Liv's Texan Experience - Sex Stories

Liv's Texan Experience

... month. After that, I would spend fifteen days still allowed to be in Texas but with double my workload, and then I had to go back and go into the office for the last fifteen days of that second month.

It wasn't ideal; all the extra work I would have to do on the second month would probably kill me. However, it was the only way for me to be able to go there and take care of my mom. There's no way I would leave her alone, after all, Mom never left me alone when I needed her, no matter how hard it was for her. Like when people found out I was a lesbian, and Mom stood up for me against all the judgment of our little community, leading her to be ostracized along with me. Or when my fiancée cheated on me, and she took a plane all the way to New York so I could cry on her shoulder.

Long story short, I bought a plane ticket, and in twenty-four hours, I would be heading on an unexpected trip to Texas.

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I finally arrived in the small airport in the middle of nowhere. My trip was hell—everything, absolutely everything that could possibly go wrong, did. I was so surprised my plane didn't crash because my luck today was shit. First, my plane was late, but not only was it late, it had also broken something, so they needed another plane to fly us over Texas. Me and the other passengers waited 4 hours until the company fixed the issue. Then the company lost my luggage, and there it goes—another 2 hours looking for it. Did they find it? Yes, they did. Except now, my luggage ...

... looked like it had been run over by a truck, and they insisted that the luggage was already like that when I checked in.

Whatever, I was so exhausted that not an ounce of me cared about my messed-up luggage. I just wanted to get to Mom's farm as soon as physically possible and get all this trip thing over with. It was a 5-hour drive from the airport to the farm, so I still had a long way to go. Thank God I wouldn't be the one doing the driving, even though Mom couldn't fetch me like she usually does when I come to visit. She told me one of her workers would be at the airport to take me home.

As I was waiting for the guy, Ash, to show up at the meeting point we had decided, I felt extremely tired but also happy to be back. It's funny because even though living here gave me a fair share of traumas, it also gave me most of my happy memories.

When I was younger and came back to visit, I focused a lot on the bad things, waiting for the bad memories, the judging looks, or the insults whispered just loud enough for me to hear. But now, at twenty-five and after many counseling sessions, I am able to not let the bad things affect me as much and focus on the so many good things that are also here—like my family, the animals, the food and the few people in the community that actually like me.

I was lost in thought when I heard a deep female voice calling my name.

"Excuse me, are you Olivia Jones?" she asked.

I turned around and was immediately stunned. Ash, whom I had ...