Thistles In The Garden

Thistles In The Garden:

A Lesbian Romance

By

Midnight Lothario

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Authors Note: While primarily a work of fiction, this book is based upon the experiences of someone I know very well. And while there's going to be plenty of sex, we're not going to get there right away. This is a slow burn Romance taken from events that more or less actually happened in Someone's life.

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Chapter 1

September 10th 1999

The girl came from the deep South. The pestilential swamps long turned to farmland.

But the land held it's memories.

They were there in the long wispy tendrils of Spanish Moss, hanging low from the gnarled branches of huge oaks. In the lazy flow of tidal rivers that wind their tortuous paths to the sea in intricate loops and sinuous curves so akin to the deadly glint of the moccasins that live in the tannin-black currents of their courses.

They speak from the rotting bones of proud Spanish Conquistadors that came to this land to seek the fabulous wealth of the New World. To find a font from which might even spring the secret of eternal life, so long desired and yet so tantalizingly unreachable by man. They found death. Coughing out their life's blood in the delirium of fever. Ripped and torn by the white teeth of the reptilian beasts that lay hidden in the emerald hell of the swamps. Pulled down to their doom.

They spoke from the tombs and sepulchers of the French who'd later followed. Who'd carved small bits of civilization out of the dark swamps, still bayous, and dank woods. Whose culture melded with the religions and practices of far lost Africa to create something truly unique

Their voices had all whispered and murmured through the girl's open windows as she'd slept at night, growing up deep in the Southlands.

She sat in the third row from the back in the large auditorium. Her hands, slim and delicate, pale as porcelain, were twisted into each other in her lap. A sign of the anxiety inside her. Her manicured nails were painted a deep shade of red, it matched the smoky crimson shade painted onto her perfect lips.

She was stunning, gorgeous, as the auditorium filled she was stared at, over and over, as the other students walked down the aisles, and took their seats. Looks of appreciation, looks of lust. She'd always ignored them. Today was no different.

She stood at 5'5" Her slender hourglass frame was covered by a midnight blue dress of crushed velvet. It covered the curve of her back, the rounded shape of her ass. Her small B-Cup breasts, and showed only a tantalizing hint at cleavage, her slim shoulders were bare. The girl's skin was smooth and butter and soft as cream.

Her hair was dark as rich earth and her locks were soft, thick, and long. Today she had it in two long ponytails, one on each side of her head.

There was no denying her beauty. Yet she considered herself ugly and unattractive. The girl was shy, quiet, and pensive. All through high school she'd kept to herself.

But when the girl sat down at a piano and played. Magic happened. Her virtuosic talent flowed out through her delicate fingertips. Her recitals always ended with massive applause, standing ovations. She was lauded with awards and honors and considered a prodigy.

She didn't care. She was miserable in her life.

When she was 14 her Father, a Federal Agent in the DEA had left her mother, who had also been a Virtuosic Pianist, for a younger woman. So her frail, sick Mother and younger sister Alice came to depend on her.

When she was 16, her Mother developed cancer. As she got sicker, and sicker the Girl had to become Mother to both her Mom and little sister. It was a crushing weight of responsibility.

Her Father was a Christian Fundamentalist. He spoke of the evils of the world, sin, hellfire and damnation. Yet he left her alone to manage his abandoned family, during her teens.

In truth even if she had the time for it, romance had never been in the cards for her during her young life. She had a sickness inside her, and she knew it. Her dreams, like any other girl, often began centering on Romance..

But in her dreams it was never boys she touched, she kissed. It was always other girls.

She'd longed, deep in her heart for love, for a long time. She'd looked at some of her friends, imagining putting soft fingertips to their faces. Leaning in close, opening her mouth, pushing hands back to tangle in their long, soft locks, closing her mouth over theirs, passionately kissing.

But it only happened once in her life. Her best friend Katarine. A Elfin wisp of a girl with long auburn hair and a dusting of freckles on her face. One day when Katarine's mom was at work, they'd gotten into her wine. Drank an entire bottle between them. The two girls got tipsy, laughing, giggling. They'd had a pillow fight and finally ended up sitting so close on the bed leaning against each other. The warmth of Katarine's body made butterflies dance inside her.

Katarine had showed her the magazines she had hidden in her dresser. The women in them were beautiful, and naked. She'd felt her body temperature spike. She realized the implications of what she'd been shown. She looked up and saw Katarine peering directly into her smoky green eyes, dark as an angry sea, with her own lovely deep-blue orbs.

