Sapphic Voices General Fiction

ANGIE

A short Story about two young girls in love. This Story is rated 'Adults Only' for its sexual content.

Angela Collins was 17 years old and about to start her senior year in High School when her father was transferred. As the child of a military officer, Angela was well used to packing up and moving every few years. The world was her home and she was just as comfortable living in Germany as she was in the States. However this time was different, she didn’t want to move in her senior year. Angie had her friends and wanted to enjoy being a senior and not go through the stress of being the new kid in school. She yelled and screamed and begged her father to file for an extension; just until she graduated. But it was to no avail. Angie found herself moving to Fort Leavenworth, Kansas.

Angie was a petite girl, with jet-black hair and bright green eyes. She wore her hair shoulder length, had one tattoo of a rose on her back, and her right eyebrow was pierced. Much to her parent’s dismay. Angie sat on the porch of their new home brooding, and watched the movers carry in the boxes and furniture. She decided to take a short walk up the street. Most Army bases are the same. Once you found the PX, the movie theatre and the Commissary, you were all set. Younger kids still went to school on base but Angie was a senior so she would be going to a civilian school. Tears sprang to her eyes, God how she hated being the new kid and not having any friends here. It just wasn’t fair!

In a nearby field Angie saw a red- haired girl playing with two dachshunds. The little dogs each had the end of the same stick and were growling and pulling trying to take it away from each other. The girl noticed Angie and smiled and waved.

“Hello. Are you the one moving in?”

“Yeah. My name is Angela Collins.”

The girl came over and shook her hand. “I’m Robin Harper. I live a few houses down from you.”

“I like your dogs.”

“Thanks, the black and tan one is named Rocky. The red one is Baby.” Robin leaned over and picked up the stick. She cocked her arm back and threw it. The dogs barked merrily and went after the stick.

“So can you tell me about the High School?”

Robin laughed. “Oh yeah … not to worry. The bus will pick you up in the morning. Right at that corner there. If you want I can show you around.”

“That would be great.” Angie was relieved to have found a friend.

“Hey, I know what it’s like being new.” Robin flashed a wide smile at Angie. “I’m a junior by the way.”

“It’s going to be my senior year.”

“God, that sucks having to move your senior year. I hope that doesn’t happen to me.”

“Tell me about it. I miss all my old friends.”

“Well, don’t worry people are pretty friendly around here.” Robin looked at her thoughtfully. “Do you play softball?”

“Not lately.”

“Why not?”

“Umm … I don’t know. Just haven’t that’s all.”

“Are you any good?”

“I don’t suck if that’s what you mean. I played left field and pitched some too.”

“Great! I’m going to introduce you to our coach tomorrow. Our team name is the Cougars.” Robin waved good-bye and went down the road with her two dogs.

The next day was a whirlwind of activity. Of course her parents were thrilled that Robin was going to show her around the High School. As they got on the bus Robin introduced Angie to more people. Then Robin took her to the office and got Angie’s schedule of classes. “Good we have the same lunch period. I’ll meet you right after your English class.”

Angie said thankfully. “You know I really appreciate this.”

Robin laughed. “Just forget it. I was the new kid last year. So I still remember being lost and trying to find my way around.”

They met for lunch at noon. The cafeteria was packed with kids and was very noisy. Robin and Angie walked with their trays until they found an open table. Robin nodded to a tall girl as they sat down. “How’s it going Heather?”

Heather was captain of the softball team. She had short blonde hair; her body was hard muscled and athletic. She had a no nonsense attitude when it came to her sports, she was there to win and did not tolerate girls who slacked off. Heather looked at Angie and instantly dismissed her. The girl was too small to be much use to their team.
Heather said to Robin. “Don’t forget about practice tonight.”

“Yeah, I know right after school. I want Angie to come too.”

Once again Heather looked at Angie. “Our team’s set. No offence but there just isn’t a spot for her.”

“Oh that’s bullshit and you know it!” Robin protested. “Sally is erratic and she cracks under pressure. Angie is a good pitcher. Give her a chance!”

Angie spoke up. “Now wait a minute. I haven’t played softball in two years.”

Heather squinted her eyes and carefully considered Angie. “So you know how to pitch?”

“I’m sure I’m not very good anymore.”

“Never mind that. Just show up with Robin. We can use a back up pitcher.”

When Heather left the table, Angie grabbed Robin’s hand. “Hey … I’m going to feel awful if I can’t pitch well.”

Robin grinned at her mischievously. “You’ll do fine, I’m sure.”

“I’m scared to death. Heather looks mean and if I let her down I think she’ll make my life miserable.”

“Oh Heather is okay. Sally is the total bitch. I can’t stand her at all.” Robin stood up and nodded towards the clock. “Come on we have to get back to class.”

Late that afternoon, Angie stood at the pitcher’s mound. Staring at Robin who was crouched behind the plate. Heather stood to the side intently watching every move Angie made. There was a lot of grumbling from Sally and her friends, but Heather told them to shut up.

Angie cleared her throat, kicked the dirt and pitched the ball. It was way too high and went sailing over Robin’s head. Sally burst out laughing. Heather walked over to Angie. “Calm down. I know you can do this.”

“Thanks.” Angie gratefully smiled at Heather. Nervously she wiped the sweat off of her forehead.

