All Chapters of The GxG Wet Diary : Chapter 51 - Chapter 58

Three years ago something happened to me that transformed my life in ways I never expected. I often wish it had come to me when I was far younger. I was sixty-eight then, a widow for twelve full years. In all that time I had not known any meaningful relationships, and none at all that were physical. My name is Victoria. I lived alone in my house, and while many would assume such a life must be lonely and unsatisfying, I drew real contentment from my work and from the monthly visits my family paid me. I earned my living as a tourist guide in the city.The role kept me busy for about twenty hours each week leading groups on tours, with the hours changing according to the season. I also spent one day in the office handling arrangements and paperwork. Around thirty people worked there in total. Since I spent so much time in front of the public, I always paid careful attention to how I looked. I believed I had aged gracefully, and I took quiet pride in dressing well and presenting myself

I drove the red convertible along the highway through the woods with Sandy beside me on that warm mid-August afternoon and I already had something special planned for her.At twenty-six I still liked looking younger so I had pulled my long dark brown hair into two side ponytails tied with pink ribbons and I wore the short blue schoolgirl skirt with the white blouse that would not button over my firm round breasts and the red tie tight at my neck.I never wore underwear. Sandy was seven years younger with her long blond hair in a ponytail and she wore her favorite jeans with the whole left leg cut off along with the red t-shirt knotted above her navel so the piercing showed and she went bare underneath too because that was how I wanted her.We were almost out of the trees when she shifted and said, “Andrea, please stop, I have to pee urgently!”I asked, “Is that really necessary just now? Later we could take advantage of your full bladder much better!”She answered, “Yes, I’m holding i

I had always known I was different from the other girls. At nineteen, with cascading copper-red hair and sharp emerald eyes, I carried a quiet reputation for being mysterious and a little too knowing for my age.When Brooke transferred into our program that fall, something in me locked onto her at once. Golden hair, bright blue eyes that actually sparkled, a mix of softness and quiet confidence that pulled at me.We both shared the same quiet disgust for the boys around us—the grabbing hands, the crude jokes, the way Mark had shoved Jessica against the lockers when she said no. Those shared frustrations turned into something warmer and more dangerous between us. Within months we were inseparable.“Come over Friday,” I told her. “My parents are gone for the weekend. The house will be empty. Just us.”She showed up with an overnight bag, hair still damp, wearing a loose sundress that kept brushing her thighs. I answered the door in a thin silk camisole and shorts, red hair down. The sec

My phone chimes and I snatch it up so fast I nearly drop it.Please be her. Please be her.Vera’s name lights up the screen and something warm and stupid flutters low in my stomach. We’ve been talking for months now. After all the messy lesbian drama in my own circle, I finally got tired of it and took a chance online. Most people would call it desperate. I call it the best decision I’ve made in years.She’s a southern belle with long blonde hair, blue eyes that look like they could swallow a girl whole, and those sexy librarian glasses that make me want to do very un-librarian things to her. Sharp tongue. Dry humor. The kind of witty that keeps me permanently off-balance. I fell hard and I fell fast. The only problem is the eight hundred miles between us. Rational people would have walked away. We didn’t.What drives me insane, though, is how careful she is about sex. She’ll flirt. She’ll tease. But the second things start getting heavier, she pivots. Every single time. I want to bre