One Night Stand (Lesbian) [COMPLETED]

Ch. 8

It was a house that I pulled up at. I checked the address another time to make sure I was at the right place. I didn't exactly want to come to her house, I thought she would have an office or something.

I park outside on the side of the street and make my way to the front door. I knock and wait, then look around the neighborhood. It was a nice neighborhood, from what I seen. I almost got lost coming up here because I've never been around here and it was atleast two hours ago.

I heard the door and open and I see a red headed woman standing in the doorway and she smile, "Hello."

"Hi, I'm looking for," I look at the piece of paper. "Tonia Jones?" I look back to her and she nods.

"Yes, that's my wife. Come in, I'll get her." I nod then follow her inside. She leads me to a living room and tells me to sit down. I sit on the couch and look around. It's pretty decent in here like any other regular home.

I heard footsteps and I turned to see a blonde headed woman make her way into the living room.

"Hi, I heard you were here to see me?" I nodded and took in her appearance. She looked around forty maybe fifty, but she didn't look too old. She still looked yound no matter her age.

"Yes, I was wondering if I could get a therapy session from you?" I hope that wasn't asking too much. This woman didn't seem like she wanted to deal with my shit right now.

She nodded, "We can go into my office."

I stood up and followed her down the hall and we walked into an office. There was a desk, computer and a chair. I sat down on the chair as she shut the door then sat at the desk.

She took a notepad out and started writing something down, then she looked up at me. "So, what's your name?"

"Macy Grace." I watched as she wrote something down then asked me a couple of other questions regarding myself.

"So, Macy, what is the reason you're seeing me?"

I took a deep breath and looked at her. "Well, for a few years I have been, um.. I guess you would say sleeping around with women," she nods and writes something down. "I recently slept with this one woman and I found out a few things about her which then lead me to the conclusion that I might have feelings for her, and I found out that she does the same thing that I do. She sleeps around with other women also," she nods and writes more stuff down. "I just don't know what to do. I never thought I would feel something for someone because I'm not used to it."

She writes then looks at me, "How was your childhood, Macy?"

I stare at her for a while. "Why do you ask?"

She sighs, "Well, I just wanted to get another view of your young life so I could help you further."

I nodded then cleared my throat, "Well, I never really share my childhood with anybody. It's not something that I enjoy talking about."

She nods, "I understand. You had a rough childhood?" I nodded. "Well, you can tell me. I am a therapist and I have dealt with plenty of people how had a pretty terrible past. It's not something that I couldn't handle."

I stared at this woman thinking if I should tell her about my childhood. I never spoke to it about anybody and frankly, I hate talking about. I hate my childhood and everything about it. But, she was a therapist, so maybe she can understand something that I don't.

*

I remember coming home that day from school. I was in the fourth grade, and I was getting off of the bus. I had a great day at school because my friends were there and I had my favorite snack at lunch.