The Kiss

By Anietta Strong

Angela is married but not happily. She has a teenage daughter too; she lived a normal but mundane life until she met Julie at work. Angela has strange disturbing feelings which are aroused still further by Julie’s intimate tactile habits. Everything comes to the fore when totally out of character Angela kisses her tormentor within the relative privacy of the ladies toilet!

She got it wrong!

Anietta Strong’s first foray into writing a hot, sexy short story about love and romance between two women. Women who are unclear about their sexuality and unsure whether to risk finding out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Anietta Strong
• Release date: Oct 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005423865

Anietta Strong

Hi, I'm Anietta, I've always loved to write even before my teens. Like most people who built a career and led a busy life,I took up writing seriously when life calmed down, which for me was when my family grew up and left the nest. I love to write about difficult issues, not shying away from areas where some writers prefer to avoid. Yes, they are edgy, maybe sexy too, but that is life. I'm particularly interested in women's issues and my characters reflect my own personality. I hate political correctness, the airbrushing of history, our cancellation society, Woke culture, and speak and write without fear. I hope you enjoy my books.Please note. all characters depicted in my books are over 18 when features in appropriate scenes in each book

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The Kiss

By

Anietta Strong

Copyright © 2012 Anietta Strong 2022

The right of Anietta Strong to be identified as the Author of the Work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patent Act 1988

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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Contents

Consequences

Facing the music

Under the bus

Watching from heaven

Consummation

Alone

Affaire conjugale supplementaire

The Awakening Three Months Later

Downhill all the way

Dinner for two

Tough choices

Dinner with desert

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Consequences

The moon outside is bright, there is a breeze and its rays of light are shining through the branches of a tree which in turn create weird shapes and designs on the walls and ceiling of my bedroom. I’ve lain there for hours staring at their ever-changing form and seeing imaginary creatures making their visit then disappearing to be replaced by something equally bizarre and often frightening. Unlike my husband who is asleep and occasionally snoring, I cannot relax. My name is Angela Davis and I can’t stop thinking about what I’ve done. Unfortunately, my action cannot be undone and like most reckless acts they have consequences. The clock cannot be turned back and now I’m left trying left trying to work out my next move. What I cannot fathom is how I got it so wrong? My greatest strength is being able to read a situation and most times get it right? So, why did I get my gut feel so wrong this time, to take a risk with such far reaching implications if I had miscalculated?

Bill, my husband doesn’t know I’ve left my job. I was left with little choice, after what I did backfired so spectacularly, what else could I do? To walk through the office with work colleagues who were happy to smile and engage with me before, now staring at me, ignoring me. Sitting on the toilet and listening to them talk about me outside my locked cubicle door. The event only happened two days ago and yet I knew the issue would never go away, so I resigned. I walked out with my box of personal items with every pair of eyes watching each step I made until I reached the door and found myself struggling to open it. Nobody offered to help. That was yesterday, I look over at the bedside clock who’s red glowing numbers show 2.23am it’s the following day and soon I have to wake and tell Bill I’ve left, but I cannot possibly say why. The implications of doing so are dire, how do I explain what I did and what it will mean to our marriage. I’m pushing forty, I’ve been married fifteen years, I’ve got a daughter of similar age and if you’ve done the sums you will realise, I was carrying her when I signed up with Bill. What will she think, how will she find out? She will, because I worked with the mothers of her friends at school. What have I done to her!

Before I tell anyone, I’d better tell you because I know you are dying to know. Then I’ll explain how it happened and hopefully I’ll work out what to do next. I have, no had, a friend at work, her name is Julie Marshall. We went everywhere together, she came to my home, she was my best friend we did everything together. We were close, very close. She is attractive with a body to die for. I’d been wondering about my sexuality for some time. If I’m honest I’ve never been totally sure. I imagine by now you’ve worked out where this is going and you are not wrong! She was tactile, she’d often touch me. She’d stroke my arm; touch my hand she even occasionally patted my bum! I was sure, she had feelings for me and I certainly had them towards her. Then two days ago in the ladies toilet, which women frequently paired up to visit, I made my move, I told her I loved her – I kissed her!

I got it wrong!

Facing the music

‘Hi Zoe, how did things go at school….’ I didn’t get any further, I got a scowl as my daughter entered from the rear entrance and headed for the stairs. ‘I’ll take that as things didn’t go too well then, shall I?’ I replied with fear frowning within me. Her terse reply only confirmed it.

‘You should know why, so don’t bother asking!’ Zoe replied before storming up and disappearing, followed shortly after by her bedroom door slamming.

‘Oh fuck!’ Angela exclaimed. My daughter had left early that morning, if that wasn’t too unusual, not saying goodbye was. Zoe spent a lot of time on social media and I suspect the grapevine had been buzzing half the night. It was time for some damage limitation, that is, if it wasn’t too late already. I mounted the stairs and headed for her room. I stood looking at the wooden sign affixed to the outside.

Zoe’s Zone – keep out!

She’d had that on her bedroom door since she was twelve, it was her demarcation line, her territorial boundary which announced her need for privacy, something I’d jealousy respected. Now, I needed her to invite me in - to explain if I could? I knocked.

‘Go away, I don’t want to talk to you.’ She replied in a sulky voice.

‘At least get me try to explain, you owe me that at least, don’t you?’ I tried another tack. The door opened. My beautiful daughter stood facing me, she’d been crying.

‘How could you do that to me mum, my friends all say you’re a lezzie, we had games today and everyone kept their distance from me in the changing room, they think what you have is catching, that I’m a lezzie too.’ I closed my eyes, I had hoped resigning, taking the issue out of the spotlight, would air the issue, then we could all move on. It seems it’s only got started.

‘I’m not a lesbian, or I don’t think I am. I misjudged something, I read into actions I realise now were not what it seemed.’ Zoe didn’t step back but stood her ground blocking entry.

‘You snogged my best friend Chelsea’s mum! How was she meant to misunderstand that!’ She paused briefly. ‘You’ve ruined everything mum, I won’t be able to show my face at school again, my life is over and it’s all your fault.’ A voice called up from downstairs and my heart which had sunk out of trace that day, went into the basement area.

‘Is everything alright up there?’ The question came from my husband and I wasn’t anywhere near ready to explain that it wasn’t.

‘You’d better ask her!’ Zoe shouted back, then slammed the door. I went downstairs to face the music. I wondered if I should just try to brazen it out, not say anything. Make some excuse about Zoe having had a bad day at school? It could just blow over?

‘Well? What’s the big drama you are meant to tell me?’ Bill asked me. I shrugged, I often did that when I wanted to deflect a conversation or chose not to answer. I didn’t remain silent.

‘There is no big drama Bill, it’s just Zoe having a strop, I told her to clear up her room, have you been in there lately?’ I knew he hadn’t, Bill could live in a tip of his own making so he’d hardly bother checking if his daughter’s room was habitable.

‘So, it’s got nothing to do with you walking out of your job today then?’ Oh shit! I thought, how on earth did he find out!

‘Who told you that?’ I asked, desperately playing for time. I got none to play with.

‘Is it true, how I found out is immaterial.’ I was feeling backed into a corner. I decided to give prevarication one final go, if that didn’t work, I’d tell him. So, I kissed a fucking woman! So, what! Nobody died, well not yet, that depended on whether I clamped eyes on Julie Marshall again, then that might be a different matter.

‘I had a row at work, it got heated. I felt it was best to leave. I can soon get myself another job!’ I glared at Bill as I spoke, hoping my passion would show and he’d back off and ask what was for dinner. I knew there was little point in waiting for him to make the offer to cook something instead.

‘That sounds like some row, what was it about?’