Hidden Desires

by Laurie Ames

  Suddenly Giorgia noticed an elongated shadow sticking out from behind the large old oak tree. She knew someone was there when she heard a crunch of rustling leaves.

  She looked back over to Kevin, but he just stood there grinning like the cat that ate a canary. Giorgia then looked back to find Peggy standing behind her, grinning as well.

  “Ciao Bella” said a soft voice from behind the tree trunk.

  When she looked over again, there was her beautiful Frederica stepping out from behind the tree.

  “No, it can’t be you, I must be dreaming!” exclaimed Giorgia. This was the best surprise ever in her life! There standing before her was her lovely Italian beauty, and she couldn't believe her eyes. Just when she was thinking she would never come; here she was standing in the flesh. She rushed out the door and hugged Frederica full of love and excitement. She couldn't believe that her soulmate was finally here. They hugged and cried many tears of joy. They kissed passionately and hugged some more.

  “I’ve missed you so much Frederica! I love you more than ever.”

  “Yes, this is so very special for me too, I promise to never be away from you again,” replied Frederica as she wiped away tears.

  Peggy and Kevin also couldn’t keep a dry eye as they watched this beautiful reunion. Sensing it was time to leave, Peggy and Kevin started walking towards their car as they waved goodbye. The two women waved back as they walked arm and arm into the large Victorian style home. This would be the first night of many more to come. This was indeed the beginning of many new memories together. Giorgia later thanked Peggy for helping Frederica arrange the wonderful surprise. It truly was a surprise she would never forget!

  The relationship was one of love and passion, always cherishing one another. When they announced their wedding engagement, they invited all their newfound family from Italy. The wedding day was a spectacular event and was a day to never forget. They ran the restaurants together, with Frederica training the chefs on how to prepare dishes the proper Italian way. Giorgia handled the financial end of the business and they made a great work and family team. Over the years they visited their family in Italy and their family members often came to America. Theresa would come for long visits, staying months at a time, which they all loved. Eventually the estate in Italy was sold and Theresa came to live permanently with Giorgia and Frederica.

  Giorgia would often look back on her life and fondly remember that special day when love came knocking on her door. One day, Giorgia was taking a sip of tea while in deep thought when Frederica came walking into the room.

  “You look like you are miles away, as if you are daydreaming” said Frederica.

  “I was thinking about the day when my dreams became a reality.” She smiled up at Frederica and stated – “It was the day I opened the front door and found my lovely 'golden girl' standing before me!”

  ~The End~

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  Healed by Her

  An Interracial Lesbian Romance

  By: Laurie Ames

  Prologue:

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  Allison, a young white nurse witnesses a tragic hit and run car accident that leaves Juanita, a beautiful black female lying unconscious in the street. The nurse rushes over to provide aid and stay until help arrives. Initially the nurse feels much more than sympathy for the victim, she sees an unusually attractive young lady. She decides to take extra special care of her patient, until the ambulance arrives.

  The nurse cannot get this beautiful woman out of her head and is later delighted to find the victim recuperating at her hospital. As the healing process continues, they begin to bond and develop a very special loving and sensual relationship.

  What they don’t realize is the hit and run was no accident. As events unravel, their blossoming lesbian relationship will take on a strange turn of events…

  Strong Warning: Hot Romance. Adult naughty language and explicit sex scenes. For ages 18+ only.

  Chapter 1: The Accident

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  The cool autumn wind blew through Allison’s shiny blonde hair as she walked down the street, searching for her car. She had to park on the street that day due to the hospital helicopter needing the employee parking lot for an emergency. Hartsville General Hospital did not have a dedicated heliport and the employee parking lot often filled up quickly on the rare occasion that a helicopter needed to transport patients.

  It had been unusually busy for a Monday, and now, just after midnight, Allison felt tired and was glad to be heading home for the night. She pulled her thick black hat tightly around her head and stuck her hands into the pockets of her leather coat. The night wind had a chill in the air this evening, and Allison found herself regretting that she hadn’t worn a scarf that day.

  The street was quiet, which wasn’t uncommon for a Monday night, even though the hospital she worked at was in the downtown area of her city. The lamp posts lit up the streets in a dull yellowish light and there were traffic cameras on nearly every corner; so, even though it was very late at night, she didn’t feel afraid or unsafe during her four-and-a-half-block walk to find her car.

  Her dark blue sedan was parked directly under a streetlamp post and was almost the only car still left on the street. All other vehicles were gone, save for a white box truck that was parked half a block away, on the opposite side of the street.

  When she was less than a block away from her car, she spotted a figure coming out of a large building near the corner opposite from her car. The lamp post on that corner was burned out, making it hard, at first, for her to tell whether the figure was a man or a woman; but as Allison watched the figure approach the corner of the street, she could tell by the shape of their silhouette that the person was most certainly a female.

