Waiting for Our Train

An excerpt from the story: "“There’s this girl—” I can get off on words alone, “There’s this beautiful girl.”

I’m sitting on my bedroom floor, slouched against the wall, touching myself. I’m speaking aloud and my words are blurred by heavy breathing.

I’m alone, but in my mind, I’m talking to my best friend, Nicole. I’m not only telling her about this girl, but how, “I want her. Like, you wouldn’t believe— how bad I want her.”

My head rolls back and I tell the ceiling, “She knows it too.” That’s a lie. I’m sure the beautiful girl has no idea. The simplified version of Nicole that lives in my mind asks me, 'How do you know?'

“It’s the way she looks at me.”

'How’s that?'

“Like she wants me, too.” I groan at the syrupy leap of heat up my insides, from my groin to my throat. “Like she wants me to give it to her.”

The Nicole in my head laughs. 'You’re pretty cocky when you’re talking to yourself.'"

This is a 5,941 word erotic lesbian short story about the decision to act on attraction.