Girl on Girl Passion

Story #1: Lesbian Dream Comes True-2

“Okay.”

Angie slipped into the break room, wondering how much of her exchange with the woman Harvey saw. Flirting with female customers was a hard habit to break, especially for someone as naturally loquacious as her.

But of course, Angie’s personality wasn’t the only reason she had a tendency to banter with other girls.

Ever since she was a child, she always knew there was something odd about her. She liked boys just fine, but she liked girls just a little bit more. She loved hugging them, kissing with them, cuddling whenever she got the chance. But mostly her feelings were relegated to the realm of fantasy. And she fantasized about it a lot.

She’d engage some pretty lady in harmless chit chat, then slip into the break room and think long and hard about what the two of them would do if things were different. She’d think about their legs falling into a tangle of heat as they grinded their hips into a fire of ecstasy.

Today, she thought about Cheryl, the woman she’d been talking to. She pictured the lady’s soft lips being pressed against her ear, then sliding to her cheek. She imagined her bold shade of red lipstick getting smeared across her chest then down her belly until she reached her burning p***y.

Before having a seat on the break room couch, Angie double-checked the lock on the door, making sure her plunge into fantasy wouldn’t be interrupted.

Leaning into the cheap couch cushions, she spread her legs and brought a hand up her skirt, stretching her longest finger as deep into her p***y as she could manage. With the other hand clamping her mouth shut, she squirmed over the couch, her muffled grunts escaping and nearly filling the room.

With her eyes now tightly sealed, the images came into clear focus. She saw Cheryl’s nude body drop across a mattress, legs wide and eyes seductively slanted. “Come and take me!” the imaginary Cheryl demanded.

But even in her fantasies, Angie hesitated. “But… I’m engaged to Harvey.”

Cheryl said nothing. She pushed her full lips into a sumptuous pout that made words unnecessary. Angie slowly wedged herself between the woman’s thighs, yanking her panties away.

The door rattled with a loud knock. “Break’s over, Angie!” Harvey shouted.

Reluctantly, she pulled herself off the couch. “Okay,” she mumbled. Heading back to work, a trace of her naughty smile remained across her lips.

She headed to the kitchen, picking up a plate of fried chicken and delivering it to Helen’s table. Helen was a customer she’d known for years, a sweet old lady who could always help yank her out of a dark mood. Today she had her face buried in the monitor of a laptop.

Arriving with Helen’s meal, she said, “Wow, that’s a fancy little thing you got there. Never thought you’d break down and buy one of those!”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t think so either, but I messed around and started reading this column called Dear Mia and I got myself hooked.”

“Dear Mia? What’s that?”

“It’s this nice lady who gives people advice, sometimes related to… “ Helen leaned close and whispered, “S-E-X.”

“Ooooh, sounds kind of scandalous.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“All right, you enjoy your meal, honey.” Stepping back to the kitchen, she thought she’d check out this column later after getting home. I wonder if this Mia could help somebody stuck in fantasies they can’t get away from.

Mia

“I’m so sorry, I’m late, Greg!” Mia said, rushing up to the table out of breath. “I know I’ve been late a lot recently, but I just tend to get so wrapped up in work…”

“Yes, I’ve noticed.” His face remained still, almost cold.

“You’re not angry are at me, are you?”

“To be honest, Mia, I am. But it’s not just being late today, it’s the basketball game last night too.”

Mortified, Mia’s eyes bulged as she remembered something. “Oh, my God! I forgot about the game last night! Greg, I am so, so sorry –“

He lifted a hand, silencing her. “Mia, I don’t think this relationship is working out. You don’t seem committed to it at all.”

“No, Greg, I’m totally committed to it. I just get a little… distracted by work.”

“Really? It seems to me like it’s the other way around. Like you see our relationship as a distraction from your work.”

Mia had no comeback for what Greg had to say. Beneath all the excuses, she knew he was right. And he knew things weren’t to get better between the two of them. She looked up and said, “It was a nice three months, Greg, wasn’t it?”

“It was and it wasn’t. That day of you and me strolling on the beach just past dusk? That was magnificent. But other moments weren’t so great. You forgetting to show up at my sister’s wedding, or the time you accidentally called out the wrong name during s*x? Those were moments I’d rather forget.”

“Please don’t be angry at me, Greg. I really wanted it to work out for us.”

“It didn’t seem like it. It seemed like you were more interested in your career.”

Mia sent her soft gaze into his eyes, studying his face, trying to figure him out. But really she was trying to figure herself out. Her habit of getting lost in fantasy was something that had always been with her – even years before having the Dear Mia column. As a young nerd with few friends, she spent most of her time in her room, getting lost in the dream worlds she read about. It seemed she hadn’t changed much after all these years of growing up.

Angie

After an exhausting shift at work, Angie stepped into her apartment and took a seat in front of her computer. She Googled this Dear Mia site she’d heard Helen talking about and checked it out. She was instantly addicted.

