A Girl's Girl

After college I got job as a waitress in a small bistro restaurant that unknowing to me was a lunch place for lesbians. The cashier was a lesbian, the other waitress was a lesbian, the bartender was a lesbian. The manager thought I was a lesbian, a problem I'd had before. Except I wasn't.

The bartender developed a crush on me, and she carved me out for herself. Petite but assertive, a pint sized dyke. At a party she kissed me on the lips, she put both hands on my breasts. I pushed back, she took that as foreplay, she was small but knew how yo get me on my back. My first experience with a girl. I did nothing, she did it all, mouthing me into an orgasm. To her a sure sign I liked it and I liked her.

She bought me a g*ft, a collar and a cuff to keep me on a line. The weeks passed, the cuff on her wrist was a signal to look for a collar on my neck. Lilly tattooed on the inside of my wrist made it clear who held the line on me. Her birthday was coming up and all she wanted for her birthday was for me to go with her to meet her parents, sitting in their home with a silver chain attached to my collar and on the other end the cuff on her wrist.

She made hard love to me in her girl bedroom bed. The noise carried to the other rooms in the house. She let it be known that we were like one, tied to each other, and it was time to add the knot. The wedding was in her parents' backyard, the guest list included family, friends, coworkers and a few patrons of the bistro, lesbian of course. She dressed me in a gown, she wore a white suit, we walked down the isle attached by a Swarovski chain, from a sterling cuff and matching collar.

I had no choice but to admit to myself that what other lesbians saw in me, was me.