Written by Ali Naro
I can't change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
And I can't change, even if I tried
Even if I wanted to
My love, my love, my love
She keeps me warm
She keeps me warm
-From the song, She Keeps Me Warm by Mary Lambert
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Sunday morning, just past midnight
June 15, 1986
(fictional) Arnett, Florida
30 miles south of Daytona Beach
Inside Rachel Edgell’s one-room apartment
Located at the Florida Shores apartment complex
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Betty had been thankful for the good night’s rest from the night before since she had gotten up at 5:00a.m. for her 6:00a.m. shift at the Tick Tock diner. For the next eight hours, Betty had worked her butt off for the hungry Saturday breakfast and lunch crowd. But Betty didn’t mind the hard work because she knew that at the end of the work day, she had a date with a beautiful girl.
As soon as her shift at the diner had finished, Betty hauled it as fast as she could back to her trailer to shower and shave her very long legs and pick out the perfect outfit for her date, which was a simple but very nice red t-shirt with some gold and silver beading and a pair of her favorite Gloria Vanderbilt jeans. She took a while on her hair, getting it all curled and puffed out with her curling iron and Aqua Net hairspray; and then she spent another forever on her makeup, wanting to get it just right; then feeding Libby a healthy sum of wet food just before she left the trailer to pick up Rachel for their date in Daytona Beach.
Rachel had worn a very nice but simple T-shirt and jeans outfit as well, although her T-shirt was light blue with a very subtle V-neck and her jeans were Levis. Betty thought that Rachel was absolutely beautiful. Rachel had no makeup and her hair was in a simple ponytail like always, but still to Betty, Rachel was the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen because she was looking at Rachel through the eyes of love.
Betty drove Rachel into Daytona Beach, picking a seafood restaurant for them to have their first out-and-about date that the cook at the diner recommended. They talked and ate and had a wonderful time laughing and telling stories about their jobs and past friends and even past lovers, although Betty had a lot more of those stories than Rachel since Rachel had only been intimate with one person until Betty.
A trip to the movies came after dinner with Betty driving them to the Daytona Beach mall to see Top Gun since Rachel had mentioned wanting to see the film the night before during their first date. The film was fun and silly and a bit scary and had a lot of hot half-naked men that Betty didn’t mind staring at for two hours. Top Gun also had a fantastic sex scene that turned on Betty way more than she wanted to since she was trying to keep her insatiable lust calm for Rachel, wanting to truly take her time with the girl. However, by the time the sex scene was over, Betty was ready to jump Rachel right there in the theater and make mad, passionate love to her. While the credits rolled, Rachel gave Betty a few fun facts about the film that her Hollywood uncle had shared with her during a phone call recently; with one of the tidbits being that the pretty blonde lady who loved Tom Cruise in the film was actually a lesbian and even Tommy Boy himself seemed to lean towards the light in the loafers land himself.
Betty then drove Rachel back to her one-room apartment in the somewhat rundown apartment complex, Florida Shores. Rachel invited Betty inside for a late-night snack and Betty agreed, but still reminding herself to only expect talking and some kissing, Rachel might not be ready yet for more. This was only their second date, afterall, and dating a woman was not the same as dating a man. Women took sex way more seriously and definitely way more personal.
When Betty had seen the inside of Rachel’s apartment for the first time earlier in the evening while picking Rachel up for their date, she was pleased but not surprised to discover that even though Rachel’s apartment was very small and not very nice because of the building being on the rather old and rundown side of things, Rachel had made it into a lovely home with her warm, loving energy. Betty had been inside some very nice, very large, very rich homes in her day, yet none of them felt as welcoming or as warm as Rachel’s little, run-down, one-room apartment did. And not surprisingly, the apartment was covered in movie posters and movie memorabilia. It looked like a mini-theater in many ways.
Rachel had Betty sit on the couch while she poured them some sweet tea and pulled out the brownies she had bought at the bakery at the local Winn Dixie. Betty and Rachel ate the brownies and sipped on the tea while they talked some more about Top Gun and other things about their life in general.
It had been hard not touching Rachel while they were out this evening. Betty had many times wanted to pat or hold Rachel’s hand while at the restaurant or walking around the mall; she had wanted to give Rachel small kisses and light touches of affection, but she didn’t dare touch or kiss Rachel in public. One small touch, one small kiss, and everyone would know they were a lesbian couple.
Then again, did it really matter if people knew?
Maybe?
The times were changing and there were a few people here and there that didn’t mind, but more people than not still did not like or want to see two women in love. Unless of course, they were a man watching porn, then lesbians were more than welcome in their lives, but only as sexual beings to satisfy men’s basic desires, not as fully formed human beings with thoughts and feelings beyond getting a man to orgasm.
Betty had given Rachel a very brief but very deep kiss hello when she picked Rachel up at her apartment earlier in the evening. But besides that kiss and Rachel holding Betty’s hand while she gave Betty a quick tour of her apartment before they left for their date, they had shared no physical affection that evening while they were out.
As soon as they had gotten back to Rachel’s apartment however, Betty found herself immediately reaching over to Rachel and holding her hand or touching her thigh during their conversation/snack on the couch, finally free to physically express her affection towards Rachel now that they were back in the safety of Rachel’s apartment and not out in the big, bad real world.
