Changes - Part 13
Title: Changes - Part 13
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1156 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay felt empowered, confident - right. She felt now, more than ever, than if she wanted something, she could have it.
She didn’t mean to bail on Anna so soon but at the same time, she didn’t really know how she was feeling. She knew that she had liked it. She knew she wanted it to happen again. She knew it wasn’t just a phase. She liked women, and she liked them a lot.
A few days had passed and she hoped to run into Anna by the coffee shop again. She waited inside, watching out the window. She walked by the movie store, hoping to catch Anna or one of her friends renting a movie.
Easily enough, she could have stopped by Anna’s friend’s apartment. But it didn’t feel right and she didn’t want to seem to eager. She knew things would be different now, and wanted to recreate their chance meeting.
But Anna never appeared. Lindsay assumed she had already left the city. She felt a little like a piece of her was missing. At the same time, she felt that the world was at her fingertips.
She told Kyle that she needed some space. He was confused. What had happened? Things had been going so well.
“I just need some time to figure things out,” she said, sitting across from him at an expensive restaurant.
“ Figure what out? Babe, I love you.” He reached out, holding her hands tightly in his own. Lindsay nodded. After hearing her father abuse those words, she despised a man who threw them around so carelessly.
“I’m just not sure what I want. And I don’t want to hurt you in the process.”
Kyle reached a hand under the table and rubbed Lindsay’s leg. His hand ventured up her thigh where she stopped it with her own and pushed it aside.
“And no, that’s not what I want. I just think you and I want different things.” She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. In fact, what Kyle wanted was just what she wanted; to be with a beautiful woman.
Kyle pouted just as she knew he would. Still, he politely dropped her off at home, gave her a friendly hug and told her if she needed anything, he would be around. She thanked him with a gentle kiss on the cheek.
She avoided her mother, knowing she would be upset about the break-up. Lindsay didn’t want to talk about it; her mother would ask too many questions she wasn’t ready to answer. So she went to bed early and woke up extra early to sneak out of the house.
Through work she had met several gay men who tipped her off to some popular hangouts for other open-minded women. She knew she couldn’t risk being noticed. She may have been young and naïve but she knew that questioning sexuality early on in her career could have been near suicide. Plus, it was her job to pretend to be someone else.
She tried to look inconspicuous, wearing a baseball cap over her long red hair and a baggy t-shirt. She even left her signature stilettos at home on a shelf and wore a pair of skate sneakers instead.
The streets were busy. She saw many people she had seen at different places throughout the city. She realized how wrong she had been about some of them. It was evident that many stereotypes she had become accustomed too were all wrong.
Feeling brave, she approached a woman who had lent her change at the carwash once.
“Hey, I’m Lindsay,” she said, keeping her baseball cap pulled down over her face.
“Yeah, I know who you are. Your disguise is terrible, by the way.” The woman laughed and pulled the hat from her head. Lindsay let her long red locks fall down onto her shoulders.
“You, uh, lent me money once for the car wash. I just wanted to say thank you.”
The woman flashed a knowing grin. “You just wanted to thank me?”
Lindsay nodded, and then shook her head bashfully. “Not entirely. I, just. Uh. Did you want to hang out sometime?”
“Sure. Are you doing anything now?” Lindsay shook her head. It felt strange to approach someone she barely knew. “Well, I’m just going for a walk if you want to join me.
On their walk, Lindsay learned the woman’s name was Christine. She was 23 and worked for a youth outreach program. She had seen Lindsay’s movies and couldn’t stop gushing about how talented she thought the girl was. Lindsay couldn’t stop blushing.
“So why did you really come and talk to me today?” Christine asked, tucking her hands into her pockets.
Lindsay folded her arms across her chest nervously, watching her own feet as she walked. “I’ve been attracted to you since we first met. Only, I had no idea that’s what I was feeling until recently.”
Christine blushed. She didn’t say anything. Lindsay hoped it was because she was speechless, not because she felt awkward.
They wandered through a neighbourhood Lindsay had never seen before, with small and cozy houses. Christine pointed ahead at a yellow house with a fenced garden in the front yard. “That’s mine.”
As they approached the house, Lindsay slowed down. She looked at the front yard and the girl’s humble abode. “Can we go inside?” Christine shrugged, reluctant at first, but she pulled out her key and unlocked the front door.
She began showing Lindsay around the house. They saw the kitchen, the bathroom, and the small single bedroom, and ended in the living room. “It’s not much but it’s home,” Christine said. Lindsay watched the woman attentively as she spoke.
“No, no. I like it a lot. I like you a lot.” Christine’s cheeks flushed. She invited Lindsay to sit on the couch and joined her.
“Do you want to watch TV or something? I don’t have satellite-“ she began, but Lindsay grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She mumbled, her lips still open as she tried to speak. Lindsay had caught her off guard, and soon she stopped talking and kissed back.
The kiss was gentle and soft. Neither girl became too aggressive. Lindsay was the first to pull away. She smiled when she saw Christine’s face; eyes still closed and lips still puckered, waiting for the kiss to continue.
“Wow,” Christine said, licking her lips. They felt dry. She reached into her pocket and put on some chap stick, offering it to Lindsay. Lindsay refused it.
“Have you ever, you know, been with another woman?”
Christine looked shocked by the question. “Once.”
“What was it like?” Lindsay asked, leaning forward, her expression full of curiosity.
“Uh. Well, it was incredible; never experienced anything like it before. Have you?”
Lindsay shook her head, smiling mischievously as she slid her hand onto Christine’s thigh. “No, but there’s gotta be a first time for everything.”
Author: xjekkix
Word Count: 1156 words
Summary: A journey through self-discovery.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This is not real.
