| Lesbian: Lusty Liaisons: Dykes on Bikes (1/4) |
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The roar of motorcycles caused Margaret to look up from her compact mirror. She had been applying a fresh layer of shimmering raspberry to her lips while she waited in front of Beachside Arcade for Donald. He was late again, probably still playing Deathcon III. What a loser. Yesterday he had kept her waiting for over an hour. Their parents had met last year at a Republican rally in Houston and had hit it off so well, they decided they would take a vacation together at the Tropicana Casino in Atlantic City. How convenient that the MacPhersons had a son the same age as the Brendle’s daughter. “Oh it’ll be great,” Delores MacPherson had exclaimed. “We can commandeer the blackjack table and let the kids entertain themselves.” “We can even slip in a few rounds of golf at Harbor Pines,” said Margaret’s Mom, Julie. When her parents returned and ebulliently related their plans, Margaret’s heart sank, but she just smiled and nodded. She knew from past experience she had no chance competing with golf, gambling, and gin, particularly the last one. She had considered more than once that her parents might be alcoholics. So now she was stuck on the boardwalk on vacation with a geek and parents who wouldn’t have noticed if she had disappeared for days. At first the thought depressed her, but watching the motorcycle gang across the street wheel into the parking lot of the Dairy Swirl, her spirits lifted a little. She thought, hmmm, perhaps there was an opportunity here she hadn’t realized. All the riders wore leather jackets that read Dykes on Bikes. Margaret had heard of them. They once snarled traffic in Houston for hours on their way to a gay parade. She was glad they weren’t some redneck biker group. Some of the women were beautiful. Margaret had never told her parents she was gay, even though she had known it ever since Trina Williams had kissed her in the sixth grade. She didn’t like Trina, but she loved the sensation of being kissed by a girl, the moist full lips, the soft smooth skin on her face. For a while, she wondered if it was a phase of being turned on by doing something naughty but after years of sneaking peeks at her Dad’s girlie mags which always made her soaking wet, she knew it was truly the way she was. She was a lesbian. She had little to no interest in boys throughout school. As she got older, she realized there weren’t that many girls for her to be interested in either. There were minor crushes, but nothing ever amounted to much. That all changed when she went with her cousin Irma to New York for a long weekend to catch a matinee of Rent. Irma’s friend Courtney escorted them around the big city. She was a cute tomboy and for the first time, Margaret had a serious affair with another girl who was experienced and tender and beautiful. They would have continued their relationship if Courtney hadn’t moved to Guatemala to teach English. She was lost in the sweet daydream oif Courtney’s mouth sucking her nipple when two women rode up and jolted her back to reality. “Nice skirt, Honey Pie. I like a chick who doesn’t wear pantyhose, especially at the beach,” said the woman driving. “My name’s Lucille.” “It’s a swim skirt – a skort,” Margaret retorted. |
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