The Last Flight. Chapter 16 - Sex Stories

The Last Flight. Chapter 16

... wrong for a woman to love another woman.” She paused, waiting. “Isn't it?” I asked, somewhat bewildered. “Does it feel wrong?” she questioned, “When you are together? Does it feel wrong when you dream of her?” “I shook my head. “No, on the contrary, nothing in my life has ever felt more right.” “ Then how can it be wrong?” “Yes, I know, but...” the sentence trailed of. “But what?” she asked, “But...” I repeated, then put my head into my hands. “Oh, I don't know , maybe you are right, How can it be?” “Follow your heart, Karen, follow where it leads.” Françoise squeezed my hand as she spoke and an odd shiver made me go cold. “Oh Lord!” I exclaimed, “You said that in one of my dreams!” “Well then,” she said, “Deep inside, you know the answers.” “Do you know, Françoise,” I stared into her eyes, “Your girls have the most wonderful mother.” She smiled and yawned as she spoke. “I know, but try telling them that!” she laughed then, “Oh, please excuse me.” “No, excuse me!” I answered her, “I have kept you so long, look, it is beginning to get light!” The silvery light of the moon was slowly being replaced by the deep blue of the sunrise. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall, three forty! “Don't worry,” she replied, “We will talk more and get to the bottom of your fears, exorcise your demons and get you on the road to recovery.” She helped me to my feet and I put my arms around her and held her tightly. “Thank you,” I said, releasing her, “And I am sorry I tried to kiss you.” “ ...

... Oh, don't worry about that,” she smiled mysteriously, “I'm not. Maybe, someday, I will tell you a little secret of my own.” “You have secrets?” I said, half joking but half actually surprised, although I didn't know why, after all, I didn't really know her so well. She smiled mysteriously. “Oh yes, Karen, I do! Now then, you should try to sleep. I know it is difficult but you need to remain strong, physically to be able to fight your mental battles successfully.” “Yes, and I am keeping you up too, I'm sorry.” Françoise put the glasses in the sink and walked with me to my room then, after assisting me into bed and bidding me a good night, creaked back up the stairs, leaving my door open open once more. For a while I listened carefully, hearing the gentle sounds of the floorboards as she went back to bed until, finally, all was quiet again. Sleep remained elusive. My mind was swimming with all the things she had said. I thought about my past and all those men who had so totally disappointed me but, mostly, I thought of Jemima and what Françoise had said about falling for her. She was right. Deep down, I felt it was wrong to fall for another woman. I felt there must be something wrong with me but Françoise had eased my mind. Of course it wasn't wrong. How could it be, just because society frowned upon such a thing? But then, what if I wanted a family, children? Did I want children? The thoughts just churned around and around as the light in the room grew brighter through the ...