IS LOVING HER A SIN? (Fem X fem reader) LGBTQ+ story

Chapter 2: her.

Chapter 2: The Girl in the Church AKA HER

Los Angeles, 1952. A city filled with sunshine, opportunity, and the hum of new beginnings. But for me, it felt more like a cage. We'd just moved here from the Midwest—my father's new job demanded it—and I was forced to leave everything behind. The quiet streets I'd known, the friends I'd made, even the small pockets of freedom I found. But the worst part? My parents made sure that Los Angeles didn't mean any freedom for me. I still had to go to church, still had to bow my head, pray, and pretend.

My mother was adamant about it. "You're going to church, Olivia. A good, Christian girl doesn't skip services."

It didn't matter that I was struggling with more than just the idea of faith. It didn't matter that I felt disconnected from everything the church taught. There was no room for arguments in this household. So, I went, every Sunday, and sat in the pews, listening to words that never really reached my heart.

But something was different this time.

As I sat there, bored, my eyes scanned the room, drifting over the familiar faces of people I barely knew. That's when I saw her.

She was sitting a few rows ahead of me, her back straight, her hands folded neatly in her lap. The sunlight streaming through the stained glass window seemed to catch her in the most delicate way, illuminating her golden hair like a halo. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked... perfect. Like she didn't belong to this world but was part of something higher, something I could only dream of touching.

For a moment, I forgot where I was. I forgot the priest's monotonous voice and my mother's constant gaze checking if I was behaving. All I could focus on was her. My heart raced, and a knot formed in my stomach. I'd seen pretty girls before—felt that pull—but this was different. There was something about her that felt both enchanting and terrifying.

Who was she? Why couldn't I stop looking?

As if sensing my gaze, she turned slightly, her eyes meeting mine for a brief second before she looked away. But that brief moment was enough to send a jolt through me. My heart was pounding in my chest, faster than it had ever pounded before. Was this... wrong?

I knew it was wrong—at least, that's what they'd all say. It's what the church said, what my parents would say. Loving another girl wasn't something you could do. It wasn't something you could even think about. But I couldn't help it. There was something about her that pulled me in, and I didn't know how to stop it.

Was this forbidden love? Was this what they warned us about in those long, suffocating sermons?

The service dragged on, but I barely heard a word of it. My mind was consumed with thoughts of her, wondering who she was, where she came from, and why she was suddenly taking up all the space in my head. Was it possible that someone like her could ever feel the same way? Or was I doomed to keep these feelings locked inside, buried where no one could ever see?

After the service ended, people began to file out of the church, chatting and laughing as they usually did. But I wasn't paying attention to any of them. I was watching her, hoping for just one more glance, one more connection. And just as she reached the door, she turned her head, her eyes meeting mine again.

It felt like the world stopped.

She smiled—a small, hesitant smile—but it was enough to send my thoughts spiraling. I could barely breathe as she disappeared out the door, leaving me standing there, my heart racing, my mind filled with questions I didn't know how to answer.

I knew one thing for sure. This wasn't going to be simple. This wasn't just a fleeting crush or a passing thought. I was drawn to her in a way that terrified me, in a way that felt dangerous, like I was standing on the edge of something I wasn't supposed to touch. But I couldn't pull back now.

I wanted to know her.

And no matter how forbidden it felt, I couldn't ignore the way she made me feel.