The next pitch was much better and by the time Angie had thrown ten pitches she was throwing the ball with deadly accuracy. Robin stood up and cheered. Heather looked very pleased. The girls practiced for another hour and then called it quits. Heather called the team together for a little speech. “Okay we have a game against the Ravens on Friday. Everyone please be on time.”

Mrs. Dane their coach strolled onto the field. She didn’t care for softball; she preferred to teach the dance class. For the most part she let Heather run the team. “Girls I know you will try your best. Now who wants to sign up for my tap class?”

Sally yelled out. “Who’s pitching on Friday?”

Mrs. Dane looked surprised. “Why you are of course!”

Sally sneered at Angie and stalked off to the locker room with her friends. Heather pulled their coach to the side and had a long talk with her. Then she motioned for Robin and Angie to join them.

“This is Angie. She can pitch circles around Sally and I want to use her on Friday.”

“Oh dear … well Sally can pitch first and then maybe Angie can throw a few pitches too.”

“You don’t understand!” Heather said angrily. “I want Angie to pitch not Sally!”

Mrs. Dane had already lost interest in the discussion. “Oh what does it matter? The Ravens will beat us anyway. I don’t want Sally’s feelings hurt, so let her pitch.”
Then she too left the field.

Heather was furious. “With an attitude like that we will lose.” The girls gathered up all the bats and balls and then they sat in the stands. “I don’t like losing so I hope you will give me your best effort.”

“Of course, but it doesn’t sound like I’m going to play.” Angie replied calmly.

“Let me worry about that.”


Friday afternoon the air was crisp and clear. Angie sat on the bench and stared at the scoreboard. The Ravens were ahead by three runs. Sally had just walked another player and the girls were all grumbling. Mrs. Dane ignored them and cheered Sally on. Finally the inning was over. Heather again begged her coach to let Angie pitch. But to no avail. It was Sally’s turn to bat; she bunted the ball and took off for first base. For some reason she tripped on the bag and fell hard. Mrs. Dane took a look at her knee; it was cut and bleeding profusely. She had no choice; Sally was pulled out of the game. For the first time that afternoon Heather felt a glimmer of hope shine through.

Angie stood on the mound, sweating. Now it was up to her. Robin came over and gave her a hug. “Don’t be nervous.” She whispered into Angie’s ear. Then she went over to home plate and crouched down. The next batter was a huge girl, she swung the bat confidently. Angie cleared her throat and threw the ball.

“Strike!” The umpire bellowed loudly.

And so it went. The other team couldn’t hit many of Angie’s pitches. The hometown crowd went wild. After a long hard fought game, the Cougar’s beat the Raven’s 6 to 5. Heather ran over to Angie and picked her up and twirled her around. “Thank you! We couldn’t have done this without you!” She was beaming proudly.

“Oh come on … you hit three home runs so I think you won the game.”

Heather and Robin stayed to talk to Mrs. Dane. Then they walked towards the school building. The sound of raised voices greeted Heather as she went down the concrete steps into the women’s locker room. They had just beaten their arch-rivals the Ravens in a very emotional and hard fought softball game. The girls were all very excited. The showers were going full blast and the locker room was hot and humid. Then Heather noticed a few of the girls had Angie backed up into a corner. She stood alone, her fists cocked, defiantly facing them.

Sally yelled. “I saw you staring at us! You were watching us get undressed!”

Angie looked Sally right in the eye. “I wasn’t watching you or your friends. So why don’t you just shut up?”

Sally was not a reasonable person. She was a bully who enjoyed fighting smaller, weaker girls. Today she had chosen Angie to be her target. Sally looked to her friends for support. “We should throw this queer out of our locker room!”

Heather had heard enough and pushed into the circle. “Leave her alone Sally!”

“Butt out Heather! This has nothing to do with you.”

The rest of the girls moved nervously away. Heather was their team captain and they sure weren’t going to fight her.

“Sally these benches are so close together, it’s impossible for us not to see each other undressed. But that doesn’t mean Angie was staring at you or anyone else. So just back off!”

Angie moved forward. “Look I appreciate what you are trying to do. But I don’t need you to fight my battles.”

Sally laughed loudly. “Yeah, just because you are the team captain doesn’t mean you can push us around.”

Heather stood between the girls; being tall was an advantage. “No one is fighting in here.” Sally cursed loudly, but she did walk away. Heather turned and looked at Angie. “What was that all about?”

“You just made things worse by sticking up for me. Now they will be talking about you too!”

Heather grinned. “They already do, and I don’t care what they say. Besides Sally is full of shit. She won’t do anything unless she has her little gang with her. Just don’t let her catch you alone.”

“Yeah…well…thanks again.” Angie walked over to her locker and grabbed her gym bag.

The next day Angie was sitting in the stands staring at the softball field. Her mind was in a turmoil. Angie’s heart melted when Heather stood up to Sally. It was hard having a crush on another girl, there was no one she could talk to about it. It wasn’t fair, the other girls could moan and groan about their boyfriends but Angie felt shut out of their lives. She just wasn’t ready to stand up and say I’m a lesbian. Her parents would have a fit!

Robin came over and sat down next to her. “You know all the girls are talking.”

“Yeah … so …”

“Are you really gay?”

“Does it matter?”

“I guess not, but I don’t want people to think I’m gay. And they will if I keep hanging around you.”

“That’s just stupid!” Angie stated angrily. “Why do you care what other people think anyway?”

“Sorry Angie, but my reputation is important to me.”

