Publish Novellas 29 December 2021
EPISODE 2 – CHOICES
Free from mistakes and childhood relationships, Annabel endeavors to discover her true identity as an adult.
⚠️ Reader Discretion: Mature dialogue extended version.
After graduation, Annabel accepts a job placement offer in another state. She settles in and begins wondering about her sexual orientation. To keep from replicating her disastrous college sex life, Annabel wants to be more selective and establish a reliable reputation. More experienced with women, she considers whether she should proposition female coworkers or meet women elsewhere.
A lesbian workmate befriends Annabel. After exchanging contact information, Naomi invites Annabel over to her apartment for dinner. Annabel is excited to be attracting interest so soon but decides to take it slowly. She declines the private dinner but they share public lunches.
While dining at a restaurant, Annabel’s eyes meet a handsome man across the room. He is eating with another woman. But her conversation is muffled and face is blurred as they pass flirtatious smiles with one another. Before their interests becomes noticeable, they both excuse themselves from their respective tables to head toward the restrooms.
“I took the queue from your subtle head nod in this direction. You should know that I don’t perform bathroom favors with strange men.”
“With my contact info, what will you do for me?”
Blushing, Annabel attempts to redirect away from the innuendo, “I left myself wide open for that remark. Is it your habit to secretly meet other women while on a date?”
“Just having lunch with a friend that I haven’t seen in months. No matter how platonic my dining partner is, walking over to a table with two lovely ladies would have made someone feel left out. My name is Maxwell.”
“I’m Annabel. No need for excuses. It’s nice to meet you. I recently relocated and am looking for a tour guide. Perhaps give me a call this evening.”
“I can phone you around 7 o’clock if you don’t mind giving your number to strangers.”
“Sounds perfect, Maxwell. Here’s my contact info. Don’t mind my lunch friend. She is one of those people who likes to grab hold of you when talking.”
“I know the type. Hey, you two enjoy yourselves. We can see some sites this weekend.”
Naomi likes to get cozy at the lunch table. Attempts to put distance between them as Maxwell looks on are unsuccessful. He notices what appears to be fondling beneath the table. But he does not want to stare so dismisses it.
Annabel whispers with a smile, “Naomi, control yourself. People across from us can see what you’re doing. Please take you hand out of my pants. Rest it on my thigh, hold hands on top of the table or put your arm around me. We are in a public restaurant.”
“Okay, you’re right. I can’t have you moaning over a Cobb salad. It’s not that good. So after work, we can go to my apartment with no audience.”
“I don’t think I am ready for that.”
A bit incensed, Naomi questions Annabel’s orientation. “I don’t know if you’re leading me on or if this is your first time. But I got the impression that we have the same intentions. Do you realize that I am gay?” Naomi inquires.
“Yes, your sexual orientation is clear. I came to lunch, realizing your intentions.”
“Good, because as someone new here, you don’t want to get a reputation of leading people on. So why are you declining my offers?”
Uncertain of how things might advance with Maxwell, Annabel wants to keep her options open. “You are very drop-dead gorgeous….” Naomi responds with an unexpected kiss on the lips. “Wow, thank you for that very public display of affection! Don’t write me off for vacillating! I am going through a personal identity… audit. Adjusting to a new city, a new apartment, a new job, and a new relationship is a bit much.”
“That’s understandable. What if we take it slow? You come by my place, we sip some wine. Watch a movie. Have some fun with no commitment.”
“Your persistence is flattering and I appreciate the invitation. But can I hold off maybe another month to get settled?”
“Okay, that’s progress. I will put the date in my calendar but don’t play me as a fool by building me up while scouting for something better. Promise me at least one night to make an impression. In the meantime, we can continue to enjoy our lunches together.” While sliding a hand on Annabel’s inner thigh, Naomi continues, “It should be obvious to everyone here that we are an item. Is that obvious to you?”
