Melissa strode purposefully into the bar. She had her head down and chin in her chest. She lifted her eyes just enough to look for a place to sit, but all she saw were peoples piercing eyes fixed on her, and returned them to the ground. Feeling the silence around her, she slinked over to a bar stool at the very end of the bar.
“Heineken,” she mumbled to the bartender, “Please,” she added as an afterthought.
She took off her long, black, leather, coat and placed it on the back of her stool, and plopped down with a long sigh.
“Long day, eh?”
“Pardon?” Melissa blurted jolted out of her own sad world by this intrusion.
“I said long day eh? You let out a huge, long sigh and I was just wondering if you had had a long day,” her neighbor said staring straight ahead with a White Russian in her hand.
“Oh god, if only you knew,” Melissa replied.
“I just might hon, I just might,” her neighbor said turning towards her with a small smile on her face.
Melissa grasped her beer when it was shoved unceremoniously at her, took one look at the stein and took huge gulps after huge gulps out of the long necked bottle.
“Jesus hon, slow it down a bit there,” her neighbor implored.
“Sorry…” Melissa grumbled pouring what remained of the beer into the stein.
“What’s your name darling? You must not come in here often since I’ve never seen you here, and I’m always here,” Melissa’s neighbor said with an all-knowing smile.
“Melissa, Mel for short.”
“Rhonda,” she said extending a large well worn hand that was missing a finger, “nice to meet you.”
“You too,” Melissa said shaking her hand and trying not to stare at her amputations.
“From my ex-girlfriend, bitch...” Rhonda smirked. “No, I kid, lawn mower accident,” Rhonda said matter of factly.
“I didn’t mean…not that…your finger…” Melissa ranted hopelessly.
“Hey don’t worry about it babe,” Rhonda cooed, “No offense taken.”
Melissa buried her beet red face in her glass, emptied it, and promptly ordered another.
“So anything happen today? You seem exceedingly depressed, or are you always this way?” Rhonda inquired.
“You don’t even know the half of it. Depressed, ha! That’s a fucking joke,” Melissa retorted sarcastically.
“Well if and or when you feel like sharing, I’m here and willing to listen. If you don’t feel like sharing so be it, but you’ll never know what the opportunity has to offer if you don’t give it a chance,” Rhonda said staring off into the distance.

The bartender brought Melissa another beer, she mumbled a thanks, and asked for a shot of jaeger to chase it down. She slowly poured her Heineken watching as the head almost overflowed and then settled slowly. She took a few short sips, then settled down to business, and downed the rest in three giant gulps.”
“Getting really fucking drunk,” Rhonda sighed under her breath.
“You really wanna know?” Melissa blurted slightly louder than needed.
“Erm, about what exactly are you referring to?” Rhonda replied with trepidation.
“You asked me about my day and my depressed ways,” Melissa said slugging back her jaeger and signaling the barkeep, “and I said do you really wanna know?”
“Sure I’ll listen,” Rhonda said.
“Three shots of vodka and another jaeger,” Melissa told the barkeep.
“Ok,” Melissa said resolutely, looking directly at Rhonda for the first time.
She looked to be about the same age as Melissa, with a similar but shorter, stockier, and more muscled frame. She had short spikey hair, alert blue eyes, and masculine features. Pretty damn good looking Melissa thought to herself, slugging back a vodka.
“See these?” Melissa said pushing back her long sleeved tight black shirt up to her elbow revealing around ten or twelve long, purpleish, raised, nasty looking scars, some vertical others horizontal.
“These are my scars from cutting, self injury. They’re my pain, my hate, my agony, my hell, my being, myself, my everything and anything.”
“I see,” Rhonda replied understandingly.
“I’m a lesbian,” Melissa blurted accusingly.
“You don’t say,” Rhonda said slightly sarcastically, “But then again this is a lesbian bar, and most people who go to a gay bar are in fact gay, so I’m not horrendously surprised.”
“Well, I didn’t know I was until late into high school. It was very taboo in my household, they were fucking religious fanatics. They fucking disowned me, their only daughter, when they found out. Kicked me out when I was only sixteen, I have no idea how they found out, they just…did.” Melissa fumed slugging back another vodka.
“I ran to my girlfriend at the time, she was the only person I had. Her parents were very kind, but they didn’t know about her being a lesbian either. That is until my jackass parents found out that that was where I was hanging out a lot and decided to fuck my life up further. They called her parents and preached a ton of bullshit about the Bible and how homosexuality is bad, condemned by God, a sin, and will get a person damned to hell in a flash. Then they proceeded to tell her parents that I was a lesbian, and that they highly suspected their daughter of being a lesbian, purely because she was a good friend of mine and we hung out a lot. Well unfortunately they were right, and needless to say her parents were a little less kind after that.”
“Jesus hon, I’m so sorry,” Rhonda cooed placing her strong hand over Melissa’s.
“I left the house with a tent, a sleeping bag, whatever clothes and valuables I could pack, and a wad of cash that amounted maybe five hundred dollars. I traveled from yard to yard staying various amounts of time. I got a job at the local CD store and decided to stay in school. It was a challenge balancing, work, school, living places, and food. But I didn’t drop out, probably would have been just as effective,” Melissa sighed.