The girl shook like a leaf when Katarine put her hands on the girl's face. Fingertips so gentle. Katarine's lips so slowly closing over her own, soft as silk. Katarine's mouth was slightly open. The girl opened hers and felt for the first time another girl's soft breath in her mouth.

They began kissing passionately. They fell back onto the bed. Hands, fingertips smoothed over each other's jawlines, cheekbone, sliding back to tangle in each other's hair. Their kiss was deeply passionate, their tongues explored each other's mouths. They both made soft moans of joy and pleasure. Soon their bodies were also entangled, she was in Katarine's arms, and Kat's jeans covered leg was across her own. For almost a blissful hour the girl was completely at peace and in happiness.

They'd made out with each other until Katarine's mother came home. It never happened again. They never spoke of it. It was the greatest experience of the Girl's life.

The last year of her mother's life had been crushing. She loved her mom dearly, and she suffered before she died. When she passed, the girl was 17. Her and her darling younger sister had to go live with her father and his wife, their stepmother. Who was an awful person that fell asleep dead drunk every night, while castigating the girls for every flaw. Meanwhile her father's angry rages could be set off at the snap of a finger

The one place she could retreat to was music. She was considered by many to be the best young pianist in the state, and perhaps one of the best in the entire nation. Her rivals even acknowledged her. When they played senior recital, the second ranked Pianist Anne Chow, a sparse wisp of a girl of Chinese ethnicity had thanked her in advance for her win.

Nonetheless, escaping to College was a blessing for her.

Her name was Miranda. And she was 18 years old.

Today the more exceptional students were asked to gather at the College's auditorium. Those there on Scholarships. Miranda had one for music. They were supposed to pair off with a Upperclass student, as a mentor.

Unfortunately Miranda's mentor. A bullish and severe young woman with straight black hair named Josie was an insufferable Boor. She'd spent the entire first hour after she and Miranda met speaking glowingly, about herself and her accomplishment. Miranda was helplessly swept along in the current.

Miranda's slim hands twisted nervously into each other in her lap, constantly rubbing against each other, and the midnight blue blue velvet. She simply could not get a word in edgewise and her anxiety was off the charts.

But music was not the only love in Miranda's life. She also had a great knowledge of English Literature. As Josie's constant harping about herself was a sharp file digging into the raw edge of Miranda's social anxiety, and she found she could take it no longer, she searched for an opportunity to interject herself into Josie's one-sided conversation.

In a beautiful and clear lilting voice, as silvery as a brook tumbling over smooth stones Miranda suddenly began to speak to Josie about T. S Eliot and Emily Dickinson. She used her knowledge like a sharp instrument, pinning Josie back and choking off her never-ending flow of self-aggrandizement.

The more Miranda spoke about things she loved the calmer she became. Things were going very well now, she thought.

And then, something she never expected happened.

Someone grabbed one of her ponytails, and gave it the gentlest of tugs.

Miranda's head and upper body turned quickly in her seat, pivoting to see..

One of the most elegant and gorgeous women she'd ever beheld.

Miranda's eyes, as deep green as the seas that surely swallowed the mariners which answered the Siren's call, flicked downwards to see an alabaster hand with long, slim fingers crowned with perfectly manicured crimson nails letting go of her ponytail.

They flicked back up to the woman's truly beautiful face. She was an Ice Princess from an old story brought to life. She had the high cheekbones of a model, a straight nose. Full, soft lips with a perfect Cupid's bow in them. And eyes of the coldest Crystal Blue that nonetheless sparkled with vivacious life.

She was tall and slim, yet her body was made of perfect curves, everywhere it should be. Her long, lithe form was held inside a stunning white formal dress. She was the perfect embodiment of an Ice Queen.

"I'm so sorry I did that, but I just had to get your attention. I love T. S. Eliot and Emily Dickinson's works. And you know them so well. And please don't be offended, but you are so beautiful it's breathtaking. I just had to talk to you."

Her voice chimed like sweet silver bells. A shiver went down Miranda's spine. And she blushed deeply. Me, beautiful? She thought "Oh, that's, um, that's okay" Miranda smiled beautifully, as she shyly dropped her eyes "It's nice to meet you"

"I'm Genevieve, and it's truly a pleasure."

"I'm Miranda" The girl said.

The two girls began speaking animatedly. Josie soon got up and left in a huff, totally forgotten.