Very obvious and appreciated. But we are in a public place. That’s some private hand action. Trying to downplay her excitement over having one clear proposition and another eager prospect, Annabel replies, “You are in my calendar too. The last thing I want is an unreliable reputation. But remember, you said no commitment. I mean… we are free to explore opportunities with others.”
Naomi cautions, “It sounds like you are backpedaling already. I hope you aren’t exploring many opportunities.” I pegged you as someone with more experience. Perhaps you require a bit of training.” Sliding her hand up Annabel’s inner thigh to press against her crotch, Naomi cautions, “You need someone to guide you along. Word spreads quickly if you’re the type that strings people along and blows them off later.”
Annabel expresses clear intent. “Naomi, it’s apparent that you’re a passionate person. But please respect my private area in public. Regarding our date, don’t worry. Nothing else is on my calendar that Saturday. I very much look forward to our movie night with no misunderstandings.” She kisses Naomi on the cheek and confirms, “I will pick the wine and be there.”
“That’s more like it. Men play games. Women mean what they say.”
Over the next few weeks, lunches continue. Naomi’s primes Annabel with roving hands beneath the table. She whispers about plans for when they are alone in her apartment. Annabel enjoys the admiration and, when asked, reiterates how much she looks forward to the upcoming Saturday.
Annabel is now a hybrid of her high school values of commitment and her careless college morals. Ideally, she can nurture two long-term relationships that may perhaps accept her going back and forth. But she hasn’t worked out the details.
Through several phone conversations and FaceTime calls, Annabel feels a growing attraction to Maxwell. Each Friday night, he takes her to a fancy restaurant. She is drawn to his good looks, intellect, and wit. Goodnight kisses are pleasant—slightly above a grandma kiss.
On weekends, Annabel and Maxwell go to picnics, movies, and museums. They attend a fashion show with many beautiful ladies wearing revealing outfits. It could not have been a better choice of entertainment if he knew she is attracted to women.
“This is, by far, my favorite outing!” Annabel exclaims. “The sheer beauty of the outfits excites me. Afterwards, I would love to go backstage to congratulate the designer.” There, she also peeks at the models in various stages of undress.
Annabel accepts an invitation for a weekend lunch at Maxwell’s apartment, where he impresses her with his culinary skills. She prepares herself for him to make a move. After the meal, his abrupt offer to drive her back home is a surprise.
Annabel is curious whether her inexperience with men is the reason for Maxwell not asking her to stay. She reaches for him with her blouse half open and plants a softer kiss, hoping he will feel a tingle. He moans a bit before picking up his car keys. It is another night where no one else fulfills her desires. Annabel wonders if this is how the perfect gentleman should act.
Warning: Mature story content.
Two weeks before her date with Naomi, Annabel is at the crossroad of determining sexual orientation in this town. She has a strong desire for intimacy and Naomi is willing fulfill it. Maxwell has been hesitant.
Now it is early in the week of her movie night. Annabel receives a text message from Naomi asking her to choose a wine and a movie. The entertainment suggestions from Naomi have the obvious intent of arousing passion. Annabel’s first inclination is to spend the time, as promised, with Naomi without telling Maxwell.
Avoiding details, Annabel could just mention that she is also seeing someone else. Revealing that person is female requires more explanation. By becoming intimate with Naomi, Annabel will awaken familiar lesbian desires. Could she then pull of a bisexual lifestyle that includes Max?
🤔 With no commitment of exclusivity from Maxwell, is Annabel obligated to reveal her promise?
She vacillates on who to phone first. Before she can rationalize outcomes, her fingers place a FaceTime call with Maxwell. Visualizing a long-lasting relationship with him, she asks questions that normally come up months later.
“We have been seeing each other for three weeks. That’s not a long time, but I hope you enjoy our company as much as I do.”
“It’s always good to see you and hear your voice. The regularity of our dates is evidence of my enjoyment of your company.”
