1. Every Sign I Read is Wrong, Baby


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: puddleduck, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    into hall, but I rushed to my room, ran to the basin to splash water on my face to stop the nausea. I looked at myself in the mirror. My face was pale, almost green, but what caught my eye was my black dress. I could clearly see a trail of white splodges starting just above my waist and reaching my neckline. I leaned over the basin and was sick till I was retching air. * But I was wrong about one thing. It wasn’t the worst day of my life. The next day was. That was the day you found out what had happened. The wanker told you, though he probably made most of it up; I’ve told as much as I can of the truth. But anyway you didn’t even knock on my door that evening. You ran in and the door pretty much banged off its hinges. I didn’t recognise you: the mascara had smudged like a charcoal drawing down the side of your cheeks. Your eyes were wet and you stood there right in the middle of the room with your fists clenched and shouted, “How could you, how could you?” My tummy lurched and all I could think of to say was, “It’s not what you think.” But I couldn’t say more. I couldn’t articulate that it was you I wanted to be close to. I thought you would hit me for my vanity. I deserved it. You stood there for a few more seconds and I’ve never seen anyone so angry. “Well what is it?” you screamed. “ WHAT EXACTLY IS IT? ” You turned and slammed the door. I burst into tears. We haven’t spoken since. * But today something happened at lunch that might have changed everything. You know ...
    Taylor. She's in your class in History. Well today she came up behind me at the canteen, slapped me on the shoulder and just said in my ear, “So are you two shagging yet?” “What?” I said. I mean I’d never really spoken to Taylor before. It was a bit of an odd question. “You and your girlfriend.” “I don’t have a girlfriend.” “You know who I mean.” “I’m sorry I don’t.” Taylor was like: “Come on. Yes you do. She’s got a fucking massive crush on you.” I blinked and said, “Oh don’t be so stupid.” She said, “I can tell. Take it from a fat fucking lesbian. I should know. She’s one of us.” She closed her right eye slowly. It was possibly the slowest and most knowing wink I’d ever seen. “And you are too.” I was startled. I know you’ll think me naive, but up to that point it had never entered my mind that Taylor was a lesbian, never mind me. I’d taken her at a distant face value. I thought her red cropped hair and penchant for heavy make-up and army wear was a style thing. But saying I was one too? Of course I reddened. She was still going on, like a lion that knew its prey was slowing. “Come on," she said. "Reading fucking love fucking poetry to each other? For fuck’s sake.” Taylor’s vocabulary of swear words may be a narrow seam, but she mines it thoroughly. And I was like, “I have a boyfriend.” I sounded so prim. It was clear I was pinned down, wounded. But I still wriggled. “Anyway, I don’t know where you get your ideas from, but I haven’t spoken to her for nearly a month.” She said, “I ...
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