Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution - Sex Stories

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

... pedantic fashion. I expect her to stop there, but she surprises me. "However, I suspect your question was meant to ascertain if we were a romantic couple, and the answer to that is no. I am very much in love with Sarah, but she has made it clear to me that she doesn't want to have sex with me and I value her friendship so I am willing to accept that."

My mouth is hanging open. Megan's is too. I don't know where to look. My heart is trying to expand and crush itself at the same time. Yeah, of course we would be having this conversation in front of people. Fuck my life.

I catch a glimpse of Stuart's eyes staring at me in the rear view mirror and I quickly look away. At her.

My mortification is not yet over as apparently Samantha is not finished.

"Sarah, I am very sorry that I have developed inappropriate feelings for you, and I am also very sorry that I folded when you didn't respond positively to my inquiry about whether you wanted to have sex with me or not. I was surprised by the strength of my own reaction. I'm sorry that this upset you. I really hope you haven't been feeling guilty. Can we still be friends?"

It's too much. This is too much. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm going to cry.

"Of course," I choke out, and I reach for her hand, squeezing her fingers. "Always."

I lose the fight, but manage to keep from ugly crying. I turn my head to look out of the window to try to hide the tears tracking down my face.

Do I tell her I feel the same? Do I? Do I ...

... deserve that? Does she? Does she actually know what love is? What sex is? Does she realise what two women do together? Could she actually cope with that? Or would just trying cause her another crash? This right now is torture, but getting closer and still not being able to love her fully, to have her fully, wouldn't that be worse? Or would it be enough to just share what she can manage? Holding and being held by her this morning was so wonderful, and she clearly didn't mind, didn't freak out.

Positives and negatives, pros and cons, thoughts and emotions, dreams and nightmares of the future swirl and slosh around my head for the full forty minutes of the drive out of the city. I'm no closer to a clear path to progress when we arrive at Samantha's parents' semi-detached.

I've barely climbed out the door onto their drive when Rachael is wrapping me in a huge hug. And I mean huge: she's not a small woman!

"Oh Sarah sweetheart, it's so good to see you. You gave us such a shock. Samantha told us what happened..." and I just smile and nod and back-channel as the garrulous surrogate-mother of my teenage years holds up both ends of the conversation for me as she ushers us into the house. She's such a contrast from her silent, tunnel-visioned daughter, it's hard to think they're related, but strangers often think we are.

Their house smells and looks amazing. I have a glass of bucks fizz shoved in my hand by Samantha's dad Glen while I've still got my bag of presents in my ...