Untitled Novel - Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Untitled Novel - Chapter 1

... wasn’t interested in the company of men. Not in the romantic sense at least. Was that why Nora was so into her? Was it just because she was one of the only other openly queer women that Nora encountered on the daily? Even in a big city like New York, it wasn’t always easy to meet other women like her.

No, that wasn’t it.

Everything about Olivia felt tailor-made to suit Nora’s tastes. Granted, she barely knew the woman, and there was no way Olivia even knew Nora’s name, but everything about the way she presented herself drew Nora in. Obviously Nora was enamored with Olivia’s looks. She was exactly Nora’s physical type. But it was the energy that Olivia radiated that really pulled Nora’s focus. The confidence she displayed and the authority she carried was captivating.Damn, I really do have a type, don’t I? Man or woman, she had always had a thing for older, authority figures. All her life, she’d been a tremendous people pleaser. And something about receiving praise and admiration from someone holding power and control over her just made her crumble.

But as enticing as that thought was, she needed to let that go. She had gotten involved with someone like that before and it had completely broken her. Shattered her into a million tiny pieces that, even now, nearly a decade later, she had never been able to fully put back together. She would never be able to go back to who she was before that. Beforehim.

But she had worked hard to get to where she was now. Worked ...

... hard to put those pieces of herself back together, even if not perfectly. She needed to move on. She deserved peace after being put through the worst hell she could have imagined at such a young age. Didn’t she deserve to be happy?

Before Nora had a chance to contemplate her romantic life any longer, her cellphone, which she had been holding in her hand, started vibrating and ringing loudly, drawing all eyes in the room directly to her. The sounds of ABBA’s Dancing Queen, the ringtone she used especially for her cousin and best friend, Charlotte, filled the air. This startled Nora out of her daydream so violently that she jumped, sending her phone flying out of her hand. She shot to her feet in an attempt to catch it, but it plummeted to the ground a few feet from her. She hastily grabbed it off the floor, ignoring the call and silencing the momentary disco party. She sat back in her seat, her heart racing and heat rushing into her cheeks yet again.

As she tried her best to hide behind the head of the man sitting in front of her, she again made eye contact with her boss, David. If he looked pissed before, he was absolutely irate, on the verge of murder, now. His squishy little baby face was pinched into a tight grimace, his normally pasty skin about as red as Nora’s likely was at the moment.

Attempting to avoid David’s scrutiny, Nora shifted her eyes back over to Whitney who didn’t miss a beat during the interruption, expertly continuing on with her presentation while ...