1. I Have Left Your Knickers On The Table In The Corner


    Date: 6/14/2016, Categories: Lesbian Author: guiltee, Source: LushStories

    I suppose since the meeting on that Saturday I had longed, no wanted desperately, for you to be with me again and if that involved me pandering to your sordid little games then so be it. I went from wanting to loathing in the blink of an eye, or as long as it took me bring myself off. One moment my eyes were shut thinking of you, the next I hated the sight of your smug face leering back at me. Yes I had it bad. So much so that everytime the phone rang I jumped in anticipation that it would be you. That is why I am sat here waiting on you , the music swimming around my head as I stared out of the window as the rush of people dodged the snow and sleet. They looked frozen, bedraggled or in some cases downright silly as another gust brought a flurry of snow their way. I pick up my large cup and put my tongue into the whipped fresh cream on top of the hot chocolate: mmm... Yummy, as I licked it, slowly tasting its creamy sweetness. The words ring out inside my head and I pick up the phone for the fifteenth time in five minutes; I scowl to myself and, looking out of the window, I see a woman in bright pink wellies and a short black skirt-- well, that's what the sophisticated office girl is wearing these days. I feel myself mouth the words as the chorus kicks in, and still my phone has not vibrated or rung. Please, please do something, as I check its signal strength; but no not a murmur. The ding dong of the doorbell distracts me as I see a woman with a pushchair struggling into ...
    ... the shop. Another lick of the whipped cream as I stare around the caf é at the cold, and with one exception, lonely people sheltering from the winter. The exception is a couple of youngish girls busy sucking their straws of something as they gossip about the latest conquest or who they want to have at the office. I hear the beep of a phone and automatically look down at mine even though I know it's not my ringtone. 'What a dumb dumb,' I say to myself. And still the music blares out in my earphones as the woman and pushchair find a seat; another distraction and still no phone beep. Arghhhhhh! I want to scream, why are you not in contact? You promised you would. 9.30am you said in your last text and it’s now 10.05, don't you know how hard it was getting out of bed that early for me? I switch off a minute as the music takes over my thoughts. The cream is all gone now: no more suggestive tonguing, only the warm sweet chocolate as I swirl it around. All gone and it’s 10.10; I guess you’re not coming, for whatever reason. I push the cup away, gather my things and my thoughts-- must use the bathroom before I do anything. I pick up my phone and, as if by magic, it vibrates. I feel myself smile with anticipation as I sit back down to read the text. Two seconds later and the smile is replaced by disappointment. 'Sorry not going to make it’ I turn to face the window and I feel my eyes begin to water; don't you dare cry, I tell myself, as my heart feels heavy and I get a knotted feeling ...
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