Delia woke from a very deep sleep to an ear splitting scream, followed by extreme laughter. Startled, she opened her eyes and saw a young Native American woman standing in the doorway. As soon as she saw Delia open her eyes, the young woman ran into the living room, still laughing loudly and uncontrollably. Delia looked around so she'd know exactly the young woman had seen. Delia saw that she was still wearing the strap on, and that she and Gina were still nude and in the same position they had been in when they fell asleep the night before.
Delia figured that the young woman was probably Gina's daughter, and wasn't the least bit embarrassed. In fact, she loved people walking in on her in such situations. Over the years, she'd been walked in on several times by friends or relatives of her sexual partners, and it always made her feel hot, though it was always embarrassing to her lover, especially as it exposed the lesbianism of a few of them.
"Gina," Delia whispered. Gina seemed to still be completely out of it, probably from having gotten so fucked up on weed the night before. After a few seconds of no response, Delia said in a fairly loud voice "Gina!"
At that, Gina groggily opened her eyes very slightly, and seemed oblivious to the hysterical laughter that continued. "Good morning!" Gina said, very exhausted but equally happy.
With a smile, Delia said "A girl just walked in on us!"
Suddenly Gina became extremely embarrassed and her face turned bright red. "Oh shit!" she whispered, "That's my daughter."
"Does she know you're lez?!" Delia asked with a big grin.
"No. Well, I guess she does now."
"Honey, you just need to come out of the closet, and be comfortable with and proud of who you are! It's such a powerful and liberating feeling not to give a fuck if anyone knows you're lez!"
Ignoring that line, Gina shouted "Shantel?"
While still laughing, Gina's daughter said "Mom, do I need to leave the apartment for a little while so you two can have privacy?!"
"No, we'll be right out." Gina said, then whispered to Delia "I guess we should go out there and talk to her."
"Yeah," Delia replied, "but don't act like you have something to be ashamed of!"
"I'll try," Gina said nervously.
Delia took off her strap on, and Gina got two long T shirts out of her closet, putting one on herself and giving the other to Delia. Holding hands, the two walked out to the living room, where Shantel was sitting on the right side of the couch. By this time, she was no longer laughing, but still had a huge grin and hadn't quite caught her breath. She then shifted to a crosslegged position and turned to face her mom, who faced forward with her head down.
Sounding very hesitant and awkward, Gina began "Shantel, this is my girlfriend, Delia."
"Hi Delia!" Shantel said cheerfully.
"Hi!" Delia responded in a normal, pleasant voice.
Shantel then redirected her attention to Gina. "Mom, why didn't you tell me you're lez?!"
"I just didn't know how you'd react," Gina said, now a little more comfortable, because of her daughter's apparent acceptance.
"Come on, Mom; I still loved you after you were in prison for eight years, and you think I'm going to stop loving you because you're into girls?!"
Though Delia showed no reaction, as she often didn't, she was struck by that comment, not realizing that Gina had been to prison, and was wondering what she did to serve so much time, though it didn't change her deep interest in Gina.
"I didn't know, Honey," Gina responded.
Enthusiastically hugging her mother, who tenderly hugged back, Shantel said "Oh, I love you, Mom!"
"I love you, too, Honey," Gina responded.
Shantel then got up and walked over to Delia with arms open wide, saying "And I love you, too, Mr. Mom!"
Delia stood and told her prospective future step-daughter "I love you, too, Honey!" as they hugged for the first time. Delia also thought about being addressed by Shantel as "Mr. Mom." She decided that while it wasn't as sweet as the "Mama Delia" that Jonathan called her, it was nevertheless cute, and she might enjoy being called that over the long term.
As she let go of Delia, Shantel said "Mom, I just have one question!"
"Go ahead," Gina said, relieved that she wasn't being disowned by her daughter, but still embarrassed by what Shantel saw.
"Does a strap on feel as good as the real thing?!"
Gina then blushed again, but this time she grinned, and after a few seconds said "Much better!"
