Marcie’s Lesbian Love (Book 1), Page 2

  “I’m Chloe, have you done yoga before?” she asked.

  “No,” I admitted, still wearing that ridiculous smile.

  “Well, I’ll try to take it easy on you,” she said.

  Carla patted me on the back and then disappeared back into the hallway where we had come from.

  “Grab a mat, and get a spot right up front,” she said.

  There were a few other women in the room already. They spread their mats on the floor and began stretching.

  I followed instructions, grabbed my mat and placed it on the floor in the front row.

  “You can do some stretches just to warm up if you want, but we’ll do some before we start too,” she said.

  Her body was perfectly toned, and even with those large breasts, she looked as though she could run a mile in under 5 minutes. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to keep up with her.

  More women trickled in, and Chloe greeted each one with the same enthusiasm as she had given me.

  Once everyone arrived, she started the class, with warmups as promised. The stretching was easy, but I knew my flexibility was limited as I tried to touch my toes.

  I felt a hand on my back as I bent over, pressing just above my tailbone. “Take a deep breath,” Chloe whispered in my ear.

  I did.

  “Now, let your body fall as the breath exits your lungs,” she said.

  I exhaled, let my body relax and was shocked to see my hands flat on the ground in front of me.

  I wish I could say the rest of the class was that easy, but it wasn’t. Chloe spent most of her time with me, trying to help me achieve the proper form of the poses she displayed.

  Her hands on my hips felt strong and safe, surprisingly since they were so small and petite.

  I couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to hold me in place as I stood like a tree, my balance was horrible and it was obvious I was new to this.

  It was a relief when class was over, and I was thinking I would sneak out and never return, but she stopped me.

  “Marcie,” she called out, motioning for me to come over to her as I turned.

  “Don’t get discouraged, you really did great for your first time,” she said.

  I knew that was her job, to pump people up and make them feel good. She wanted to keep her class filled, so of course she was going to encourage me to stick with it.

  “Really?” I asked.

  “I just don’t think yoga is for me,” I said.

  “Well, how about lunch?” she asked.

  I was starving, and I wondered if she heard my stomach growl as she positioned me like a downward facing dog.

  “Sure,” I said.

  “Great,” she said.

  She grabbed her towel, wiped down her face and then threw a bright blue backpack over her shoulder. She was so colorful, energetic and sweet, nothing like me who stood there in black yoga pants, black tank top and black Nike shoes.

  “I know a great place,” she said.

  I followed her out of the room and down the long hall. She stopped at the locker room and smiled, “you need to get anything from here?” she asked.

  “No,” I said.

  I was relieved she didn’t go inside. I didn’t want to stand in the hall, loitering like a stalker while she changed, and I certainly didn’t want to go back inside.

  Carla smiled as she seen me walk into the main lobby, but then her face turned a little sour as she noticed Chloe behind me.

  “We’re headed to lunch,” she said to her, not missing a beat as she stepped towards the door.

  “Enjoy,” she said, giving me a wink as I opened the door.

  Chloe grabbed my hand as I stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the gym. With a yank, she was pulling me into the street, through traffic that was stopped at a red light and across to the café on the corner.

  “Sorry, I wanted to get across before the light changed,” she said.

  I was pale, a little freaked out, but turning redder by the moment as she still held onto my hand.

  She laughed, smiled, and let go, opening the door to the café, holding it open for me to enter.

  She was different, exciting…I liked her.

  Chapter Five

  “Carla gets so pissed when I don’t eat at the fitness lounge,” she said.

  We sat in a booth towards the back of the restaurant and the waitress brought over water and menus.

  “You don’t like the food?” I asked.

  She rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue. “Hell no!” she exclaimed.

  I couldn’t help but laugh at her expression. Mine was similar, but more inverted as Carla told me about the veggie burgers and fish tacos.

  I stared at the menu, trying to find something healthy to order, but everything else looked so good.

  “I’m getting the bacon cheeseburger and chili fries,” she announced.

  My eyes sat on her, staring as if I had just noticed her beside me. “Really?” I asked.

