1. A shy girl - Part Two


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

    to mumble into the microphone. Oh my god, I thought. That is what was going to happen to me. I felt like throwing up and I think I would have run if the bar hadn’t been so crowded. New brave you, new brave you, I kept saying to myself. The second act was a guy I knew from my creative writing class. I knew he would be good because I had already heard his stuff. He came across really confidently and the audience was quiet as they listened to his words. His second poem was a humorous one, something about a guy meeting a girl in a pub in Darwin and what they got up to. I could feel myself blushing at some of the things he said, but the crowd loved it and cheered loudly when he got to the punch line. There was only one more act and then it was my turn. Suddenly I found myself starting to panic. I had a sip of water to try and calm the butterflies and I could feel how sweaty my palms were. I kept shuffling the pages in my hand, glancing at the writing to make sure it was clear in my head. A girl was reciting some beautifully polished lyric poetry. She had a really seductive sultry voice and, again, the audience were hanging on her every word. But my heart was racing as she climbed down from the podium. Suddenly the MC was announcing my name. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special treat. For the first time at PJ’s poetry night I give you MOLLY.” The audience broke out into enthusiastic applause as I stepped up nervously to the microphone. I looked at my notes and cleared ...
    my throat, then took a deep breath. “Ummmmm.... that day....” I began. “Speak up!” someone yelled from the crowd. I looked up and a sea of faces swam before my eyes. I felt like I was stuck in a rip as the panic started to surge in my stomach. “Oh, ummm... you put my book...” I was faltering and knew it. Somehow I had to keep going. “... on your shelf, ummm... told me everything, how you felt.” I looked up again and all I could see were people laughing and talking to each other. “Valentine’s Day, soul mates...” I tried to continue, but I could hardly hear myself over the noise of the crowd. “... letters to Juliet, burned intensely, ummmm.... until you answered my heart’s question in the negative....” I looked down at the page and took a moment to find where I was up to because the words were drifting before my eyes. “I could have had your baby, walked the aisle...” I was just reading now. I had given up on trying to recite and win the audience over. Just get through this, I told myself. “Spent my nights lying next to you, just fooling myself that it was true, you loved me too.” I finally finished and stepped back from the microphone for a moment. There were a few polite claps but most of the crowd weren’t paying any attention. I turned the page to my next poem and stepped forward again. I stumbled through this poem as well, but then as I turned the page and looked up I saw her for the first time. It was her dazzling smile that caught my eye and I stood there mesmerised. It was ...
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