How Did I Get Here 05 Sequel: Reese
New city and love for two young ladies.
Prologue:
This new Billyslate Love Story is a Slowburn Lesbian Romance tale. This sequel will be enjoyed much better and understood by first reading,
Love is Where One Finds It Pt. 02 Ch. 01-02,
then
How Did I Get Here 01-04.
Children are a part of the storyline and as always, there's minimal sexual activity when they are close by. Also, generally, there's little or no alcohol consumed in my stories when children are present.
All descriptive sex in this story is lesbian, with young ladies aged 21 or older. Some explicit lesbian sexual actions occasionally feature a strong, but loving woman as the definite
TOP
controlling the action along with playful and occasional firm spanking.
This
47
th
and all Billyslate stories are 100% Fiction in every aspect.
Edited By Billyslate
/Grammarly
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WHERE AM I:
REESE
POV
Slowly awakening, my senses are quickly on alert, as I do not recognize my surroundings, and there's a warm body in bed next to me. So, I'm carefully trying to stay still while sizing up my situation.
I'm wearing what seems to be shorty PJs, and not feeling any pain like I've been hurt or molested in any way. But I struggle mentally wondering
where I am
and who's n bed with me.
Feeling a slight shift by my mysterious bedmate, I open my eyes wide, staring into one of the cutest smiles I've seen. A beautiful contralto voice calls out, "Hi Sleepy Head
Reese
, I bet you're wondering who you're in bed with?" with a coquettish giggle.
Suddenly, it hits me, "Oh my gawd,
Zena
, did I pass out last night at the bar?"
Zena smiles, "You didn't get drunk at my bar, but were certainly wobbly and inwardly drained. So, I got my head waitress,
Nadia
, to watch the bar and brought you back here crying in your beer."
She giggles musically again, "I told you to trust me. I'm putting you to bed in the back room, where I sleep when the weather's bad, or I've had a few shots with customers."
I tell you, "Reese, I'm locking you in and will come back for a quick look-see when we close," but you're peacefully snoring before I finish.
"Nadia convinces me to stay here sleeping with you, 'cause waking up in a strange place and bed may momentarily shock you.
Of course, she's right, so here we are in bed dressed in PJs, and I didn't even get a goodnight kiss for saving the day."
Winking at Zena's impish grin, "Thanks so much for rescuing me; can we sleep a little longer then talk more over breakfast, my treat?" I pull Zena in close, hugging and softly kissing her lips, "Now you have a goodnight kiss for last night's good deed."
***
Waking up late in the morning, we toilet and shower, but I don't have fresh clothes with me. I can return to the place that set me off yesterday, but Zena offers me clean underwear, a summer top, and shorts. Which I can wash and return on my next visit to her bar.
Zena's Tavern and Bistro is just off Sandbridge Road, between Sandbridge and Virginia Beach, VA. So she suggests we eat breakfast at an IHP about 10-minutes down the road I tell Zena a brief history and why I'm in her tavern since I don't normally drink booze, other than for special functions, like weddings.
REESE'S STORY
I'm Ellen Reese Jordan (
Reese
) originally from Northern Indiana, south of Chicago. I have a BS in Journalism and an MBA from Duke. I'm almost 28, tall and slim, with raven hair, single, and work as a Consulting Brand Specialist/Editor. I do USA Brand Publishing for international companies as a consultant versus being an employee.
While earning my MBA, I learn about a disowned Aunt, Maybelle Jordan, my Dad's younger sister. Aunt Maybelle is outed as a lesbian after High School, along with her best friend, Monica Alston. They were so mentally scarred, that they left our hometown never to return, practically disappearing.
My Dad died when I was 20, and my mom passed away four years later. She shared Aunt Maybelle's life story with me on her deathbed, so I began searching for her.
After several months of using the WEB, tax records, and other items, I trace Aunt Maybell to Sandbridge, a small community 15 miles south of Virginia Beach, VA. I contacted her by mail and we had brief letter exchanges, speaking by phone just once.
I intend to visit Aunt Maybelle for a week when I'm settled but I am too wrapped up finishing my MBA and kick-starting my consulting business.
It'd been more than two years since we first connected, when I got an SMS from a local lawyer notifying me of Aunt Maybelle's death, listing me as her next of kin. I drive to VA-Beach and will meet with the lawyer about my Aunt's death and her will, which deeds her home and some land to me.
Yesterday, I arrived at Sandbridge, getting my Aunt's house key from the police station. I became distraught for not visiting her sooner, after seeing the place and reading two letters she left. She'd hoped to see me soon but is now dead, so I end up in Zena's Tavern about a mile down the road, crying in my beer.
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ZENA'S STORY
"I'm a local girl whose parents own a small tavern, deeding it over to me at 21. Now 24. I'm 5' 8", a dirty blonde, weighing 120lbs soaking wet. I'm the 3
rd
generation owner, as my grandparents opened this tavern many years ago.
"I have an associate degree in Business (AA) from ECPI University Online because of my need to manage the tavern. Local bars and taverns are heavily cash-oriented, so the owner must be on site 95% of the time. Otherwise, many employees will steal you blind, while also giving your profit(s) away in free drinks to their friends.
"Nadia Baxter's the Head Waitress and long-time friend so she takes over when I need time off or to take care of other business.
"My life is fairly staid, but I've had a 'Friend With Benefits' (