It had been the busiest, strangest, of days and despite dozing for ages at the side of the old quarry, we were both very quiet that evening, very much at peace with the world. Debbie cooked something which she gave a, to me unpronounceable, name – Vietnamese, she assured me – which tasted divine. Our vodka consumption was limited to a couple of small glasses...
Ch. 02: An Interlude We all piled off the bus into the cold night air, stumbling wearily down the steps into a crowd of waiting parents. A cloud of mist from our steamy breath formed over us as we all gathered at the side of the bus waiting for the driver to unload our bags and all the kit from the luggage compartment. We were quiet now, and sleepy after th...
Part 3 (trouble comes to paradise) To all those who are about to read this and haven't already read part 1 and 2: stories are always better if you start at the beginning. ;) Hint hint. At all the others: welcome back, I've missed you. :) Chapter 11 Eventually I got to meet Rebecca's friends that weekend any way. We were showing each other our favo...
"How do you know her?" I asked Sara. "I've known her for a while. We play backgammon. She's fun. You'll like her," she said. Sara was one of my best friends. We'd known each other for years online and had become like sisters. In the years to come, we would meet and her husband would become one of my best friends also. But I digress . . . As best friends...
Of all the colors she could have worn that day, Uma chose to go with peach. "I wish I'd left you at your aunt's house more often. She would have taught you how to dress like a bride- to-be". Uma could almost hear what her mother would have said if she'd seen her. Thankfully, Uma was alone. She'd just hopped down from the bus and was standing in front of a 'C...
The bus ride was long. You seemed to have been traveling for days. But in reality it was more like hours. Six to be exact. For the last five of those hours only trees have gone by. Your parents had sent you away this summer against your will. They were taking their own vacation this summer and they didn't trust you at home by yourself. You couldn't really bl...
Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. All characters in the story are at least 18 years old. * * * * * It was a dreary May morn when Alice first suspected her daughter Amy was a lesbian. Amy had dated a few boys in high school but it seemed as soon as...
I was becoming frustrated and tired. It was stuffy in the little office with the door closed, and I was starting to get a headache from the long drinking session. I was also desperately aroused and all I could think about was what it would be like to kiss her. She and I had spent an hour dancing around each other in ever decreasing circles and I was dizzy fr...
A swim. I was really looking forward to a swim. The day was hot and sultry with no sign of a breeze, and the next cool change seemed to be days off. It had been a hot, steamy Sydney summer, the past month been made hotter and steamier for me because it had been the month of the gay and lesbian Mardi Gras. In March each year, the city throbs to a queer beat,...
It was one of my usual weekend trips to Brighton. After a hectic week in London, Brighton was the place for me to relax. I knew no one in London by the Sea as its called. As I boarded the bus at Victoria Coach Station, I noted one open seat next to a young lady sitting by the window in the last row. "May I," I asked her. She smiled at me with approval, as...