Hi all, this is a story I wrote a couple of years ago for a Dutch stories website. I decided to translate it into English using my own English skills, Google Translate, Word translate and yes, even ChatGPT (only for translation, and not even the steamy parts). The story is completely made up and all and any real life likenesses are purely coincidental.
I hope you enjoy this story. Let me know and maybe I'll translate more of my work.
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It was Friday evening. The wind howled around the house, and the rain lashed hard against the windows. After a delightful shower, I felt completely relaxed, sitting on the floor in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a bathrobe and gazing into the flames with a glass of wine in hand. Soft music played in the background from Love Radio. Completely free of plans for the weekend, I planned to turn in early tonight.
The sudden sound of the doorbell shattered the peaceful atmosphere. Quickly, I made my way to the front door and my heart melted at the sight of the drenched girl standing there. Her rain-soaked face could not hide the traces of tears. I ushered her inside without hesitation and wrapped my arms around her.
She buried her face in my neck, sobbing, and whispered through broken breaths, "He broke up with me over a text message."
I stroked her dripping hair gently, feeling my bathrobe getting soaked.
"Come," I said softly, guiding her to my bathroom. "Take off your wet clothes. There is a dry bathrobe you can wear after drying off. Then you can let it all out."
Rosie has been a good friend of mine for years. I first met her when I was her academic advisor. She is almost ten years younger than I am, and after she graduated, we stayed in touch. At 29, she has not had much luck in love, with this breakup with Mark being the saddest low point.
From the kitchen, I grabbed an extra glass, poured in some wine and settled back down on the floor, against the couch. Not long after, Rosie entered the room. She sank down beside, a picture of misery, sobbing with her knees pulled up and her head bowed. I wrapped an arm around her trembling shoulders and gently pulled her closer. Her heartbreaking cries made my heart ache for her.
Shifting slightly, I enclosed her in both arms and let her cry it all out. After a while, her sobs began to subside. She sat up, took a big sip from her glass, and slowly laid her head down in my lap.
"Are women also as hard on each other when they break up?", she asked suddenly, sobbing.
"I am sorry sweety, but I have never experienced it like that before"
"Mark broke up because I could never enjoy our sex. I never enjoyed sex with any of my boyfriends. Only when I play with myself". She started at the floor and turned bright red when she confessed her deepest secrets to me. I gently stroked her long, jet black hair.
Here I was, a gorgeous young woman in my lap, spilling her most intimate secrets and heartbreak to me and all I could think of was all the deliciousness she hid under the bathrobe. Could she possibly be attracted to women as well? That thought had crossed my mind before, but she had always been in relationships with men. Slowly, I felt her begin to relax. In silence, I savored her presence, her scent, her breathing, her warmth, and her beautiful hair.