  The street was so quiet that Allison could actually hear the “click clack” of the woman’s heels as they hit the sidewalk, and even in the dark from a block away, she noticed the sway of the woman’s slender hips as she walked along with a feminine switch. When she stepped out from the shadows, Allison couldn’t help taking a second glance. She was wearing a beautiful black dress that clutched her curvy figure in a way that was elegant but feminine. The top of the dress ran straight across her chest, then at her waist, it tightened to the curves. Her simple black heels shone like mirrors in the white moon light.

  Allison was a lesbian—an open and active lesbian. She’d been attracted to other females since she was back in middle school. She had kept her lesbianism a secret for several years, that being since her parents were very religious Catholics who frowned on any type of homosexuality. She had “played the straight card” all the way up until she’d finally left home for nursing school. She had purposely chosen to attend a college that was three hours away from her family, and located in an entirely different state, so that she could reinvent herself and finally be the true person she was on the inside—a woman who desired other women.

  Allison’s first experience with another woman had taken place when she was in her first year of college. She had been surfing the internet, one night, and had stumbled upon a dating site for gays and lesbians. The site also had an app that could be used on smart phones and Allison had downloaded it onto hers. She had created a profile, posted a few photos of herself and started chatting with some of the users on the site in a members-only chat room. That night, she had met a girl in the chat room who attended the same college and lived on campus in one of the dormitory buildings.

  The two young women had chatted online for a while and then, had decided to exchange numbers. The girl’s name had been Sara Wallace. She was from a small town out West and had chosen to go away to college to get away from home. The two women found they had a lot in common and clicked together right away. They ended up dating each other openly, for almost a year. But Sara was a few years older than Allison and she had graduated and moved away to start a new job on the other side of the country.

  The two women kept in touch as frie
nds, but eventually Sara had met someone in her new city and Allison started hearing from her less often. Then one day, she had received an eVite to Sara’s wedding in her email box. She didn’t reply, nor did she attend the wedding, but she never forgot about her first intimate girlfriend.

  After Sara, Allison had casually dated a few other women, but hadn’t felt a real connection with anyone since Sara. She had been hired by Hartsville General Hospital after graduating from her college nursing program in the top 10 of her class. She had been working there as an emergency room nurse for the past 3 years and although she loved her job dearly, the crazy schedule and brutal hours didn’t leave a lot of free time for a social life, and she was beginning to feel lonely.

  As Allison approached the middle of the city block, she heard a car engine revving loudly. The woman who had been walking toward the corner under a burnt out street light was now crossing the street. She was carrying what appeared to be a briefcase on one arm and a large purse on the other.

  Just as the woman was crossing the middle of the street, a dark-colored sedan came speeding out of nowhere, striking her with a horrific thud. She went hurtling onto the hood, then hard into the windshield. Her limp body rolled back down the hood and off the car, onto the cold, dark street below.

  To Allison’s shock and surprise, the vehicle never stopped. It didn’t even slow down. In fact, it sped up and continued to race down the street, off into the darkness.

  Allison let out a scream and looked around, frantically, to see if there was anyone on the street who had witnessed what she’d just seen. Almost instinctively, she took off running toward the still unmoving body of the woman lying on the street.

  The impact of the speeding sedan had knocked the woman’s purse and briefcase out of her hands. Papers and other objects were strewn all over the road and nearby sidewalk. The woman’s body had landed a few feet from the curb and she was as motionless as a corpse.

  Allison ran as fact as she could, taking her cellphone out of her pocket as she ran.

  “Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!” Allison was saying over and over as she hurried to the fallen woman. Just as she reached the woman lying on the ground, an emergency operator came onto the line.

  “9-1-1 operator. What is your emergency?” a woman’s voice asked. Allison was frantic.

  “Oh, my God! I need an ambulance! Send an ambulance, right away! A woman has just been struck by a speeding vehicle!” Allison’s voice was trembling with urgency.

  “OK, I’m patching it in now. Where are you ma’am?” the operator asked, in a calm and soothing voice.

  “I’m—I’m at the corner of Bellevue and 29th street in downtown Hartsville!” Allison shouted into the receiver.

  “OK, ma’am, the ambulance is on its way. Please stay on the line with me, if you can, until they arrive on the scene, okay?” The tone of the female operator’s voice was calm and composed, yet also had a sense of urgency in it.

  “My name is Allison Manning and I’m a registered nurse at Hartsville General. I am going to assess the woman’s injuries,” Allison told the operator. She placed the phone down on the ground and put it on speaker phone.

  Allison reached out and placed one hand tenderly under the injured woman’s head. She was a beautiful young African American woman and even with her noticeable injuries, Allison couldn’t help noticing her very pretty face. To Allison’s surprise, the woman opened her eyes when Allison’s hand touched her face. The woman’s eyes were a stunning hazel color and Allison couldn’t help but to notice how radiant they were.