“You hang around Heather.”

“That’s different. She’s not really my friend, we just play on the same team.”

“Do you know if she has a girlfriend?”

Robin laughed. “Heather doesn’t care about anyone. Once softball season ends you won’t even exist to her.”

“I don’t believe you!”

Robin gave her a feeble smile and walked away.

Angie started to cry. Tears kept streaming down her cheeks despite her numerous attempts to stop them. She could hear some of the other girls laughing at her. Heather came over and flopped down on the bleacher next to her.

“Stop crying! It makes me nervous.”

“What do know about being lonely? You have lived here your whole life and have lots of friends.”

“I’m more alone than you think.”

Angie sniffed. “I don’t believe you.”

“Yeah, well its true. So are you going to tell me why you were staring at those other girls?”

“No!”

Heather smiled mischievously. “I guess you like one of them?”

“Sally is full of shit!” Angie protested loudly. “I would never be interested in her or her ugly friends.”

“You know just because someone isn’t good looking doesn’t make them a bad person. Look at me. I could never win a beauty contest.”

“You’re beautiful on the inside.”

“No, I’m not!” Heather stated firmly. “I’m selfish, and I have my days where I’m a total bitch.”

“Is what Robin said true?”

“What did she say?”

“That you only like me because I can play softball. That once the season is over you won’t even talk to me.”

Heather stood up abruptly. “Lets talk about this later. I really have to get going.”

Angie nodded her head and watched Heather walk away. She didn’t wave or even look back as she left the field. Angie stood up and stretched. It was time she headed home too. Her parents would be wondering about her.

A few weeks later Angie was sitting in English class when she started to have awful cramps. She cursed softly; it was that time of the month. Angie had to ask for a bathroom pass, teachers made it so embarrassing to go to the bathroom. You had to stand in front of the whole class and beg to go. It was humiliating. The bathroom was empty, her footsteps echoed on the tile floor. When she locked her stall, Angie heard some other girls enter the bathroom.

“Oh Angie…”

Angie recognized Sally’s voice. “What do you want?”

“It’s time you found out who is the boss around here.”

“Sally just go away.”

“Not this time.”

Sally and her friends kicked the stall door until it burst open. The girls ganged up on Angie and threw her onto the cold tile floor. Angie looked up at Sally who had a pair of scissors in her hand. Sally sneered at her. “I’m going to teach you a lesson bitch!”

Angie screamed as loud as she could but it was no use. The girls took turns with the scissors and cut Angie’s beautiful jet-black hair off. By the time they were finished Angie had a very short uneven haircut. Her ear was bleeding from where they nicked her with the scissors. Sally leaned over and whispered into her ear. “You tell anyone we did this and the next time will be worse.” Sally and her friends left the bathroom laughing loudly.

Angie stared at her hair strewn across the tile floor. Helplessly she cried out. God she hated living here! Once again the door swung open, but this time it was Heather. She helped Angie to her feet.

“What happened?” Heather was furious.

Angie sniffed. “Nothing! Just leave me alone!”

“Don’t give me that shit! I saw Sally and her friends leave just a minute ago.”

Angie started crying again. She couldn’t stop the torrent of tears. Heather wrapped her arms tightly around Angie and just let her cry. She whispered words of comfort into Angie’s ear. And when Angie’s body stopped shaking, Heather leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

“Shhh … it’s going to be alright.” Heather kissed the tears off of Angie’s cheeks.

Angie sobbed. “What am I going to do?”


“Well the first thing we are going to do is get you a hat or scarf. Then we’re going to get the hell out of here.”

“I can’t walk out in the hall looking like this!” Angie screamed hysterically.

“Calm down … will you?” Heather nodded towards the stalls. “Lock yourself in a stall and I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

It wasn’t long before the girls were running across the parking lot. Heather opened the passenger door on her blue Honda Civic. “Come on get in.”

Angie felt safe with Heather. She really didn’t care where they were going. Heather glanced over at Angie. Even with the cap her hair still looked awful. She decided to take Angie to a beauty salon where her friend Evelyn worked. Evelyn was 24 and she liked to wear short, skintight skirts and her blouses showed lots of cleavage. Her hair was red and curled wildly down past her shoulders. She had shared a few intimate moments with Heather but Evelyn considered herself bisexual and wouldn’t commit herself to one woman.

“Oh my God!” Evelyn was shocked when she saw Angie’s hair. “What on earth happened to you?”

“Never mind that Evie … can you fix it?” Heather pleaded with her.

“I’m not a miracle worker you know.”

For the next thirty minutes Evelyn snipped and clipped and tried her best to even out Angie’s hair. When she was done, Angie looked almost normal. Except her hair was extremely short. She looked at herself in the mirror. “My mother is going to freak out!”

“Well she would have fainted if she had seen you before I fixed your hair!” Evelyn said haughtily.

“Oh … I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.” Angie apologized hastily. “You really did save me. Thank you so much!” She hugged Evelyn.

Heather laughed. Evelyn relented. The girls sat down and drank a cup of coffee together. Heather filled Evelyn in on that afternoons events. “I’m going to kill Sally!” Heather stated matter of factly.

Angie protested. “This is my fight. I keep telling you that!”

