Susan, had began her Junior year. And, felt rather nervous walking into the school. All the girls looked the same. The poor girls, wearing ponytails, and trousers. The rich girls wearing polka dotted dresses, or poodle skirts. Susan was wearing a white sweater, with a black knee length skirt. Her alburn hair, was curled like the other rich girls, and she had decided to wear lipstick. And, some eyeliner. She felt beautiful. But her beauty was easily wiped off with a make up wipe. Susan walked to her locker, and then opened it. To the burnetes suprise a rose fell from the locker into the floor. Getting such gifts was not unnormal for Susan, she tried to feel for guys. Oh, how she tried. No matter how hard she tried. Nothing ever worked. She even tried having sex with the Quarterback Jason Woods, but she could not even let him finish. She did not like the thought of a male pentrating her, or touching her in any sort of affectionate way. Susan was so lost in her thoughts, when she heard her name being hollerd from across the hallway. It was no one other than her best friend, Penny Walker. Penny was pretty, but not in a way that would excite Susan. Penny had long hair, that was always in a head band. She wore nice looking trousers, and a black top. She was one of the rocker girls that most others critisized, except for Susan. Susan was not the judgy type of person. Penny was the only one who knew of Susan's problem. And she trusted Penny more than anyone else in her life. Penny gave Susan a small half smile. "You know that person you like? Well, she's here..." she says softly. Susan smiles. "I'm happy about that part." She says, before locking her arm with her best friend. They walked into there first class, and just as Penny said. There in the front row was the beautiful angel, that made Susan want to fall to her knees and worship. "Go talk to her." Penny whispers, before Susan nods. And, then walks to the new girl. "Hi I'm Susan, welcome." She says with a smile. The blonde beaute, smiled sweetly and then licked her red lips. "Your like me?" She asked, causing Susan to nod already knowing what the blonde was asking her. "Good,my name is Lucinda. I'm pretty sure we will be good friends." She says, before patting the desk next to her. "Now sit down lover girl, and tell me about yourself." Susan nodded, and took a seat. Loving the twang in her forbidden angles voice. All Susan knew was she was already falling hard, and that could end bad. Or, could it?
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The Forbidden Lips Of An Angel.
Historical FictionThe year is 1951, and Susan feels out of place. She does not act like most girls her age. Most girls her age wanted children, but Susan felt out of place. Susan was what they called queer. She always saw herself looking at woman rather than men, she...
