Waiting for Our Train

By Robin Watergrove

An excerpt from the story: "“There’s this girl—” I can get off on words alone, “There’s this beautiful girl.”

I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, slouched against the wall, touching myself. I’m speaking aloud and my words are blurred by heavy breathing.

I’m alone, but in my mind, I’m talking to my best friend, Nicole. I’m not only telling her about this girl, but how, “I want her. Like, you wouldn’t believe— how bad I want her.”

My head rolls back and I tell the ceiling, “She knows it too.” That’s a lie. I’m sure the beautiful girl has no idea. The simplified version of Nicole that lives in my mind asks me, 'How do you know?'

“It’s the way she looks at me.”

'How’s that?'

“Like she wants me, too.” I groan at the syrupy leap of heat up my insides, from my groin to my throat. “Like she wants me to give it to her.”

The Nicole in my head laughs. 'You’re pretty cocky when you’re talking to yourself.'"

This is a 5,941 word erotic lesbian short story about the decision to act on attraction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Watergrove
• Release date: Aug 12, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311726117

Robin Watergrove

Robin writes at a messy desk in a neat room. She loves sunshine, goofy jokes, and coffee popsicles. She writes to make sense of the world and tries to capture life as it is, believing emotional empathy to be a better medicine than soothing fantasy. She considers the highest praise of her work to be ‘I’ve felt that, too.’ Robin lives in the Pacific Northwest and tells everyone that it’s rainy and grey so she can have the lovely weather all to herself. She doesn’t have any pets but there is this one neighborhood cat that badly wants to live in her house. They hang out on her porch instead.Join her mailing list here: http://eepurl.com/bv3cPL

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Waiting for Our Train

An Erotic Short Story of Lesbian Attraction and Action

Copyright 2015 Robin Watergrove

There’s this girl— I can get off on words alone, There’s this beautiful girl.

I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, slouched against the wall, with two slick fingers tracing the creases of my pussy. I’m speaking aloud and my words are blurred by heavy breathing.

I’m alone, but in my mind, I’m talking to my best friend, Nicole. I’m not only telling her about this girl, but how, I want her. Like, you wouldn’t believe— how bad I want her.

My head rolls back and I tell the ceiling, She knows it too. That’s a lie. I’m sure the beautiful girl has no idea. The simplified version of Nicole that lives in my mind asks me, How do you know?

It’s the way she looks at me.

How’s that?

Like she wants me, too. I groan at the syrupy leap of heat up my insides, from my groin to my throat. Like she wants me to give it to her.

The Nicole in my head laughs. You’re pretty cocky when you’re talking to yourself.

I nod, grinning shamelessly, That’s right. I know exactly what I want— my voice snips with a ruthless edge I’ve never let anyone else hear, And exactly how to get it.

In my fantasies, I’m confident. Aggressive, even. What’s the point of fantasizing about something that’s attainable?

I spread my pussy with one hand and rub my clit with the other, circling it with two fingers. Nicole fades away and now I’m talking directly to the girl in question. Before you know the truth of it, live the fantasy with me.