“Sally won’t fight fair.” Heather paced around the room. “Look … I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

Evelyn sat to the side and watched the interaction between the girls. It wasn’t often that Heather let her vulnerable side show. A streak of jealousy ran through Evelyn’s heart; it was obvious that Heather had strong feelings for Angie. Evelyn blinked back her tears of disappointment and started straightening the beauty magazines. Her hands were shaking, it hurt far worse than she supposed. Evelyn knew now that she would never get Heather back into her bed.

It was time for Angie to head home. And sure enough her parents had a fit over her new haircut. Angie explained it was sort of an initiation for the softball team. Her father threatened to call the coach and cuss her out. But Angie managed to cool their anger and explained that it was over now and her hair would grow back. Her mother moaned that she looked like a boy.

That night Angie tossed and turned in bed. Thoughts of Sally invaded her mind. Even though Angie didn’t like to admit it, she had been scared. Then she thought about Heather kissing her. Angie nuzzled her pillow and held it close to her body. Angie dreamed about making love to Heather while she pleasured herself. It was a great way to release her pent up feelings.

Early the next morning Heather waited in the school parking lot for Sally. As soon as Sally’s truck drove into the lot, Heather sprang into action. When Sally opened her door she found herself being pulled out and thrown to the ground. Heather flipped her over and then sat on Sally’s back. She pulled a bottle of green ink out of her pocket and poured it liberally on Sally’s blonde hair. Then she got up and poured the ink on Sally’s backpack and on the front seats of her truck.

“This is a little payback for what you did to Angie.” Heather stated calmly.

“It was just a joke.” Sobbed Sally.

“Well now the jokes on you.” Heather looked Sally in the eye. “I’m warning you one last time. Leave Angie alone!”

She left Sally crying in the dirt lot. Heather went into the gym locker room and took a shower. Then she put the old sweatshirt and jeans she had been wearing into a plastic bag and threw them away. Heather had had the foresight to bring a fresh set of clothes for school. The bell rang and she just managed to make to class on time. She sat innocently in her chair while the teacher called role. Sally never showed up for role call. Her friends mumbled among themselves wondering where she was.

Angie had been dreading going to school that morning. Even though she wore a baseball cap, Angie knew Sally and her friends were going to tease her about her short haircut. But for some reason Sally’s friends avoided her and actually walked away when they saw Angie. Sally was nowhere to be found. It wasn’t until she met up with Heather at lunch that Angie found out what had happened. They walked over to Heather’s car and got in to talk.

“You did what?” Angie was stunned.

“I poured some green ink on her.” Heather stated calmly.

“She’s going to kill me now!”

“No … she won’t.”

Angie started laughing. “I would have loved to seen you do that!”

“Well, I’ll probably get in trouble but it was worth it.”

“If anything happens to you, I’m going to the principal and telling him the whole story.”

Heather leaned over and hugged her. “No …No matter what happens I want you to promise me that you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

“But why?”

“Never mind. Just don’t say anything!”

Angie felt so safe with Heather’s arms wrapped around her. She lay her head against Heather’s chest and enjoyed the warmth of her body. “You know I’d do anything for you.”

The school bell rang. Heather gently pushed Angie away. “We can talk about this later. But you have to promise me you won’t say anything to anyone!”

“I promise.” Angie stated seriously.

The next day Sally was back in school. She didn’t say a word to Angie. But every time Angie looked in her direction, Sally was staring at her with hate filled eyes. It made her very uncomfortable. Angie forced herself to walk over to Sally.

“We need to talk.”

“Fuck off bitch!” Sally snarled at her.

“If you want to fight me so bad, lets meet after school.”

“So you and Heather can kick my ass? I don’t think so!”

“If you leave your friends out of it, I won’t bring Heather.”

Sally glared at her. “You think you’re so hot … being the new girl and all. You took away my pitching position and treated me like shit. And now you think I’m stupid enough to meet you without my friends? No way bitch!”

“You started this fight Sally. Not me. And every team needs more than one pitcher so you have no reason to be mad about that.”

“Just leave me the fuck alone!” Sally stalked off angrily.

Angie walked over to Heather’s car and waited for her. The girls threw their backpacks into the backseat of the car and drove towards the park. Heather pulled into the parking lot and turned her car off. She leaned back in the seat and looked over at Angie.

“You know sometimes I just want to take off. Just get out of here and I don’t care where I go.”

“Are you serious? Just leave? What about your family?”

“My mom is dead. My dad is a doctor and works over at the VA hospital. He’s not home much and when he is all we do is fight.”

“I guess he’s not happy that you are gay?”

Heather laughed. “That’s putting it mildly! He tells people his daughter is a linebacker and his son is a fairy.”

“That’s awful! What is your brother like? Can you talk to him about stuff?”

“My brother’s name is Paul and he is a very gifted pianist. My mom taught him how to play the piano but my dad just made fun of him. Paul ran away two years ago and lives in New York now.”

“So is that where you want to go … New York?”

“No. My dream is to go to California.”

The girls got out of the car and walked down the path by the river. They took turns throwing rocks into the water. Heather felt at peace with Angie, it was like they were soul mates. And that was unusual because Heather didn’t trust too many people. Angie just enjoyed spending time with Heather. She too sensed the closeness between them and didn’t question it. Heather sat down on a grassy bank and pulled Angie down to sit beside her.

She stared at Angie. “Do your parents know you like girls?”

Angie mumbled. “No.”

“They must have their suspicions.”

“We don’t talk about sex in my family. I honestly think they don’t want to know.”

