Skating on Air (Lesbian Light Reads 8)

By Elizabeth Andre

Love after age 40 means skating on air....

Gigi Darnell, a beautiful African American physician, has reached her early 40s with a fabulous job, a beautiful home, and a bevy of nieces and nephews who love her. But being the best daughter, sister, and aunt doesn’t make her life complete. She wants a special woman to love who will love her in return. Then she meets Lyndsey Falk, a much younger skateboarding instructor with pale white skin and eyes the color of amber. The attraction the two women feel for each other is immediate and strong. Gigi falls hard for Lyndsey, but she fears being cut off from her nieces and nephews if she makes it clear to her family that, yes, she is indeed a lesbian and not just the reliable spinster aunt, sister, and daughter her family has come to expect. Lyndsey has an ex-girlfriend following her around who threatens to interfere.

Together, Gigi and Lyndsey learn that skating on air and being in love will require them to be more honest with those around them than they have ever been before.

Excerpt:
She led me down the hallway at the end of which was a door that opened up to a winding, narrow wooden staircase. She gave my hand a gentle squeeze, and I closed the door behind us. We walked up into the darkness at the top of the stairs; only it wasn’t completely dark once we got there. The ceiling and walls of the attic were covered with wallpaper and paint depicting a starry night sky. The stars glowed. I gasped.

“This is beautiful,” I whispered.

“Isn’t it? Elena calls it the Junebug Planetarium. Junebug is her mom’s nickname for her. She designed the wallpaper and painted the ceiling herself. She’s such a wonderfully creative person.”

The planets and stars on the ceiling had a three-dimensional realness to them that was astounding, aided by the deep blues and blacks that served as the background. Lyndsey pointed out a nebula painted on one of the walls. I felt that we had stepped into space. A small window was at the center of the wall that angled down at the front of the house. I stepped to that window and looked out at the real night sky. Then I looked back at Junebug’s planetarium and Lyndsey.

“I helped paint the ceiling, too,” Lyndsey said, the soft light filtering in through the window and the painted stars casting delicate shadows on her face.

“Did you? It looks wonderful. There should be a telescope here.”

“She does have one. She takes it out occasionally to stargaze, but I think I use it more than she does. I love this room.”

She came and stood next to me at the window. I felt her close to me. Her breath hit my ear and the right side of my neck. I could smell her faintly floral scent, maybe from a moisturizer or hair product, and, when I turned my head, she was watching me. She didn’t look away like she had done that time at the skate park when I caught her looking at me. She was an inch or two taller than me, and I leaned toward her. She leaned down a little. Our lips met, hesitantly at first, and then we were off to the races. We alternated between soft, delicate kisses and rougher, hungrier kisses. My breath came faster, in gasps, as I embraced her with one arm while I caressed her cheek and ran my fingers through her hair with my other hand. I felt her hands holding my head. Then, she slid one of her hands from the back of my head and down my back.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tulabella Ruby Press
• Release date: Apr 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370538355

Elizabeth Andre

Elizabeth Andre is a lesbian in an interracial same-sex marriage. She lives in the Midwest and loves things that go bump in the night.

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Skating on Air

Lesbian Light Reads 8

by

Elizabeth Andre

Published by Tulabella Ruby Press

Copyright 2016 Elizabeth Andre/All Rights Reserved

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All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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Editor: Cassandra Pierce

Acknowledgment:

A big thank you to James Richter, MD, who provided valuable insight into the life and work of an anatomic pathologist.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