  “Yeah, you can’t eat lettuce all the time…sometimes a girl just needs some greasy ass food.” She replied.

  “Agreed.” I said.

  We both ordered greasy burgers and fries, and then she ordered a pitcher of beer and two glasses. Wow, she wasn’t what I was expecting at all…

  “So, what made you come into the gym?” she asked.

  I told her about my party, and how Carla was there. “She gave me a card,” I said.

  “Yeah, she’s notorious for recruiting cute young girls…” she said with a chuckle.

  My cheeks turned pink at her words, unsure if I was blushing because of Carla’s ploy, or the fact she called me cute.

  “So, you don’t know Carla then?” she asked.

  “No,” I said.

  “Well, trust me, she’s gonna try to get to know you…” she laughed.

  “Know me?” I asked.

  “Yeah, hook up with you,” she said.

  She bit into her burger, letting the grease dribble down her chin after her comment.

  “I’m not gay,” I said.

  Chloe looked at me, with the same confused look as Carla had given me at the party when I talked about a boyfriend.

  “She usually only recruits young, cute lesbian women…” Chloe said.

  “Well, she kept telling me I was,” I admitted.

  Chloe laughed as she leaned back in the booth. “Wow, she’s a piece of work,” she said.

  I felt relieved that Chloe was so cool about Carla’s mistaken perception. She never questioned me about my experience with other women, and never once made me feel as though she didn’t believe me when I said I liked men.

  She lived just a couple blocks away, in the opposite direction of my apartment, but still close enough to walk.

  We met up that evening and shared a pizza and more beer at the bar just past her place, and that Sunday, we took a long walk in the park, stretching and stopping to do yoga by the water.

  Her personality was addictive, and I was enjoying spending all of my time with her. No longer did I feel cold and alone in the busy city, but more as if I fit in, belonged with someone.

  It may not have been the traditional pairing, but having a friend was amazing. I never wanted it to end…I hoped it wouldn’t.

  Three weeks passed, and we had spent almost every day together. Chloe sat on my couch, kicked back against the pillow and her feet on the coffee table. “So, why don’t you have a man in your life?” she asked.

  I didn’t know the answer to that. I stopped; stood in front of her holding the outfit I was getting ready to change into for our night out on the town.

  “I don’t know,” I said.

  “I guess, I don’t need one…” I added.

  “Don’t you want one?” she asked.

  “No,” I replied.

  It was the truth. All I wanted was what we had, it was enough for me. The thought of finding a man and losing Chloe wasn’t something I could deal with. She was my bes
t friend, she was all I needed.

  I enjoyed our weekends in the park and our late nights on the couch watching horror movies. I couldn’t imagine giving that up, for what, a man?

  The fear of reality kicked in quickly. Maybe she had met a man, maybe that’s why she was asking…

  “Why don’t you?” I asked.

  She let out a loud laugh “What would I do with a man?” she asked.

  My heart slowed its pounding inside of my chest. Good, she hadn’t met anyone.

  “You don’t want one?” I asked.

  Chloe stopped laughing and leaned up from the couch. Her eyes were heavy on me as she followed me with them. I moved slowly, waiting for her to respond before I made it to the hall and out of her sight.

  “Marcie, seriously?” she asked.

  I stopped, turned to look at her. She looked serious.

  “I’m gay,” she said.

  My heart immediately started pounding again. I never realized she was gay, we were best friends, we spent all of our time together, and she never once made any type of move on me? She never once mentioned her preference for women.

  “I thought you knew,” she said.

  I should have known. Of course I should have known.

  “Oh,” I said.

  “Are you ok with that?” she asked.

  “Yes, of course, it’s just, uh…” I stumbled over my words.

  “It’s just what?” she asked.

  “I mean, I didn’t know…you never made a move on me,” I said.

  I realized my word sounded disappointed as they came out, but that wasn’t how I meant them to sound…

  She laughed, her eyes lingered on me.

  “Did you want me to?” she asked.

  My lips curled into a smile to match hers as I stood there in shock. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at this point. Why did it bother me that she hadn’t hit on me?

  “No,” I said, not sure that was a true answer.

  The End of the Book 1 of 5

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