LGBT Stories

Chapter 1

At the botanical garden, Johanna takes a picture of a
purple orchid growing out of water. From the green stem rising
out of the stream, spiked, purple petals emerge, some reaching
for the sun and others towards the banks. In the centre the
flower is yellow. She knows that if she could see further into
the swamp, the roots would touch the ground. The flower blooms
from soil and water into the sunlight. Johanna wants
desperately to take the rare flower back to her lover but she
believes in the balance of nature and does not want to up-root
either one.

She hates computers but loves what they can do. She sits,
as if in her father’s arms, in the large leather chair in his
study. She uses his computer to magically send two of the
pictures she has taken today to Leslie. The second one was
taken when she arrived home from the garden: a plaid skirt lying
on her bed.

The saleswoman watched her suspiciously as she took the
skirt out of the store, knowing it was much too small for
Johanna. But apparently that was the point.

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His school contained the rich and the poor; people of
different races. He went to a public school where everybody
dressed and spoke differently because individuality was
encouraged - but only up to a point. Despite everybody’s
differences, there was always something that linked them back to
everybody else. But this link did not extend to Sean. He did
not socialize much at school, but at the same time he did not
disrupt class, vandalize school property or start fights in the
hallways. He was quite happy being the way he was - to him, it
was not important to have many - or any - friends.

He was not into sports, so he was not well-liked by the
jocks. He was one of the most beautiful boys in school (this
won him many admiring looks from the female population), so he
was not liked by the lonely. He dressed well and drove an
expensive car, so by the intellectuals of the school he was seen
as “trying to be cool,” but not to an extreme because the “cool”
kids did not like him either. There were countless other groups
in the school, each with their own reasons for not including
him.

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Chapter 1

Ann was a bright girl, she just wasn’t cut out for ridged academics. At least, that’s what her aging parents said about her. She had flunked out of college at 20 during her sophomore year. No school, no job, no dorm to live in after August and Mom and Dad did not want her at home.

She had several applications out for work. In mid-July she finally landed a job working days at the college library. She smiled to herself, “A librarian, just like maid Marion in The Music Man’” she thought. She smiled because Ann was not an innocent country maid. She’d been around and had spent her first two years of college (before flunking out) learning the joys of the hedonistic lifestyle. In high school, Ann had discovered her body. In college she learned to be comfortable with what she had come to understand as a marvelous toy. She enjoyed her physical self and was often willing to allow others to share that joy.

Ann’s first night at the library found her shelving books in the stacks. She didn’t mind, it was work and she soon would have enough cash for a deposit and first month’s rent. She walked around a book case and bumped squarely into “Ugh!” She dropped an arm load of books.

“Wow” thought Peter as they both knelt to pick them up, “she’s got a full set.” He was glancing at her cleavage as they retrieved books.
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His last name was Uribe. Mine was Wallace. Since seating was alphabetical, Arturo and I wound up in the back corner at the desk we shared. I sat on the right side of the seat, close to the wall. Arturo sat on my left.

I hade only begun to think about sex back then, and that with girls. So I really didn’t think much about how Art looked when we first met. But he was a good looking boy. He was thin and fairly tall, at least to me. He had a devilish smile and incredibly thick, black hair with a hairline well down on his temples.

On the other hand, I was a blond, blue-eyed skinny kid, putting all my growth into cock that year and getting my first couple of pubic hairs. I was a little tall for my age and looked a year or two older than I was.
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