1. My Education


    Date: 1/28/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: Audrey_X, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    beautiful late summer night, cool and breezy. My girlfriends and I had dressed to the nines. I was wearing a black skirt with high boots, leaving my legs bare around the knees and a silk blouse. My red hair was done up in pigtails that Sarah had given them to me as a kind of joke before we went out, but they actually looked really cute. Men were all over us from the beginning, but I got the most attention. Several times, a guy would stop short when he caught his first glimpse of me, his jaw would drop a little and his eyes would get that glazed intent look. I knew I looked good, and it gave me a sense of power that was very nice but at the same time annoying because it made me the subject of attentions that I had no intention of satisfying. Even my own friends sometimes remarked how they found me cold or even frigid, and I had come to believe that a little myself. I saw my gay friend Seth and wandered over to him, glad to find someone to talk to while my girlfriends were dancing and flirting. I sat down with him and we chatted about this and that. I mentioned something about our Sociology class and his face lit up with a gossipy brightness... "Did you see Ms. Xavier? She's here tonight! On the patio! She got into this huge argument with some chick earlier, she started crying and the girl left. Since then she's been nursing the same gin and tonic." Curious, I went to have a look. Sitting all alone at a table outside was Ms. X. She had dark mascara on that had run somewhat. ...
    Her long hair fell almost to the table at which she sat running her finger over the rim of a clear fizzy cocktail containing a small straw and a wedge of lime. She was wearing a beige tank top and matching skirt with leather pumps. Her legs were bare. I looked at here for a while; or rather I drank in the beauty of her pale face smeared with black makeup as if she were some rare bird or precious jewel. She was deeply sad and I felt I wanted to drink in that visage in all its wasted melancholy. It was like looking at some great painting that touches you, from which you cannot walk away as it keeps offering you level upon level of sublime beauty. As if suddenly aware of something, she looked up and our eyes met. For a second, they stayed locked and neither of us moved, then she smiled and I felt myself smiling back. After two or three seconds though, the warmth of this friendly smile faded from her face and something pensive seemed to enter in behind her eyes and to cloud them; the color drained even more from her face and she bit her lower lip. I felt my body moving itself forward. I sat down with her. "Hi!" "Hi." "Havin a good time?" "I guess so." Silence. "Doesn't look like you are." She considered this and said, "I just broke up with my girlfriend. It's been a rough night." "Oh." At this admission of her sexuality, a dam seemed to break in my soul. It was like having a dream where you're falling and wake up suddenly in a panic. "Is that okay with you?" she asked in a tender ...
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