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Skating on Air

Lesbian Light Reads 8

by

Elizabeth Andre

Chapter One

I had two reasons to be at the skate park on a fine and sunny Saturday morning in the middle of June. One reason was that I had brought my nieces, Marena and Keri, to the park for their skateboarding lessons. They had seen some skateboarding videos online and some kids in their neighborhood skateboarding and decided it was something they wanted to try. As luck would have it, a friend of mine knew of someone, a friend of a friend of a friend, who taught kids how to skateboard. After a little back and forth via email and texts, I agreed to six lessons for the girls with Lyndsey Falk. Lyndsey was the second reason I, and not their mother or another relative, was at the park. We had met a couple of weeks before to discuss the girls’ lessons, and I wanted to see her lovely smile again. The girls and I had arrived a few minutes early that day, and so we got a chance to watch the skaters. I spotted Lyndsey right away. She was the one with pale skin that was acquiring an early summer tan and shoulder-length brown hair that fluttered in the wind as she skated. Most of the other skaters were guys, and nowhere near as attractive.

Lyndsey was fun to watch as she skimmed down a railing, landed sure-footed on the ground and skated away. She looked so cool. I couldn’t think of any other word to describe how she looked as she skated around. My nieces were mesmerized. I must admit that I was, too, but for different reasons. I was 43 and going on five years of being single. I could not take my eyes off Lyndsey. She skated beautifully, and, well, she was beautiful, too.

A few minutes later, Lyndsey came over and introduced herself to the girls. I hoped I wasn’t staring. My cheeks were getting hot. I attributed that to the June heat, but who was I kidding? I was happy that my skin— a mellow brown—didn’t show any blushing. I had a hard time concentrating because I was unprepared for how strong an attraction I felt to her. Yes, by virtue of going through my day every day, I saw many young women, and if I took notice of any of them, I’d think something along the lines of, She looks so young to me. Is she in high school?

Yes, Lyndsey looked young, but I saw something else. The way she moved suggested confidence and self-reliance. She was a bit taller than me with a chocolate-brown haircut in a neat, longish bob and topped with a baseball cap. Her eyes were like amber-colored honey. My thoughts upon seeing Lyndsey for the first time had been something like this—Damn, she’s cute! I wonder if she’s single? She looks young. Maybe I’m too old for her. Wow. She looks great on that skateboard. She looks great off the skateboard, too. Maybe I just need to get laid. Said thoughts whirled through my mind at something like a hundred miles per hour on an endless loop. It had been a long time since I’d felt anything like that about anyone. My brother, Kenny, once told me that it was because I was too picky.

Turned out Lyndsey was long past high school, in her late 20s, and she was good with kids. She had a way of getting the girls’ attention and keeping it without scolding or bribery. I spent the rest of that first lesson giving the girls encouragement and taking videos of them. That gave me something to do other than gawking at Lyndsey while pretending not to gawk at her. She did occasionally make it into my videos, which only made sense. She was, after all, teaching my nieces.

Once the girls got the basics down in their first two skateboarding lessons, each subsequent lesson involved Lyndsey introducing a more advanced move or concept. Lyndsey supervised the girls as they pushed on their skateboards on a sidewalk adjacent to the skate park. Keri, the younger of the two at nine years old, seemed to be better coordinated than Marena, who was eleven. Keri pushed along effortlessly and seemed to be able to hold her balance while Marena couldn’t seem to get a good push going. It could be that Keri was the more fearless one. Lyndsey kept a close eye on both of them, but stood closer to Marena. She had probably picked up on Marena being a little more fearful. It was one thing to watch videos of skateboarding. Actually trying to do it was quite another thing.

That’s it, Marena. You’re getting it. Now just lean forward a little bit more. That’s right, Lyndsey said.

I moved my attention from Marena to Keri in time to see Keri skateboard into the grass, where she jumped off.

Auntie Gigi! Did you see that? Did you see me? I skateboarded all the way on the sidewalk!

I sure did, sweetie! You’re great! I said, standing up from the bench I was sitting on.

Keri picked up her skateboard, skipped back onto the sidewalk, set the skateboard down, got on it and pushed. She passed Marena, who was doing a bit better at pushing now. Marena even smiled a little.

I glanced around in the direction of the skate park where mostly guys were trying to impress each other and themselves