My Dirty Girl Fetish

By Candice Christian

Athletic and shy, that describes Chelsea. A closet lesbian, a standout in competitive swimming since five, she found it hard making close friends with other girls. She read science fiction, and watched WWE every week, at a time when girls her age were into boys, dating, proms, and dances. Except for her teammates on the swim team, she did very little socializing with other girls.

Her senior year of high school all that changed. A girl name Jordan, that lived near her but went to private school, had to change schools because of the parents’ divorce and she started going to the public school that Chelsea attended. Over time the two became friends even walking to school together. And joining the soft ball team at Jordan’s urging.

Joining the softball team was the catalyst for the two girls. After a very close contest of the last game, both Jordan and Chelsea were instrumental in securing the win for the team. The all the cheering, and hugging after the win, Jordan kissed Chelsea right on the mouth. That move by Jordan broke the wall of shyness for Chelsea and it wasn’t long the two were discussing women’s wrestling and reading science fiction together.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tenth Muse
• Release date: Aug 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798201194437

Candice Christian

Candice was born in Paris KY on 9 January 1988. Her parents, George Bertrand Christian, an attorney who once aspired to be an actor, and Frances Hollowell insisted that Candice and her sister Simone, be sent to a Catholic school. Candice was deeply religious as a child, at one point thought of becoming a nun.

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My Dirty Girl Fetish

Copyright 2023 Candice Christian

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18+

'Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Epilogue

About Candice Christian

Other books by Candice Christian

Connect with Candice Christian

Acknowledgement

Nadege

Chapter One

It was a nice evening when I entered my favorite night club called Kraven. It is located in the City of Covington, Kentucky, it was south across the river from Cincinnati. I tend to be an imposing woman because I am a tall woman. I happen to be close to six-foot- tall and even taller in heels. I was a shy girl growing up because of my height. But eventually I accepted the fact that I was going to be the center of attention and conversations where ever I went.

I slowly surveyed the ladies present. I saw a few women I recognized and acknowledged their presence with a nod of my head. My attention was captured when my eyes saw another tall woman dancing with a much smaller blonde woman.

I chose to go to the bar and sat on a barstool. I ordered a vodka and soda and took a sip as I kept an eye on the talent in the mirror behind the bar. When the music ended, I saw the tall woman approaching. She placed her hands on the stool next to mine, and she asked: Is this seat taken?

Not at all, be my guest, I said.

I noticed you the minute you entered. It is nice to meet someone as tall as myself. She said.

I noticed you as well. I responded.

We eventually moved to a secluded booth to be able to talk without the music disturbing us. She told me that her name was Jordan. I told her that my name was Chelesa. Jordan was not the kind of woman I was normally attracted to because she was obviously very masculine looking and heavily tattooed. Her exposed arms were covered with tattoos. The left arm was solid with colorful flowers and a bird. It was as if she were broadcasting how butch she was.

The right arm was covered with skulls, stars, and a lot of shading. Her long blonde hair was out of character for