1. The Party Gift


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Lesbian, Author: mandycandi, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    Even now, it still sends chills of terror up my spine and shudders of dread through my soul whenever I think of just how close I came to not going to the party that night. How close I actually came to never meeting “my one”. There are nights I lie awake in bed and I can do nothing but gaze with absolute wonder and hopeless romantic adoration at this literal Goddess who is cuddling me so tenderly in her arms as she sleeps. The warmth of her body completely engulfing me as just the nearness of her deeply arouses me. Her natural scent intoxicates me as the softness of her skin enraptures me. I snuggle up close against her, resting my ear to her chest; and ever so sweetly, I’m lulled to sleep by the sound of her heart beat. What have I ever done to deserve such tender and loving devotion? And who am I to even have been noticed by such an amazing woman? So, where do I begin? Well, how about with my name: it’s Amanda. I was born in Detroit, Michigan and I have lived in and all around the city all of my life. I say in and all around because my family, which by the time I joined the party in late July of 1990, consisted of my mother, my father and my six year old brother Rick, never seemed able to stay in one place for too long. My father was not exactly what you’d call an enthusiastic or reliable employee when indeed he was employed at all. Suffice it to say, we had to relocate around town a lot. “Eviction” could’ve easily been our last name. My parents divorced when I was six and ...
    my father has since married, divorced and remarried again in the interim. By the time I was thirteen, my Mom and I were living in the basement of her father’s house. Not that my grandfather was keeping us locked down in the dungeon or anything like that; it simply was the only place available at the time as the two spare bedrooms of his house were already occupied by other despondent family members. Mom’s younger sister occupied one and one of my “bitch of a step-grandmother’s” deadbeat sons was in the other. It wasn’t long before that bitch wanted us all out of “her” house once and for all, so Mom and I moved into a two bedroom apartment along with Mom’s younger sister, who had just been evicted along with us, and by my maternal grandmother. Grandma had spent the twenty years since the divorce living with an older man who was a total alcoholic who had just recently died and had left her broke and homeless. My grandparents divorced long before I was born so I had never known them as a couple. Anyway, Mom had to get a second job, which she did at a small, family-owned grocery store near our apartment complex and that’s where she met Jeff. Jeff’s family owned the store and he was the manager of the meat market. A little over a year later, Mom and I moved in with Jeff; once his divorce was final of course. You see Jeff was a married man when he started fucking my Mom on the side and Mom quickly grew tired of being “the other woman”. Mom and Jeff make a good match for they have a ...
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