. She remembered the excitement, the thrill on the bus.

A thrill that came flooding back as Denise shifted on her chair, the top button of her dress undone, revealing a hint of her ample cleavage. She let her fingers trail down, tracing her dress’s edge.

Valerie watched Denise, her own body responding to the sight. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you either. You were the first woman I climaxed to, Denise.”

Denise’s lips curved into a soft smile, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “Me too, Valerie. Me too. After our intimate moment, I should have done more than merely kiss you,” Denise said. She reached up and touched her cheek, a small laugh escaping her lips. “I should have told you how I felt, Valerie, but I was worried. Worried about your reaction. Worried about others’ judgment upon discovery. So… so many regrets. I wish I could take back the time we lost.”

Valerie was quiet for a moment, taking in Denise’s words. She felt sadness about the lost time, but also a spark of hope. “Agreed, but we’re both here now. We can recover our lost time, Denise.” Valerie said.

Denise smiled, her eyes lighting up. “I’d like that. I’d like that very much. But... Teresa, your… lover, how would she feel about this?” Denise inquired, her voice reflecting both curiosity and concern. “Surely, she wouldn’t want you to—”

Valerie cut off the rest of her sentence with a soft shake of her head. “Teresa understands. She knows how much this day on the bus meant. Teresa’s not the jealous type, at least not in the way you may think. She cares about my happiness, and… she knows this is a part of my past I need… to find closure.”

Denise raised her eyebrows, her surprise palpable. “That’s… understanding of her,” she said. Her hand traced the edge of her dress, purposefully pulling the second button, popping it open, revealing a dazzling amount of cleavage. Valerie’s eyes followed the movement, her tongue peeking out, wetting her lips.

“She’s amazing,” Valerie said, her eyes glued to Denise’s revealed skin. “More than that, Teresa’s perfect. She accepts me for who I am, including my past. She’d want me to be happy, and I… I want to be happy with her.”

Denise bit her lower lip, her fingers continuing to play with the edge of her dress, revealing more and more skin. “Valerie, I want to make you happy, too. I want to show you how much I’ve missed you, how much I’ve thought about you,” she said.

The screen wobbled slightly as Denise’s other hand disappeared, only for the camera angle to change, showing more of her from the waist down. She displayed her pink paisley print panties, so sheer from the lace it could barely hide Denise’s fiery red tuft of hair.

Valerie sucked in a quick breath. “Wow, Denise,” she said, her eyes wide as she took in the sight. “You… you look incredible.”

Denise grinned; her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink. “Thank you, Valerie. I wasn’t sure if you remembered what I looked like. I wanted to make a good impression.”

Valerie’s fingers traced the edge of her own blouse, slowly unbuttoning it, remembering the private moments they had shared that day on the bus. “I remember, Denise. And you’ve certainly done so,” Valerie said in a whisper.

Denise’s eyes widened; her breath hitched as she watched Valerie’s slow reveal. Her own fingers moved faster, undoing the remaining buttons on her dress until it opened, revealing her ample bosom in a lacy pink bra matching her panties.

Excitement and arousal flushed Valerie’s cheeks as she let out a slow, deep sigh.

“Valerie,” Denise moaned, her hand disappearing beneath her dress. “This session is costing me tokens. Are we going to do something, or are you going to invite me out to dinner?” Denise teased, her fingers now delicately tracing the lace of her panties. Valerie giggled, her own fingers now undoing the last button of her blouse, revealing the fullness of her perky bare breasts.

“Well, we could do both,” Valerie suggested, with a wink. “After all, dinner is always better with a little... foreplay.”

“I like the way you think, Valerie. But I’m about to explode, and I don’t want to do that again until we meet... in the flesh.” Denise’s voice was breathy, her fingers now circling her clit through the lace of her panties, her eyes locked on Valerie’s chest. Valerie bit her lower lip, her own fingers now tracing the edge of her nipples, teasing them.

“Oh, Denise,” Valerie moaned, her body arching as she pinched her nipple. “You look so damn sexy right now,” Valerie’s longing voice said. “I want to taste you, to feel you,” as her eyes remained fixed on Denise’s body.

Denise gasped, her fingers moving faster against her clit, her other hand now cupping her breast, squeezing gently.

“Oh, God, Valerie. I want that too. I want you so much,” Denise whimpered, her hips bucking against her own touch. “But... I can’t... I’m so close...”

