Red Satin 1: Red Satin
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by Giselle Renarde
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Gay Fiction
Description: Regan and Maisie had sex once, back when Maisie was living the boy's life, but Regan wrote it off as nothing more than a drunken rebound hook-up. Now that Maisie is in transition and all her feminine qualities are rising to the surface, Regan is realizing what she saw in Maisie that one inebriated evening so many years ago. But Maisie has fears of her own about starting up a relationship amidst the turmoil of other changes. Does Regan see her for who she really is, or will she love her and leave her like last time? See what power is evoked by mid-December mall magic, a red satin evening gown and two lovers who meet again for the first time.
eBook Publisher: loveyoudivine, 2011 2011
eBookwise Release Date: February 2011
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [42 KB]
Reading time: 21-30 min.
They sat in silence, Maisie's cheek nestled into Regan's chest. The shoppers downstairs generated a cacophony that surged to a peak before coming to a magical silence. A Salvation Army quintet took up their instruments. The muted sound of two silver trumpets, a trombone, a tuba, and a French horn filled the air with a melancholic rendition of Hark the Herald Angels Sing. Regan closed her eyes, transported from mall to concert hall. She imagined Maisie in that shimmering blue gown, diamonds around her neck, the epitome of feminine beauty. In her best suit, Regan would escort her new girlfriend to every big event. The whole city would see this gorgeous girl on her arm. When she took a deep breath, the scent of Maisie's cheerful perfume overwhelmed her senses. Regan floated on a cloud of citrus-and-lily.
"I do get frightened, you know," Maisie admitted, cuddling closer. "Of being called out, I mean. And of that looming threat of physical violence." She took a deep breath before asking, "How is my family going to react when I ring their doorbell? I wish I had a big strong girlfriend to protect me."
Opening her eyes, Regan found Maisie gazing up at her like a pulp fiction cover girl brimming with sweet desperation. Regan flexed the arm Maisie wasn't leaning against.
"Oh... you are strong," Maisie cooed. "You could protect me."
"I sure could," Regan began as Maisie wrapped a hand around her muscle. "If I were your girlfriend..."
Now the bashful Southern belle, Maisie released Regan's arm and looked demurely to the floor. With a hint of an anticipatory smile, she asked, "Do you want to be my girlfriend?"
Laughing over the quintet's Christmas Carol, Regan asked, "What did I say two minutes ago? Yes, I want to be your girlfriend!" Again, she breathed in the scent of sunny perfume. Maisie was beyond adorable, her dimpled cheeks plump with leftover baby fat. Her squeezable curves melted against Regan's body as she flicked brunette bangs away from her eyes.
Tracing the line of Maisie's jaw from ear to chin, Regan eased Maisie's expectant lips closer until their gloss grazed hers. For a moment, Maisie hesitated, her warm breath soaking Regan's moistened lips. She waited, her body throbbing, until Maisie placed a caring hand at the back of her head and pulled her into a heated kiss. Maisie's tongue was hot, pulsing against Regan's, their heads switching sides like rapid fire. Regan wrapped herself around Maisie's curves, digging her nails into the flesh at Maisie's sides, moaning into the depths of her luscious mouth.
Just as the flames of passion overwhelmed Regan's body, Maisie broke away with a startled look in her eye.
"What's wrong?" Regan asked.
Maisie chuckled nervously, touching fingertips to her engorged lips. "I just started to think about having sex that time, and about how you're the same person but I'm... well, I'm different."
Regan shook her head. "No, I don't think you are. I mean, sure, you were living the boy's life outwardly, but maybe the reason we hooked up was that I could see the girl in you. I mean, it wasn't every day I'd go out and fuck a guy, drunk or not. It was a weird thing to do, and I never could figure out why it happened. Maybe somehow I recognized that you were the girl I wanted in my life; I just couldn't see it because you looked like a guy."
"Sorry," Maisie replied.
Maisie shrugged. She shook her head and giggled. "I just don't know what I want."