All three laughed in response, and Shantel then went to the kitchen to make breakfast for the three of them. During that time, Gina and Delia talked casually on the couch and Gina began to get somewhat comfortable with the whole situation.
During the breakfast. Delia and Shantel had a long and friendly conversation in which they got to know each other a lot better and quickly started building a great friendship, while Gina largely stayed quiet and smoked cigarettes. Shantel was much more extroverted than her mom and much more polished. Shantel was working as a retail clerk and cashier at a store and going to a junior college, studying early childhood education. She looked much like her mother, but was quite a bit smaller, at 5'1" and 120 lbs.
As the three finished breakfast, Delia gave Gina an inviting grin and asked "So do you have any plans for the rest of the weekend?!"
"Not until work Monday morning!" Gina responded.
"Come on, let's go over to my apartment!"
"That sounds like a great idea!"
Shantel, grinning widely because she'd never before see her mother appear to be in love, stood up as if to leave, but stopped and said "Well Mom, if you need a matron of honor, I'm available!"
After everyone laughed, Gina said "I think that's a little premature, Honey, but if I ever get married, of course you're the only one I'd even consider!"
"Awww, you're so sweet!" Shantel said as she leaned over and hugged her mom from behind.
"Thanks, Honey!" Gina said as she gripped Shantel's forearms.
Shantel then went into the bathroom and showered while Delia and Gina got dressed, and Gina packed a bag with two changes of clothes, in the hope that she would end up staying at Delia's apartment until Monday.
The new couple walked from Gina's apartment to Delia's car, holding hands with their fingers interlocked the entire way. Unlike the night before, when no one saw them, this time several people saw them and a few stared. Gina was uncomfortable with it, but wanted Delia to know that Gina was proud to be Delia's girlfriend.
During the 15 minute drive, the two had a very friendly conversation about Shantel, who was clearly by far the greatest joy of Gina's life.
They arrived at Delia's apartment, which was about the size of Gina's, but much nicer both in itself and its furniture, which were very middle class looking. Delia was well off financially and could've afforded a much more expensive place, but was saving her money and living somewhat modestly while single.
As they walked in, Delia immediately stripped nude and left her clothes on the floor by the door. Gina was at once shocked and amused by Delia's bluntness, then slowly stripped nude herself - revealing that her tattoo was a Native American design - and dropped her clothes on top of Delia's. Gina then looked around and seemed somewhat in awe. Apparently, she perceived Delia as having a much more affluent lifestyle than Gina was accustomed to.
After a few seconds, Gina sniffed and then grinned "Shit, girl! How much fucking weed do you smoke?!"
"Usually three of four joints a day! Sometimes 10 or 12 if I don't have to be at work the next morning!"
"What do you do when it's time for your apartment to get inspected?!"
"The guys who work in maintenance get their weed from me, so that's no problem!"
"As good as your shit is, I want to get my weed from you, too!"
"I'll make you a deal! You give me unlimited access to that Native American cunt, and I'll give you unlimited access to my weed!"
"It's a deal! Should we shake on it?!"
"No, we should smoke and fuck on it!"
At that, Delia took Gina by the hand and walked her back to the bedroom, where they immediately got in bed together. Under the blankets, they lay on their sides, holding each other tightly and closely, as the fronts of their bodies pressed against each other. Delia then reached into a cigar box on the head board, and grabbed a blunt and a lighter.
As she and Gina shared the blunt, Delia began "So why were you in prison for eight years?!" very curious, but trying not to sound intimidating. Delia was already falling in love with Gina and didn't want her to be afraid that Delia would end the relationship if the crime was bad enough.
Gina looked embarrassed and softly said, while avoiding eye contact with Delia, "Shit, I was hoping you wouldn't notice when Shantel said that. I guess because I said you were my girlfriend, she thought you already knew."
"I guess you told her I'm your girlfriend so she wouldn't know you had sex with a girl you just met last night."