Rhonda picked up Melissa’s hand and squeezed it as Melissa downed yet another shot of vodka.
“God, I loved my girlfriend, like none other. She wasz my first love, my first lesbian lover, my first kiss, my first sexual encounter, my first evwerything. She helped me to find who I trooly was, my sexuality, and to be comfortable with myself, every aspect, despite what my fucking parents told me. She was the kindest, sweetest, not to mention most patient, person I have ewver known. I could talwk to her about aneything, I trusted her, and I opened up to her. Gawd she was an excellent lover in everyway, mentally, emotionally, physically, sexually. She had the softest, fullest, most luscious lips that were absolutely amazing to kiss. I was so inept at the beginning, but I caught on fast, soon I was French kissing like a professional, and I was told I was a natural. In no time I was able to make her gasp, writhe, scream, in pleasure at the slightest touch,” Melissa slurred.“But, suddenwly that all changed. After two years she up and decided that I was a thing of the past and she broke up with me. She had always said that she would wait for me forewver, or at least until it was stupid, which was when she was forty and I was thousands of miles away she claimeded. Apparently, it was stupid in only a few years. We were so connected, so in love, so perfect, we knew each other so well, I was her dyke, her SAFRD, and she was my femme. We were so passionate, so in love, but then it all changed and I was left dumped in a ditch, with the consolation prize of being “friends.””
“Love hurts like a bitch, it hurts bad, babe,” Rhonda soothed.
“That was a month ago today, the eighteenth. She dumped me on the eighteenth, our favorite number,” Melissa reminisced, a lone tear rolled down her cheek, as she stared at all the bottles on the shelf behind the bar.
“You’ll find another girlfriend soon I’m sure. You’re absolutely gorgeous, intelligent, passionate, romantic, among many other endearing properties,” Rhonda said sincerely while looking into Melissa’s slightly watery eyes, a result from the drinking.
“So, todawy waz an espeshially baad day. Remembring all thawt I once had and thwt whisch I’ll never have again. But thewn again, I’m usualwy severely depressed,” Melissa slurred swaying a bit.
“Nice meeting you,” Melissa said abruptly and loudly, sliding off the stool, almost falling, then grabbing her coat.
“Um, hon, you’re mighty drunk. Did you drive?” Rhonda asked concernedly, as Mel struggled to get her coat on.
“No. Me drive? I downt have a damn cawr,” Melissa said.
“Well then let me walk you home so you get home safe,” Rhonda said standing up and slapping fifteen dollars onto the bar to pay for Mel’s bill since she obviously wasn’t going to be.
Rhonda offered Melissa her arm, which she took tripping violently and almost falling over with her first step.
“Watch out hon, don’t fall,” Rhonda said, “here lean more on me.”
All eyes turned as they slowly made their way to the door, and out of the bar. Rhonda merely smiled at all the piercing hungry eyes that were fixed on them, trying to leave with as much dignity as the situation allowed.
“Where do you live Melissa?” Rhonda asked once they were outside in the cold winter air. Silence. “Mel?” Rhonda inquired.
“Whatz?” Melissa garbled.
“Where do you live?” Rhonda asked talking clearer and speaking slower.
“Dunno, somewhere owver there,” Melissa replied pointing roughly south.
“I guess we’re heading to my house then,” Rhonda mentioned more to herself than Mel, slowly towing her distraught, tousled and very drunk cargo.
Thankfully Rhonda’s flat was only a few blocks away and they got there without further incident. Rhonda smartly decided on taking the elevator instead of the stairs as she usually did. *BingBingBing* They quickly arrived on her floor and with a few short steps, at her apartment door.
“I’m going to have to take my arm away to open the door hon, ok,” Rhonda said slithering her arm out from Melissa’s.
“Mrphhhh,” replied Melissa.
“I'll take that as an ok,” Rhonda chuckled.
Rhonda led Melissa over to the couch and plopped her down on it. “Want something more comfortable to put on for sleeping?” Rhonda inquired walking towards her closet. She grabbed a flannel shirt and a pair of boxers for Melissa, but when she turned back around she found her nodding off to sleep.
“Poor drunken darling,” Rhonda whispered.
Rhonda decided to not let her efforts go to waste, and stripped down revealing her highly muscled and tan body. She slipped off her jeans, t-shirt, and sports bra and shrugged on her blue flannel shirt and black boxers herself. Rhonda then sauntered over to the bed and laid on her stomach facing Melissa. God she’s gorgeous, Rhonda thought to herself. Melissa's tall frame barely fit on the couch so she was curled up, with her blond, flowing, shoulder length hair glowing in the dim light. It was cold in the apartment, Rhonda realized as testament by her pert nipples. She grabbed a blanket off of the bed and walked over to Melissa carefully draping the blanket over her sleeping form.
“Good night babe,” Rhonda murmured in Melissa’s ear, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

