lesbian-romance

Love is the greatest unseen force in the universe." - Cole

Carol was like a secret spreading through her.

I think I need to take frequent breaks from kissing your body to return to your lips, kissing you feels so good.

I'd take off your clothes, fast enough to not give you time to reconsider, but gently, while kissing your lips.

You can give life and take it away just as easily. You__e my blessing and my curse.

Then she leans forward, and before I have time to say or think another word, she's kissing me. And I'm kissing her, too. It starts almost in slow motion. Her lips, soft on mine, light little kisses, tiptoeing. Then she opens her mouth slightly, kissing me with more force. I keep thinking about how perfectly our mouths fit together. Her lips are so gentle, her tongue drawing me in. I'm losing myself in her.

I imagined a time when being gay is as unquestioned and un-judged as is having blue eyes. Some might call it fantasy or science fiction. I__ like to think it__ the future.

She swore this time around she'd listen to her instincts, and right now they told her to be careful. She'd had to fight hard for everything she had, and risking everything for a little fun didn't seem wise.

Baseball was a safe bet. Baseball also didn't have a girlfriend. Then again, baseball didn't have big brown eyes or show a little hint of cleavage under its uniforms. Decisions, decisions.

I look down, worried something is showing after all, but if it wasn't for the incongruous absence of sensation on my left side, I wouldn't know. I look back up at her, taking a step closer because I kind of want to take a step back, and you can__ let that show. "What?"She tenses, even though I__ not even remotely close enough to, say, hit her. "I... I thought you were white."I snort, too relieved to take offense. "I'm adopted. Not my biggest problem at the moment."She smiles at me, looking a little relieved herself. "It just... it seemed a bit too... British, I guess." And it's then that I notice the slight twinge of her accent.__ am British. I was born here._ Her own skin is a light chocolate brown, light enough that it__ perfectly visible when she blushes. She looks so adorable that I almost resist, but not quite. __ou have anything against Britishness?_ I ask, coming to lean against the doorway on my good side, relieving the weight I have to put on the leg.__o!_ she assures me. __o, it___ Her hands flutter nervously in front of her, like she hopes to pluck the words out of the air. __ just worry. Some people are weird about it. About me. Especially with the tutoring.

She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.