Emily's Home - Ginger's Out Ch. 01

Note: The author recommends that you read 'Ginger Fabulously Taken' before reading Chapter One.

Emily Goes Home -- Ginger Comes Out Ch. 01

By A Vixen Literally©

*** Week One ***

I cried nearly the whole way on the flight home. I was conflicted, confused, tired, in love, lonely, and horny. Julia had turned my life upside down. She was going home to her wife; I was going home ... no, not 'home.' Asshole had my home. I was going to my furnished, crummy, cracker box one bedroom apartment -- alone. Oh my god, that woman had done the most wonderful things to my body. She was right, of course -- I did know. I had simply not done ... made love with another woman. It was amazing. I suppose that's why I cried. I smiled. I knew in my heart I would find a woman.

Was I writing off men? Forever? Oh hell, I don't know. I just left my first lesbian (gulp) experi ... no, romantic liaison. Yes, that works. Umm, am I? I smiled. Now that's for sure why I called myself confused. You're completely right about that Ginger. Saying that brought warmth to my pussy. I love that Julia called me that. Asshole never did. Milly was his nickname for me. I hated it -- loathed it. I am Ginger now ... I think I really like her. She is one sexy woman -- Julia sure did think so. Wow, her Sheri sure is one lucky woman. Hmm, my layover is in Chi ... NO! Yeah you have her card. You will not use it. Yeah, I know, it's just that ... Hush you! Yeah, yeah, I know, those pheromones are flying into each other at the speed of -- umm, lust. Never in my forty seven years have I been so thoroughly fucked. I shook my head at that thought. Oh yeah, there was that one night. Yeah that one; and it was Julia's story that got you that night!

Thankfully the layover at O'Hare wasn't too long. I was back in Dayton and at the bandbox in a couple of hours. First order of business: food. I never knew sex created that sort of ... oh god. Two words came to mind -- hunger and appetite. Thank you Julia! My every thought is about sex. Brown eyes shimmered with joy under jet black hair. I shivered.

Did I mention the dark-haired flight attendant on the flight from Chicago to Dayton? Yum. Julia! Coincidence? Nope.

The server at the diner? Young, slim, and blonde -- oh my, Ginger, you are not the woman you were a couple days ago. I kinda spit up my Sierra Mist. Emmy, the name tag said, thought I was choking -- yeah, with laughter. I thanked her as she cleaned up the splatters. My word, look at how those things move as she wipes. Yikes! She caught me staring at her breasts. She smiled. Not just my hair is red; I ate quickly. Emmy brought the check. Oh my god! She wrote 'Call me' beneath her phone number. Can this be real? I made some sort of smile as I hurried to the cashier. I thought of Julia as my vibe took me away to dreamland.

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