Part two Sister or Aunt the story of Leslie
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In Part One, we found Leslie living in abject poverty deserted due to her mother's perfidy and infidelity.
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As a freshman at Seattle University I shared a room with a freshman Lydia Bale a tall woman with strawberry blonde hair and we both did cross country in this our first fall and would probably run ten thousand meters in the spring season. The girl I'd run against in the state's had decided to go to another school.
Lydia wanted to be a nurse and I was pursuing Mathematics, with a double concentration in Education. We were pared as running mates for training purposes, we stretched (Coach did Yoga routines) and ran our intervals. She confided in me and I did too. She was empathetic and intuitive, kind and the more I was around her the more I fell in love with her.
She was in love with a boy at home, who was a year younger than her, but a great athlete as a football player and she was worried some pretty girl would steal him from her. If he didn't text her some night, she'd cry her self to sleep. Then the text would arrive early the next day and she was euphoric.
One afternoon we were running slow intervals over tens and talking and Lydia said,
"There's a weekend festival on campus with some bands and food booths and dancing, are you going to go?"
I murmured, "Oh no I have mid-terms next week and need to study and I'm going to see Grammie."
She said, "Do you think Danny's cute? If it weren't for my Jake, well, he HAS asked me out already, but I said no and he said that he thought you were gorgeous, would you be interested?"
I said, "Lyds I've never ever been on a date ever, I'd be scared to death, I have no clothes or shoes, plus Grammie."
She kept teasing me in a sweet way, but it was torture for me. In fact it felt like I was dying. Couldn't she even tell how much I loved her? I stared into her eyes every day as we talked and laughed and giggled. When she touched me, on my arm or hand, my heart pounded.
Our campus began where Madison and Broadway intersected, First Hill and Capital Hill came together. Around campus there was nothing but queer and lesbian bars and cafes, on the weekends queer couples strolled hand in hand or with kids.
Campus, however, was a Jesuit redoubt with priests, nuns and lesser clergy. Not all professors or teacher's assistants were clergy and there were lesbians amongst them. We all had gaydar and just one look and you knew.
I was petrified that someone would out me and I'd expelled and lose my scholarship. I wanted to confide in Lyds, but was heartsick that she'd reject me, or be revolted or out me. We'd sit on either hers or my bed and talked and laughed and she'd lean into me as she laughed and my body would react. My nipples would get hard as a rock and I'd get so wet. I could smell myself which caused my heart to pound and I'd get wetter.
We'd finally lay down to sleep and I'd wait until she was asleep and then as quietly as possible I'd rub myself and pinch my nipples and so very quickly I would orgasm and bite my lips to keep from moaning.
The Saturday of the festival I left very early and went to the cafeteria and had a mushroom omelet with bacon and sausage, toast and cream cheese and peanut butter.
I was fifteen pounds heavier than last spring and the added weight seemed to go to my ass and thighs and my breasts were bigger too (DD-Cups). I weighed one hundred and forty pounds now.
Coach thought that I should weigh one fifty to one sixty and it would help my speed. I needed new clothes and I would shop the dollar store, but needed bras and panties too.
I had a smart phone now and I googled women's wear, lingerie and found this place called Pretty Parlor and now I had a debit card so I got an uber and it was down the hill a bit and I got there when it opened. There were gowns and wedding dresses and even some fur coats. My heart fell as this was obviously and I started to turn around.
My wrist was grabbed by this beautiful hand and I stopped and looked at the hand which held me. Her fingers were long and thin and so feminine. Lilac nail extensions, (she was queer like me!!!) I looked up into her face and she was stunningly beautiful, in her early thirties with high cheek bones auburn hair with bangs and curled inward about an inch below her ears and this long, beautiful neck.
She was wearing these earrings that dangled and at the end were two linked hoops each with a positive sign, that is to say she was out and screaming she belonged to another woman.
"Can I help you?"
I bit my lip as I stared at her eyes. I couldn't think straight and I blurted, "Sweet Jesus."
She smiled and said, "Are you in the closet still?"