“Don’t they ask you about boys and why you aren’t going out?”

“I think they are relieved I’m not dating anyone.”

“Oh.”

The girls sat for a while staring at the water and watching the clouds float by. The silence didn’t bother them. They just wanted to be near each other. Each girl was lonely and found comfort in each other’s presence. The sun was starting to set; the air had a definite chill to it.

“I hate to say it but I’d better take you home.”

“Just a little bit longer? Please?” Angie pleaded.

“Look … you’re parents aren’t going to be thrilled with you hanging around me. If I get you home late you’ll get grounded.”

“One of these days I’m going to be free!” Angie stated emphatically. “I’m so sick of people telling me what to do, what to wear, and how I should think.”

Heather smiled sympathetically at her friend. “I keep telling you, we ought to move to California.”

“But I want to go to college.”

“They have colleges in California you idiot!”

“We have no money! I don’t want to live in a dump and work at some job I hate.”

“I’m not saying it will be easy but if you really want your freedom, you have to be willing to take some risks.”

Angie stood up and brushed the dead grass off of her pants. “I guess I’m just not ready for such a big step. As much as I hate to admit it, I need my parents help to me get through school.”

Heather dropped Angie off at the guard gate in front of Fort Leavenworth. Angie had a two-mile walk home. She enjoyed the solitude while she strolled along the tree-lined streets. A car horn honked and she looked up and recognized Robin’s mom. Angie waved and the car pulled over.

“Sweetie, do you want a ride home?”

“No. I’m okay. But thanks for the offer.”

Mrs. Harper hesitated. “I miss you. Oh I know you girls are busy but you really should drop by more often.”

“Umm … sure. Tell Robin I said hi.” Angie turned and walked as fast as she could down the street. She felt uncomfortable around Robin’s mom. Angie had no idea how much Robin had told her. And she sure didn’t want Mrs. Harper talking to her mom. Oh God! The idea just sickened her.

Dinner that night was a quiet affair. Angie’s father was wrapped up in his job and not much interested in his daughter’s problems. As far as he was concerned kids today had it made and shouldn’t have any problems. He ate quickly and then left the table. Mrs. Collins looked at her daughter. “I got a call from Robin’s mother today. It seems that the girls are having a slumber party this weekend and she would like you to attend.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Why not?”

“Because I already made plans with Heather.” Angie explained.

“Robin is nice and has lots of friends. You need to expand your social circle.”

“I told you I’m busy.”

Mrs. Collins threw her napkin on the table. “Okay, lets get to the real point of this conversation. I don’t want Heather to monopolize all your time. I don’t think she is the best influence on you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She looks and acts like a boy! You know how people talk.”

“Mother!”

“Oh I’m not saying anything you haven’t heard before. I know why Robin doesn’t like Heather. And I think you need a better class of friends.”

Angie was furious and her anger gave her some much-needed courage. “You want to know the truth? You’re right Heather is a lesbian! And mother, I’m one too!”

Mrs. Collins turned white and looked like she was about to faint. “No you’re not! I didn’t raise you that way.”

“It has nothing to do with the way I was raised. It has to do with what I am on the inside. My heart is 100% lesbian!”


Colonel Collins came back into the room when he heard all the shouting. His wife was in tears and sobbed hysterically against her husband’s chest. He held her closely and looked sternly at his daughter. “Now what have you done to get your mother so upset?”

“I told her the truth! I’m a lesbian.”

Angie’s father gave her a look of total disgust. “Get up to your room! NOW!”

She paced around her bedroom. Angie was so keyed up; her emotions were at the boiling point. Taking some deep breaths she forced herself to calm down. Then she called Heather.

“I came out to my parents.”

“Oh shit! How did they take it?”

“How do you think they took it? I’ve never seen them so mad at me.”

“I’m sorry …”

“Are you serious about going to California?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m going with you. How soon can we leave?”

Heather laughed. “Now calm down. I’m not going anywhere until graduation. We need to make some plans and save some money.”

Angie whined. “I want to leave tonight.”

“I know. I know.” Heather spoke to her friend in a soothing voice. “But hang in there for a little longer.”

“I hate it here! Lets go someplace where we can really be together. I want to be your girlfriend. I want us to make love.”

“Mmmm … now that sounds nice.”

A sharp knock sounded on the door and then Angie’s father walked into her room. “Hang up the phone.” He commanded.

Angie complied and sat on her bed waiting for her punishment. Her father paced around the room obviously ill at ease. Finally he stood in the middle of the room and faced his daughter.

“Okay, until you come to your senses there will be no more softball. Heather is not welcome in this house. You will not call her. You are not a prisoner, you can go out on dates as long as you’re with an acceptable young man. That’s all I’m going to say about this matter.”

“You can’t change what I am by forcing me to date guys.”

“As long as you’re in this house you will live by my rules. I will NOT allow you to ruin your life.”

Her father left, slamming the door on his way out. Angie grabbed her pillow and cried. Her heart ached with pain. Why couldn’t she have been born into a family with understanding parents?


Two weeks later Robin dropped by Angie’s house. Mrs. Collins beamed with delight. It was about time Angie starting socializing with normal girls. They went out on the front porch to talk.

Robin whispered softly. “Heather is driving me crazy. She wants to know when you are coming back to the team.”

“I told her that I can’t play softball anymore.”

“You know we need you.”

“Sorry but there’s nothing I can do.”