There were questions about strange s****l fetishes, impotence, infidelities and even love. With all of these oddballs sharing their personal quirks, Angie seemed more and more comfortable about writing Mia herself. What do I have to lose?

Mia

Getting out of bed the next morning wasn’t easy. The energy just wasn’t there. Mia propped herself up to her elbows and contemplated the disaster she’d had the night before.

This wasn’t the first time a relationship she’d had could be described as a disaster. Her whole adult life was one failed union after the other. It seemed that being safely ensconced in her fantasy world was a leftover habit from childhood that she couldn’t kick.

After finally getting about of bed, she opened her inbox. Scanning through, she found the usual assortment of Dear Mia questions. The topics covered did nothing to lift away the fog of sadness that hung over her.

Then she found an email that snagged her attention.

Dear Mia,

I have a problem that is a little difficult to express. On the surface it seems I have a good life. I have a good job, a handsome fiancé who makes a good living as the owner of the diner I work at. But inside my head, there are thoughts that keep me away from the real world, thoughts that trouble me and make me question everything about myself.

I fantasize about women. They are women of all sizes, shapes and nationalities, but they are always women – never men. This concerns me as I am about to be wed in a week.

I want to be able to satisfy my husband-to-be in every way possible, and I want him to satisfy me, but what if it turns out that deep down I can’t ever be truly in love with a man? What if it turns out that I am forever a prisoner to my fantasy world? I’m afraid, Mia. I’m afraid that I’ll spend the rest of my life unhappy and unfulfilled.

Anxious Angie

The email left Mia feeling as though she’d been punched in the gut. This woman’s problem was her own problem. She too felt a prisoner to her fantasies. After pacing around for a few minutes she wrote a reply.

Angie,

The first and most important thing for you to understand is that a fantasy is only a fantasy. The world is full of people whose minds are flooded with fantasies – some sweet and innocent, others dark and disturbing – that they would never in a million years act upon.

Having said all that, the question of whether you are a lesbian or not is something you must search your own heart to answer. You must also search your own heart to understand how you truly feel about your fiancé. I would recommend total honesty as the best way to work out any problems in your relationship.

Mia

She went to her blog and posted the reply, feeling a tingle of warmth knowing that she’d helped some poor woman whose problem was similar to hers.

But hours later, sitting at the breakfast table, it occurred to her that there was so much more she wanted to say to the woman, so much more she had to share.

Her official policy was that she never had any personal contact with any of the people who emailed her. It just wasn’t a good idea to encourage people to think they had some kind of a relationship when they actually didn’t. But the woman’s email nagged at her soul in a way that made it difficult to concentrate on breakfast.

Halfway through her hash browns, she sprang to her computer and prepared to write Anxious Angie an email.

The words took a long time to compose. These were thoughts she’d never really shared with anyone.

Once the words did come out, it was hard to get them to stop.

Angie,

Your letter moved me more than I can begin to express. The fantasy world is a world I’ve gotten to know far too well. I’ve spent much of my life trapped there, living the kind of life I’d never had the courage to pursue in the real world. I’m not sure if the advice I gave you was fully satisfying, but hopefully it will help you to know that you have a kindred spirit in me.

Mia

Angie

A day off from the diner was always a welcome relief. And while slow dancing to Harvey’s old CDs wasn’t her favorite way to spend her time off, it was a lot more fun than waiting tables.

“What’s the matter?” he asked her, their bodies locked in an embrace. “You seem tense.”

“No, I’m fine,” she answered. But in truth she wasn’t fine. With six days left before their marriage, her doubts were doubling by the day. Not only was she getting more and more certain that she didn’t love Harvey, but she was beginning to have a pretty good reason why.

Before the first song was over, he reached in for a kiss, catching her off-guard. As she reflexively jerked away from his pucker, Harvey’s eyes grew angry. “Aw, come on! What’s wrong, Angie?”

“I told you, nothing’s wrong.” With Harvey sending sloppy kisses up and down the side of her neck, Angie found a way to endure it. She shut her eyes and revisited the fantasy world, a world where those kisses came from somebody else.

This evening’s ‘somebody else’ was Christy, a tall, lanky blonde she recalled from high school. The two of them had swam together at Lake Rushen, giving Angie a peek of those long, slender legs that would stay with her forever.

With her eyes tightly clamped, the lips that pressed hard against hers became Christy’s. She imagined herself stroking those long, platinum blonde locks and easing between those thighs. Kiss after kiss brought the fantasy world into vivid focus. Angie grunted and groaned as her limbs loosened into noodles.

As a ravenous set of hands knifed up her blouse and seized her boobs, Christy was replaced by Aurora, a friend who briefly worked at the diner. Aurora’s shimmering blue eyes were enough to snag Angie’s attention right away. The two of them chatted endlessly after work and made plans to go shopping. But she left the diner and left Clearwater altogether when rumors began to circulate about her ‘personal life.’