Being a lesbian in any state can be quite frustrating when it comes to unwanted attention. However, I don’t live in every state. I happily reside in Alabama, a state basically torn down the middle with its take on same sex marriage. I, being a married lesbian, have witnessed first hand how uncomfortable it is to live in such a divided state.
After our dinner table encounter, Phil begins spending a lot of time at my house. He hasn’t touched me or come near me at all, but I can always feel his eyes on me, burning under my skin. His frequent visits don’t alarm my parents because they have all been friends for so long. Plus, Phil says that he’s just taking a break from work.
I never expected to be in this type of situation. Also, I never expected to like it. His hand is on my thigh underneath my parents' dining table. I remain calm as his fingers tickle their way up the short black skirt he'd complimented me on earlier. As I eat my mother's famous baked chicken, I was slowly becoming turned on.