“Can I ask what first attracted you to me?”
“I would say your smile. You seemed to be having such a good time with your lunch friend. When you smiled at me I thought, if I could become a close friend, there is a chance for even more happiness.”
“I am happy around you. This question will come from out in left field. But do you envision yourself someday getting married and raising a family?”
“It is a goal I hope to achieve.”
“If I don’t mess things up and continue to impress, might I be someone you will consider? I’m sorry if that sounds like a premature proposal. I promise to give it context and won’t hold you to a commitment.”
“We have been taking it slowly. At this rate, I may not be able to answer that question for several months. What I can say is that you have not disappointed me yet.”
“I guess that’s a fair answer, thank you. Can I ask if you are seeing anyone else during this time?”
“I am not booking two dates on Friday nights. During the time we met, I had drinks with one woman and lunch with another. Obviously, you impressed me the most.”
“Good…. I mean, so you have seen some other people. I appreciate your candor. But the primary reason for my call is because there is a chance that our time together may be coming to an end.”
“Why do you say that? Those dates were not serious. Am I moving too slowly?”
“You are doing nothing wrong! It’s my background. I have a choice of revealing things that may turn you away or doing things to drive you away. It’s the same outcome. But if I wait longer, you will be angry with me for not revealing it sooner.”
“We have visual contact with FaceTime, but this seems like a conversation we should have in person. Is it too late to come over?”
“It is best on FaceTime. If we break up, it will be less awkward. What I am going to say is not easy. Some of it is graphic to a gentleman’s ears. I only want to share enough for you to make a decision. Don’t let me keep talking if I repulse you. Your safe word to end the conversation is battery. Hopefully, your phone is charged.”
“Yes, I have plenty of juice—using my laptop anyway. I promise to keep an open mind.”
“In high school, I was the girl that boys overlooked. That led to a steady lesbian life with a girlfriend for two years. In college, such casual relationships continued sporadically. My confession would be less awkward if you admit having done the same to a woman that I have done…. Okay, maybe not. All things considered, I am a bonafide card-carrying lesbian—by circumstance…. How’s your battery life?”
“I am confused why we are going out together. But your last sentence about circumstance intrigues me. My power is fine.”
“In college I had relations with exactly three guys, one time each. Three different types of sex. Out of curiosity, I fellated a gay classmate who preferred males. I allowed a bisexual posterior access because he wrongly said that I would enjoy it. A popular jock was the first to enter vaginally, but later shamed me by boasting to teammates…. Before making my point, are you still with me or do you want to disconnect?”
“I know the safe word. You have to finish this story!”
😬 Would you be cautious of Annabel’s loose morals or do they sound relatively tame in comparison with other people?
“For me, pleasurable sex has only been from a female. That which I had from men was only because the person they desired was unavailable. I can’t blame any of them for violating me against my will. But no man has made love to me, in the true sense of the act. I am still waiting for that moment to treasure…. Do you have anything to say yet?”
“Not until you are done.”
“I think about eventually marrying, giving birth to children and enjoying life with a man. Perhaps, someday it may be you if your battery holds up. But here’s my dilemma.
“This promiscuous pit I’m digging is getting deeper. Nearly a month ago—before you and I began dating—I agreed to visit a lesbian this Saturday. Going home with her that night might have made things simpler. But the delay gave you and me an opportunity to know each other. I don’t want this to complicate the relationship we are nurturing. I have grown extremely fond of you. This is tough. What happens to us after I fulfill my promise to her?”
“Say no more. Thanks for your honesty. If you are a gay with lesbian desires to fulfill, I won’t judge you. Pursue your happiness…. It looks like my battery is getting weak.”
“Don’t say it, Maxwell. Wait! Annabel reasons, “Permitting me to fulfill my Saturday promise would tide me over and demonstrate so much understanding! If I wanted to break up with you I could have done so without revealing so much personal information. Let’s talk this through!”
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