And now that the snack was done and the date was nearly coming to an end, Betty found that she wanted to rectify their serious lack of physical intimacy throughout the evening…
Rachel put away the dishes and glasses they had just used to eat the Winn Dixie bakery brownies and drink her homemade sweet tea before sitting down again on the couch next to Betty.
“Did you want to watch TV or talk some more or do you need to go home? I’m not sure if you’re working tomorrow. Maybe you need to get some sleep if you are on the early shift at the diner?” Rachel asked as Betty stared at her, soaking in how beautiful and adorable Rachel was.
So kind.
So caring.
The girl was just so beautiful inside and out.
“I don’t work until tomorrow afternoon so I can stay up a bit longer before I need to go,” Betty said as she moved closer to Rachel, placing her hand on Rachel’s knee and brushing a loose strand of hair that had escaped Rachel’s ponytail away from her eye, “I would like to kiss you though before I leave if that’s alright with you,” Betty said to Rachel, knowing that the girl would not turn down a kiss.
Rachel only smiled her answer of “yes” before Betty began to kiss her. First only light kisses on her lips, then Rachel’s cheek and forehead and neck, with Betty’s lips catching the bit of exposed skin from Rachel’s slight V-neck in her t-shirt. Rachel’s skin was so sweet and so soft. Betty then returned her kisses to Rachel’s lips where they became deep and intense, their breathing growing more rapid; Betty’s hand slipping up Rachel’s shirt. Betty was surprised to discover that Rachel didn’t have a bra on; she hadn’t touched Rachel’s breasts during the make-out session the night before. Instead of a bra, Rachel appeared to be wearing a men’s undershirt, what they called a “wife beater”. Betty imagined what Rachel looked like with the undershirt on as her hand moved up to touch Rachel’s breasts, the image of the shirt and the feel of Rachel’s breasts turning on Betty, her underwear becoming wet from her attraction to the girl. Rachel stayed submissive, letting Betty be in charge of their making-out session.
Rachel’s nipples became hard at Betty’s touch and she moaned as Betty played with Rachel’s nipples while she kissed her lips. The kisses became deeper and harder with Betty placing one of Rachel’s hands on her own breasts, wanting Rachel to reciprocate what Betty was doing to Rachel’s nipples. But Rachel was so sweet and so polite that she only kept her hand on the outside of Betty’s clothes, rubbing Betty’s breasts with her hand, making her nipples hard as well. Being with a woman was indeed different since usually by now a man would have her shirt off and his pants down ready to get laid.
But as much as Betty was enjoying their current slow, soft, intense, sweet, sexy make-out session, she reluctantly pulled away from the embrace, afraid she couldn’t stop if they didn’t stop now. She wanted Rachel so bad. It was all she thought of morning, noon, and night – making love to Rachel.
“I’m sorry, love,” Betty said to Rachel breathlessly, holding onto her still because she just couldn’t and didn’t want to let her go, “I’m afraid I’m so turned on by you that I will not leave your apartment tonight if I don’t leave now.”
“You could stay,” Rachel whispered, “We don’t have to do anything, we can just snuggle each other and sleep on my bed until you have to go home to get ready for work.”
Betty looked at the single bed on the other side of the one-room apartment. She had been looking at it since they returned to Rachel’s place wondering if they could both fit on the small bed, and even if they couldn’t, wouldn’t it be wonderful to try? She wanted to make love to Rachel so badly, but Betty knew here and now was not the right time. Although, it would have to be sooner rather than later she was beginning to realize. They both wanted each other something fierce, and they seemed to be emotionally connecting so easily and so quickly that she didn’t think they would need to wait much longer.
“It’s a very tempting offer, sweetie,” Betty replied, “But I’m going to pass for now. I want you to come over to my place next Saturday instead. I have the entire weekend off for once and I want to spend it all with you.”
Rachel smiled a big smile knowing that Betty meant they were going to be making love next weekend for the first time, and with that big smile, Betty knew that waiting had been the right choice. Not that it was much of a wait really in the grand scheme of things. They had only been officially dating for two days, and by next weekend it would only be a week, but still, they had gotten to know each other for several months beforehand. Plus, just two dates with Rachel felt like Betty had been waiting decades to make love to Rachel, so wasn’t a few decades long enough for waiting?
“I still want to see you during the week. I know we are both busy with work. I’m working most evenings this week, so maybe you can come by the diner after you get off of work and I can feed you some good meals. I’m going to need you full of energy this weekend, darling. I’m going to make love to you during the entire weekend so you’ll need all the strength you can get,” Betty winked at Rachel and gave her a long kiss.
Betty then got off of the couch very reluctantly and walked to the door, giving Rachel another deeper, longer kiss before saying goodbye. She called Rachel as soon as she got home to let her know that she had made it home safe and sound even though it was less than a 10-minute drive on mostly quiet roads. Rachel insisted that Betty let her know she made it home safely since it was so late at night. It was nice to have someone care enough about you to want to know that you were okay. It had been a long time since Betty had experienced such love and concern about her, if ever. They ended up talking for over an hour on the phone before they finally said goodbye for the evening or rather morning since it was after 2 a.m.
Betty pleasured herself before going to sleep, thinking of their most current make-out session that made her orgasm almost immediately. These were the last days of her being the only one pleasuring herself. It had been so long since anyone else had touched her. Betty couldn't wait for next weekend...