Miranda was floored by Genevieve's beauty. She squirmed in her seat as they talked. In her mind she saw her and Genevieve kissing passionately. Hands on each other's faces. It made it hard to speak coherently, the urge was so overpowering.

Genevieve thought Miranda was truly one of the sexiest girls she'd ever seen, and wanted her badly, but kept it to herself for now.

She knew how difficult seducing a virgin could be. And converting innocent teen girls to lesbianism was possibly her greatest joy in life. The University was a feasting ground for her.

As their conversation went on and on Miranda became more and more entranced. She felt a warmth inside herself she'd never felt before, an attraction she couldn't deny. She kept meeting Genevieve's ice blue eyes and looking away.

When Genevieve reached out and touched one of her ponytails again a thrill coursed through her body, making her shiver.

The looks Genevieve were giving here were unmistakable. But Miranda was extremely shy, and still thought herself an ugly duckling

She was amazed such a gorgeous creature would even deign to speak to her, but here they were'

And she was in heaven.

As the meeting started to break up Miranda stood, filled with regret. "It was so lovely speaking with you Genevieve but unfortunately I must get to work"

"Miranda, wait" Genevieve pleaded, a stunning smile on her angelic face. She reached into her purse, withdrawing a card and a pen, she hurriedly scribbled on it and handed it to Miranda

It read

Genevieve Cairns, room ** Camelia Hall

***-****

Call Me.

Miranda took the card, smiling, and blushing again "I will Genevieve, I will"

"My friends call me Gen" she said with a soft smile.

"Well, talk to you soon Gen"

Miranda turned and walked away, a wonderful smile on her soft lips and butterflies painting the inside of her soul.

Genevieve watched Miranda's body gently sway as she walked away, the deep blue velvet doing nothing to hide her curves. She watched like a Jaguar staring intently at it's prey in some primeval Amazonian rainforest.

Her mouth watered.

September 11th 1999

So Miranda called Genevieve and their long conversation ended in an invitation to dinner. Clearly a date, if Gen had been a boy. Which, she wasn't.

Miranda had never been on a date. And she was extremely trepidatious about being seen, out with another girl. Her father would be beyond furious if he found out their liaison was romantic.

But she was an adult, and so excited, and wanted to so badly. She'd agreed. So she found a pair of expensive jeans that fit her tightly, and a black Depeche Mode tee. And laid them out on her bed. She was clad only in a lacy black bra and panties, and her supple body moved with exquisite grace as she pulled the items from her closet. She did her makeup perfectly, put on the clothes, grabbed her purse and headed for the door.

Her Father's gruff voice came from the living room and she froze. "Where are you going Miri, you don't work tonight right?"

"No. No Daddy, I'm going to hang out with my friend Genevieve, okay?"

"No Boys Honey." Her dad spoke.

"No Daddy, no boys." She turned and went out the door.

Almost as soon as she walked into IHop she saw Genevieve. Clad in another white dress, cut differently than the last one. She stood gracefully smiling wide

"Miranda, you made it, I am so glad."

"Hey" Miranda's voice was sweet as silver bells.

When she got to her table she froze again, Genevieve clasped her arms. Her warm hands were a thrill on Miranda's skin. For just a moment Miranda thought Genevieve was going to kiss her right on the lips, but she planted a soft kiss on Miranda's cheek instead.

The two girls sat on opposite sides.

"I'm so glad you came Miranda, you get prettier every time I see you"

Miranda blushed. She smiled shyly, looked down and took a moment to answer softly "Thank You Genevieve"

"It's the truth" a slight shrug of Genevieve's creamy smooth shoulders.

"You're gorgeous" Miranda blurted. Turning a deeper red.

"It's okay Miranda, you don't have to be embarrassed, or ashamed"

"I'm trying not to be, it's just hard, my dad..." Miranda trailed off

"Your father what?" Genevieve's crystal blue eyes were so beautiful, she had to look into them.

: it's a sin, being here, with you, on a, on a,... date."

"Is this a date?" Genevieve said softly, coyly.

"I. I. Yes"

Genevieve slid her hand across the table and wrapped Miranda's smaller hand in it.

"Then let's make the most of it. I don't give a fuck what anyone else thinks. We're allowed to be young and have fun."

Miranda's smile was more beautiful than the sun that crowns the stark, frost seared limbs with roseate fire upon the advent a long Winter nights dawn.

"I can live with that" she spoke softly.

