Lesbian: Deep Attraction - Jett White - ebook

Pamela was really hurt when she revealed to her best friend, Maryssa, that she was into women. Maryssa did not like it and broke off their friendship. However, Maryssa’s sister, Francine, was really open-minded and became Pamela’s close friend. Years later, Pamela had to come out again even though she was afraid of losing another friend.For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

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Lesbian: Deep Attraction

Published by Jett White

Copyright 2017 Jett White

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. 

This Erotic Short Story is loaded with, hot, graphic sex! It is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters are represented as 18 or over.

Pamela asked Francine to meet her in a coffee shop. She did not want Francine to be mad at her for what she wanted to tell her. She was afraid that Francine would have the same reaction as her sister. 

Pamela entered the mall and sat at the coffee shop with butterflies in her stomach. However, she was determined to go for it. When she reached the coffee shop, she was panicking as she looked all around to locate Francine. 

She did not see her and she looked harder with her breath caught in her throat and her eyes straining in an attempt to see someone looking like Francine since she did not want to stand there in the middle of the shop looking like a fool. 

This used to happen from time to time. Pamela and Francine would plan to meet somewhere and Pamela would be there before her, feeling lost until Francine appeared. 

She was so concentrated on looking for Francine through the crowd that a tap on her shoulder made her jump. She turned and let out a sigh of relief when she saw her. However, she sucked her breath as she admired her beauty. Francine looked like her sister with dirty golden locks that she tied in a weak ponytail. She left a braid hanging down. 

“There you are,” said Pamela with a weak smile. 

“Yeah,” replied Francine almost in a whisper.