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

Love is a Place Ch. 02: The Solution

Dearest Reader

This is Part 2. So you really should read Part 1 (Love is a place: The Puzzle) first. Honestly, trust me on this. Oh, there's also spoilers for The Third Date in here. So, maybe read that first too.

Err, there's also no sex in this one. Sorry. I know it's filed under Lesbian Sex and I stand by that. I can quote precedent (Bi-Cathy's excellent "I'd go gay for you" series). But, yes, if you're after a bit of wham-bam-thankyou-ma'ams maybe go elsewhere. I'd recommend Christa_p or Yesok1.

Still with me? Ok, great, thanks! It's appreciated. All characters are over 18. Shout out to KES for her feedback and guidance.

Happy reading!

Love T

Love is a place (Part 2): The Solution

"Oh wow, Samantha! You look amazing!" I gulp and bite my tongue before I say any more.

"Thank you Sarah! You look lovely too." Samantha says. She is really trying to return the small talk, bless her!

"No, I feel underdressed now. I didn't realise we were dressing up. Let me at least change my jacket," I reply. Shit, it's hard to tear my eyes away from her cleavage.

I switch my jacket for a coat. I'm feeling flushed. What the fuck was Amanda playing at? Dressing Samantha up like that? She isn't a fucking doll! I'm going to have to have words with her later, but not tonight.

I mean, I think to myself as I put on some lipstick to buy time while I get a grip on myself, I'm pleased that Amanda and the others are making more of an effort with Samantha. I was thrilled ...

... to hear how they had stuck up for her with that shit-head Tristan. But they need to remember that Samantha is... well... Samantha. She won't grasp what she looks like or the signals she's sending out with her hair up like that or make up on. Fuck she looks good. And we're just about to go to a concert that will be half full of lesbians. It'll be hell if Samantha gets hit on: she won't cope.

"Ok, babes," I call, "let's go."

Samantha clings to me the whole way down Park St, her eyes wide, barely saying a thing. The poor girl must be terrified. This is so far out of her comfort zone. I'm so proud she's trying, and for me nonetheless, but she doesn't need to do this. She doesn't need to do things for me. She never needs to do anything for me. I'll never be able to undo what I did. It doesn't matter that she doesn't remember. I do.

I can never hurt her or take advantage of her again.

We get to the Lantern and it's rammed. Full of women. Not surprising; Ms Nadine's song "Morning" is the theme tune for that hit Lesbian romance "A Ghost of a Chance" on Netflix. Plus she was a hit at Bristol Pride last summer. Keith finds our seats and I get Samantha sitting opposite the door so she's got an easy exit if it all gets too much. She's staring at me, eyes glazed, and won't let go of my hand. With this many people here, she must be bricking it. I know she struggles with some of the larger lectures and they've nothing on this noisy crowd.

Still, as soon as the music starts, ...