“Then come for me, Denise. Come for me, knowing that I’ll be there for you soon. Knowing that we’ll have our dinner... and more,” Valerie coaxed, her own body aching with desire.

Denise let out a ragged gasp, her breath coming in sharp bursts as she moved her fingers faster over her clit. Her other hand squeezed her breast harder, pinching her nipple through the lace of her bra. Valerie felt her own body on fire as she watched Denise’s pleasure build. She noted how much their roles had changed since that fateful day on the bus.

“That’s it, Denise,” Valerie urged, her voice thick with arousal. “Let go,” Valerie coaxed, her voice an indistinct murmur that seemed to be the final push Denise needed. Her voluptuous body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as she rubbed her clit with fierce determination. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her lips parted in a silent scream as she shuddered from her climax.

Valerie’s own body ached with unfulfilled need; her nipples pebble-hard against her fingers. She pinched them gently, using the sensation to heighten her arousal. Valerie could feel the heat between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire, the smell of which was hidden by sweet, floral incense from the overworked diffuser on Teresa’s desk.

Valerie watched Denise’s body shudder and twitch as she came down from her high, while panting. She looked beautiful, her skin flushed, her hair mussed. It was one of the most erotic scenes Valerie had ever witnessed.

“Wow, Denise,” Valerie breathed, her voice husky with desire. “That was... intense.”

Denise’s eyes fluttered open, her body still trembling with aftershocks. She offered Valerie a soft smile as she caught her breath. “It was even better than I imagined,” she said, her voice a low purr. “And I’ve imagined it so many times.”

Valerie’s heart swelled with affection and desire. She had rarely felt so wanted, so desired. She took a deep breath, her fingers still toying with her nipples, her body aching for release.

“I’ve imagined it too, Denise. Ever since that day on the bus,” Valerie admitted, her voice filled with longing. She bit her lower lip as her eyes met Denise’s through the screen. “I want to see you again. In person, I mean.”

“Name the place and time, and I’ll be there with bells on,” Denise responded without hesitation.

Valerie smiled, her heart pounding with excitement and anticipation. “Tonight. 7 PM. The bistro on Third and Main. You know the one, right?”

Denise nodded, her smile mirroring Valerie’s. “I’ll see you there. And Valerie... thank you.”

Valerie’s smile softened, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “No, Denise. Thank you. For everything.”

Valerie watched as Denise ended the call, leaving her alone in her cubicle, her heart racing and her mind reeling.

She couldn’t believe the woman from the bus, who’d given her a first real taste of pleasure, was back in her life. Someone she could see in person.

Valerie felt a pang of guilt, knowing that she had promised Teresa that she would be home for dinner. But she couldn’t deny the excitement she felt at the prospect of seeing Denise again. Teresa would understand, just as she had with their online sessions.

She sat up in her chair and sent Teresa a quick message, explaining the situation and promising to make it up to her. “You, busy?” Valerie mouthed aloud as she hit send on the text to Teresa. She pulled her blouse back together, her hands slightly trembling as she tried to tuck it back into her skirt. Her mind was still reeling from the intense exchange with Denise.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed with a response from Teresa. “Just solving your stalker problem. What’s up?” Teresa’s text read. Valerie took a deep breath and typed out her reply.

“Well, it turns out that Brad wasn’t the only one who’s been watching me perform. Denise, the woman from the bus, had been following my streams, too. She just reached out to me, and we... we had a private session together. She wanted to meet up in person tonight.”

Valerie hit send and waited, her heart pounding in her chest. Nervous about how Teresa would react to the news.

After a moment, her phone buzzed again. “Oh, wow,” Teresa replied. “That’s... that’s unexpected. But I trust your judgment, Valerie. If you want to meet up with her, then you should. Just be careful, okay? And let me know how it goes.”

Valerie let out a sigh of relief, grateful for Teresa’s support. She typed out a quick thank you and hit send.

Teresa quickly replied. “You’re welcome, Val. I just want you to be happy and safe. And if this is something that brings you happiness, then I’m all for it.”

Valerie smiled, her heart swelling with gratitude. She knew how lucky she was to have Teresa in her life.

Someone who understood her, supported her, and loved her unconditionally. With a renewed sense of determination, Valerie set out to finish her workday, eager to meet Denise later that evening.