“How about if I talk to your parents?”

Angie stared at Robin suspiciously. “I thought you didn’t want to hang around me anymore. What will people say?”

Robin turned red with embarrassment. “I acted like an idiot and I’m sorry. I don’t know if you can ever forgive me but I would like us to be friends again.”

“I never stopped being your friend.”

“I know … so are you going to forgive me or not?”

Angie stood up and hugged Robin. Just then her mother came with a pitcher of lemonade for the girls. She looked at them in shock. “Oh God! Not you too Robin?”

“Relax Mom!” Angie laughed. “Robin and I are friends … nothing more.”

Her mother collapsed into the nearest chair. “Well, I admit I’m paranoid about this gay business. You just can’t tell anymore.”

Robin walked over to Mrs. Collins and soon they were both engrossed in a deep conversation. After thirty minutes Angie got bored and went into the kitchen to get some chips. Mrs. Collins invited Robin to stay for dinner. Angie’s father was out of town so it was just the girls. They had salmon with dill and lemon. Sugar snap peas and pasta with vinaigrette dressing. Mrs. Collins drank wine while the girls had their lemonade. Robin had a way of charming adults. Angie grinned and just took it in. Her mother agreed with everything Robin said. Nodding her head vigorously when Robin explained how much the team needed Angie and that she hoped Angie would be back to pitch.

Mrs. Collins took a sip of her wine. “I think Angie’s father will agree to let her play softball. But there are some conditions that have to be met.”

Angie moaned. “Oh Mom!”

“I’m serious young lady.” Her mother replied sternly. “You must stay away from Heather! And Robin I’m holding you responsible for keeping them apart.”

“I think you have the wrong idea Mrs. Collins.” Robin said earnestly. “Heather doesn’t care that much about Angie. Not on a personal level anyway. She only cares about winning and Angie can help us win.”

Angie stood up and began to clear the table. She was very upset. Angrily she brushed away the tears that started to form in her eyes. Robin grabbed a few plates and helped her clear the table. She leaned over and whispered in Angie’s ear. “Don’t worry, Heather still loves you.” Angie smiled gratefully at Robin. Her emotions were in an uproar. She had a hard time dealing with all highs and lows of being in love. But having a good friend like Robin sure helped. Angie didn’t like lying to her parents. That’s why she had told them the truth about being a lesbian. But parents don’t want to hear the truth. They have these preset ideas about what their children should be like. And they don’t like it when their children have other ideas on how their life should be lived.

Friday afternoon Robin and Angie walked out to the softball field. Most of the team greeted Angie, they were happy to have her back. Heather didn’t say a word; she kept practice running at a quick pace. Angie got on the mound and started throwing pitches to Robin. Then it was time for batting practice. It was hard for Angie to concentrate. She kept watching Heather, hoping for a chance to talk to her. Robin walked over and handed her another bat. “Here try this one.”

Angie complained. “Heather hasn’t said one word to me.”

Robin nodded towards the bleachers. “It’s simple. You’re being watched.”

It was true. Mrs. Dane, who had never come to the girl’s practice sessions before, was sitting in the bleachers. Angie knew now that if she attempted to speak with Heather it would be reported to her parents. She fumed inside. But what could she do? After practice Angie and Robin helped pick up bats and balls and put them away. Once Heather and Angie reached for the same bat. Heather slid her hand over Angie’s, giving it a slight squeeze. “We’ll get through this.” She mumbled softly. Then she walked away leaving Angie feeling lonelier than ever.

Robin was driving her mom’s SUV, she honked the horn and Angie climbed in. “Hey lets go and get a burger or something.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“Well, I am and since you’re riding with me you have to come too.”

“All right.”


Robin took her to the local burger place and ordered hamburgers and chocolate milkshakes. Then she drove over to the park. Angie was uncomfortable; the park reminded her of Heather. They sat on one of the many park benches and ate their burgers. Robin was uncharacteristically quiet. Angie felt a tap on her shoulder and when she looked up Heather was standing there. Robin grinned at them. “I’ll go wait in the car.”

Heather motioned for Angie to follow her. She led Angie down a path into the woods. As soon as they were out of sight of the parking lot, Heather reached over and grabbed Angie. She slid her arms around Angie’s waist, squeezing her tightly. “I sure have missed you.” She growled softly. Heather kissed Angie forcefully. Their tongues met and Angie moaned with delight. Angie had no idea how long they stood there making out. She didn’t care about anything but this moment. Vaguely in the background she heard a car horn honking.

Heather broke their embrace. “That fucking Robin!” Then she grinned. “Well it wouldn’t be right for you to get in trouble on your first day of freedom.” She leaned over and gave Angie a quick sweet kiss. “Go on get out of here!”

“Heather, I love you.” Angie said with heart-felt emotion.

Back at the parking lot Robin waited impatiently for Angie. Finally she saw her coming down the path from the woods. Angie was crying.

“What’s wrong?”

“I wish I didn’t have to sneak around!”

“Your parents are never going to accept Heather. You just have to deal with it.”

And so it went for the next few weeks, Angie met Heather for brief moments and stolen kisses. She was falling deeper and deeper in love with Heather. One afternoon Angie stayed after school to help Robin with the yearbook layout. Robin belonged to almost every club in school. When they were finished the girls went outside to watch for Robin’s mom. She was picking them up.

Robin nudged her friend. “Hey! Isn’t that Heather?”

