Ruby Red and Amelia Green Lesbian Story

A life of splendor and fascination

Mel picked up the book as carefully as if though it could be hot, and made of fragile glass. Was this what she thought it was? Was this proof that what had happened that day was real? And why was it here, was it meant for her? Carefully she opened it and moved the pages, a note fell out and landed on her shoe. Picking it up she slowly sat down on the bench with the book in her lap. The note simply read

 Read and enjoy Amelia

R

Mel stared at the note. Amelia, her full name, not many people knew that. Well it was not a secret or anything, it was just that the only one who ever called her Amelia was her maternal grandmother. And her name did not start with an R. Who was this R, the woman in red?

In bed that night Mel finally decided to properly open the book and see what was written on its pages. She had been terribly curious ever since she found it but a fear of it being nothing but a prank, a book of old statistics or something had prevented her from looking, until now. Full of anticipation she opened the front of the book and read the first words.

                         Diary of a free spirit

                          1886

The next page read

                        On these pages I shall endeavor to write about my

                        thoughts on an average life verses one of splendor

                        and fascination. I shall try to be clear and not completely

                        dissolve into exclamations of how fabulous

                       my life has truly become. I hope that one day

                        this book will help set others free.  

Mel could not believe her eyes. What was this? Turning pages she read until her eyes hurt and she was so tired she nearly fell asleep with her face in the book. It was truly fabulous, this old tome, detailing the life of a woman in the eighteen-eighties and how she changed her life from what was expected of a woman in those days to what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be. Mel would have read it through in one go had she not been so tired.

The next morning she made a decision inspired by the woman in the book and feigned illness. It was unusual for her to do such a thing but hardly difficult after almost an entire night of reading. She slept when her family left for the day and then lay across her bed reading for hours and hours. Forgetting about food and drink and time itself. When the phone rang she was so dizzy she did not manage to answer it in time and realized she had to eat. Sitting in the kitchen with a bowl of soup her eyes fell on a piece of paper on the fridge. It was a yard sale in the neighborhood the following weekend. She decided to go then and there even though she had never been interested in such things before. Who knew what she could find?     

Bringing the book with her she ended up outside on the patio, wrapped in a blanked with hot chocolate in a big cup. A recipe she had been encouraged by the author of the book to try, it had rum in it. She giggled at the thought and hoped her parents would never find out. The words on these pages where truly amazing, they made Mel want to sing and dance, to climb a mountain or ride a camel across Sahara. She feared the end of it because she had this nagging suspicion that when the book ended so would this strange euphoria she was feeling.