Date: Fri, 20 Sep 2002 21:54:52 -0700
From: Ronnie <stonefeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: ROMY AND JULIE, PART 1

Ladies and gentlemen, the following story you are about to read contains
sexually explicit acts between two 19-year old women who are beginning a
consensual relationship.

If you are under age, live in a place where it is unlawful, or are just
offended by the notion of two young women in love with each, please do us a
favor, and leave. This is a work of fiction. Nothing more.

If you have no more questions, then let us begin.



ROMY AND JULIE- Part 1

By Keith


Liccorice Pizza , the record store, was a welcome haven for those escaping
the chill of a Thanksgiving Holiday in 1978. The sun was just setting
outside the establishment on a Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, along
Hawthorne Blvd. in Lawndale near the South Bay Mall in California.

The Christmas shopping period had just begun earlier that day with all
sorts of people in and out the shop purchasing gifts and certificates for
their friends and loved ones. The cashier, a blonde, bearded, bespectacled,
and somewhat plump and swarthy man in his late 30's, was busily handling
purchases and payments from the many myriad and sundry customers who would
come and go, in and out, all through the live long day. You could tell that
he was in good spirits despite his physique, and his attitude was also high
for such a night as such nights would come until the 24th of next month
which would therefore signal the coming of Christmas day. He was still busy
at the cash register ringing up purchases from and for the many different
people stopping here to shop, or pick up orders made a week or two in
advance, when he failed to notice one person enter Liccorice Pizza to
fulfill a mission.  It was at that moment when a young woman of 19 walked
in. She was moderately tall, surprisingly thin, yet with a swagger and
confidence that betrayed her exterior. Her long, straight, strawberry
blonde hair was tied back in a braided tassle much like a lion's. Her
pallid blue eyes befit her equally pallid complexion to a tee. She was
dressed in a red with white bamboo print silk, mini kimono under a dark
brown with light colored fur trim Eskimo jacket, complimented with dark
rinse indigo , low-rise, bootcut jeans and dark brown midheight ankle boots
with 2" heels.  She carried her brown, leather shoulder bag on the left
shoulder in an asymmetrical fashion. Romy Woodward had come to Liccorice
Pizza Record Store in search of an album she wanted since the previous
year. She strode over to the middle aisle section, where the names of rock
artists would be named in alphabetical order, with assurance that the album
she wanted would be there. If it was not, then she would cease and desist
her quest for sure. As she perused the aisle to the B portion of the rock
section, Romy's eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar person.

Standing before her very presence, just barely 3-5" from her was a pure
goddess. She knew this girl before back in high school when they both
graduated the previous year. It was Julie Spencer.

What was Julie Spencer doing here inside Liccorice Pizza?, Romy mused. She
began to wonder why, but then she remembered that the pretty brunette girl
was not the most outgoing . She tended to be shy, never wanting to hang
with any other kids, but to keep to her books to keep her family proud. Now
Romy was the exact opposite of Julie when they were both in high school.
She was an Honor Student and track star who won a letter for helping her
team win the CIF Championships for a third straight year in a row. Romy
knew she was gay, and everybody else knew it much to the displeasure of her
teachers and her parents, so she worshipped Julie from afar until they both
graduated from Redondo Beach High in early June of 1977. She paid no heed
to the promo announcing the new Superman that was out in theatres as she
stared longingly and almost lovingly at Julie as she perused the A portion.
Now Julie was dressed to befit her willowy if somewhat subdued demeanor in
a long butter colored tank skirt with light blue floral print covered by a
plush Royal blue velvet blazer complimented by well worn, brown leather
platforms that suddenly betrayed her studious manner. Julie had always worn
saddle shoes with her attire of parochial styled skirts and clean white
shirts when she and Romy attended high school, but she was beginning to
step out on her, albeit tentatively. Quickly remembering what she was
after, Romy searched the B portion and found what she was looking for: The
Babys-Broken Heart. With a triumphant smile, she turned to face the
brunette beauty whose hair was long, yet parted in the middle as a part of
the fashion that was indicative of the early 70's. Quietly clearing her
throat, Romy was about to make her move.

"Funny seeing you here, Julie isn't it?", she questioned warmly to the girl
in front of her.

Julie turned to the right and looked at Romy when she said, "Well hello,
Romaine. What are you doing here?"

"I thought I get a new album while I was out on the town". She showed her
the copy of The Babys-Broken Heart to Julie. "And what are you hoping to
buy this evening?"

"I was hoping to purchase either Van Halen or Gerry Rafferty's latest. They
said that the song Baker Street is awesome".

"The V and R portions are down the aisle if you are wondering, Julie".

It was the chance of the lifetime to get reacquianted with each other, and
this time Romy was not about to back down, regardless.

"So how have you been since graduation?"

"Fine. Just fine. Why ask?"

Romy boldly asked, "I see you're alone on a Friday night such as
this. Would you care to get a burger with me?"

There was a brief silence between the young women.

"Of course I'd love to. My parents are out shopping for Christmas presents,
so I took the bus up from the South Bay Mall. Say what time is it?"

Romy quickly looked at her watch and said, "about 6 or 6:15. Are you
expected home soon?"

"No. I told my folks I was doing a little holiday shopping of my own".

"I do hope your parents aren't upset with you for going out with a girl for
a bite to eat".

"Who cares? Anyway, I'm ready for a little adventure tonight. Are you
game?"

"I'm game if you are", replied Romy with a satisfied and victorious grin on
her face.

"I'm going up to the register to pay this. I've been looking for this album
since last summer and....."

"I don't really like Van Halen much. I'm more of a Black Sabbath
groupy. Know what I mean?"

Julie winked a sly wink at Romy, letting her know that she was finally
ready to venture out of her ordinary existence and that this would be
Romy's lucky night.

"Of course I do, Julie. I'll wait for you by the door while you make your
purchase, fair enough?"

"Fair enough", Julie chimed softly as both young women parted ways
momentarily.

At the cashier, it was decided that each share in the payment of their
records. Julie finally decided to get Gerry Rafferty after all.

"Will that be all, ladies?"

Both agreed and nodded to the man behind the counter as they pooled their
money together to pay for their albums. Quickly and graciously, Romy opened
the door for Julie to walk out through as both young women entered into the
chilly evening air.

They walked only a few feet to Romy's car, a 1977 black TransAm, the same
car featured so pivotally in Smokey and the Bandit .

"What a totally bitchin' car you've got there Romy".

"I know. Hop in and we'll go for a spin".

The redhead gallantly opened the passenger side of her car for Julie to
climb into. Romy swiflty and struttingly walked around the trunk side of
the TransAm and got in on the driver's side.

With the motor started up, the TransAm waited for a clearing in the traffic
and then roared out and down Hawthorne Blvd. and into the night to points
uncertain.


TO BE CONTINUED

Please do feel free to send your comments on the beginning of my story. I'd
like to hear from you. Bye for now

Keith