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Preface: This is my falling in love/realizing I am a lesbian/coming out story. It is all true and I am still living happily ever after with the Hot Redhead. We are getting married! I hope you enjoy reading as much as I’ve enjoyed writing, and please comment or email me if you have any critiques or comments.

Chapter 1: I am still “straight” or so I thought…

It was a pleasant enough evening, the clear night sky was bright with moonlight and the warm summer air had cooled to the perfect temperature with the setting of the sun. My new california friends and I sat around a table smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee. This had become my evening ritual, coming for an evening of coffee and making some new friends. Being in a new and strange place had never been difficult for me, and this was no different, I had just moved to california and was determined to make as many new friends as I could. As the evening moved deeper into night the scene began to change, more and more people poured in to the little coffee shop and soon my comfy table of new friends was over-run by people I had never met but everyone else seemed to know. I sat and politely tried to make conversation, introducing myself to a few of the strange faces and trying to keep the names straight but soon I was overwhelmed and got up to leave. It was then that I caught my first glimpse.

She was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was enthralling, so enthralling in fact that I stood feet still planted at the edge of the table and stared at her as she waltzed past with her crowd of friends. I watched her as she sat with her friends talking and laughing, everyone seemed to be entranced by her, as she spoke she commanded their attention, gaining popularity as the center of attention. As I stood there at the corner of the table I was entranced by her and stared like an idiot, I began to notice how beautiful she truly was. At the time I would have been ashamed to admit this but I examined every inch of her that I could see. She had beautiful long copper red hair, which complemented her light cream skin and dappled freckles. Her body was long and slender with just a hint of curves accented by her clothes which hugged in all the right places. Her face was perfect toped off with brilliant blue eyes and a flawless white smile. As I took her in, my thoughts began running (as they normally do) to all the wrong places, I immediately blushed at left the table. “I am not supposed to think that she is sexy” I argued to myself. Trying in vain to convince myself that she was not in fact attractive to me. This went on for the rest of the night, as I tried again and again to tell myself I was not attracted to a woman. I did however let one harmless thought pass through my guard, “I have to meet her”. And so it was my goal for the next few weeks to meet the Hot Redhead who had wreaked havoc on my sensitive state of heterosexuality. Over the course of the next week I spent more and more time at the coffee shop, searching the faces at the tables hoping that I would get my chance to meet her.

Finally my chance came when she showed up with her huge group of friends on the same night as the last time. They were as always laughing and joking and she was as always at the center of it all, drawing peoples attention to her as she told her stories and talked about her day. As I gathered my courage and started across to her table a thought crossed my mind “she has so many friends, she will never even notice me”. Still I pressed on, hoping that if I just made a cool enough or funny enough impression, she would want to be my friend, or maybe at least remember my name. When I finally made it to the table, I notice to my relief I knew people in her circle of friends. “At least I won’t make an ass of myself” I thought with relief. With that relief bolstering my courage I pressed into the circle and joined in to the conversation with my friend Chris. After talking with Chris and others in the group I began to introduce myself to those around the Hot Redhead, still gathering my courage to actually speak to her. When I finally did get the courage I turned and in the most confident (I’ll be it arrogant) voice I could muster said “Hi, I’m Sarah Kelly” and stretched out my hand. She in turn shook my hand (which I’ll admit sent electricity through me, call me cliché but its true) and told me her name, that and she probably wouldn’t remember mine because as she claimed she was really bad with names. I’ll admit I was disappointed to hear that I hadn’t made a good enough impression to be memorable but I determined not to give up. At the time I didn’t even know why but I knew I had to make this girl remember me. Subconsciously I began to think of ways I could make more of an impression on her, my hardwired homosexual brain decided I had to have her in my life and then began making me look like an arrogant asshole. I began flaunting my theological knowledge and debating with the other people at the table unknowingly in an effort to make her notice me. My tactic worked but unfortunately not in the way I had planned, but I wouldn’t find that out until much later in the story (so neither will you). As the conversation dwindled at people started to leave for the night The hot Redhead said her goodnights to her friends leaving me out of the mix and left for the night. I being slightly disheartened at her leaving without saying bye to me, I left as well.

I didn’t expect to see her again for another week, but still I went to the coffee shop the for the next few evenings hoping that maybe she would stop by. My persistence was rewarded when she stopped by with her BFF on Saturday night. She and the BFF sat at a table crowded with people. I being ever persistent to make this girl be my friend sat down as close as I could get, which happened to be 5 chairs away, and listened as they played guitar and sang worship songs. I decided confidently with all my past singing experience maybe she would notice me if I sang along, so I joined in. Much to my dismay; she did not. So I began to harmonize, as LOUDLY as I could, much to the annoyance of everyone else at the table. Finally she looked at me, but didn’t say anything just gave me a slight look of annoyance and then continued on singing, embarrassed I stopped singing and sat quietly at the edge of the group and observed. I realized while I was observing, that I had been making an ass of myself and silently vowed to be less of one. When the night finally drew to a close I had managed to talk to her a few times. Impressed with myself I got up to leave and then I realized I didn’t have a place to sleep that night. I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I got my stuff and started to head back to my car. Then to my surprise The Redhead’s BFF came over and walked with me to my car, she told me what a beautiful voice I had and how she had enjoyed getting to know me tonight. Happy to make a new friend I said thanks and turned to get in my car, but then I remembered I didn’t have anywhere to go, and asked the BFF if she knew of anybody who would let me stay with them for the night. To my extreme surprise she said The Hot Redhead was having some girls over and she would probably love to have me come along to! I was elated, but tried not to look to excited “yeah that would be great and it’d only be for one night” I replied. With that the BFF smiled and we set off to find The Hot Redhead. When the BFF asked The hot Redhead, she smiled controlled but warm smile and said “Sure, please come”.

That is how I found myself spending the night with the Hot redhead, the BFF and her overly friendly cat Papaya.

*If they post this, I’ll add the next chapter soon!

Sent in by: Sarah Kelly
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Age: 25
Location: US