"So who ya dreaming of Zala?" My cousin Laila was sitting on the edge of the bed, in a jog suit.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I quickly grabbed my covers up over my bare breasts.
Laila peered at me and continued, "I wanted to come see you?"
"How did you... Forget it. I need to put clothes on, do you mind?" My irritated voice must have made it clear I'm not a morning person.
"I swear, you must forget all the times before you enlisted, when we would pick lock things and be rebels." She laughed as I could tell those horrid, but at the same time hilarious, memories filled her head. Laila dragged her feet out the room.
I walked out my bedroom door with my jogging suit on and looked at Laila while filling my water bottle, "My dream was so peculiar, I was with Franky and we were...""Who's Franky?" Laila interrupted.
"She's this gorgeous woman, that I just can't get my mind off of... Oh my gosh let's just go to the park." As my voice came out of my fantasy and escalating to pure frustration.
"So explain to me this.. Franky?" Laila rekindled the question once we reached Fairmount Park. My lips widened with a smile.
"Franky is this amazing woman who is utterly precious. She is well groomed and owns her own car shop across town. I get chills when I'm with her but, I haven't talked to her in a few days." My mouth began to tremble.
"I want to get close with her and understand her more but, I can't get hurt. I'm so afraid to get soft, I'm supposed to be a Marine..." Laila mumbled, "A retired Marine..." I continued talking, "not a softie! I want to love but I don't want someone to leave. But she makes me so happy, she makes me laugh and makes my heart skip a beat." My words became loose falling from my mouth.
I lifted my head from smiling so hard to see Franky walking her dog. I quickly lean into Laila and squeal with excitement, "That's... Franky!"
"Ho...ly shit," Laila's smile widened as Franky came over.
"Franky.. Hey," I grabbed her, connecting our bodies. "Hey Azalea..." Franky was holding me back, oh god this was magical. Shut up Azalea you sound possessed by lust.
"Oh Laila, this is Franky. Franky, this is my cousin Laila." I needed to introduce her before Franky thought Laila was my significant other, that's what my grandmother would always refer to my girlfriends as.
"Oh so this is Franky. I've heard so much about you," Laila said making me blush and feel obsessed from thinking about her so often. Then Franky takes a look at me, seeing I was becoming embarrassed, I quickly added, "Join us on our walk?" She pet her Golden Retriever's head, "We'd love to. This is Izzy by the way."
Franky strolled beside me as we made our way through the enormous park. Our hands bumped into each others, and I expeditiously slid my fingers between Franky's. Her hands felt so right, her skin felt so amazingly soft, soft like her eyes.
We played with each others fingers while we stayed close by each other, listened to Laila rant about her boyfriend and Izzy marking her territory everywhere. The end of the path way seemed shorter than it really was, time went by so fast with Franky by my side. She reached out to hug me as I held my hand against her Under Armour shirt and pushed her away leaving my freshly new acrylic nails on her chest, "Date? Soon? You? Me?"
She grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to her skeleton, "Let's do it! I'm going to surprise you."
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RomanceAzalea, a newly retired veteran, is just returning to the states and needs to start fresh. Oh and she's a lesbian. She hasn't been home in five years and a lot of things have changed. Now she's living in a world where people are actually gay and pro...