So the two girls are and talked, sharing experiences, and stories, likes and dislikes.

Miranda was soon shocked to discover almost three hours had past.

"Oh Gen, I'm sorry, I have to be home soon."

"Well" Genevieve's stunning blue eyes looked so deeply into Miranda's smoky green orbs. "I've had a simply fantastic time with you Miranda, to be honest I hate for it to end, and, I rather hope you feel the same. And of course that I'm not being entirely too forward."

"No, I" Miranda flushed red and butterflies fluttered deep inside of her. "I've had a wonderful time as well and also wish very much it could continue, but.."

Genevieve didn't let her finish. "Come back to my dorm room then, and meet my roommates, we can hang out some more" she smiled brightly "And we can call your parents, I'm sure they'll be okay with it, right?"

Miranda knew her parents would allow it. And she wanted it so badly. But she was so nervous. She wanted to believe the signs she was seeing were real. That this beautiful blonde woman wanted to be more than friends. She was so excited. And so scared.

"I" she hesitated. I want this, I want this, she thought. "I g-guess there's only one way to find out" She tossed up her slim-fingered hands.

"Yes!" Genevieve clapped once then wrapped Miranda's hand in her own, pulling her towards the door, and her future.

October 24th 1999

So over the course of a few weeks Miranda and Genevieve had become close friends. And Genevieve's roommates, a gorgeous girl of Italian descent named Anna-Lucia Tomasi and a small slight brunette, who despite her size was very outgoing, named Kelly Vandergriff.

They all hung out together almost constantly. For Miranda it was wonderful having friends, being on her own, escaping the stifling slow smothering of her home.

And her burgeoning relationship with Genevieve was driving her mad. She wanted very much for it to be romantic. And all the signs were there.

She was just so torn. The voices inside her told her it was a sin and wrong. She was scared of what would happen if people knew she was lesbian.

She shied away from the thought. But she also wanted it.

Tonight the girls were out bowling at one of the local lanes. The joyous cacophony of the place would have been overwhelming to Miranda's social anxiety.

But Genevieve and Anna-Lucia made her feel safe.

Tonight Genevieve was wearing ripped jeans and a sparkly purple tee. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back. Miranda kept stealing glances at the creamy smooth skin of Gen's thighs, exposed in the rips of her jeans.

Miranda watched Genevieve's long legs and perfect, supple ass as she bowled. Lustful thoughts entered her head and when one of the other girls would speak to her she'd blush.

When Genevieve and Kelly went to the snack bar, Anna-Lucia leaned over and began speaking with Miranda.

She was extraordinarily beautiful, Miranda thought. Her long, midnight-black tresses fell in loose curls and waves around her shoulders. Her eyes glittered, dark and mysterious. Her smooth skin was a few shades lighter than caramel, and where Genevieve was tall (Miranda's discovered she was 5'10") and lithe, Anna-Lucia was shorter, and very curvy. Her body was feminine perfection.

"You play the piano beautifully Miranda, I'm amazed, I wish I had half that talent" Anna-Lucia's voice was clear and sweet.

"It's just a lot of practice" Miranda spoke demurely.

Anna-Lucia's smile was breathtaking "I think it's more than that. Then there's how stunning you are. I think Gen's a pretty lucky girl"

Miranda blushed deeply.

"We're just friends"

"Okay" Anna-Lucia's smile could light up Manhattan. "But you're safe here with us Sweetie, you can be" A pause "Whoever you want to be" Anna-Lucia looked level into the deep green smoke of Miranda's eyes.

"That's right" Genevieve's voice from behind her. Miranda turned in her seat to see Gen placing a tray of nachos and two soft drinks on the table in front of them.

Genevieve sat directly behind her... and wrapped an arm loosely around her waist. She drew in a breath and momentarily stiffened, a million thoughts in her mind. Then she visibly relaxed.

Genevieve smiled, as did Anna-Lucia. Kelly was busy eating starburst fruit chews.

Miranda looked back over her shoulder at the woman whose arm encircled her. She trembled slightly. Genevieve leaned forward, her face inches from Miranda's

Her intent to kiss the slight, beautiful girl was clear.

Miranda turned her face at the last moment, leaving Gen's lips to softly rub her cheek as she planted a soft kiss.

"Not in public" Miranda whispered.

"What are you scared of?" Genevieve's voice, soft as the wind that blows at midnight.

Miranda shrugged.

