Note to readers: This is a corny story mostly about romance and love. It contains explicit sex only towards the end. If you don't want to read this type of story please skip it.
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Linda didn't even change out of her Maid of Honor dress. Immediately after the post-wedding party she retreated to her hotel room and flopped onto her bed to record her thoughts in her diary. She hoped writing them down would help ease the pain she felt over Lisa marrying Kevin.
Why hadn't Lisa accepted her proposal instead? Had she offered it too quickly? Should she have waited until Lisa realized more fully how intense a love they felt for each other? Lisa had been so new to even the possibility of intimate girl-girl feelings, let alone girl-girl marriage, that maybe she had just needed more time. But now it was too late.
Linda and Lisa each had been playing the field with a number of guys when they met and became friends, and then BFFs. But Linda quickly realized that Lisa was more than a friend. She was her soulmate. Her one and only romantic love. But since Lisa - like Linda - had never thought she ever could feel that way about another girl, Linda had quite a challenge to even get Lisa to think of her as more than a friend. How could she convince her to go out on a real "date" - rather than going out as best friends as they had done so many times?
But one evening the two were at a bar looking for guys, and Linda mustered all her courage. As they sat at the bar watching and waiting, Linda stood up, looked directly at Lisa with a penetrating look that masked how she was about to die inside, and held out her hand as she asked her to dance.
Realizing this was different from their usual "there are no guys we want to dance with, so lets dance with each other" situation, Lisa shook her head "no". But Linda whispered, "One dance. Please. Just one harmless little dance." Lisa slowly rose and took her hand. At the touch Linda's heart almost exploded (Lisa later confessed that the same thing happened to her) and they danced. And that moment changed everything.
At the end of the dance they kissed. But not just the quick meaningless kiss girls often do with one another. A real kiss. The first real kiss, Linda decided, she ever had in her life.
Their friendship became a romance. One that soon became serious. Immediately after The Kiss Linda realized she was crazy in love with Lisa and only dated her. And Lisa only dated Linda... and Kevin, who she had met at around the same time at work.
Three months after The Kiss Linda used the "L" word. She told Lisa she loved her, and Lisa replied that she loved her too. But Lisa continued to date Kevin.
Naturally Linda was jealous of the time Lisa spent with Kevin, and especially didn't like it that Lisa would spent Friday evenings and Friday nights with her, but Saturday evenings - and Saturday nights!!! - with Kevin.
One Friday evening after they had been dating for six months Linda invited Lisa back to her place and did everything possible to set a romantic mood. A homemade Italian dinner, wine, candles, music, perfume and flowers.
After dinner was over, on bended knee Linda again told Lisa how much she loved her. But this time she also told her she wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. Linda asked Lisa to marry her, and held out a small box containing an engagement ring. Lisa stared at the ring, kissed Linda tenderly, and with misty eyes told her she loved her too. Lisa added she would give her answer soon. She told Linda to hold onto the ring for a couple of days.
Linda didn't sleep much that night or the next. But that Sunday Lisa came over and delivered the bad news. The night following Linda's proposal, Lisa had proposed to Kevin, and he had accepted. Linda could remember every word of the conversation that followed as if it had just taken place.
"But why? Why? Whenever I say I love you more than anything, you say, "Me too".
"And I do love you that much. But I also love Kevin."
"Do you love him as much as you love me?"
"I love him enough. Kevin is a great guy."
"With me you're almost always happy."
"With Kevin I'm happy enough."
"You've told me you find our time together exciting, even exhilarating. You always say I make your life more fun than it has ever been, that I spice up your life. How about with Kevin?
"Time spent with Kevin is... nice, stable and comfortable."
"But... when we make love you cum like crazy, always, again and again. You thrash and scream like a porno actress. Do you even cum with Kevin?"
"Of course. Often. Sometimes."
"Only sometimes? What does that tell you?"
"Only that you have an unfair advantage over him because you're so sexy. So pretty. So skilled at lovemaking. But Kevin does fine in that department."
"But if you feel that way... you love me more, I make you happier, and our lovemaking is better. Why are you marrying him instead of me?"
"Because he... is a he. With Kevin I can be a wife, have kids, have a home, and be a part of a couple that leads a normal life. I'm not going to marry you just because you're prettier. There's so much more to life than sex."
"But you love me more and I make you happier! You could be my wife! We could have kids by a sperm bank or adoption. We could be a madly-in-love couple and have a great home together.
Does Kevin know you love me more, that you'd rather spend time with me, and that you're more sexually aroused by our lovemaking?"
"Kevin doesn't even know you exist. He knew I was dating more than just him, but never asked whether I was dating a woman. Which is great because now I can ask you to be my Maid of Honor. Which Kevin would never agree to if he realized we've been lovers."
