This story is a lesbian romance and there is also an interracial romance (with no sex described) between two secondary characters, if that offends you, please move on. All characters are fictitious, over eighteen and all sex is consensual.
I look forward to reading any comments.
A car pulled out of a parking spot at the perfect time right outside the door. I was a few minutes early to collect Mum but headed into the office building anyway. It was over a year since I'd last been here but there was a time when it was almost every day, right after school, to wait for Mum. The lobby was still much the same, all marble and slate but the plain walls were now a peaceful sea green colour and not the boring beige that they'd been for years.
As the lift doors closed I was surrounded by mirrors and polished steel. I was surrounded by myself, twenty-four, five feet nine, slim, small bust, good legs and plenty of them. I had long dark brown hair that fell in waves over my shoulders, blue eyes and full lips. Not bad even if I said it to myself. I spent money on clothes because I liked to look good, I liked skirts and dresses, not that I didn't wear pants, but not often. Heels, of course, heels, they were important.
When the doors opened on the seventh floor I spotted Mrs Harding behind the reception desk where she'd been a fixture for years. "Well, well, Faith long time no see."
"Hi Mrs Harding, how are you? How many grandkids do you have now?"
"I'm well thank you, and still five, the youngest is four, two boys and three girls. I love them and they keep me busy. What about you, still playing soccer and hockey?"
"I haven't played either since I left university. It's swimming and cycling now, but I've been thinking about joining the local hockey club."
"Do you fix peoples personal computers? My daughter's laptop is playing up, she has no idea what's wrong and no one seems to know either."
"Bring it in and give it to my Mum. I'll have a look at it." It was a small thing; she'd been really kind to me on those many days when I'd had to wait. She'd find a desk for me to do my homework and always got me something to drink.
I walked into Hannah's office and stopped dead after two steps. No Hannah, instead a younger woman, my age, a heart-shaped face, full lips, hazel eyes and long blonde hair, she was stunning. Then my memory kicked into action, Hannah who'd been Mum's PA for years, had left because her husband had transferred to the north of England. I don't recall Mum telling me about a replacement.
I struggled to speak for a moment, "Sorry, I got a shock; I expected to see Hannah there. I forgot she'd left." Words were not coming easily and I knew why.
"Hi, I'm Hope and you're Valerie's daughter, Faith." I nodded. "I recognise you from the photos on your Mum's desk, she called me five minutes ago to say that she was expecting you, that her meeting was running longer than she expected and she'll be another twenty minutes."
"Okay, nice to meet you, Hope." Then I laughed and she raised a very lovely eyebrow looking puzzled. "Faith and Hope, maybe Charity will be here soon." She laughed as well.
"Would you like coffee? I certainly need one; it's been a busy day."
I nodded and followed her to the break room. She was my height, slim, slender legs in a flared skirt and her bum wiggled. When she turned her smile was wonderful and I noticed that she had very faint freckles. 'Try to control yourself,' I said silently. I was behaving oddly because she was beautiful and I fancied her, a lot!
"I believe that you're some sort of computer wizz?"
"I'm almost offended, the correct term is Computer Technician but 'geek' covers it as well." I smiled at her and she smiled back. Lovely.
"And you still live with your Mum?"
"Just the two of us for a long time now, we get on well. It's a bit strange; we're like friends and support each other. It would be silly us having two separate homes, we have our own space and freedoms. When we need company we're there for each other. What about you, do you still live with your parents?"
I realised as I'd finished speaking that I'd hit a sore point. "My father disappeared a long time ago, it was just mum and me, then she died when I was eighteen. I've been on my own, actually, that's not true, when I was twenty I moved in with my boyfriend. It was good for a while then a year ago he moved jobs and we came here. Three months later he walked out on me. When I think back it hadn't been good for a while but I'd refused to accept it. Now I'm here in digs. But at least I have this job and I'm starting to regain a bit of confidence. It knocked me for a while." It seemed that once she'd started to speak she had to let it all out. But, damn she was straight.
I was clearing away the plates after dinner and sat with Mum. "I got a surprise when Hannah wasn't there. I'd forgotten."
"I told you about her moving. I miss her; we worked together for a long time. But Hope is getting better."
"I like her, but she has a sad story."
"I'm surprised she told you. She wanted to become a trainee but ended up in our admin pool after she moved here. Hannah found her one day, crying in the loo, the day after the boyfriend dumped her. Hannah helped her to find digs and when she was leaving suggested Hope to replace her. It was a good choice. I'm going to train her because I think she could be a good team leader."
I was silent, Mum must have seen me thinking. "She's not gay, so leave her alone."
"I know but she is gorgeous."
More Hope
I lay in bed that night thinking about Hope. I know Mum said that she wasn't gay but she was very beautiful and she'd touched me in a way that no one else had ever done. I wanted to get to know her but she was my Mum's PA and that had doom written all over it.
