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From: "Medea F.K." <medeafk@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Texas (FF, rom, nosex)
Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 20:10:04 -0400
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  "You missed the exit," she sighed.

  "What?  I thought we had another mile to go."
  We were driving cross-country, on our way to her parents' house
for their wedding anniversary.  The idea had been to make it all
in one day, starting Friday morning, but I was called in to work
after the mail server started having fits, and it was lunchtime
before I managed to get out of there again.  A few hours after
dark, we still had a ways to go, so Beth suggested that we stop
for the night at a motel in the next town, but evidently I'd
driven right past the exit.  This is a problem when you're in the
middle of nowhere.

  "There's nothing else for miles.  Can we turn around and go
back?"

  "Yeah, I think so.  Hold on."

  She sighed again, and I glanced over, a little concerned. 
"Everything okay?"

  "I... I don't know."

  "We'll be to the motel in just a bit."

  She nodded, silent.

  I continued until I found a safe place to turn around, then
headed back the way we'd come.  Five minutes later, we were at
the exit again, and this time I turned off and found the motel my
girlfriend remembered from previous trips.

  We checked into a room at one end of the building, and carried
our bags inside.  It was definitely a low-end place, but the room
didn't seem too scary.  No giant spiders, and the paint was
mostly intact.

  Beth flopped onto the bed and lay there staring at the ceiling.
 Concerned, I sat down next to her and started to stroke her
head.  "What's wrong?"

  "I should call and tell them we won't be there untiltomorrow."

  "That sounds like a good idea.  But that's not what's bothering
you, is it?"

  "I want them to like you."

  I blinked.  "We've had dinner with your parents before, when
they came to visit.  I didn't get the impression they had a
problem with me."

  "I don't think they took you seriously.  We'd only been
together a month, but now it's been half a year and we're living
together.  I think they still expect me to grow out of this
lesbian thing."

  I bent down and kissed her on the forehead.  "Hon, it'll be
okay.  I've dealt with parents before, including my own.  They'll
get used to it, but I'm not going to abandon you if they don't."

  This didn't seem to help her.  "I'm being silly, I know I am. 
But sometimes I wonder if they're right.  What if I wake up some
day and I want the husband and the kids and the SUV, and all of
this looks like youthful foolishness?  You're the first woman
I've ever been with.  Maybe it will turn out to be a phase in the
end."

  I smiled despite myself.  "Does it feel like a phase?"

  "Oh, I don't know.  Not right now, but..."

  "You worry too much.  Anyhow, isn't that always the gamble with
love?  You can't know how you'll feel, years down the road.  You
just have to trust that it works out."

  "How can you be so confident about this?  You said yourself
that deciding to move in together was new and scary."

  "Age brings wisdom, or at least better bullshitting skills?  I
do worry, sometimes, but then I remember that I love you, and I'm
incredibly attracted to you, and it's enough."  I paused, hand
resting against the side of her face.

  She looked up at me and smiled.  "So as long as the sight of
you still makes me weak in the knees, everything will be fine?"

  I grinned.  "Something like that."  I stretched out on the bed
beside her and nuzzled in at her neck.  She shivered and tilted
her head back.

  "You're beautiful," I whispered.

  She sighed, looking more relaxed.  "There's way too much
pressure to have it all figured out, isn't there?  From my
parents, from society, from... from myself.  Fuck that, I give
up.  I'm having fun."

  I responded by kissing her neck.

  She turned to look at me.  "I really do need to call them."

  "And then?"

  She sat up and reached for the phone, and laughing, said,
"We'll see."

-- Medea medeafk@hotmail.com    http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/medea/www



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