Caroline and Her Lovers - Ch. 1
Written by Aoife
A/N - Please enjoy this Sapphic fictional story. It may be presented and submitted in different genres. Please know this story centers around the love of another woman, the Lesbian genre, but there may be a chapter or two which might be posted under BDSM. If so, it will be light BDSM as our protagonist builds her harem.
Any references to any person(s) real or fictional were not international and are of pure coincidence. Enjoy!
Ken and I completed five interviews for the new Network and Cyber Security internship program. We had just finished a conversation with our HR Representative and walked back to Ken's office. I couldn't help but smile as things were coming to fruition and the next chapter of my life had started.
"Caroline" Ken said to me, "I know which students I like and which I had positive vibes from, but this is your decision. Let's build a team which no company could ever rival, starting with Annalise, replacing Jason."
I wholeheartedly agreed with him. I smiled and thanked him for his mentorship and guidance over these past years. I closed his office door heading back to mine. I was thrilled to know that I was on the best path forward not only for my career but my personal life.
As I drove home that night I felt amazing having had that conversation with Ken. I called Pet as I prepared to pull out from the parking lot. "Yes Miss?"
"We shall dine out tonight, a light celebration of sorts. Casual but comfortable clothing, you know what I like."
"Yes Miss, i will care for it and be prepared for when You arrive." The call ended, I turned on my playlist making my way home.
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I work my ass off for John, Ken, and for my team for two simple reasons. The first is respect. Since coming to work with John and directly for Ken in the Network and Cyber Security team I have been a team player, and that will never end. I am success driven not only for the company but for me. The team sees how hard I work and have gained that respect but I give it first before I expect it in return.
The second is the culture. We have fun, we are always positive, we play hard, we joke and laugh but we have a culture that starts with John. Everyone has great ideas and is their own person and everyone will respect who that person is. It is expected that everyone is open and honest and doesn't pass judgment regardless of who they are and what they do as long as it is legal.
My upbringing and the challenges of my youth and college years molded me into the person and professional I am today. The challenges I overcame and how I went about facing those challenges defined me, made me resilient, steadfast in my beliefs. I explain this so you understand who I am and what I strive for and why.
It took a long time for me to learn who I was and what I would become. In the back of my mind, that woman was always there. She just needed maturing.
Allow me to take you back a bit and fill in my history and background. Let me begin by saying many years ago, well it wasn't that many, when I graduated from Georgia Tech there were nine women in my Computer Science and Information Technology program. Nine! Let me tell you, it is my goal and mission in life to take care of as many women who now choose this career field for themselves.
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Growing up the only daughter of a Southern Baptist preacher in Pooler, GA was a challenge. What made it worse were the two older and one younger brother which I grew up with. As far back as far as I could remember, our family life revolved around church. Sunday morning we were up at 6:00 for a family breakfast, we left the house at 7:30 for services at 9:00. At Noon we were back setting up for some type of church sponsored event which ran until 3:00. After cleaning up, there was 5:00 pm church service. We were usually home at 9:00 pm.
On Wednesday nights we had prayer service and afterwards there was always a member social with cookies and drinks. After cleaning up, it was off to home for school work when it was completed, I was off to bed.
Other afternoons after school and sometimes into the early evening, the boys tended to yard work, I was inside with mother cleaning, doing laundry and learning how to cook. There was usually thirty minutes of news on the television, a sitcom with our parents there watching them off to be.
When I turned eleven, my mother had "the conversation" with me about being a woman. I wasn't
that
innocent, school girl's talk.
When I turned thirteen my father and mother spoke to me about boys, temptation, sin, and the dreaded pregnancy mishaps of her friends, and those others who were no longer in the church. I didn't want to be like
those
girls and be a shame to the family.
I was respectful and listened to them; I obeyed them as any child growing up in the 1980's would. I dreamed of life after high school. I would leave here for college and then do what I wanted and love how I wanted, seeing in my mind what my family would look like.
Like any young girl, I had the ideal wedding planned in my mind. I knew the dress I wanted to wear, the flowers I wanted to hold in my hands, the hymns I wanted sung. I knew what the bridesmaids dresses would like, and of course the images of my father walking me down the aisle. The only small hiccup, there wouldn't be a man waiting for me at the end of the aisle.