"Okay" Genevieve pulled her back into her embrace, hugging her. "We'll take our time"

Anna-Lucia's smile shone like diamonds.

October 30th 1999

Halloween was in full swing across the campus. Ghostly Ghouls held revels under wispy tendrils of low hanging Spanish Moss. Graceful necks were bared to chiseled fangs under pitiless sodium streetlamps

The night was magic, the campus was alive.

The four girls were at one of the local rave clubs and they made quite a tableau for searching eyes.

Genevieve wore a pinstriped black silk suit. It clung to her tall and lithe, yet curvaceous body. Her ashen blonde hair fell in a wild torrent behind her, spilling out from under her black fedora.

She was a gangster, from the 1920s

Anna-Lucia wore a very short, very snow-white dress. The effect contrasted against her caramel-soft skin tone was devastating. Her midnight-jet tresses fell in inky waves to frame the lovely cleavage of her décolletage, her full breasts strained against the dresses' snowy fabric. Behind her back a pair of pure white wings, and over her head a golden halo.

Anna-Lucia was a perfect Angel

She ground her hips against Genevieve's thighs in time with the music

Miranda looked as though she should be always under a spotlight, silhouetted dramatically. She was stunning as a 1940s film star. She wore the same crushed velvet and midnight blue formal she'd worn to orientation weeks before. And her curvy body was as stunning now, as it was then. Everything about her spoke of perfection. Many, many eyes stared unabashedly, taking her in.

She danced, slowly, a few feet from Genevieve, who couldn't take her eyes from Miranda's beauty.

Miranda's eyes were closed, her dark hair brushed across the creamy smooth skin of her chest and shoulders as she danced.

Genevieve was nearly overcome by lustful thoughts.

Kelly Vandergriff was behind Miranda. Her hands rested lightly on the velvet of Miranda's dress, over her hipbones.

Kelly had her dyed blonde hair under a red bandana, she was wearing a red checkered shirt that showed her bare midriff, it was tied in tails under her small breasts, Her perfect, cute rounded butt was in a pair of Daisy Dukes shorts. Because that is who she was going as. Daisy Duke. And she made a good one.

Between the four of them the girls were drawing tons of appreciative looks from the rest of the club's attendees. All women. A fact Miranda scarcely thought of. She was a bit tipsy on wine and having the time of her life.

She was thoroughly enjoying the way Genevieve stared at her. It made he feel good.

She danced slowly, provocatively, her movements flowing naturally,

She wanted Genevieve to desire her. She wanted her romantic dreams to come true.

Anna-Lucia looked at Miranda and felt the regret, deep in her heart that it was Genevieve and not herself that Miranda looked at so longingly.

She herself dreamed sometimes about touching Miranda's face, kissing her soft lips. She knew it was never to be.

She was worried that Genevieve would just end up hurting Miranda. It was none of her business but...

But, she just knew what Gen was like...

When the song ended the girls all went back to their booth for a moment

Genevieve sighed, and taking an ice cube from her drink, she drew it across her forehead, staring at Miranda all the while. "It's so hot in here, or maybe it's just you"

Miranda blushed, giggled and looked down. Normally she'd be far more careful, openly flirting with a girl in public, But Gen and Anna-Lucia and Kelly made her feel safe. And cared for.

Something she hadn't felt at home in a long time.

Genevieve looked down at her watch with a moment's irritation. She knew Miranda was supposed to be home by Midnight. And it was 11.40

Genevieve decided it was time to put her plans in motion.

She looked at Miranda. "Why don't you come back to the Dorms with us, You can stay over, we'll call your dad" She smiled at Miranda "Please?"

"Yeah Miranda come back with us" Anna-Lucia's smile lit up the room. "I'll give you one of my pony blankets, they're really cozy!"

Genevieve smiled widely at Miranda "I'll keep you nice and warm"

Miranda shivered a little in excitement at that,

"Okay" Miranda smiled shyly "I'll go."

A few minutes later, the girls were home. Anna-Lucia laid out a soft pink blanket with the pony Snuzzle on it on the bed for Miranda then went to pull off her costume and take a long, hot shower.

Miranda and Genevieve were by one of the twin beds. Genevieve searched her dresser drawers and pulled out an oversize tee with purple moons and stars all over it

"Here" She held out the garment in her delicate, long fingers "You can sleep in this"

Miranda, quite tipsy, swayed a bit. She bit her lower lip under Genevieve's ice blue stare. "You got to turn around, so I can change." She said.

