This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere.
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The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in part or in total, without the author's permission.
This story takes place in the entirely fictional city of Springfield, California, so don't go looking for it on a map. And in my little fictional world, there are no unwanted pregnancies or STD's, except as plot driving devices. The author encourages the practice of safe-sex.
This story is about two of my favorite things: Lesbians and professional wrestling. It is also the third part in an ongoing series.
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"I can't believe I did that," Lilly Kline said as she rocked back and forth on her bed, her knees tucked in against her chest. Several days earlier, she had been employed at a job that she hated and had a secret crush on one a female professional wrestler. Since then, she had assaulted another woman who had insulted the girl that Lilly was interested in, lost her job, and the whole "secret" part of her secret crush had been blown out of the water when Lilly had kissed Tiffany in the parking lot of a McDonalds. Then Lilly had run off like a frightened rabbit. She hadn't been able to sleep at all the previous night, but she wasn't sure if that was from her incredulity regarding her kissing Tiffany, or the lingering excitement of that same event. Then she heard a knock on her door.
"Lilly?" came a familiar voice at the door. "I know you're in there! Your car is here and you left your light on."
"Go away Deb!" Lilly said, leaning against the wall.
"I don't think so," Deborah replied. "I really think we should talk." There was a pause. "Lilly, I saw the whole thing. But don't worry, I didn't tell anyone and neither did Tiff. I just want to talk."
A few seconds later, Deb heard a chain sliding and the deadbolt being unlocked. A very dejected-looking Lilly opened the door, then wandered back to sit on her bed. Deborah closed the door behind her and sat down at the other end of the bed.
"So . . ." the blonde woman started.
"So . . ." Lilly replied.
"Well, I guess this means you won't be bringing any boys home to meet your parents?" Deborah said.
"You would 'guess' correctly," Lilly said despondently.
"So, let's hear it. The whole story, staring with when you knew, and ending with why you kissed Tiffany."
"Kinda pushy, aren't you?" Lilly said.
"Yes. And I'm not easily distracted. We've already established that you and I have never been close. Let's cut that out. C'mon, talk to me. You're going to have to talk to Tiffany sometime, so wouldn't you rather hear it all out loud before that happens?" Deborah just kept staring at Lilly until she got a response.
Lilly sighed. "She's just so . . . and I'm so . . ." Lilly was making incomprehensible motions with her hands, trying to find a way of expressing herself.
"I couldn't have said it better myself," Deborah said with a smirk. "Tiffany's something, isn't she? And did you know she thinks that she's unattractive?"
"It's bullshit," Lilly replied. "Probably because of bitches like Gabby talking down to her all the time."
"I think Tiffany's image problems started before Gabby, but she probably didn't help."
"But Tiffany is more than beautiful. She's genuine. She doesn't backstab people to get ahead. She says what's on her mind. She stands up for people who deserve it, even when they wouldn't stand up for her."
Deborah felt a twinge at that statement. She and Vicky and Jeanna all still felt a bit guilty about leaving their new friend dangling on her own in the wind as long as they had. Everyone had assumed the powerful woman was impervious to the barbs she had received, but apparently she had felt every sting.
"That's all true," Deb said. "So why didn't you say anything? It's just in the last few weeks that you've been . . . less irritating than usual."
'Could it really hurt just to tell her?' Lilly thought. She sighed again. "I have trust issues."
"I gathered. Why?"
Lilly rested back on the bed, staring at her ceiling. "My parents . . . they weren't exactly the most 'hands on' kind of people. They always sent me off somewhere to go to school. That includes a small, all-girls Catholic high school."
"This is beginning to sound like one of my movies," Deborah said. "What happened?"
"Well, I began to have feelings . . . I guess that isn't too strange. Most people do at that age. But I didn't feel it for the boys we saw walking past the school."
Deborah smiled. "What was her name?"
"Anna Palin. Star of the school's basketball team. Long legs . . ." Lilly drifted off for a moment. "We also roomed together in the same dorm. One of the other girls scored some pot . . ."
"Now this is REALLY sounding like one of my movies," Deborah chuckled.
"Well, we all got baked, played truth or dare, and there was a whole lot of girls kissing girls going on. Most of it was pretty innocent. But I got dared to kiss Anna, and I wasn't feeling very innocent when I did it. And when she slipped me some tongue, I got the impression she felt the same way. Then we went back to our dorm room . . . and you can guess the rest. We were both fifteen."
"What happened?" So far, it didn't sound to Deborah like a bad story, which probably meant the worst was coming.
"For about six months, I learned everything I wanted to know about being with a girl. We had both turned sixteen by the time we were caught. Another student stumbled into our room when we were . . . you know. Anna . . . she told everyone that I had gotten her stoned and then seduced her. She was the star athlete and her parents donated a lot of money to the school. I was . . . expendable. So all her friends . . . all my friends . . . everyone turned on me. No one wanted to be associated with me."
Deborah scooted down and pulled Lilly against her. "I'm sorry, hon. Kids can be cruel."
"It wasn't just kids. The faculty treated me like a leper until they finally got around to kicking me out. My parents didn't care about my side. They just figured that I was a drug addict and a deviant, and sent me off to two years of military school to 'set me straight.' But my permanent record went with me, so I basically got the same treatment. The only people who would talk to me were the guys in the motor pool, so I kind of got assigned to work there until I graduated. But I actually kind of liked having a sense of purpose, so I enlisted in the army. A year in, one of the base officers took a 'liking' to me. When I shot down his advances, things got ugly. He went back and dug up everything that he could on my past, found out I was gay and got me kicked out." Lilly was actually beginning to cry. "And the worst . . . the worst part was having to crawl back to my parents and ask for help. They made it seem like such a burden on them to help out until I could get into college. They've got a fucking house here in Springfield and one in the fuckin' Bahamas, but it was INCREDIBLY inconvenient to let me stay in either of them for a few months."
"Welcome to the club," Deborah said, her eyes a bit teary.
"What club?"
"The outcasts." When Lilly looked confused, Deborah cracked a smile. "A single gay mother, a bisexual ex-porn-star and now . . . and now a young lesbian ex-army philosopher."
"What about Vicky and Jeanna? Are they . . ."
"I think any questions you have about Vicky and Jeanna should be addressed to them," Deborah said sternly. She wasn't going to be the one to out the two women. "But . . . there's something you should know, but you CAN'T tell your uncle."
"Okay," Lilly said, somewhat interested.
"Tiffany . . . and I . . . well, we've been more than 'just friends' on a number of occasions."
Lilly's eyes shot open. "So . . . so I never even stood a chance? She and you . . . but you're married and . . . Damn it, it's not fair!"
"Before you go ballistic and hurt me or anything, she and I are NOT an item. We both . . . we both needed someone. And we both needed to be wanted, if that makes any sense. I'm not the one who's going to get to settle down with her and knit potholders with her." Deborah smiled. "That job is still open. But it'll never be you if you hide in your room for the rest of your life."
"But . . . but why aren't you . . ."
"Trying to make it work with her? We've already mentioned that I'm married, and I'm not likely to be in a position to change that anytime soon. And I'm not discouraging you because you seem to have good intentions. But keep in mind, any thoughts of Tiffany had better include Sally, otherwise you're in for a wake-up call."
"So . . . you think I should . . . go for it? And there won't be any problems with you and me?"
"I think you should go for it you really want it, and I'm not the one you need to worry about. But if you're good with Tiffany, you're good with me." Deborah patted the young woman on the leg. "Now get your swimsuit. A bunch of us are going to Great Falls Water Park this afternoon."