Rhonda went and crawled into her bed, which seemed exceedingly large this night, pulled up the blankets, and tried to fall asleep. This proved to be very difficult with millions of thoughts of the night, love, romance, sex, attraction, and Melissa running circles through her head. Rhonda woke a few hours later, not even having realized she had fallen asleep, to the sound of muffled crying. She shot up in bed, scared, then remembered about Melissa.
“Melissa darling?” Rhonda murmured barely audibly.
The crying stopped immediately as if it were embarrassed at being heard. Rhonda got out from under the warm covers, cursing under her breath, and walked over to the couch. Melissa was sitting up, awake, and looking immanently more sober. Tears were running down her face and she was looking absolutely dejected.
“Oh babe,” Rhonda said compassionately, drawing her into a huge supportive and loving hug. Melissa just melted into her strong arms, and put her head on Rhonda’s shoulder and sobbed.
“Darling, darling, darling,” Rhonda cooed, “let it out hon, it’s ok.”
“I sacrificed everything for her, my parents, my home, my life, everything. And she just dumps me like a piece of garbage,” Melissa choked out between sobs.
“I know hon it hurts, it really does. For anyone it hurts, but especially for you and your situation,” Rhonda sympathized.
Melissa just kept sobbing, slowly getting quieter and quieter. Rhonda just held her tight and close and slowly stroked her hair. Suddenly Rhonda lifted Melissa’s head up, put her hands on her cheeks, and kissed her full on the lips. This surprised both of them but neither seemed very upset about it either. In fact Melissa leaned in closer and Rhonda took her in and kissed her again. Melissa took her finger and ran it over Rhonda’s newly wetted lips very slowly, moving down her neck while she leaned in and French kissed her passionately.

Quickly both parties were overcome with love, lust, and passion for each other. Slowly Rhonda kissed down Melissa’s neck, pausing at the neckline of her shirt. Melissa pushed her chest towards Rhonda and arched her back, which Rhonda took as a positive signal. Rhonda then proceeded to push down the neck of Melissa’s shirt and kissed her way downwards towards the top of her breasts. Melissa raised Rhonda’s lips to her and locked her in a fierce and passionate kiss, while pushing Rhonda backwards down onto the couch, where she then proceeded to slowly unbutton Rhonda’s flannel shirt. She unbuttoned it to just below her breasts, and ran a finger teasingly between them, toying gently with her nipples. Melissa leaned down and kissed her breasts gently, working her way towards Rhonda’s nipples, which she flicked with her tongue causing Rhonda to arch her back in pleasure. As a finale Melissa took Rhonda’s nipple in her mouth sucking and nibbling, as Rhonda’s groaning grew louder and she was moaning in ecstasy. After a bit Melissa extracted herself and lay her head down between Rhonda’s breasts with a sigh. Rhonda stroked Melissa’s hair and kissed the top of her head.
“I love your luscious long blond hair darling,” Rhonda beamed.
Melissa lifted her head and kissed Rhonda deeply and sweetly in response.
“You look exhausted. Why don’t you come to bed?” Rhonda offered with a wink and a smile.

