Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2002 19:38:08 -0800 From: Marina <calixte66@angelfire.com> Subject: Bittersweet Calixte: Ch.1 "The Move" (lesbian) This is my first "test" chapter to see if I should continue posting my work. Please let me know what you think! E-mail: Calixte66@Angelfire.com. DISCLAIMER: This story is purely fiction, intended for adults age 18 and over. Do not read if you are under age, if you find lesbianism offensive, bla bla bla. You know the drill. ________________________________________________________________________ Bittersweet Calixte Ch.1 "The Move" My name is Cassidy Raven Scott. I'm in a relationship with the most wonderful girl in the world. Her name is Jane. I suppose I should start this online journal by telling you (though I'm not sure exactly who "you" are) a little bit about us. A person to go with the name. Well, I'm about 5'11, pretty tall for my age. Scratch that, pretty tall for any female, no matter what age. I'm nineteen. I've been a tomboy my whole life. Don't blame me, I didn't choose to grow up with three older brothers. I have short hair. really short hair, but I don't look like a boy (thank god!). I like my tomboyish look; not so femme but far from resembling a stupid male (quite vague, isn't it?). My girlfriend Jane is the most beautiful girl in the world. She's twenty one and 5'7, which is a perfect height to be. I guess you could call her femme, seeing as how she has long, dark brown hair (and the most beautiful deep brown eyes), but she's not into the "girlie" things like fluffy pink purses. She can be incredibly dominant which is quite ironic considering the fact that she's smaller than me. And I mean dominant in a good way. Do you have any idea what kind of feelings rush through my body seeing this incredible woman dominate me? I can't describe it. I love living in the same apartment with her. We just moved in two days ago. Its ours, and no one else's. It's such a- "Cas!!" Damn, interrupted again. "Yea?!" I responded, saving my work on the computer. She's going to ask me to come downstairs for breakfast. "Get your cute butt down here! Breakfast is ready!" She cheerfully said. "I'll be there in a sec!" I hollered back, shutting down the computer. As I waited I looked over at the bed I forgot to make when I woke up. A single thought of what happened last night sent a shiver tingling down my spine. "It is now safe to turn off your computer". What took so long anyway? I spun around in my chair and headed downstairs. When I got to the kitchen Jane was frying eggs on the stove. I quietly walked over and put my arms around her. "Mmm, morning babe," she said with a smile. I kissed her neck. "Good morning," I smiled back and kissed her neck again. She made a barely audible noise. She loves it when I do that. I stood there, holding her, watching her try to scramble eggs without paying any attention to me. "Okay, time to let go now or else I can't set the table," she said, still looking down (and smiling). "Well you're going to have to try, because I'm not letting go." I answered, squeezing her tighter. She giggled. "You know, you can be really difficult when you want to," she said, still giggling. "And you like it." "Of course I do. Now get off or else," she teased. "Or else what?" "Or else I'll make sure what happened last night won't happen again tonight," she cooed. The second thought of last night sent another shiver down my spine. I let go. "Fine, fine. I'll let you win this time," I said, smiling. She gave me a soft, playful push, and went on to set the table. I watched her, admiringly. She quickly picked up on it. "Instead of standing there looking cute you can actually help out, you know." "Oh I know," I said, and crossed my arms. I didn't want to set the table. It seems like I could stand there admiring her body forever and still not get enough. Did I mention she was beautiful? We finished breakfast and I helped clear the table, "accidentally" bumping into her the whole time just so I had an excuse to touch her. It was like we were just married. I guess the fact that we have our own apartment now didn't sink in yet. I still was all over her like there was no tomorrow. She didn't seem to mind, though. I smiled to myself. "Babe?" she said as she finished putting away the last item on the table. "Hmm?" I said, not looking up from the dishes I was almost done washing. "I don't feel like unpacking today," she said as she moved closer, putting her arms around my waist. "Wanna go to the beach instead?" "As the lady wishes," I replied, washing the last plate. "Yay! I'm ganna go get ready." She got on her tip toes, kissed my cheek, and hurried upstairs. I looked over my shoulder and watched her jog up the stairs. She's perfect, isn't she? I dried my hands and went upstairs to our room. I pushed the door open and saw her standing there in her dark blue bikini, putting on her tight shorts - the ones she knew were my favorite. She looked at me. "Hi, stare much?" She teased. I walked over, pushed her up against the wall, and kissed her. She moaned softly. "Okay, down girl. You're ganna have to wait until tonight," she said, playfully pushing me away after a few minutes of making out. "I don't wanna wait until tonight!" I pretended to be upset. For some strange reason she finds my acting like a three year old cute. "Well, you're going to have to." "Why?" "Because I want to go to the beach now. Besides, it's more interesting when you have to wait longer." I pouted. She kissed me deeply again. "All better?" she smiled. I nodded. "Good. Now are you going to get out of those pajamas or am I going to have to do it myself?" This is the end of the first chapter. Please e-mail me with comments! Calixte66@angelfire.com Copyright Tragic Angel. 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