Lesbian Short Stories [SMUT]

Gloria

Summer of 1956

TW: mentions suicide

She guided me as we moved to the jazz music.

I had heard of the police storming these bars but for a moment it wasn't relevant, I was dancing with her in front of everyone else, and everyone else was like me.

"Kiss me," Susan said

I looked around "Here?"

"Yes," she scanned the room with me

I gazed up at her, she was slightly taller and towered a bit over me, I tip toed slightly and gave her a quick kiss, doing it outside my four walls felt foreign and i wondered if she was used to it since I had seen her around with other women before we started going together

The bar was full of people, laughing, smoking and enjoying the jazz music from their lamp lit tables, I doubt anyone saw me kiss her, or cared to say the least, we were to the right of the stage with a few other dancing pairs, but that meant a lot to me.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Not much," I responded

"Don't worry, the police never find us in these parts."

Her talking about the police, so openly, made my stomach turn, I can't loose my job, I never had much pride from being a receptionist but it payed the bills.

"Can we stop dancing?"

She agreed, we sat with 4 women around a table, Susan took out a tobacco and a woman who she sat besides, lit it for her

The woman was glamours, there was no other word to describe her, her hair had big curls and wore a monochrome outfit, a true femme fatale, like a Hollywood star

"No, no you're telling it wrong Betty," another woman cried to her friend, she was also very beautiful, but older, her hair was blonde and her slim fingers, painted red, held a beer

Her friend Betty, also resembled her, quite older and her eyes seemed to resemble a cat's

They seemed to be regulars here, there was a woman who sat in front of us, well I don't know if I should even say woman, she were very androgynous, her hair was cut short, her eyes were round dark and big, her eyelashes long and she wore a suit, which really intrigued me

"Then what happened? Go on Linda, tell them," Betty snickered back

"Ladies, ladies, what's going on?" Susan interrupted handing me her tobacco, I inhaled as much as I could

"Nancy, Nancy is gone." the androgynous woman answered, she had a honey smooth voice

Susan's face dropped, the life had left her body, and fear drowned her voice "Gone?"

"Gone."

"In technicality, they're still looking for her," the femme fatale blurred

"Which means nothing," there was a silence "They know she's one of us," Linda explained

"But how would they know?" Betty asked "Doesn't she have a husband?"

"Had," the androgynous woman corrected

"Don't talk about her like that Joan!"

"Like what Betty? We were all thinking it, we all know what happened to her, we all do, and you're lying if you say you don't."

There was a deafening silence around our table as we heard the jazz music change tune

"I'm going to dance," sighed Joan, she walked off to the bar and picked a girl