Melissa looked half worried half excited at such an idea, but Rhonda was already up and offering her arm to her.
“Ma’am…” Rhonda offered smiling.
Melissa got up off the couch, sincerely smiling for the first time since Rhonda had met her, and took Rhonda’s arm.
“Why thank you, sir. What a gentleman you are,” Melissa replied to her offer.
They walked arm in arm over to Rhonda’s bed where she motioned Melissa to sit down, and came up behind her putting her arms around Melissa and hugging her tightly. Melissa simply melted into Rhonda’s arms, making her beam with pride. They sat there for a bit, just content in each others arms, then Rhonda leaned back taking Melissa with her laughing. Suddenly, Melissa sprang up and spun around facing Rhonda who wriggled back into the center of the bed, looking a slight bit worried. Melissa jetted over and pounced on Rhonda, pinning her to the bed.
“Feisty eh?” Rhonda chuckled.
“Maybe just a little bit,” Melissa retorted winking.
“Not so fast my pet. Its your turn now,” Rhonda said clutching Melissa to her, rolling over, and propping herself up so that she was now on top.
“There we go. Much better, this is how it’s supposed to go down,” Rhonda smirked.
“Duly noted, master,” Melissa said respectfully.
Rhonda leaned down and kissed Melissa deeply toying with her tongue. Rhonda placed her hands on Melissa’s luscious pale cold stomach making Melissa jump. Rhonda inched her hands up Melissa’s stomach towards her breasts, and kept kissing her more passionately and deeply. Rhonda placed her hands on Melissa’s breasts massaging them gently. Melissa sat up confusing Rhonda a bit, but her confusion quickly turned to glee once she saw Melissa slowly inching her dark black shirt off, baring her pale glowing skin.
“I know you’ve seen some of my scars, that I ever so tactfully showed you,” Melissa murmured, “but I am warning you, there are more. So try not to look too freaked out or sickened, this is very much a part of me. Take all of me or leave me.”
“No worries darling. Ill take you. Plus your not the only one,” Rhonda said simply.

By now Melissa was only in her bra and pants, revealing a slim and muscled figure that was augmented by full, generous breasts. Long raised purple and white scars lined her wrists and upper arms. Rhonda felt much compassion for her, poor darling. Melissa sat there, partially naked, looking mighty frightened.
“Hon,” Rhonda cooed coming over and hugging Melissa tightly. “You are safe with me. Pain is obsolete. Never again,” Rhonda said gently running her finger over the scars on Melissa’s upper arm. “I love you darling,” Rhonda blurted.
Melissa looked stunned, confused, worried, and thrilled all at the same time.
“It won’t be like last time, I promise, I will protect you. It will be ten thousand times better,” Rhonda assured her. “Don’t worry, don’t be afraid. Love is beautiful, not painful, and I want to show you that,” Rhonda extrapolated, “Babe?”
“I…I…I love you too,” Melissa said between tears.
Rhonda leaned in and kissed her passionately again, now putting her whole soul and being into it. Rhonda snaked her arm behind Melissa and with one swift practiced motion, undid Melissa’s bra. Melissa gave Rhonda a completely confused look that was also full of awe.
“I know, I’m fast, what can I say, I’ve had a lot of practice,” Rhonda said with a wink.
“Id say, jesus, that is one amazing skill,” Melissa laughed.
“You’re mine now, all mine,” Rhonda cackled pouncing on Melissa and pinning her to the bed.

Rhonda kissed her way down Melissa’s stomach and then licked quickly, all the way back up, causing Melissa to arch her back. Rhonda kissed Melissa again, and then proceeded to nibble her ear, causing Melissa to giggle. She worked her way down to Melissa’s pert nipple, and nibbled gently making Melissa gasp and breathe heavier.
“My you’re noisy,” Rhonda smirked.
Rhonda collapsed down onto Melissa and rested beside her, draping her arm over Melissa. Instantly Melissa rolled on her side towards Rhonda.
“Why hello darling,” Rhonda smiled.
“Hello,” Melissa said seductively running her tongue slowly over her lips.
“Oh is that, how it is eh?” Rhonda inquired.
“Most definitely my friend, my love,” Melissa said kissing Rhonda deeply.
“Two can play this game,” Rhonda taunted.
“But first,” Rhonda said leaping off of the bed, “I feel left out. Seems unfair, you there half naked and me with most of my clothes still on.” Rhonda mentioned looking down at her half opened shirt, unbuttoning it the rest of the way and tossing it nonchalantly on the floor. Her voluptuous breasts were finally completely revealed and with it arms and abs with muscle and definition to die for. Rhonda, Melissa observed, was very physically attractive, with her tan, muscles, definition, and short hair.
“Oh, and my boxers too, those need to come off. Now its my turn to let my old hurts show,” Rhonda said slipping her boxers off.
She had long horizontal purple raised scars running from her upper thighs to her knees. Melissa felt relieved at once, for not being the only one. She let her eyes take in the beauty of Rhonda’s tan and chiseled legs and that fact that viewed without her pants Rhonda was wearing no underwear, exposing quite a bush.
“Don’t believe in underwear darling?” Melissa smirked.
“Hell no. Underwear is a very optional detail, especially while wearing boxers, they’re underwear already for christ’s sake.” Rhonda laughed.

