1. A shy girl - Part Two


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Lesbian, Author: MollysDream, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    across the courtyard. I thought if I opened the door quietly I could sneak into the lecture theatre without being noticed. “Good of you to join us, Miss Jones,” a voice booms across the theatre. “Perhaps if you would take a seat I could continue the lecture?” Everybody in the lecture theatre turned and looked at me as my face went bright red. I could hear some of the girls giggling and the guys whispering to each other. I knew just what they are saying too, because I had heard it all before about being frigid and stuck up and, worse, a lezzo. I found a seat and opened my books, as Mr O’Sullivan’s voice droned on about the challenges of interpreting Flaubert. After the lecture finished, I manage to escape before Mr O’Sullivan could corner me with his leering eyes. I kept my eyes down and hurried out of the room as I noticed him talking to some other girl. She was giggling and flicking her hair back. It was nearly four o’clock and I had just over an hour to grab something to eat before getting to the poetry open mic at PJ O’Reilly’s pub. I found a seat in the corner of the university refectory and nibbled at my chicken salad. I wasn’t very hungry because of the butterflies in my stomach but I knew I had to eat something. I opened my folder and read over the poems I was going to read out at the open mic. These were new ones I wrote a couple of weeks earlier, but I had been over them so many times that I knew each one by heart. Now I only had to deal with my nervousness. I looked ...
    at my watch and it was quarter to five. I had to get going. I tipped the rest of my salad in the bin and wrapped my arms around myself for comfort as I stepped out into the cool afternoon air. The pub was packed when I pushed open the door and I had to fight back the temptation to turn and run away. I am never at my best in crowds. But no, I was determined. It went with the new me I had been working on, the one that is brave and throws caution to the wind. I pushed my way through the crowd until I reached the black board and wrote my name down in chalk under an empty spot. I was to be the fourth performer and we each had ten minutes to read our poems. I had four poems, but two of them were quite short so I knew I wouldn’t go for the whole ten minutes, but that was okay as long as I just get up there and did it. I went to the bar and asked for a glass of water and then found an empty stool at a table in the corner. As I climbed onto the stool, the MC introduced the first performer for the night. “Ladies and gentleman, if I could have some quiet please. Tonight we have a full menu of poetry performers and I am sure you will give them all a big PJ’s welcome. First up tonight we have David. Ladies and gentlemen, a big hand for David...” This guy in a brown shirt slinked up to the microphone. He looked really nervous and that didn’t help me at all. I knew exactly what he was going through as he stumbled over his first poem. Some guys called out from the crowd and poor David began ...
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