California Girl: Lesbian Love

By Rebecca Stone

"I could kiss you ... " Kelly began.

Marnie stepped closer to kiss Kelly. Surprised, Kelly instinctively parted her lips, and their tongues met -- and a flood of warmth enveloped the blonde. She wrapped her arms around Marnie and then heard footsteps. They pulled away from each other.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Stone
• Release date: Dec 15, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005081584

Rebecca Stone

I love writing and reading erotica. I enjoy publishing my content online and get people's perspective on my writings. I hope my readers enjoy the content I put through. Happy reading!

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California Girl: Lesbian Love

By Rebecca Stone

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to any actual person, living or dead, events or locales is entire coincidental

Authors Note:

All characters depicted in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old or above. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Contents

Chapter One: Going to California

Chapter Two: Kelly Steps Out

Chapter Three: A Big Surprise

Chapter Four: Finding Love

Chapter One: Going to California

Her heart was thumping in her chest as the Boeing 777 made its final approach to LAX. Los Angeles ... the City of Angels. The young Irish woman craned her neck to look through the delicate patterns of ice crystals on the airplane's window, trying to spot swimming pools and palm trees in the endless urban vista below. The jumbo jet made a wide sweeping circle and then came in from the north, passing over Hollywood and Santa Monica, before landing. As the jet's reverse thrusters slowed the plane to a gentle roll, it finally dawned on Marnie that she had separated physically and emotionally from Lauren, her first and only love.

It had been a difficult month, between the debacle with Pamela Wentworth, the head of the English department at Marnie's former school, Trinity University in Dalkey, and Marnie's tearful departure at Dublin Airport. Her partner and mentor, Lauren, was more overwrought than Marnie, even though it was Marnie who was severing ties with the only life she knew. At twenty-six, she had spent her entire life in Dalkey, a sleepy tourist town just south of Dublin, hugging the coast of the Irish Sea, and though she met many Americans in the pub her family owned, she had never visited the United States. There were six generations of Dunlavy's that lived in Dalkey, and Marnie was the first in her family to relocate outside the familiar confines of Ireland.

Marnie tried to read and sleep on the long international flight, but she could do neither, rather her thoughts always returned to Lauren. Their relationship was always destined to be star crossed, Lauren being Marnie's professor and faculty advisor for her doctoral candidacy in English. But the gravitational pull of their attraction to each other proved to be irresistible for both of them, and in the end it was their undoing as well, as Pamela Wentworth got wind of the relationship and used it as leverage to extract an intimate sexual favor from Marnie. Marnie's exploitation by the heavyset sixty year old woman made an emotional scar that ran deep.

Though badly bruised emotionally, she was still a beautiful young woman, at the full blossom of youth. Her pale white skin contrasted against her curly auburn red hair that fell past her shoulders. Freckles were scattered about on her narrow face and nose. Her breasts were pressing against her white cotton top, with the gentle rounding that comes with a large natural bust. She was a shade above average in height, her skinny jeans hugging her muscular legs. She was to find herself welcome in America. After all, beauty was (and is) an internationally understood language.

Excitement coursed through her veins as the bell chimed signaling that passengers were free to get up out of their seats and deplane. The misty cliffs of Dalkey, the restless Irish Sea ... and of course Lauren, were temporarily put to the back of her mind as she retrieved her hand luggage from the overhead compartment. She was in California. She had seen so many movies set in California, from its rugged northern coastline to the blacktop jungle of Los Angeles. Now she was going to live there, and the prospect excited her immensely.

A young man in the row behind Marnie smiled at the comely redhead as they stood in the aisle, side by side, almost touching. He was of course blond and good looking and when he said Hey in a decidedly American accent Marnie knew she arrived in California. She wrestled with her roller bag as she made her way up the aisle of coach seats, then with envy past business class. She wondered what it would been like to have the legroom to recline flat instead of being crammed into an economy seat for a thirteen and a half hour flight. A woman in a smart airline uniform directed her off the plane and down a long corridor ending in an enormous room containing a morass of weary travelers waiting to clear customs.

