GENRE: Lesbian Spicy Romance
LENGTH: 40,670 words
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Samantha struggles to maintain her life as a respected member of society in a small town, while desperately seeking a female lover. Barry, Sam’s husband and best friend, encourages her to explore and fulfill her dreams and desires, until Sam meets Valerie.

Valerie is everything Sam is not. Sam quickly succumbs to Valerie’s sexual magnetism, tumbling into a volatile weekend relationship with hard core, aggressive Valerie. Soon, Sam’s life spins out of control. Barry spends more and more weekends alone with her children, while Sam gets drawn into Valerie’s unsavory lifestyle.

Sam is determined to fit Valerie into her life, but unable to recognize Valerie’s destructive behavior. If Sam can’t find the love and peace she’s looking for with Valerie, where will she go?

EXCERPT:
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

Valerie must have gotten some money from Sally’s estate because she moved into a studio apartment right on the beach. Not that it was all that fancy according to Sam’s standards, but Valerie told everyone who would listen she had paid six month’s rent in advance. No way could she afford that working in the deli of the local supermarket.

When Sam pulled up to the complex for her third visit there, Valerie was outside waiting. With her was a rail-thin woman who looked about Sam’s age, with hair dyed a fire engine red. Valerie met Sam at the car and carried her bags to the door.

“Hey, baby. So glad you’re here. This is Taffy. She’s my -- our -- neighbor.”

Taffy grinned, exposing the fact that several teeth were missing. “Sam. I’ve heard nothing but how wonderful you are from this one. She thinks you hung the moon.” And she gave a laugh that sent her into a coughing spell.

Sam said, “Are you okay? I mean -- nice to meet you.”

Instead of shaking Sam’s outstretched hand, Taffy came in for a hug. Awkwardly, Sam patted this stranger’s back, hoping she wouldn’t start coughing again.

Valerie rescued her. “Yeah, Taffy, that’s enough. Gotta get my girl a drink and get her settled in for the weekend.”

Once they got inside, Sam collapsed on the bed, which took up a large portion of the tiny living space. She waited for the vodka and tonic Valerie made, and then asked about the woman she had just met.

Valerie replied with a laugh, “Taffy? She’s one messed up bitch. Fuckin’ crackhead is what she is. But she’s good for a laugh sometimes ...”

Sam didn’t know what to say to this. Her usual world as a parent and a professional didn’t include crack addicts. But she was still determined Valerie’s love was worth this culture shock.

“She seems friendly, anyway,” Sam offered.

Valerie laughed again, coming to sit next to Sam on the bed. “Yeah, until you piss her off. Then watch out.”

Sam inwardly resolved never to get on the bad side of Taffy. Then Valerie kissed her, and Sam soon lost herself in their passionate lovemaking.

* * * *

They were still in bed, naked under the covers, drinking and talking, when there was a knock at the door. Valerie jumped up and went to the door, naked as the day she was born.

“Hey! Speak to me!”

“Hey, crazy bitch! It’s Kim.”

Valerie opened the door, as Sam pulled the covers more tightly around her breasts. She wasn’t used to meeting people while naked in bed.

Kim was about thirty-five, plump in an attractive, curvy way, with long wavy brown hair. She seemed to be quite at home in Valerie’s apartment, as she went straight to the tiny kitchen and got a beer from the fridge. Then she sat on the foot of the bed as Valerie threw on a robe.

“Sam -- the lovely and wonderful Samantha- right?”

Sam nodded wordlessly. She tried to gather her dignity around her, which wasn’t easy.

“Yes, hello.” And then, “Would you mind just tossing me my shirt -- the gray one over there.”

Kim laughed. “No problem. Sorry to bother you guys, but I needed to vent. Rough day on the job.”

Sam hastily donned her shirt, and then felt a little less self-conscious.

Valerie sat behind Sam on the bed, putting her arms around her girlfriend.

“So what’s goin’ on at the store? Did you just come from there?”

Kim warmed up to her rant. “That asshole Brian got on my case again! He claims I forgot to stock the catfish this morning and now there’s none packaged. Since when am I in charge of packaging?”

Valerie shook her head in sympathy.

Sam asked, “Where do you work, Kim?”

Kim replied, “The same damn place Valerie works! Fuckin’ store. Always trying to put something over on the female employees.”

Sam thought about all the positive things she had heard about this particular company, but she wisely kept her mouth shut. Instead, she got up from the bed and pulled her jeans on as quickly as possible.

Kim watched her, saying, “Hey, don’t worry about me, Sam. I’m strictly a dick-lovin’ girl. No matter what Valerie may have told you.”

Since Valerie had never mentioned Kim to her, Sam looked perplexed. Valerie punched Kim lightly on the arm.

“I’m workin’ tomorrow, the early shift. Why don’t you and what’s-his-name come over for dinner. I can make some killer sandwiches straight from the deli.”

“Awesome. What time?”

“Around five. Sam’ll still be here. I stole her away from her creepy-ass husband for the whole fuckin’ weekend.”