Doom or not I sent Hope an email telling her about my playing a gig at a local pub and asking if she wanted to come along. She replied that she'd think about it.
"Faith, did you tell Hope about a gig?"
"Yes, can you pass me the salt, please. Why?"
"She mentioned it to me."
"She said that she didn't have many friends here. I was just trying to help her. I thought that it would be good to get her out a bit and at least she knows me a little. She's straight, I get that."
"Be careful."
Hope turned up and sat watching us. I waved to her in-between numbers. I saw a couple of guys hitting on her and she knocked them back. At the break, I went to sit with her.
"Hi, I'm glad you came. It's pretty safe here and I thought I'd introduce you to the other girls in the band and some of their friends. I saw a couple of guys speaking to you."
"I'm glad I came and thanks for thinking about me. You're very good. I'm not really interested in guys right now, it's just too raw. But for your info, I'm not gay."
"I know. Full disclosure, I am and I'm unattached and if you were gay I'd be interested, but that's not why I asked you, I was just trying to be friendly." We chatted for a while and she seemed to get on well with some of the rest of our little group.
A couple of weeks later I was trying to call Mum and Hope picked up. "Faith, she's on a call, can I get her to call you?"
"That would be good, but it's not important. How are you?"
"Okay, digs are rubbish and I'm getting out a bit, but sometimes I miss some company."
"Look I go to movies and some evenings I'm bored. Maybe we could just be friends, catch a gig, have a drink."
"What about this weekend, meet for coffee?"
"Great, you set it up and text me."
We sat with our coffees and some brownies facing each other. I was a mess. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her face, she's stunning and when she smiles as she is doing right now I have a damp panty problem. Two hours and two more coffees confirmed what I'd suspected; I was in love and wanted her so badly. But she was straight, damn it.
We met a few times over the next few weeks, coffee or the pub. We went to a movie but as friends, nothing more. Still, I wanted to kiss her so badly.
Mum
"Thanks for dinner, my turn tomorrow. Are you playing at Lipstick this week?"
"Yeah, Friday night, why, you coming?"
"Not sure, I may do but it depends."
"Depends on what? Oh, wait a minute. Depends on who? Details, come on."
"Early days, but I met someone at the hospital, at a meeting I had there. She's an Oncologist, three or four years younger than me. Not sure where it's going yet."
"So you've sworn off of men again?"
"It's been years and it was never wonderful. Look, you know how this goes."
"Gentler, know what they're doing, last longer. I get that, not that I've ever tried a man, makes me shudder just to think about it. So, what's she like, name, that sort of thing?"
"Doctor Ellen Shaw, a couple of inches smaller than me, slim, nice figure, gorgeous face, eyes to die for and lots of very dark hair." As she'd been speaking I'd been using my phone.
"Mum, what the hell? I assume this is her?" I showed her my phone and the picture from the hospital's website.
"That's her, not a great photo though."
"Well, she looks good in this photo, just one thing you omitted of course."
"The fact that she's Afro-Caribbean you mean?"
"You might have included that little detail! But based on that picture I'd swipe right!"
"I saw her first!" We both laughed.
My mum and I were good together, almost like a couple but still mum and daughter. Sounds odd, but it'd been seventeen years since my Dad had walked out and we'd not seen or heard from him in all of that time. It'd just been the two of us and we were close. Mum had done everything to ensure that I enjoyed life and received a good education, she'd earned good money and we were comfortable. I was very lucky.
The third number finished, we were good tonight and Liz was on top form with her vocals. I took a swallow of water and happened to look over towards the bar. My mum was there with her friend who turned around just then. She definitely needs a new photographer, bloody hell she's gorgeous and the dress that she wore suggested a figure most women would kill for. My mum was looking good as well, tall like me, slim, with a good figure also not much of a bust, pretty with a strong jaw-line and collar-length blonde hair.
Forty minutes later we took a break and after talking through the next set with the band I wandered over to the booth. "Hello, I'm Faith and I'd guess that you have to be Ellen. Mind if I join you for a few minutes?" I stuck out my hand.
"I am indeed, nice to meet you. You sound good. You have another set to do?"
"Yes in about half an hour." The three of us chatted but I didn't stay long, I'd imagine having your daughter hanging about might make things awkward on an early date.
Mum had left by the time we were packed up. I headed home and went straight to bed. I had another dream about Hope, it's getting crazy, I can't get her out of my head.
It went on for another couple of weeks, meeting Hope. But the dreams were getting worse, or better depends on how you view these things. We were good, energetic, adventurous, if only it was real. For some reason I couldn't shake it, but actually, I don't think that I wanted to.
I was up early, it was a nice morning and I had my cycling kit on, but breakfast first.
"Good morning, you okay? I have coffee."
"Good morning I'm fine, thank you."
"Scrambled eggs on toast?"