Angie looked over to where Robin was pointing. Heather was leaning against the brick wall of the school building and talking to a young, pretty girl wearing tight black jeans and a pink T-shirt. Angie was instantly jealous. “Who is that girl?”

“I don’t know.” Robin said thoughtfully. “I don’t think she goes to school here. Never seen her before.”

“Would it look stupid if I walked over there and said hello?”

“We don’t have time for that. Look there’s my mom, she’s waving to us.”

“You go on without me. Just tell your mom that I already have a ride home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, go on.”

Angie walked over to the girls and smiled. “Hi Heather.”

Heather gave her a quick hug. “This is my cousin Roxanne. But we all call her Rocky.”

“HI Rocky.”

“Hey.” The girl nodded to Angie.

“Rocky is visiting for a week. So I decided to show her the school and stuff around town.”

“Oh.” Angie said in a soft voice. “I guess that means you will be pretty busy.”

Heather grinned at her. “Do you want to go for a ride?”

“Sure.”

The girls piled into Heather’s car and took off down the road. They drove around for about 30 minutes. Angie began to get concerned. She didn’t want to be too late getting home. Heather nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’ll drop you off at the guard gate.” Heather parked the car then leaned over and gave Angie a deep French kiss right in front of Rocky. Angie blushed but she sure enjoyed the moment.

A black truck was stopped at the red light. A very interested passenger watched Angie climb out of Heather’s car. It was Sally. Mrs. Dane had told her that Angie was strictly forbidden to see Heather on a personal basis. Several wicked thoughts crossed Sally’s mind. It was time for her to get revenge on both girls. She pulled out her cell phone and immediately called Mrs. Dane.

Angie didn’t have a chance. By the time she walked home, her mother had already received the news. The screen door squeaked loudly as Angie entered her house. Mrs. Collins was on the phone and she stared at her daughter with a look of disgust.

“Hi Mom.” Angie mumbled. She froze, unable to move knowing that something was wrong.

Mrs. Collins dropped the phone and slapped Angie hard across the face. Then she screamed that Angie would never be allowed to leave the house again. The pain from the slap didn’t hurt as much as her mother’s obvious hatred. Her mother’s face was beet red and her screaming just got louder and louder. Angie tuned out all the hateful words. But it was clear this time there would be no forgiveness. She ran up to her room and slammed the door shut.

When her father came home that night Angie fully expected to get beaten. But he merely stated. “You have betrayed our trust and now its time you learned the consequences of your actions.” Angie was told that she would be sent to live with her Aunt in Oregon. She would finish high school there and also attend the local community college. Her father firmly declared that if Angie wanted to go any further in college then she would have to get a job and pay for it. Angie moaned with disbelief. Her Aunt Sara was totally nuts. She had never married, was very religious and constantly watched these crazy preachers on TV who screamed about the evils of sin. Living with her Aunt Sara was worse than going to jail. Her father nailed her bedroom window shut, unplugged her phone and took it with him. Then he installed a lock on the outside of Angie’s door. She heard the sharp click as her father slid the bolt shut. Angie was a prisoner.

Angie paced around her room feeling like a caged animal. Tears of bitter frustration flowed down her cheeks. Parents were supposed to love you, support you and listen to you. Why should it matter if she loved a girl instead of a boy? Her own mother called her a sick degenerate. Angie felt awful about hurting her parents, but couldn’t they see that being gay wasn’t a bad thing. No … instead they had this what will the neighbors think attitude. Like it was any of their business who Angie loved. Angie stopped short and looked up at the ceiling. There was a small box shaped sort of door with an iron ring attached to it. Angie knew if she pulled on that iron ring, the door would open and lead her to the attic. She shoved her bed over to the opening and then stood on the headboard. She could barely reach the ring, but thanks to her athletic ability it wasn’t long before Angie managed to climb into the attic. It was dark, dusty and full of cobwebs. Carefully and quietly Angie crawled over to an attic window. The window squeaked noisily as she opened it. Angie held her breath; afraid her parents would discover her at any moment. Angie climbed out onto the roof, and then walked over to the oak tree whose branch’s conveniently offered her a way to the ground.

Once Angie climbed down the oak tree, she fled into the darkness towards Robin’s house. Her heart pounded rapidly. She was frightened and excited at the same time. Angie had never so boldly defied her parents before. But damn she didn’t deserve to be beaten and locked up just because she was gay. Angie tossed pebbles at Robin’s bedroom window until finally the light was turned on.

Robin leaned out the window. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I need your help.” Angie begged desperately.

“Do you have any idea what time it is?”

“Please … Robin … my parents are going to send me away because of Heather.”

“Oh shit!” Reluctantly Robin came downstairs and opened the back door. The girls went into the kitchen and Robin opened a bottle of soda. Quickly Angie filled her in the day’s events. Robin agreed to drive Angie over to Heather’s house.

“You’re just lucky my mom is out on a date. Otherwise she would never let me borrow the car.” Robin grabbed her jacket and the car keys. “Come on, let’s go.”

There wasn’t much traffic on the roads. Robin gave Angie a lecture as she drove. “You know this is stupid. Your parents are going to find you and then things are just going to get worse.”

“How can they get worse? They are sending me away. I have to see Heather and tell her good-bye at least.”

Angie borrowed Robin’s cell phone and called Heather. She was sound asleep but quickly became alert as she listened to Angie’s story. Heather agreed that the girls should come to her house.