You see, I wanted another woman waiting for me at the end of the aisle with the preacher. From the earliest days of high school I could remember, I never thought of being with a boy. Their looks and the conversations which I had with them were bland in my heart. I wasn't excited to see a boy or to have one meet me after a class. Yes there were a few who did and tried. I was polite and kind but softly accepting their walk or conversation but gently rejected any advance for anything deeper. That secret kept in my Southern Baptist soul, for now.
To see the beauty of a girlfriend or another female waiting to chat with me, or walk to class or to sit with me during lunch, oh yes! The thrill she brought to my heart. I would tremble inside. I would get goosebumps. I would get that feeling in my stomach of nerves that were just uncontrollably amazing.
Yes, so you see, I would walk down the aisle seeing my best woman, my maid of honor and the bridesmaid's women. It would be another woman standing there waiting on me. And that woman would be Patricia. Oh yes, I wanted to wed Patricia Ann Mills. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my poor sorrowful eyes on. And my heart skipped a beat every time we accidentally touched hands or hugged like high school girls did.
That wondrous thought would soon disappear as I was brought back to reality. My father would never allow me to love or marry another woman and he certainly wouldn't walk me down the aisle to do so. I was always brought back to reality and would continue on with my chores, with my studies. I still dreamed of the big city of Atlanta and my dreams of Georgia Technical Institute and studying Computer Science.
My school life progressed, and as I entered the spring semester of my junior year in high school, I had a conversation with my father about where I wanted to attend college. Georgia Tech was number one on my list simply because of their computer science program. My father was pushing and demanded for me to apply to Mercer and Brewer, both Baptist colleges. I scrunch my nose at that for which I received a stern warning about who was paying the bills.
And so I applied. I moved into my senior year. We visited and were escorted around and returned home. I have aspirations as did my father, but they were vastly different. Thanksgiving and then Christmas came and went, as did New Years. Each day I checked the mailbox and my excite.com email for anything. I waited with anticipation to see when I would get my letters of acceptance.
We came home from school on Ash Wednesday, there was going to be a long service at church tonight as it is the beginning of the Lenten season. I walked in the door from school with my brothers, my mother was standing there with a smile on her face as she said to me, I had received a letter of acceptance from Mercer College and I had received a letter of acceptance from Georgia Tech.
I was ecstatic. I was the happiest I had ever been in my life, my dreams of going to Georgia Tech were coming to fruition, and I was absolutely excited. That night after services when I came home my father wanted to discuss my options. He was purely only interested in me going to a Baptist college. I discussed with him for hours and hours sharing with him my desire for the computer program at Georgia Tech.
It was a long discussion but after promising him that I would never break his rules, we agreed. I was going to Georgia Tech!
There was excitement mixed with sorrow. I would move away to college, spread my wings, learn new things but I would miss my family, my brothers, my friends, and Patty Ann. We all enjoyed one last picnic at the church; it was the parish members, the seniors and invited guests. I was of course, on my best behavior.
As the evening soon came and the hot August sun lowered down past the horizon, I was able to accomplish one small thing to close the book on this chapter of my life.
I found Patty Ann walking towards another group of friends and I grabbed her hand and smiled. "Quick come with me please. I need to share something with you."
I smiled and nodded and so did she. We ran out behind the church into the tree line. I was watching, not a soul was looking. I made sure of it. Once concealed by the trees, we stopped and I turned to her, trembling as I held her hands tight.
"You will think I am a bad girl but I have wanted this for years, Patty Ann."
I let go of her hands and she looked at me quizzically. I was trembling but I put my hands on her waist and moved closer to her. I started to close my eyes. When I saw zero hesitation from her and leaned forward kissing her soft plump lips.
I stepped closer, wrapping my hands around her. Our clothed breasts touched, both our breathing increased. My nerves weren't as bad now as I opened my lips to kiss her deeper. I felt her relax as her arms wrapped around me. We both hummed quietly as our kiss ended.