A/N: Beta’d by csifreak90
Lindsay felt empowered, confident - right. She felt now, more than ever, than if she wanted something, she could have it.
She didn’t mean to bail on Anna so soon but at the same time, she didn’t really know how she was feeling. She knew that she had liked it. She knew she wanted it to happen again. She knew it wasn’t just a phase. She liked women, and she liked them a lot.
A few days had passed and she hoped to run into Anna by the coffee shop again. She waited inside, watching out the window. She walked by the movie store, hoping to catch Anna or one of her friends renting a movie.
Easily enough, she could have stopped by Anna’s friend’s apartment. But it didn’t feel right and she didn’t want to seem to eager. She knew things would be different now, and wanted to recreate their chance meeting.
But Anna never appeared. Lindsay assumed she had already left the city. She felt a little like a piece of her was missing. At the same time, she felt that the world was at her fingertips.
She told Kyle that she needed some space. He was confused. What had happened? Things had been going so well.
“I just need some time to figure things out,” she said, sitting across from him at an expensive restaurant.
“ Figure what out? Babe, I love you.” He reached out, holding her hands tightly in his own. Lindsay nodded. After hearing her father abuse those words, she despised a man who threw them around so carelessly.
“I’m just not sure what I want. And I don’t want to hurt you in the process.”
Kyle reached a hand under the table and rubbed Lindsay’s leg. His hand ventured up her thigh where she stopped it with her own and pushed it aside.
“And no, that’s not what I want. I just think you and I want different things.” She couldn’t help but laugh to herself. In fact, what Kyle wanted was just what she wanted; to be with a beautiful woman.
Kyle pouted just as she knew he would. Still, he politely dropped her off at home, gave her a friendly hug and told her if she needed anything, he would be around. She thanked him with a gentle kiss on the cheek.
She avoided her mother, knowing she would be upset about the break-up. Lindsay didn’t want to talk about it; her mother would ask too many questions she wasn’t ready to answer. So she went to bed early and woke up extra early to sneak out of the house.
Through work she had met several gay men who tipped her off to some popular hangouts for other open-minded women. She knew she couldn’t risk being noticed. She may have been young and naïve but she knew that questioning sexuality early on in her career could have been near suicide. Plus, it was her job to pretend to be someone else.
She tried to look inconspicuous, wearing a baseball cap over her long red hair and a baggy t-shirt. She even left her signature stilettos at home on a shelf and wore a pair of skate sneakers instead.
The streets were busy. She saw many people she had seen at different places throughout the city. She realized how wrong she had been about some of them. It was evident that many stereotypes she had become accustomed too were all wrong.
Feeling brave, she approached a woman who had lent her change at the carwash once.
“Hey, I’m Lindsay,” she said, keeping her baseball cap pulled down over her face.
“Yeah, I know who you are. Your disguise is terrible, by the way.” The woman laughed and pulled the hat from her head. Lindsay let her long red locks fall down onto her shoulders.
“You, uh, lent me money once for the car wash. I just wanted to say thank you.”
The woman flashed a knowing grin. “You just wanted to thank me?”
Lindsay nodded, and then shook her head bashfully. “Not entirely. I, just. Uh. Did you want to hang out sometime?”
“Sure. Are you doing anything now?” Lindsay shook her head. It felt strange to approach someone she barely knew. “Well, I’m just going for a walk if you want to join me.
On their walk, Lindsay learned the woman’s name was Christine. She was 23 and worked for a youth outreach program. She had seen Lindsay’s movies and couldn’t stop gushing about how talented she thought the girl was. Lindsay couldn’t stop blushing.
“So why did you really come and talk to me today?” Christine asked, tucking her hands into her pockets.
Lindsay folded her arms across her chest nervously, watching her own feet as she walked. “I’ve been attracted to you since we first met. Only, I had no idea that’s what I was feeling until recently.”
Christine blushed. She didn’t say anything. Lindsay hoped it was because she was speechless, not because she felt awkward.
They wandered through a neighbourhood Lindsay had never seen before, with small and cozy houses. Christine pointed ahead at a yellow house with a fenced garden in the front yard. “That’s mine.”
As they approached the house, Lindsay slowed down. She looked at the front yard and the girl’s humble abode. “Can we go inside?” Christine shrugged, reluctant at first, but she pulled out her key and unlocked the front door.
She began showing Lindsay around the house. They saw the kitchen, the bathroom, and the small single bedroom, and ended in the living room. “It’s not much but it’s home,” Christine said. Lindsay watched the woman attentively as she spoke.
“No, no. I like it a lot. I like you a lot.” Christine’s cheeks flushed. She invited Lindsay to sit on the couch and joined her.
“Do you want to watch TV or something? I don’t have satellite-“ she began, but Lindsay grabbed her cheeks and pulled her in for a kiss. She mumbled, her lips still open as she tried to speak. Lindsay had caught her off guard, and soon she stopped talking and kissed back.
The kiss was gentle and soft. Neither girl became too aggressive. Lindsay was the first to pull away. She smiled when she saw Christine’s face; eyes still closed and lips still puckered, waiting for the kiss to continue.
“Wow,” Christine said, licking her lips. They felt dry. She reached into her pocket and put on some chap stick, offering it to Lindsay. Lindsay refused it.
“Have you ever, you know, been with another woman?”
Christine looked shocked by the question. “Once.”
“What was it like?” Lindsay asked, leaning forward, her expression full of curiosity.
“Uh. Well, it was incredible; never experienced anything like it before. Have you?”
Lindsay shook her head, smiling mischievously as she slid her hand onto Christine’s thigh. “No, but there’s gotta be a first time for everything.”