1. The Last Flight. Chapter 27


    Date: 8/31/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Annamagique, Rating: 8, Source: LushStories

    She returned her fork to the plate and reached across, placing her hand upon mine. “I am happy too, Sweetheart,” she paused, “But come on, don't let it get cold!” I chuckled quietly and returned to my meal. She was wonderful. From then on, we chatted as we ate, learning little things about each other and very quickly I began to realise that, although we were from very different backgrounds, we had so much in common. I had an abusive father, she an abusive husband. She had tried to compete with the men around her in much the same way as I had tried to attract those around me and while I had tried to win love by giving myself to easily, she had tried to find validation by emulating and flirting coarsely and shamelessly but the one thing that resulted for both of us was that we were both very unhappy. Something that neither of us had realised until that fateful day when our lives had literally collided. The hours passed unnoticed and it was only when the candle on the table suddenly flickered and died, plunging us into almost total darkness, that we realised how late it had got. “I think it is time for bed, Karen,” Jemima stated the obvious, laughing, as I fumbled my way to the light switch by the door. “I will just wash these plates and then we can go up,” I said as I took the plates to the sink and ran some hot water from the water heater above it. “Leave them,” she said, “I will do them in the ...
    morning whilst you are at work.” “That is very kind but I would rather do them now. They are very greasy and I don't like leaving the kitchen untidy. They will only take a minute.” “All right,” she chuckled, picking up the neatly folded tea towel from the rail in front of the sink, “Then I will dry.” Minutes later, after I had wiped around the sink and ensured that everything was clean and tidy, we climbed the stairs together. All the fears I had felt about her upbringing and how she would judge me and my home were gone. Money was no longer an issue and even if she did have any thoughts about it, she kept them to herself and made me feel equal and at ease. At the top of the stairs I bid her make herself at home whilst I went to get some clean sheets from the cupboard. “Karen, there is no need to change your sheets for me,” she began. “Oh, no,” I protested, “I don't expect you to sleep in unwashed bedding. It won't take a minute to change.” She looked nervously at me. “I know this may sound a little odd but I would like to sleep in your sheets. If you don't mind, of course. I want to feel close to you.” She paused before adding, “Is that strange?” I smiled. “No, Jemima, not strange at all. In fact...” I took her hand and gazed directly into her beautiful deep brown eyes, “It makes me very happy indeed that you want me so much.” and I pulled her gently to me and kissed her tenderly. To be continued...
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