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Lesbian Erotica Preview: The
Sequel (The Story of
Rachel and Vicky)
by P. Kristen Enos
(Originally posted January 31, '10. All rights
reserved.)
Author's Comments: I decided to post the
parts online as I write them to force myself
to actually commit to the story, otherwise it'll
continue to be lost in the massive shuffle of
projects in my brain. Plus, after seeing the
web hits report for the site so far, it's clear what
projects people REALLY want me to spend time on.
(You people are so predictable.)
Keep in
mind, this is a draft of what to expect. The
final version that will be published (and what I
will ultimately keep as the official site teaser) is
very much up to revisions.
Oh, and
if you're expecting a repeat story of "Deseo", I'm
not interested in doing the frustrated straight
woman having first time lesbian encounter again.
So be prepared for something very different because
this is another type of story to tell. :)
Prologue
“Beep! Beep!” Rachel
yelled as she maneuvered the dolly of boxes through
the maze of barely organized chaos in the apartment.
She took advantage of the momentarily empty hallway
to her target room. “Delivery of lesbo porn coming
through!”
She almost sucked in her
tongue upon seeing the mother of said owner of porn
standing in the middle of the bedroom with an armful
of clothes. Before she could explain that she
was kidding (even though she wasn’t) and that she
hadn’t expected them to arrive this soon, she was
frozen by the pointed look from over those elegant
glasses.
Maggie gave a casual nod
towards the closet and said dryly, “Put it over
there. With everything else she tries to hide from
me.”
Rachel knew better than
to comment as she flashed a weak smile and did what
she was told.
She glanced over at the
woman and noted yet again she was a twenty-year
older version of her best friend. From the
elegant, pretty features to the deadpan style.
Realizing that this was
the first time the two had been alone in the day of
flurried activity, Rachel remarked, “It seems the
last time I saw you and Rob was when Vicky had moved
in with Carla.”
“Oh, I know that,” the
older woman remarked. “I should invite you to
an event that isn’t related to moving my daughter’s
possessions. How many times has it been now?
Seven or eight? Over, what, ten years or so?”
“Something like that,”
she answered, not wanting to bother trying to figure
it out. “She told me that she was tired of
moving so I think she’ll be settled for a while.”
“And that’s the only
reason why I’m glad she moved in by herself,” she
commented as she moved the boxes marked ‘clothes’
closer to the dressers. “It’s tiring trying to
determine if she has a roommate with a capitol ‘R’ or
a little ‘r’. And when I figure it out, it
changes! And then it changes again!”
Rachel had to stifle a
snort of a laugh. “And you’re not concerned
about her living by herself?”
“Of course I am.
That mom thing, you know. -- And how are
things with you and… um --?”
“I’m currently single,”
Rachel quickly answered before suffering the
awkwardness of a guess that could be a couple of
names too old.
“Well then, why don’t
you move in with her again?” Maggie suddenly
suggested, the speed of her question being the only
indication of true enthusiasm.
“I can’t. I’m
committed to a lease with my roommates… Little
‘r’s.”
Maggie gave her a slight
smirk. “I thought so since the word was
plural.”
“True,” Rachel said
verbally even though she thought ‘Not necessarily.’
As progressive as Maggie was, she didn’t think the
older woman was going to be as understanding with
the thought of three person relationships.
“But if things go sour
with my roommates when the lease is up, Vicky did
offer for me to move in to the second bedroom.”
“Well, then there’s
something to look forward to.”
“Hey!” her husband’s
voice bellowed through the apartment. “All
hands are needed for the couch! This includes
women, of all orientations and levels of butchness!”
The women exchanged a
look and a smile at their cue to help.
~0~
Chapter 1
Rachel snuck a peak over
the menu and then silently chuckled to herself when
she realized she really didn’t have to be so
stealth. Her dinner companion can be quite
oblivious when she’s focused on a task, even one so
seemingly simple as deciding on which meal to
choose.
Vicky, the other woman
in question, sat with her eyes completely focused on
the menu, methodically reading each word of the
descriptions before deciding if an entrée was worth
putting on her “possible” list for revisiting before
a final decision. Freshly showed from a day of
moving activities, she was at her most simple public
presentation: her light brown hair pulled back in a
ponytail and very little make-up to compliment her
button up shirt and jeans. No overly done hair
and make-up. No perfectly dry-cleaned
corporate look.
Rachel had to admit that
she liked Vicky best when she looked like this.
Focusing back on the
task at hand, Rachel put the menu down and teased,
“You know, including dessert, I’ve calculated that
you’re only paying me about $2 an hour for helping
you move.”
Vicky immediately peered
up at her over the menu and stated simply, “Well,
then if you want to go to a more expensive place,
decide now before I set my mind on something.”
Her tone was so precise
that anyone else would think she was serious and
defensive. But Rachel knew her long-time
friend better than that and grinned in triumph. “I
think you owe me a movie too.”
Vicky rolled her eyes
and returned to focusing them on the menu. Yet
she did add, “Another time then. I don’t think
I have it in me for too long of a night.”
“Me neither,” Rachel
said as she let out a small yawn.
The noise attracted
Vicky's attention and she now looked genuinely
concerned. “Are you certain you want to stay?
We can always do take-out instead. At least, I
think they do take-out.”
“I’m fine.
Besides, I wanted to go out for dinner because the
boxes were making me claustrophobic.”
“That’s a very
interesting comment given your own sense of domestic
organization.”
Rachel grinned at the
tease. “That’s why I like visiting you.
It reminds me what an organized home should look
like.”
“Ladies? Can I take your
drink orders now?” the waiter asked, with his eyes
focused on Vicky, as expected.
Rachel got a certain
kick out of watching people interact with her
friend. Vicky was naturally stunning but
genuinely oblivious to it.
“Rach, have you decided
what you want to drink?”
“I’ll take a bottle of
your most popular local brew.”
The waiter nodded and
wrote it down. “And for you, miss?”
Vicky arched an eyebrow
at the title but quickly answered, “Same.”
“And are you ready to
order an appetizer or a dinner?”
“Ask us again when you
return with our drinks,” Vicky said simply, giving
him her most pleasant smile.
The young man blushed a
bit and turned away to do what he was told.
Rachel waited until he
was out of earshot but commenting with a wiggle of
her eyebrows, “Wow, he was taken with you."
“Was he?” Vicky asked as
she took a sip of water but a faint blush appeared
on her cheeks. “Sometimes I think you imagine
things.”
- To
be continued... -
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