  “Miss? Can you hear me?” Allison asked the woman. The woman groaned and muttered something unintelligible in reply. “Miss? My name is Allison and I’m a nurse. I’ve called an ambulance and they’re on the way. Can you tell me your name?”

  “Jua—Juanita,” the woman replied in a soft, weak voice. “My…my name is…Juanita.”

  “Juanita, that’s a beautiful name,” Allison told her, forcing a smile. The woman looked to be in grave condition, but Allison provided reassurance and comfort. “You’re gonna be okay, Juanita. Help is on the way and I’m going to stay with you, okay? Now, I’m just going to briefly assess some of your injuries.”

  The woman nodded her head slightly in reply.

  “Thank…you,” she said weakly, and then, her eyes closed again.

  “Juanita! Juanita, honey, try to stay with me, okay?” Allison begged as she tried to keep the injured woman conscious as long as possible. Juanita was lying on her back and her long beautiful dress was torn and dishevelled. Allison lifted her head again and saw that she had suffered an injury to the back of her head. She also noticed that Juanita’s left arm and right leg appeared to be broken.

  The 9-1-1 operator was still on the line.

  “Ma’am? Ma’am are you still there?” the operator asked.

  “Yes, I’m here!” Allison replied loudly. “The patient seems to have suffered a head injury and numerous broken bones. What’s taking the ambulance so long to get here? I’m only a few blocks away!”

  “Ma’am, the ambulance is on its way. It should be arriving any…” Just then, Allison heard a loud siren and saw flashing lights rushing toward her.

  “Oh, thank God!” she said aloud, to no one in particular. She looked back down at Juanita’s face and saw that her eyes had closed again. “Juanita! Juanita honey, the ambulance is here! Can you hear me?”

  This time, Juanita didn’t answer.

  Chapter 2: The Aftermath

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  Allison helped the paramedics load Juanita’s unconscious, motionless body onto a stretcher and into the back of the ambulance van. She gathered the contents that had flown out of Juanita’s briefcase and purse, stuffing them into a clear plastic bag. She had just placed her belongings inside the ambulance when someone tapped her on the shoulder.

  “Ma’am, did you witness the accident that took place?” Allison turned around and saw that a tall female police officer had addressed her.

  “Um...yes. Yes, I saw the whole thing, actually,” Allison affirmed.

  “I’m Officer Betty Holt and I’d like to ask you a few questions about the incident,” the woman stated dryly.

  “I’m happy to answer any questions you may have, officer, but I’m not leaving this woman. I’m going to ride with her in the ambulance to make sure that she gets there safely.” Allison’s voice was adamant.

  Officer Holt didn’t argue with her. She offered to meet up with her at the hospital and get her statement there.

  Allison rode in the back of the ambulance with Juanita. She felt bad about rooting through the woman’s belongings, but she was trying to find some identifying information, like a driver’s license or a medical card. Finally, she found a black leather wallet with an ID inside. The woman’s name was Juanita Crawford.

  The ambulance pulled into the ER parking lot and Allison held Juanita’s hand as she was rushed into a trauma room. Just as they transferred her to the hospital bed, Juanita opened her eyes. She looked up at Allison and moved her mouth as if she was trying to say something, but no words came out. Allison felt Juanita squeeze her hand just before her eyes closed again.

  “Ms. Manning?” the sound of Officer Holt’s voice came from the doorway of the trauma room. “Can I speak with you, now, please?”

  The doctors and nurses had taken over and Allison knew she had to let them do their job. She looked down at Juanita one final time before leaving the hospital room with the Officer.

  Once they arrived in the ER waiting room, Officer Holt handed Allison a cup of coffee. She sat in one of the chairs and began explaining the details of the accident she had witnessed.

  “Were you able to see whether the driver of the vehicle was male or female?” The officer asked.

  Allison shook her head. “It was really dark, and I think the windows may have been tinted. I couldn’t see inside the car at all.”

  “Did you happen to catch the license plate number?
” the officer inquired.

  “No, the car was moving much too fast, plus I was far away. It was just too dark to tell,” Allison noted.

  “Were you able to make out the color, make and/or model of the vehicle?” the officer asked.

  Again, Allison shook her head.

  “I could see that it was dark-colored car, with a loud motor and I’m pretty sure it only had two doors,” she replied.

  “Did the driver of the car stop or slow down at any point in time?” she inquired.

  “That’s what’s weird to me, officer,” Allison asserted. “It looked like the car actually sped up when the driver saw Juanita in the street. It almost seemed like the car hit her on purpose.”

  Officer Holt’s facial expression changed when she heard Allison’s statement. She wrote meticulous notes on her little note pad and looked back up at her.