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Just A Tiny Spark

Date: 8/12/2015, Categories: Fiction, Author: LushStories, Rating: 83.3, Source: sexstories.com

that I’m… a lesbian… myself.” God. This was the hardest thing I had ever done in my life. Yet, the moment that I said those words, a huge load toppled from my shoulders, and the relief washed over me in waves. Somehow, a flood of tears made its way down my cheeks, but it didn’t deter me. “Thank you!” Even through the veil of tears I saw her race around the counter, and a second later I was pulled into the tightest hug I had ever felt. It was glorious. While my body still fought with the intensity of my emotions and trembled and sniffled, feeling her against me like this, her chest tight against mine, our hips touching, made my heart soar. A dam inside me had broken, and had I been able to speak, I would have shouted my love for her. Instead, I let myself be held by her and cherished every second. Slowly, my trembles ebbed, and we slowly extricated ourselves. Her hands stayed on my hips, and she looked me up and down while I rubbed my eyes and pulled a hanky from my pocket to blow my nose. “Come with me,” she prompted, putting a hand on my lower back and steering me around the counter and through the door to the office. A little later I found myself on a comfy couch and with a cup of steaming hot cocoa in my hand that she had apparently magicked into existence. Or prepared while I was busy blowing my nose and wiping away streaks of mascara. Though I liked the first explanation more. I giggled. The couch dipped next to me, and I found her looking at me with an amazed ... expression. “You’re really something, Molly Miller,” she told me with a tone that sent goosebumps up my spine. “How?” I asked, surprised. “I never told you… oh! Silly me.” Of course she knew my full name. It was on my library card, and she read it every time she scanned a book for me. “You really found out through the book?” God, how I loved to hear her voice. “Mhm.” I nodded. “In a way. I think deep inside I knew something was different. But… when I read the book, it was the first time that I allowed myself to feel that way.” I saw her open her mouth, but there was something that needed to be said before I could get second thoughts. My mouth grew dry, but I had to press on. “It was the first time that I acknowledged that I’ve fallen in love with a woman.” There was a short pause. I could almost see the wheels spin in Mrs. Henderson’s head, and my choice of words didn’t go unnoticed. She gave me a coy grin. “And who is the lucky… woman?” The floor dropped from under me. I felt like falling and spinning, but with the last air in my lungs I gasped my answer. “You.” The trembling was back, tenfold. She stared into my eyes, her own full of wonder, disbelief - and something else, something I couldn’t identify. I thought the world would explode when she reached out with a hand that trembled just as hard as mine and brushed a stray ringlet of hair from my face. I forgot to breathe. Where she touched my cheek, burning fire flared up and burned its way, all through my body, until it reached my ...