Rhonda leaped back in bed and clamored on top of Melissa.
“Now, I’m ready,” Rhonda said kissing Melissa fiercely, while running her hands down Melissa’s sides. Rhonda made her way down to Melissa’s crotch and grabbed her strongly, looking up mischievously.“A we bit wet are we?” Rhonda taunted, slowly undoing the button of Melissa’s pants. Then Rhonda leaned down and took the zipper between her teeth and unzipped Melissa’s fly slowly and deliberately. With one swift motion Melissa's pants were off and with another, half way across the room.
“No more of those for you hon,” Rhonda smiled.

Rhonda looked Melissa up and down. She really was a strikingly beautiful woman, who was now wearing only a pair of shiny red panties. Rhonda was completely overcome with lust. Rhonda slid her finger down between Melissa's breasts, lower and lower pausing slightly at the top of her panties, and then taking the plunge. Melissa gasped and stiffened for a second, then went completely limp with ecstasy. Rhonda was kind of shocked at first by the fact that Melissa was completely shaved, but simply smiled and moved on. Rhonda toyed with Melissa's clit, rolling it between her fingers, making Melissa groan, and stroking it at which point Melissa arched her back wanting more. Rhonda inched Melissa's panties off and tossed them on the floor, slowly sliding herself down and off of Melissa. She positioned herself between Melissa's legs, and licked her way up one thigh and down the other, causing Melissa to shudder. She licked all around Melissa's aching mound, teasing and taunting her, and finally giving her what she wanted. Rhonda flicked Melissa's clit with her tongue, taking in the sweet taste and smell of Melissa, enjoying it thoroughly. Melissa grasped Rhonda's short hair in her fists, tugging slightly, while whimpering with pleasure. Rhonda kept at her flicking, nibbling, licking, sucking, driving Melissa towards a climax. She would bring Melissa to the edge again and again, but would not let her orgasm. Rhonda changed tactics, and took her tongue and plunged it into Melissa's sopping cunt. Rhythmically she kept on, in and out, in and out, adding a finger into the mix every once in a while. Melissa was in absolute heaven, nothing had ever felt this good in her entire life. Melissa let out a huge moan, arching her back, and straining against Rhonda’s hair. Finally Rhonda let her orgasm, and Melissa did, as she never had before shuddering and screaming as she came, and eventually laying limp with exhaustion. Rhonda let her just lay for a bit, listening to her ragged breathing, before coming and kissing Melissa gently.
“You are absolutely amazing,” Melissa managed to whisper, “I have never been in such ecstasy, I felt as if I were in heaven.”
“You were amazing too you know. You are absolutely gorgeous in everyway. I love everything about you, your responsiveness, smell, taste, intelligence, looks, everything,” Rhonda replied looking at her dreamily.
“I love you Rhonda,” Melissa murmured.
“I love you too Mel. More than you could ever imagine,” Rhonda whispered in Melissa's ear, her breath warm and moist.
Rhonda lay on her side, staring off into the distance, when Melissa faced her and kissed her full on the lips.
“Goodnight my love,” Melissa murmured.
“Sleep well darling,” Rhonda replied.
Melissa curled herself up, facing the window, and pulled the flannel covers up around her chilled body. Rhonda came and curled in behind her, their bodies fitting together perfectly like the pieces of a puzzle. Rhonda draped an arm over Melissa protectively and lovingly, warming Melissa quickly, as she snuggled her bottom back into Rhonda. Melissa fell asleep swiftly, exhausted by the day and her emotions, safely enshrouded in Rhonda's arms.