A flush crept up slowly into her chest and neckline.

Genevieve smiled like a predatory cat "Sure"

Genevieve looked into the big mirror behind her dresser and watched Miranda pull down the straps of her velvet dress, and wiggle her body as she shrugged off the dress.

Genevieve longed for Miranda's creamy skin, stared at her magnificent curve, the perfect roundness of her ass. Her smooth thighs and calves. She wanted her, badly,

Miranda pulled on the tee shirt. And sat on the edge of the bed. Genevieve turned around and looked at her.

She flipped off the light, walked over and sat down next to Miranda.

Miranda had a chill of excitement running through her mind, and her young body.

She trembled slightly, Genevieve got the blanket and wrapped it around Miranda, she put an arm over Miranda's shoulder

The two girls looked into each other's eyes

"Told you I'd keep you warm" Genevieve said softly

Miranda never wanted anything as badly as this in her life. I want this, I want this She thought.

"You do more than keep me warm Genevieve, you make me hot" Miranda said breathily.

Genevieve leaned closer. Her vanilla scent was making Miranda crazy, her warmth so near. Genevieve's Ice Blue eyes locked on the hazy, sea-smoke green of Miranda's

"Do you want me to kiss you Miranda?" Genevieve asked, gently

"Please" Was the only word Miranda said in response.

Genevieve's hand slid through Miranda's dark hair, cupping her head as she placed her mouth, her soft lips, over Miranda's mouth.

Genevieve's hand slid through Miranda's dark hair, cupping her head as she placed her mouth, her soft lips, over Miranda's mouth

Miranda moaned softly as Genevieve's lips touched her. Genevieve shuddered with long repressed excitement as Miranda's sweet, hot breath filled her mouth, her body in Gen's arms, warms skin so tantalizingly close under soft cotton fabric.

Miranda squirmed and pushed closer to Genevieve, twisting her body to the side, melting into her lover's kiss. Her fingers slid through the silky ash blonde strands of Genevieve's hair, as the tall blonde's arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer.

Miranda had wanted this for so long. She melted into Genevieve's embrace.

She was in Heaven, in joy, transfixed in ecstasy.

She moved her face from side to side, kissing Genevieve with all the fiery passion burning in her young heart. Actually pushing the taller girl back further into the bed with the power of her ardor. Her tongue twined around Gen's, as Gen's tongue pushed deep into her mouth.

And when Genevieve moved a hand between them, and placed it over one of Miranda's breasts, she felt as though her heart would explode into a torrent of blazing sparks of joy.

She moaned into Genevieve's open mouth as the other girl's hard rubbed over the hard, pink stiff nub of her nipple, through the purple tee.

Miranda had never been so excited in her life. Yet within her, her anxiety and unease was also building to an unbearable point.

It was wrong, it was a sin.

Her carnal desire battled with her strict upbringing in her subconscious mind as her and Genevieve continued to kiss so lovingly, so passionately.

Genevieve pulled back from Miranda's mouth, causing her to moan aloud, she slid her lips slowly over Miranda's face, down to her graceful neck.

"Oh Genevieve, oh Baby"

Genevieve's hot kisses trailed in tingling paths down Miranda's neckline. But even as the did Miranda's nerves, her fear rose inside her like an unstoppable tide.

She stiffened and turned away from Genevieve, burying her face in her hands.

Genevieve sat in shocked silence for a moment, then leaned over.

"Miranda, Sweetheart, tell me what's wrong, don't you want to"

Miranda's slim shoulders shook with sobs.

Genevieve pulled Miranda close, hugging her.

"It's okay baby girl, it's okay." Genevieve held Miranda close, smoothing her hair. "We can take it slower, but understand, Miranda." she hesitated.

"It's not your fault, it's not wrong, and it's not a sin. There is nothing wrong with you, or with what we are doing, it's natural Miranda, it's normal, I promise you"

Miranda sniffled "I'm sorry Genevieve, I really want to, you're so lovely, and I... I... care about you."

Miranda looked up, her soft, sea-smoke green eyes, so clear like a morning sunrise, rimmed with the red of tears.

"I want to go on but I'm scared, I need time but," Her hand grabbed at Gen's. And she held the pale girl's long slim fingers entwined in her own more delicate ones. "I don't want to lose you."

Genevieve smiled and leaned in close. "You'll never lose me, and you have all the time you need. Relax Miranda. I'm really into you, and I'm not going anywhere."

