Girl Love Happens: G&T Lesbian Romance Season One, Episodes 1 & 2 by T.B. Markinson

Author:T.B. Markinson
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: T. B. Markinson
Published: 2016-03-08T23:00:00+00:00

Gemma’s Lesbian Proclamation

The hostess led the way through a horde of sorority girls, most of whom looked like Shannen Doherty, Jennie Garth, or Tori Spelling of Beverly Hills, 90210. Thankfully, they were leaving Applebee’s as we ventured farther and farther until the girl plastered a smile on her face and dramatically waved to the last booth near the bar, saying, “Here ya go, folks.”

I scooted over and Gemma squeezed in next to me. Ava, Gemma’s mom, sat opposite me, and her husband, Cormac, took up the remaining two-thirds of the bench.

Before the hostess had time to scram, a waiter appeared and set down four waters. Talk about efficiency. “Would any of you like something to drink besides water?” he asked.

Gem and I chirped simultaneously, “Chocolate shake, please.”

“Coffee, please,” Ava said with a motherly smile.

“Diet Coke.” Cormac glommed onto the menu with meaty fingers.

“How are classes?” Ava straightened her back and propped her elbows on the table.

“Fine,” we both chorused. My voice was more enthusiastic than Gemma’s.

“Gemma, are you feeling well? You’re deathly white. Did you not sleep last night? You always look pale when you stay up late.” Ava leaned over the table to feel her daughter’s forehead with the back of her hand.

Neither of us got much sleep the previous night and it wasn’t because we were studying, unless you plunked our activities into the sexual education category.

“Pulling a lot of all-nighters?” Cormac asked.

I choked on my water, drawing their attention to me. Gemma bumped my leg under the table, and the amusement that danced in her eyes made me choke more.

“Put your arms up.” Cormac demonstrated by reaching for the sky.

Gemma rolled her eyes. “Dad, she’s choking. Not deaf.”

“J-just s-swallowed wrong.” I cleared my throat in an attempt to tamper the tickle. “I’m good.”

The waiter arrived with our drinks.

Gemma held my shake and slipped the straw into my mouth. “It’ll help your throat,” she coaxed.

Ava eyed us with a curious squint.

Cormac tapped the menu to get the waiter’s attention away from me, the spaz. “We’ll start with spinach and artichoke dip along with mozzarella sticks. Those are your faves, right Gemma?”

Gemma nodded.

“Very good, sir.” The waiter spun around.

“Tegan, your little fit reminded me of the time when Gemma’s Uncle Dermot decided to piss on a fire ant hill,” Cormac said.

“How are you connecting the two, dear?” Ava asked with a knowing smile.

“What do you mean?” He seemed generally befuddled.

I’d learned long ago that Cormac’s transitions into one of his tall tales never made sense. I suspected Ava knew that better than most, but she enjoyed goading him.

“Are you going to let me tell the story?” he asked.

“By all means. Don’t let logic get in the way of a story.” Ava motioned for him to continue.

Cormac playfully huffed and Ava winked at me. I wished my parents enjoyed each other’s company half as much as Gemma’s parental units.

“Now where was I?” He rubbed his double chins for effect and then snapped his fingers. “That’s right Dermot and the ants.” He wiggled his butt on the seat.

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