“I’ll meet you out front. But be quiet. If my dad wakes up, he will call your parents.”

Robin drove slowly down the street. She spotted Heather’s house and then pulled over. Robin leaned over and gave Angie a quick hug. “I wish you luck my friend.”

“Thank you.” Said Angie gratefully. She got out of the car and Robin drove off. Heather was standing by the mailbox. Angie burst out crying. She couldn’t help it. Her emotions were in turmoil.

Heather had a flashlight in her hand and she motioned Angie to follow her. They went into the backyard. At the end of the lot there was a huge mulberry tree with a tree house built high in the branches. “My brother and his friends built this years ago. It was their clubhouse and they wouldn’t let me in. I was never so mad at my brother.” Heather got a ladder out of the garage and put it up against the tree trunk. The girls climbed up and went into the tree house.

There was a sleeping bag rolled up against the wall. “Sometimes I come up here to sleep.” Heather explained. She unzipped the bag and laid it down on the rough wood floor. “Come on … we don’t have much time.”

The girls quickly stripped their clothes off. Heather kissed Angie hard on the lips. Her tongue entwined with Angie’s. Moaning with desire Heather squeezed Angie’s soft breasts. Angie let her hands roam all over Heather’s body. She enjoyed the feel and texture of her skin. Angie had fooled around a little with boys but never actually had sex with them. This was her first experience with a girl. Her mouth found Heather’s nipple and she sucked hard. It felt so natural to make love to Heather.

“Oh Angie …” Heather moaned loudly.

She slid her hand between Angie’s legs and stroked her wet pussy. Angie spread her legs wide open and Heather leaned over and pushed her tongue deep into Angie’s vagina. Angie’s whole body shook, and she locked her legs around Heather’s head. Having her pussy eaten was the most wonderful feeling in the world. Her orgasm was so strong it rocked her young body. She came immediately and screamed out loud. “Heather I love you!”

Heather kissed her deeply on the mouth. Angie could taste her own juices. It was incredibly sexy. Heather pleaded. “Can you do the same to me? I want to feel your mouth on my pussy.”

Angie dove in, eager to make Heather come. It was her first taste of a woman and she loved it. Her tongue tickled and stroked Heather’s clit. When she slid her tongue into Heather’s warm, wet vagina, her friend exploded. Frantically rubbing her pussy against Angie’s face. “Oh … Oh… Oh … God!!! Heather screamed.

They made love all night. Only briefly stopping for a breather now and then. Dawn came and lit up the small room. The girls lay with their arms and legs entwined; refusing to admit their night of passion was over. Suddenly they could hear footsteps crunching across the dry grass and leaves on the lawn. Heather’s father called out.
“Girls get your asses down here now!” His voice was cold and commanding.

They got dressed quickly and climbed down. Ready to face whatever punishment was coming. Heather kissed Angie right in front of her father. She whispered into Angie’s ear. “No matter what happens, they can never take this moment away from us.” Heather’s father ordered her into the house. Then he took Angie by the arm and they walked over to his car.

“Get in.” He glared at Angie. “Your parents are worried sick. You girls don’t think of anyone but yourselves.” He started the car and drove quickly towards Angie’s house.

Angie sat in the car and stared out the window. Dreading facing her parents again. “I’m in love with your daughter. Is that such a crime?”

“Yes it is. You girls want to ruin your futures and we are just not going to let that happen. You’ll get over this puppy love stage and go on to have normal lives.”

Heather watched the car drive off. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She pressed her face against the window and screamed at the injustice of it all. Heather wanted to leave home and live with people who didn’t care about who she loved. She wanted to be with people who only cared if she was happy. Her father drove her brother away by accusing him of being a fag. Which wasn’t true. Now he couldn’t cope with his daughter being a lesbian. Heather swore that somehow she would find a way to keep in touch with Angie. But Heather couldn’t know that this was the last time she would ever see Angie.

Two years later….

Heather was now living in LA. She sat in a local coffee house talking to her friend Fiona Stewart. Fiona was a part time actress and a full time waitress. Heather worked at a lesbian bar at night. During the day she was a dog walker. Actually walking dogs provided her with a great income. People are always very generous when it comes to their dogs.

Fiona was listening to Heather’s story with much anticipation. She said eagerly. “Don’t stop now … tell me did you ever hear from Angie again?”

Tears sprang to Heather’s eyes. She moaned. Her voice was full of grief. “No. The next day they fished Angie’s body out of the river. They said she jumped from the bridge, but I don’t believe that.”

“Oh my God!” Fiona screamed out loud. “That’s awful! So what happened?”

“I don’t know … but Angie was afraid of the water. She didn’t even know how to swim.” Heather slammed her fist onto the table. Shaking the coffee cups. “If Angie had gotten free of her parents she would have come to me. Not jumped off a bridge.”

“Are you saying someone killed her?”

“I wish I knew.” Heather started to cry. “The cops weren’t concerned about a gay kid dying. They couldn’t wait to rule it a suicide.”

“OH …” Fiona sat in stunned silence.

Heather unfastened a few buttons on her shirt, and showed Fiona that she had a red heart and Angie’s name tattooed on her breast. This way she really could keep Angie with her forever. No one could separate them now. Angie lived on in her heart and mind. And even though Heather would go on to have other relationships, she would never forget her time with Angie.

THE END

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