1. Just A Tiny Spark


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

    lips. Later, she straddled me, holding up one of my legs, and we gyrated our slippery, needy pussies against each other. The air whistled through our teeth while we climbed towards release hand in hand, and then popping sounds filled the air and the room was bathed in flickering, colored light. We came together at the turn of the year, and our hearts beat in time with each other’s. It was a magical moment, and we both cried while we kissed and rode out the wonderful little aftershocks. * * * * I threw a stone into the pond, but it made barely a splash. Joanna had been right, it was incredibly hard to let go. It had been eight weeks now, and I still missed her so much. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed movement, and I almost gasped when I saw that I wasn’t alone on the bench anymore. A girl a few years older than me had sat down next to me, but I had been so deep in thought that I had completely missed it. She wore a runner’s outfit, skin-tight black pants and a loose, dark grey sweater. Her blonde hair was done up in a ponytail, but she wasn’t sweating or panting the slightest bit. “I’m Pat. Patricia, but everyone calls me Pat.” She held out her hand. I hesitantly took it. “I’m…” “...Molly, I know. Erin told me I could find you here.” I eyed her warily. "Should I know you?" I was sure I had never seen her before. “Joanne called me and asked me to see if you’re alright.” I couldn’t hide the stab of pain at hearing her name. “I’m alright, really,” I answered, though ...
    probably not very convincing. Pat sighed. “It hurts, huh? Do you have someone with who you can talk about it?” I threw another stone and nodded. “Erin. Her sister’s gay too.” “That’s good. But if you need someone else to talk to, just a place to hang out or if you want to meet like minded people, call me or simply drop by.” When she didn’t continue, I looked over and saw her hold out a business card with a rainbow in the corner. I took it and gave it a glance. “Rainbow Center? So, everybody there’s…” “Lesbian, Gay, Queer, Transgender, Bisexual, and probably a thousand things in between. The one thing you can sure of, nobody there will judge you.” I thought back to last week. Jen had overheard one of my talks with Erin and totally freaked, throwing accusations of ‘ogling her’ my way. Erin had calmed her down enough to keep her from blabbing to everyone else, but she had switched rooms and started to ignore me whenever we met. It was probably only a question of time until her tongue loosened. “Thank you, Pat. I may need a safe place soon.” “Everybody needs one.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Call any time, even if its the middle of the night.” For the first time in weeks, a true smile spread over my lips. “I will.” “Take care. See you soon.” “You too.” She was gone as quickly as she had come. I looked down at the card. Eight weeks. Perhaps I should go down to the Olde Bookhouse one of these days. Alice had told me that she worked every Sunday until summer. “Alice.” The name flowed ...
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