Whole Lesbian Sex Stories by Felice Newman

Author:Felice Newman
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cleis Press
Published: 2013-07-15T04:00:00+00:00

UNDONE

Miel Rose

There’s this woman I work with. She moves around with more confidence and self-possession than anyone I’ve ever seen. Sometimes I think it’s because she’s in her late forties, older than most of the people I hang out with. But who knows? Maybe she’s always been that way.

She works in the bulk department at the grocery store I cashier for. I love to find excuses to sneak into the back and watch her, the muscles in her arms tensing as she hefts the fifty-pound bags of dry goods. She has this old-school butch feel, and in this town, old-school butches might as well be unicorns.

After she got hired, my work clothes got a lot more interesting. My skirts got shorter, my jeans tighter—and this is really saying something. Plunging became the best adjective to describe the necklines of my tops. If the neckline was too high, I would just cut it lower. I started wearing more makeup to work, but I drew the line at heels after spending most of a shift barefoot when I decided it was more comfortable than standing eight hours in front of a cash register in platform sandals.

I would watch her move around the store, her short graying hair tousled and messy like she’d just rolled out from between some girl’s thighs. She drove me crazy. My mind would start running in circles. Did she date femmes? Would she even recognize me as femme? Or would she think I was some young, freaky straight girl trying to fuck with her? She looked like the exact kind of trouble I liked, but outside packaging can be deceiving. How did I even know she was a top? Lord knows she inspired the bottom in me.

I turned on my best flirt.

At first, I don’t think she knew what to do with me. Then she started playing along, seeing what I’d do. When I didn’t run for the hills, but continued flirting shamelessly with her, she turned up the volume. We’d be alone in the back room and she’d start dirty talking me, nothing too nasty, just enough to make my breath catch, my cheeks burn. The way she looked at me made me want to get down on my knees before her, my wrists held together behind my back, and show her what a good bottom I could be.

It was crazy making, wondering if she was going to make a move, if she would ever ask me out. Maybe she had a wife. Maybe she thought I was too young. Maybe she didn’t get hot for chubby girls. Maybe she didn’t get hot for femmes. The possibilities for rejection were endless in my head.

Then came the night we were on inventory together and the third person working our shift called in sick. I almost pissed myself when I walked around to the back of the store and saw her sitting on a stack of crates, smoking a cigarette. I always did inventory with the same two people, I hadn’t even bothered to check the schedule.

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