(Author's note: All of these stories are intended for a very specific audience—lesbians who've had problems with religious beliefs, and their overwhelming desire to love another woman. The mental and emotional stress they have been subjected to, while wholly unnecessary and erroneous, still takes its toll on those so afflicted.
These stories were meant to reach lesbians, thus though they have much religious text in them, they would most likely not be seen by most lesbians if placed in the Essay category. Beside that, they all are set as stories, thus placement in the Lesbian category. If you still wish to read them, please keep these items in mind.
All citations are accurate within the bibles (King James Version and New Revised Standard Version, plus some from The Catholic Bible) they are taken from, and you are welcome to verify all of it. In fact, I hope you do verify it all as it will lead you, if you need it, to the truth of the lies we are told, and an understanding of how those lies are affecting so many, and in so many ways. Also, the historical evidence is also known as accurate, and you are welcome to verify that as well. Sola Veritas! Thank you.)
(Reading note: All of these stories are about lesbians who have had problems—great or small—with religion in their church and/or religious family, as well as how religion was being used to shame lesbians with much believed lies. The stories are best understood, and make more sense if read in sequence of submission, which is: The Devil's Gateway, parts 1 and 2; Fortune's Wiles, parts 1 and 2; Liv's Legacy: Anise; Liv's Legacy: Paula, part 1 and 2. Thank you.)
Chapter 1
I was crazy about her. It was the first time I saw her, and she made me tingle all over, and had my pussy raging and about to soak my panties.
"Who's that gorgeous red head?" I asked May.
"The one with the soft curls?"
"Uh-huh."
"Erin. Erin O'Dea. Hell of a set she'd got, huh? The bitch is a tease though. Everyone wants some of that, but nobody knows anyone that's had her, at least not yet. She always leaves alone as far as anyone knows."
"Nobody, huh?"
"Uh-uh. Nobody—yet!"
Soft curls on a teasing bitch, huh? She was everything I wanted from what my heart and pussy were telling me, not to mention my eyes. Lord, she was fantastic. To go with her soft curls, she had shorts that were pretty form fitting. When she danced, and spun around, I could see that they cupped her ass showing it was perfectly round, molding her as if in invitation, and every bit as sassy as she was. If that's all that there was about her, it wouldn't be so bad—just excruciatingly terrible for me and my aching pussy.
Oh, lord, she was something.
"Can't quit looking, can you, Jen?" May asked, grinning.
"Can anybody?"
"Not that I know of, at least not anybody alive, that is. Like I said, everyone wants some of that pussy."
That made me feel good. Maybe I would have a chance somewhere along the line. As I thought, I was staring at her thighs, noticing her musculature and tone, not to mention skin color like I had never seen. Legs were my thing, that was for sure, but she definitely had much more to go with her fabulous legs.
Yeah, she had everything, but it was her thighs that were like Circe's sirens to me. Have you ever seen a woman with thighs that did nothing but glue your eyes to them? Maybe it was the dancer in me that appreciated her legs so much. And speaking of dancing, she could dance. I liked that; it made her thighs show up more, made her even sexier. Dream stuff for sure.
"Hey, your tongue is on the table," May cackled.
I smiled, and came back to earth, to my drink, and wondered... One never knew.
I had stayed with May for the first two weeks I was in town until I found my own place. She was a good friend of my cousin, Amy, who knew I was a lesbian. Amy talked to May, and she let me crash with her. It was a good thing for me since May turned out to be a good friend, and no, we didn't get it on with each other though she was a lesbian too.
May is good looking, kind of delicious, I guess, but the chemistry wasn't there for either of us. A hug and kiss hello and goodbye was good for us, or even a spontaneous hug every now and then, but that was it.
"Well, she seems to have a good circle of friends," I noticed.
"That she has. Always! If not for that, I'd of tried to get a dance with her, but she seems quite content and always has a full dance card, if you know what I mean."
That was true; she was very active on the dance floor, and May was right, she seemed content, and never did seem to mind, or maybe it was not noticing, all the lust in her friend's eyes. She was all fun and dance.
"Girl, you either need to dance or get the hell out of here before people start to think you peed in your panties."
I turned sharply to see May grinning up a storm. "That bad?"
"Uh-huh, that bad. Come on, babe," she said, getting up.
We went to the dance floor, and soon I forgot my lust for the red headed Erin. There's something about dancing that can make you to feel like you're either lost, or you found where you belong. The dance floor was like that for me.
"Holy fuck, you sure as shit can dance," May said, admiring my moves.
I smiled. Dancing, for me, was my perfect match; we were made for each other. We danced several dances, and when we were done, a few of the gals applauded. I had no idea anyone was watching.
"We dance anymore and you'll have a lot of friends. Where'd you learn to dance, girl?"
"I used to dance some; took lessons before I was a teen."
"Fan-fucking-tastic, girl," May said, a little awed.
"Anyway, it makes you thirsty, huh?"
"Yeah. Me too."
May got us another round, and I went back to my drooling over my red headed dream girl.
Later, we had a few more dances, and sure enough, a few of the others stopped by to express their appreciation for me, and to let me know they'd like to have one if I felt like it. I danced away feeling my joy in it.
* * * *
"What the fuck, I take a new friend out to dance, and now everyone wants to be her friend," May kidded with me. "Wanna come in for a drink, or spend the night?"
There was no hint of anything in her voice, so it was fine with me.
"That might be okay if you don't have anything to do," I said.
"Naw, not a thing. Big loaf day tomorrow. Just me and the laundry, and a few other things I hate just as much," she laughed.
May's house was nice. It had three bedrooms, but she used one for a computer room. When I stayed with her, I sometimes used the spare room, and other times we talked ourselves to sleep in her bed, but that was it. We were like teenage friends, gossiping, laughing some, and talking about everything that suddenly came to mind.
May was interesting. She was an actuary for a mid-sized insurance firm, wrote erotica on the sly, loved thinking about her life—everybody's life—and she was looking for a permanent lover. Maybe that's why she never made a move on me, but that was fine with me. I never felt any chemistry with her other than that of a good friend, and those are hard to come by, thus I didn't want to ruin it for us.
Me? What did I want—besides the red head? I noticed I didn't want to say her name in my mind. Maybe I didn't want to personalize her, and wind up obsessed with her, though that would be a fine obsession. Then again, maybe not. Obsessing wasn't good.
We had a drink, talked about whatever, then we took a shower—separately—and May tossed me a pair of PJ's, and we hit the sack gabbing away. As a friend, I loved May, and it seemed that May felt similarly about me.
