Most are fantasy

Chelsea's standpoint

Autumn and I walked into the diner while she talked about the boys she had encounters with. We walked to the counter. I smiled at Stella who was handling it.

"Good morning, Stel, how was your night?"

"It was amazing," she said, eyeing Autumn lustfully. Stella was into both women and men, mostly women. And with Autumn, there's always an attraction. "And who is this beautiful lady?"

"Lady Autumn Of Milan, Italy," Autumn curtsied playfully.

"You're Italian?" Stella gasped, she's a sucker for Italians.

Autumn chuckled. "Not exactly, studied there. I was born here in America but my maternal grandmother was Italian/Japanese, so technically I'm an American Japanlian," she laughed. Stella laughed at her ridiculous joke.

"Well, it's nice meeting you, I'm Stella Rain, by the way. You don't happen to be interested in women, are you?"

"Sorry, sweetheart, all dicks and no puss," Autumn smirked. I rolled my eyes.

"Fowie," Stella pouted, "but you can still try, I can mak