Author's notes:
FIRST: If you're looking for a quick roll in the hay story, this is NOT it. If you're looking for a loving romantic story that takes its time, then, this is it.
Although you may get some enjoyment out of this as a stand alone story. I strongly recommend you read chapter one first. If nothing more than for context.
I'd be remiss in my duties as new author if I didn't thank the people that got me here. First and foremost, my dear friend Alison. Her very generous help and
constant
encouragement kept me writing, even when I strongly doubted my own ability. Without her, Andi and Lilly would have never made it to this site. I am eternally grateful to you, Dearest Alison.
I would also like to thank my editor Des. I appreciate all the time you put into helping me.
I would like to thank all the great authors on this site. Many of whom inspired me to expand my own imagination to write this story.
Lastly, I love, love, love feedback. Especially positive feedback. If you have something to say that you didn't like about the story, please be nice about it. I'm always willing to hear constructive feedback.
Please enjoy Chapter two of Tell It To My Heart. Lilly's past. (chapter three is in the works)
The legal stuff: All characters in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is completely coincidental.
All characters engaging in sex are at least 18 years old.
Tell It To My
Heart
Chapter 2
Lilly Explains Her Past
Hi, I'm Lilly.......but you already knew that. Since I'm the talkative one anyway, Andi thought it best if I told you directly about my painful past relationship. Below is the same story I told Andi, that night of our first kiss.
That wonderful first kiss.
When my whole body tingled from head to toe from just kissing Andi. (which hadn't happened since I kissed Wendy almost ten years before). The same night Andi let it slip and called me her girlfriend. The same night I let myself feel love for another woman for only the second time in my life.
That wonderful first kiss.
I did a lot of soul searching as of late. I wasn't sure if I was ready for a relationship with a woman again. I was certainly done with guys and their stupid mind games..... making me do stuff I really didn't want to do. But I also didn't feel ready to be with a woman again either. Because my relationship with Wendy ended so badly.
Then someone, a special someone, a beautiful someone, a someone I adored, convinced me to try again...... with Andi. Which of course, led to...
That Wonderful first kiss.
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Once I hit a certain age I started to question things about who I was actually attracted to. But I didn't want to think too much about it at the time because I might not have liked the answer.
I knew Wendy for years. She was more than an acquaintance. Yet, someone I wouldn't really call a friend. Not that I didn't like her, it's just that we traveled in different circles. She was a senior, like me, but she was 19 years old. She started school late due to some early childhood health issues. She was 6'2"and captain of the basketball team. She mostly hung around with other athletic types, often talking about sports. Wendy liked to lead by example and kept herself in incredibly great shape. Easily the most athletic girl on the team, maybe the entire school. She had engaging brown eyes, long shiny black hair, which was almost always in a ponytail. Pouty pink lips, a tan, and shapely body, with soft rounded curves that betrayed her athletic build.
I, on the other hand, just turned 18 and was a bit of a bookworm, but not completely. I had lots of friends, and I dated.... but only now and then. I wasn't nearly as athletic as Wendy, but I ran a few miles every morning to keep in shape. I was only 5'2". My growth spurt to 5'4" (haha) wouldn't happen for another year. I kept my natural blonde hair, straight, long and usually in a high up ponytail. I think my running gave my hips and butt a flattering curve. And my breasts with puffy nipples would fit perfectly inside a martini glass. I have sky blue colored eyes that many people say sparkle when I'm happy.
Wendy was always nice to me. When we would catch each others' eyes in passing, she would smile, and I always smiled back. I thought she was pretty, I just didn't think we had much in common. When we did talk, mostly about our teachers, or gym class. Which were about the only things we had in common. She would stand really close to me. Making eye contact often and smiling a lot. Wendy also was a touchy feely person. At least with me. Always touching my arm, shoulder or back while she talked. Sometimes she would slowly and softly slide her hand up and down my bare arm as she spoke. This always caused huge goosebumps on my arm. Which, I know she felt. It took me a while, but I finally realized that this was her way of flirting. At first it felt a little uncomfortable, but after a while, I found myself looking forward to her attention.
But Why?
I thought.
She came up with a nickname for me too. 'Little one'. Because Wendy was an entire foot taller than me. At first, I wasn't really happy with this new nickname, but I would soon grow to love it every time she said it. Again I thought,
why?
Ever since middle school, Wendy and I always had gym class together. I don't know how it worked out that way, but it did. That year, our senior year, was no different. But this time, as luck would have it, her gym locker was right next to mine. It was the last class of the day for us too.
Wendy was also that girl. You know the one. The one who didn't mind walking around with her towel wrapped around her waist instead of her chest. Or sometimes just flung over her shoulder. Wendy was never shy about showing off her impressive physique, her breasts particularly drawing the eye. Wendy also had a certain.... I don't know.... presence about her. I mean, you could just feel whenever she was in the room.
I know I stole more glances than I should have.
After her shower. Wendy usually stood right next to me at her locker, then undo her towel and stand there naked. She would put one hand on her hip, the other pushing one finger on her bottom lip. Looking into her locker like she didn't know what to do next. She occasionally would try to carry on a mundane conversation with me while pretending to get ready. I couldn't help but look as she would often turn towards me. Showing me everything at an excitingly close distance.
Since I was only 5'2", guess where my gaze took me most of the time? Yep, right into those gorgeous, perfectly round, voluptuous breasts. She had light brown areolas and her nipples seemed to be constantly erect. Wendy would half-smile when she caught me staring at her. That funny little grin that said 'look as much as you want sweetie.' I started thinking to myself,