Author's Note:
First I need to get this out of the way, yes this story is about Lesbians, no it does not belong in the Lesbian Sex section because (unless there is a serious change in direction further down the line) the sex is mostly going to take place "off camera". The reason being I'm a guy and the mechanics of the act between two women are lost on me. I don't want to describe the most clunky, awkward sex scene ever written and then have the main character say it was amazing.
I also feel the need to justify the title, I have been scratching around in my comically undersized brain for a decent title for the last four days. I failed to come up with one. In desperation I went into iTunes and went through every song in my "writing" play list, this was the first song I came across that was anything like suitable. Speaking of which, you should go to youtube and search for "Your Hand In Mine" right now because it is an incredible piece of music.
Go on, I'll wait.
You done? Good.
Finally, (yes, I know I've been rambling on now for a while, I'm almost done.) I'm not sure how fast progress will be on this. I'm writing it because I am going through a huge case of writer's block, I figure if I try and write something new, not just a new project but something completely new to me, it might help. As such, if the block goes and progress on my other projects picks up again then this story will take a back seat.
Thanks for listening to my rambling on and thanks for opening this and making the view counter go up by one. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
WriterMonkey.
Cassie woke up slowly like an old computer booting up, parts of her brain one by one started working. She noticed first that sunlight was streaming through the window, casting a pink glow on her still closed eyelids. The next thing she became aware of was a headache that would slay a walrus, she was sure she would spend most of the day hungover. Finally she realised she had a dull ache in her right big toe. She remembered accidentally kicking the door last night when she stumbled through it with.... Shit.
She opened her eyes and looked to her left and yep, sure enough there was the woman she picked up in the bar last night.
"So much for no more one night stands." She said quietly to herself. She slid slowly out from under the covers desperately trying not to wake up whoever it was that was asleep in her bed. The name Dawn rang a bell but she didn't know for sure. She collected underwear, a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top and headed to the bathroom. Luckily the rest of her housemates were still in bed, probably just as hungover as she was. The only difference was that they didn't have yet another huge mistake laying in their bed. Well, Karl probably did. She stood under the warm water for a long while letting the flow ease the knotted muscles in her back and the stress of her indiscretion last night. Then she remembered that she was paying for the gas and the water and quickly washed and got out of the shower. She wrapped her towel around her slight frame and inspected herself in the mirror.
Her red hair stopped just above her shoulders, she ran her fingers through her fringe draping it across her forehead. On a mad impulse a week ago she'd bleached the bangs framing her face, she still couldn't decide if the white streaks looked good or not. She was short, just under five feet tall. The rest of her was proportionately small, she'd felt robbed when her breasts stopped growing at a B cup. She had emerald green eyes set above a small button nose and slender lips. The best she could say about herself was that she was cute, she would never be gorgeous or sexy. She was cute. She sighed, cursing her lousy genetics, dried and got dressed.
Cassie lived in a house with five other students in Leicester, England. Her room was on the first floor of the two storey house, near the front door. It had its advantages, it meant she had a huge window, but it also meant she heard every noise on the street outside. Cassie opened the door to her room and saw Dawn (or maybe it was Danielle, she wasn't sure) scrambling around half dressed, looking for the rest of her clothes. Dawn (Or Danielle) gasped in shock as Cassie walked in, she grabbed the duvet and covered her chest with it. Cassie cast her gaze down to try and avoid more embarrassment and there, in front of her was Dawn's blouse. Cassie picked it up, handed it to her and turned around while Dawn put it on. Dawn (it might actually have been Deanna) was a seriously attractive woman, Cassie wondered briefly how she'd managed to pull such a stunner. She was tall, blonde and leggy with lovely breasts, a C cup Cassie guessed. When Dawn was dressed she slipped out without saying anything to Cassie, embarrassment painted on her face.
"Smooth," Cassie heard a mocking voice say from the living room. Cassie walked through the living room to the kitchen and put the kettle on, trying her best to ignore Karl's snickering. She got a mug from her cupboard and swore when she remembered that she ran out of coffee.
"It's alright, use mine," Karl said. He got up and wrote 'coffee' on the shopping list Cassie kept stuck to her cupboard door.
"I don't even know her name, how bad is that?" Cassie said.
"Cass, take pride in the fact that she sure as hell knows yours." Karl said with a smirk.
"What?"
