Sapphic Voices Romance

Behind The Locked Door

The door was locked but that was not going to stop me; I was on a mission. I had never picked a lock before but I was determined to find out the secret of that room.

It had been over a month ago that I met Laura at "Twisters". It was a rather warm evening for mid-November. She was sitting at the bar, crying over a mug of Amber Ale. She had just caught the current love of her life with a man. "How could she do that to me, and in my own home? She promised me she was done with men when we met over a year ago" she lamented. I responded quickly "Well at least you have a home. My now ex-girlfriend told me she met someone else and she was moving in tomorrow. Now I have a choice to be homeless or listen to them fucking at all hours of the night."

She turned to me; her sapphire blue eyes were red and puffy. But beautiful none the less. She smiled and said, "Hi my name is Laura, would you like to come home with me?" And there you had it the "traditional" Lesbian second date but even before the first one.... Renting the U-haul.

The house is beautiful, old English Tudor style, with a stone front and a big back yard for her yellow lab Jordan to run around in. A huge basement that we stored most of my things. It has 4 bedrooms, hers, mine, ours and then the secret room. She said it was from the past, something she wanted to keep locked away. But every so often when we were not sleeping in the same room, I would hear her get up, unlock the door, go in, re-lock the door and start crying.

After several nights of hearing her cry, I decided to get up and check on her. I stood at the door for what seemed like forever. I knocked quietly, "Laura are you ok?". She replied slowly, "yes please go back to bed, I'll be out in a minute".

Almost an hour passed before she lifted up the covers and snuggled into me. I whispered in her ear "I'm here for you if you want to talk." "No it's something from my past, I don't want it to effect us."

"Laura it is not in your past because it effects you today. Please maybe I can help".

"You can help by making love to me."

I gently kissed her cheek; it tasted salty from her tears.

I pulled her in close to me; the energy between our bodies took over. The touches, kisses all seemed to blend into one intense orgasm as we both came simultaneously. I have never felt such passion or heat with anyone. Our love making continued for hours. Each one of us taking our turns giving and receiving pleasure. She never taste so good, never felt as good as she did this evening.

When I awoke she was already dressed and headed out the door to work. I always hate that she lets me sleep in. Even though I don't have to be at work as early as she does, I do enjoy just watching her get ready in the morning. So feminine to the outside world, you would have never guessed she was a Lesbian. One would think homeroom mom who drives a mini-van. I am glad looks are deceiving. She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "Thanks for being there for me last night. I feel much better today. See you when you get home tonight." "By luv" I say pretending to be half-asleep.

As soon as I heard the door shut. I jumped out of bed to find something to jimmied that door open. My heart pounded in my chest as I hear the click of the lock. My palm was sweating on the doorknob as I turned it. The door itself felt heavy as steel as I slowly opened it to find out what was causing Laura so much pain.

The room was very dark with the curtains drawn in tight. I reached for the light switch. A soft pastel glow took over the room. Painted in pale blue with fluffy white clouds portrayed on the ceiling, stuffed animals placed carefully around the parameter of the room. In the middle stood two blanched oak cribs, with a matching rocker standing at attention between them. A large lump developed in my throat, a small tear in my eye as I glanced upon a hand stitched pillow. In loving memory of Krista and Kyle" Dec 1st 1995 - Dec 12th 1996. My heart sank as I picked up a picture frame from the bookcase. It was Laura and a tall handsome man each holding a beautiful baby. My mind raced, what had happened? She had never even alluded to being married. Only talked of past relationships with womyn.

I turned to leave the room and there stood Laura. Her eyes already welling up with tears. My eyes glanced down unable to meet with hers at this point. "I'm very sorry for invading your privacy, I will pack my things and leave tonight. I was just trying to understand why you hurt so badly. I love you and I wanted to help but felt I couldn't unless I knew the reason for your pain." She started crying, "No please don't leave, everyone I've ever loved has left me. You have helped, by opening that door you have let out the ghosts that haunt me. It always seems to effect me worse this time of year, no one I've been with since it happened has even bothered to notice." I took her in my arms and we wept together.

Later that evening, as we laid entwined on the couch she told me that after a night out with the girls she ended up in bed with her best friend. They had been attracted to each other for years but neither one had the courage to do anything about it. Her husband had been out also, and came home after she did. He caught them together and took off with the kids. As he slammed the door he yelled "you better decide who you want to be with or you will never see me or the kids again". In less than an hour the police were at her door. A drunk driver had run a red light just minutes from their home. All three were pronounced dead on arrival.

"I always thought that when I found the right person, I would have another child. But then last year I was diagnosed with cervical cancer. So now there is no chance of ever having another baby of my own." I thought for a moment, then choosing my words carefully, " Do you still have your ovaries?" She looked at me puzzled. "well yes, but I can't carry a child!" I smiled, "But I can!"


The End!!!

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