They kissed again, softly, passionately. Then Genevieve got up. And walked to the door. "Goodnight Miranda, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight Genevieve"

Miranda had wanted to say, "I love you" but just couldn't.

She laid her head on the pillow, full of a thousand thoughts.

October 31st 1999

As the ghouls, goblins, and haunts passed by outside Camelia Hall. Miranda lay in a deep, dreamless sleep. Lulled to peace by dwelling on Genevieve's sweet words.

But sometime in the deep gloom of the darkest hours between 2 and 3 am something woke her. She roused and sat up in Genevieve's bed. The room was almost totally dark, but she heard soft and decidedly feminine snores from a few feet away. Surmising it had to be Anna-Lucia or Kelly, she turned in the bed to go back to sleep.

Then she heard the slightest of noises that sounded very off in the velvet darkness.

She sat, and waited to see if she heard it again, and then, she did.

A moan, unmistakably. A feminine moan of pleasure. It could be nothing else.

Miranda rolled off the bed. Her soft bare feet sank into the carpet. She stood, and walked carefully through the bedroom, to the hallway.

The going got a bit easier in the hall, as the bathroom light was on and the door cracked slightly.

"Oooooooooooh"

Miranda froze. A moan, unmistakably.

It came from the living room area.

Miranda creeped, quiet as a cat, down the hallway until she was at the living room door.

What she saw shocked her beyond anything she'd ever felt.

Under the low light of the lava lamps in both corners of the room, her Genevieve and Kelly, were twisted up, into each other on the sofa.

And they were both naked.

Miranda had dreamed of Genevieve's body, and now, she was seeing it. Genevieve was laid back on the sofa. Her white-blonde hair in a wild tumbling flood down the sofa's back. Her beautiful face was twisted in a rictus of pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut.

Her small breasts were perfect cones, topped with pale pink, hard nipples that Miranda longed to kiss and suck.

Now, someone else's hands were on her lover's breasts. Kelly...

Miranda's gaze traveled down Genevieve's flat stomach and abdomen.

Until... until...

Her mind at first did not want to accept what she saw, but she saw it.

In her mind she said it. Kelly's face is in Genevieve's pussy.

Kelly Vandergriff's tongue licked at Genevieve's wet, pink femininity.

Kelly was on her knees in the floor, Genevieve's legs were wrapped around her, over her shoulders.

Kelley is eating Genevieve's pussy. Miranda thought to herself. She was so torn. She felt so many thing. A vivid sadness seeing Genevieve be intimate with another girl. Jealousy because deep inside making love with Genevieve was her fondest wish and biggest dream.

And arousal. Because what she saw made her very hot. Her nipples were hardened. She knew she was damp, between her legs.

Revulsion and Lust battled inside her.

Now that she was at the living room entrance Miranda could more plainly hear Genevieve's moans of ecstasy.

And the wet licking and sucking sounds... and Kelly worked at her.

"Ohhh god... oh fuck" Genevieve softly moaned.

"I'm so close Kelly, don't stop... keep lickimg meeeeeee"

Miranda stared, she couldn't pull herself away

Genevieve got louder by a degree "Oh fuck I'm cumming"

"Oh Miranda!!!!"

Genevieve's lovely eyes were closed, neither girl had looked up, but she'd called out Miranda's name in the peak of her ecstasy.

Miranda was so torn, and confused.

She rams quietly back to the bedroom, and searched blindly for her discarded dress, and her purse.

She found her purse and pulled out her Nokia 8210 and used the light from the small screen to find her dress and shoes, which she quietly, but quickly put on. Not disturbing the sleeping girl in the other bed, that had to be Anna-Lucia.

She stood up. Walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. She stopped briefly to look. Now it was Kelly Vangergriff on the sofa. Her small, trim, athletic body on full display. She twined her legs around Genevieve's face, and Genevieve licked and sucked her wet pussy.

Miranda swept quickly by and through the living room.

Kelly jumped in sudden surprise and sat forward "Miranda where are you going!?" She asked in her slightly squeaky voice.

Genevieve disengaged and quickly spun around on the floor. She made eye contact with Miranda, whose hand was on the door handle.

Her mouth and chin were wet with Kelly's juices.

"Home" Was the only word Miranda spoke and she pulled the door open, exited the room into the hallway and swiftly shut the door behind her.

She strode down the corridor and did not look back.

Tears streamed down her beautiful face

To Be Continued in Chapter 2