"Love truly moves in mysterious ways. I still can't see how it can be possible to be in love with someone of the same sex as yourself. It's the most o...vious perversion. Sex wasn't designed for that. If it were, nobody would ever have children." It's not that Binta's a woman that I love her..." Are you saying you'd love her if she were a man?" Ketaba wondered thoughtfully.Ana considered that view. She viewed Binta in her mind's eye. The beautiful smooth skin. The roundness of her feminine. I had breasts, damnit. My b’s grew to c’s in the last year and I looked damn fucking good in my black bra. I’d spend some nights naked, looking at myself in the mirror. Tilting my head this way and that as I’d grope a breast and flick a nipple just to watch myself. Even if a guy didn’t find me drop dead gorgeous, I had the hormones of a slut. Some nights all I did was masturbate away to porn and dream of naughty, dirty things that only my dream guy (or girl) could give me.So, eventually it came. We went to this awesome club and she liked the music and within few minutes she pulled me on the dance floor. I thought to spice the evening a bit and started to dance close to her and to her she was feeling nice me flirting around with her. I then asked her if she would like a beer or vodka and she choose whiskey. I was bit scared but she said she could handle her. She drank 3-4 peg and then she was open to kiss me on my cheeks, hug me tightly and dance in my arms. I was feeling nervous as she. Surprisingly we found common ground in technology - it turns out that museums are actually pretty high tech. She described how they scanned objects using multi-spectral scanners in order to avoid the metameric issues one gets with an RGB scan. I was actually quite impressed at her knowledge of color science and it wasn’t long before we were batting around our preferences of digital cameras and wide screen televisions. She was a woman after my own heart.While physically stunning, she honestly.