She waited patiently in a long line that snaked back and forth, watching the people all around her and noticing the first traces of American culture, from the large lighted ads for popular soft drinks, to the UCLA and USC t-shirts that seemed to surround her. When it was finally her turn she looked expectantly through the thick plexiglass partition separating her from the United States Customs officer. He was a tall Asian, with a serious look on his face. He scanned her passport, then looked directly into her eyes.

What's the purpose of your visit to the United States?

Marnie tried not to be nervous, knowing she had nothing to be nervous about. Education. I'm here to complete my doctorate at UCLA.

Unimpressed, he looked at her passport again and stamped one of the back pages.

Welcome to the United States.

He then waved for the next person in line.

Marnie had to remind herself to move.

Getting to baggage claim, Marnie had never seen such organized chaos. She thought she heard at least a dozen different languages as she made her way to her baggage carousel. Anxiously, she watched the stream of bags being dumped on the conveyer belt. It was a relatively short wait before she spotted her suitcase, one that belonged to her late mother. She snatched the bag off the moving metal panels and put it on a rented cart along with her roller bag. She couldn't believe her life could fit into two pieces of luggage.

She spotted the one way doors to the public area of the terminal. She remembered: brown hair, medium height, slender build from the picture she had on her phone She quickly scanned the wall to wall people outside the secure area that were yelling and waving their arms. Half of the women she saw fit that description. Marnie thought it was hopeless, standing aside as passengers streamed past her.

Marnie! a voice called out. Marnie scanned the crowd and saw a woman waving her arms who looked like the woman in the picture that was texted to her. She walked towards her until they were next to each other.

Marnie. So glad to meet you, the middle aged woman said breathlessly. The woman was Emily Vandebroek, Marnie's sponsor. Emily belonged to an international organization that provided housing to college students traveling to foreign countries. Emily was generous enough to offer her daughter's bedroom to Marnie for the duration of her studies at UCLA. Her daughter had recently left home to attend a small college in Pennsylvania, where she received a full four year scholarship. Emily was a UCLA alum, so she looked forward to helping someone who was attending her alma mater. It was a perfect match, because Emily's house, in the toney suburb of Brentwood, was within walking distance of the UCLA campus.

Emily was somewhat stunned at Marnie's appearance. Marnie had sent her a slightly out of focus selfie, and it did no justice to the beautiful woman she was looking at.

Marnie ... you're ... uh ... much lovelier than your picture, Emily said, while admiring Marnie's thick mane of red hair and her curvy body. Emily's appearance paled in comparison to her new tenant. She was in her forties, but she was as plain as plain could be, despite the concerted efforts of her stylist, wardrobe consultant and make-up specialist. But her heart was good and true, and her true beauty was on the inside.

Oh, thank you Mrs. Vandebroek, Marnie said in a thick Irish brogue.

Please call me Emily.

Emily was even besotted by Marnie's accent. She sensed that Marnie, as innocent as she appeared, was going to be big trouble in the enclave of Brentwood. A woman of Marnie's beauty would be chum in a pool full of sharks.

Here, let me take your roller bag dear. My car's across the street in the parking structure.

Emily took hold of the handle to the bag, wondering if she would find that no good deed goes unpunished.

* * *

The drive from the airport to Emily's Brentwood home was an eye opener for Marnie. The main northbound artery, US 405, was a freeway in perpetual gridlock. Emily's tricked out Land Rover crawled along as Marnie surveyed the ocean of cars jam packed in both directions. She rolled the window down, and felt the warm salt tinged air wafting in, a stark contrast to the cold, damp air that was omnipresent in Dalkey.

They eventually got on side roads to Brentwood, where Marnie saw spacious well-kept houses and manicured lawns. They drove by the edge of the UCLA campus before pulling into the driveway to Emily's house.