Not What You Think - Sex Stories

Not What You Think

I just turned 39 and I accepted the fact that my daughter was a

lesbian. I didn't really care; she was my baby. I was only concerned with

her well being and not her sexual preference. There must have been signs

over the years; I guess I missed them. It was not easy raising Amanda

alone. I blame her cheating father for most of my problems, actually all of

them. She was 18 now and becoming more difficult to control. Amanda had

always been a straight A student. Active in sports, especially soccer and

basketball.

She had some friends I particularly didn't approve of, especially

this girl called Raven. She was into that Gothic sort of thing. Straight

black hair over one eye, black lipstick and fingernail polish. Body

piercings, always wore black knee high lace up boots and black

clothes. Amanda and Raven were so different. I don't know how on earth they

could be friends. I liked Traci, she was more like Amanda and a more

normal.

I was 22 when Amanda was born. I divorced her father when she was

11. I always tried to be a good mother to her. I owned two retail clothes

boutiques which are well managed by my staff. I always had time for

Amanda. I was at every basketball and soccer game she played in. Now, at

seventeen, I was suddenly in her "space" trying to control her every move.

I didn't want huge mother daughter fights, so I tried to be more

tolerant. I allowed the usual sleep overs; at and away from home. I was ...

... not

sure if all her friends were lesbians or not. I was glad I didn't have to

worry about her getting pregnant with some boy.

Junior year in high school was first year I met her friend

Raven. Once I asked her about Raven. I was suddenly in her "space" again. I

had no doubt in my mind that Raven was a lesbian also. However, she was so

different from the other girls. One day after school Amanda and Raven came

home together. They went to Amanda's room, but for only a few minutes. I

was in the kitchen when they walked in.

"Me and Raven are going to Traci's house to listen to music."

"Ok. Be back for dinner."

It was about fifteen minutes later; I heard a knock at the door. I

opened it and there was Raven. She casually stepped inside. "Hi,

Mrs. Baker."

I was surprised. "I thought you and Amanda were at Traci's."

"Amanda is. I thought we should talk alone."

"About what?"

I closed the door and followed Raven into the living room.

"About why you don't like me."

I stopped abruptly. "Who said I didn't like you?"

"No one has to say. I can tell. I scare you."

"What ever gave you that idea?"

"You don't understand me. I'm different. That scares you. It's better to

avoid me."

It was very awkward for me to look her in the eye. Because what she said

was true. She did frighten me.

I cleared my throat. "Well, I'm sorry. I don't intend to make you

feel....."

Raven cut me off. She stepped in close to me; her lips almost ...