“Oh for Christ’s sake we are both women. You don’t have to close your eyes; you’ve seen it all before.” Randy stated empathically, trying to cover the butterflies she felt. This is not exactly what I had in mind when I dreamt about getting naked with her. Ah well, here goes nothing!
Stacy leaned down quickly, grabbing the waist of Randy’s sweats and carefully pulled them up. Unfortunately, she could not do it quickly for fear that she would hurt her leg in the process. To her consternation, she also realized that Randy was not wearing underwear at all. She was finally able to get them up and she felt Randy’s other hand back on her shoulder. She looked up into her face, which was inches from her own. They stood there for a moment, eyes locked. Stacy saw Randy’s eyes flit down to her mouth and back. Oh God. She involuntarily leaned slightly forward.
The spell was broken when Randy’s good leg began to shake from the strain of standing on it with all of her weight. She swore under her breath. Fucking perfect timing. I feel like as weak as a two year old.
Stacy moved to offer her the other crutch. “Let’s get you in bed before your leg gives out. I don’t think I could carry you.” She smiled, trying to break the tension.
Randy gave a half-hearted smile back and maneuvered her way down the hallway, while Stacy walked closely behind her. Once in the bedroom, she sat carefully on the edge of the bed. Stacy immediately knew that lifting her legs was not something she could do at this point, so she carefully lifted them and then helped her move back.
“Okay. Can I get you anything else before I leave? I plugged your cell phone in and laid it right here on your bedside table ok? If you need anything, just call me and I’ll be here in a flash.” She leaned over Randy to pull the covers up over her. She realized once again, their faces were only inches apart. She looked down into Randy’s eyes and saw an unreadable expression there. Clearing her throat nervously, she stepped back. “Okay, well, Shawn gave me your extra key so I will be down early in the morning to help you before I go to work.”
Randy grabbed her hand as she backed away. “Thank you.” She said softly.
Their eyes met again and Stacy could almost feel the physical pull. She hesitated for a moment and then asked, “Why did you do it?”
Without a moment’s hesitation came Randy’s response. “I love you. If something would have happened to you, I would have never forgiven myself.” Shit, why did I just say that? Must be the drugs; I can hardly keep my eyes open.
Stacy looked away briefly and her thumb caressed the back of Randy’s hand. “Thank you. I’ll see you in the morning.” She quietly left the room, locking up the apartment as she left.
Back in her own apartment, she sat at the kitchen table in silence. Her sister was right about several things. She was right when she said that Randy loved her, Randy just confirmed that. But was it just a friendship love or more? She had a strong feeling it was more, she could feel the connection when they had stood close in the bathroom and then again in the bedroom. This can’t be for real. There is no way that I am gay. What are the odds of three siblings all being gay?
Her sister had also been right that she was attracted to Randy. She had tried to ignore it, deny it, to fight it but in the end she couldn’t change it. She had never had even a remote attraction to a woman before but she had to admit that she had wondered more than a few times what it would be like to have Randy kiss her.
What am I going to do?
She gave up, going to bed and falling into a fitful sleep. Stacy heard a loud noise through the cobwebs, reaching out and smacking her alarm with one hand. She blinked several times at the clock. 4:12, why the hell is my alarm going off at 4:12 in the morning? It dawned on her that the noise hadn’t come from her alarm, but rather from her cell phone, which she had turned up full blast before she fell asleep.
She picked up her phone and saw the flashing text message icon. She swiped the screen and pulled up the message. I’m sorry. I can’t sleep and I can’t get my legs off the bed to get up for my pain medicine. Sorry. She rubbed her eyes, sat up and shoved her feet into her tennis shoes. She grabbed her keys off the counter as she passed through the kitchen and headed out the door. She walked down the sidewalk and paused in front of Randy’s door, opening it with the spare key. “Randy, it’s just me.” She called out.
Randy looked relieved as she entered the bedroom. “Why didn’t you text me sooner?” Stacy asked her. “I’ll grab your medicine, hang on.” She hurried to the kitchen, grabbing the bottle from the counter. “I’m sorry; I should have left it in here for you so you could reach it. Do you need to go to the bathroom while I’m here?” She asked.
“Sure, I could use some more humiliation to keep my ego from getting out of control.” Randy tried to joke.
“Well, I’ll try to limit the damage so you aren’t too deflated. Now let me get your legs off the bed and then you put your arms around me so you can stand up.” Stacy carefully swung Randy’s legs over the edge and Randy wrapped her arms around her neck. Stacy stood up and took a small step back
