I tried blind dates, friends always trying to couple you up, but it just didn’t work. In the end I didn’t even bother trying anymore, I thought if it happens it happens. I was tired of stressing over it.
This particular day I was out enjoying the heat from the sun on my face and arms as I drove along the Pacific Highway. Those thoughts and others were being tossed about my head while I was driving. I began to wonder if I was a lesbian. I’d been attracted to women while I was at school but put it down to adolescence.
None of my friends were lesbian so I had no one to talk to about it. The more I thought about it the more I came to accept it. I was a lesbian, that’s why I wasn’t interested in all those guys on my dates. Why had I been trying to fight the urge all this time? I felt carefree; as though a load had been lifted from me.
I hadn’t paid much attention to where I was going and when I pulled up at the traffic light, I saw I was close to a car park at the beach. Perfect. I loved listening to the waves as they pounded the surf. I hadn’t been to the beach for ages, was just what I needed. A break from everyone, just being on my own.
I noticed while I parked the car quite a few people were sun-tanning. Kids were playing at the water’s edge. It had turned out to be a perfect day. I took off my shoes and walked for a while, heading towards the rocks. I wanted to be alone.
I loved looking for shells and small stones and after spending some time doing just that I was surprised when I glanced back to see how far I’d come. I wished I had thought to bring a bag of some sort. My hands were full of interesting pieces, so I put the best in my pocket and decided to enjoy the day.
This part of the beach was secluded so I found a hidden cove where I decided to sit and think, although thinking was difficult when the relentless crashing of the sea lulled your senses. It had become quite hot and as no one was about I slipped off my shorts and top, allowing the heat to add some tan to my body.
I was at peace here, lying on the sand enjoying the rhythm of the waves. I must have dozed off because the next thing I heard were voices. I kept quiet as I was still in my bra and panties and certainly didn’t want to draw attention to myself. I was hoping whoever it was would just move off.
I vaguely recognised one of the voices but couldn’t put my finger on whose it was. A man and a woman were having an argument. Her voice was becoming angrier, more agitated and the man began to talk soothingly, trying to calm her.
As they came closer the man said, ‘I’m only trying to help. You need to see a psychiatrist. It’s just a faze…’
“It’s not a faze Paul. I’ve always been like this,” she said.
Like what, I wondered.
“That’s bull shit. You’re just depressed. You have to do something about this, Bridget. If you don’t I will.”
“You’ll do what? Tell my mother, my family. They already know, Paul. I’ve been trying to be someone I’m not and now it’s over.”
I felt guilty listening, but I couldn’t move away, and I wanted to know what it was they were talking about.
“You can’t just give up on us. What will people say?” he pleaded.
“I’m sorry. I should never have married you. It wasn’t fair, I know. I thought it was what my family wanted, but all they really wanted was for me to be happy. And now I am, I will be if you just accept it. I’m sorry, but it’s over.”
Oh, my God. It was Bridget, an old girlfriend from school. Of all places to be caught in my underwear. I wondered what had happened for her to be calling her marriage off. She had been an extremely good-looking girl at school I remembered. We went through puberty together. Had fun fooling around with each other too. My pussy throb. I wondered if she’d changed much.
“Look I’m sorry, what more can I say. Why don’t you go? I want to be alone,” she said.
“I’m not giving up on us.”
“You have to. Like I said, it’s over, now please just go.”
He didn’t walk past where I was now hiding so I quickly put on my clothes. After waiting a short time, I went in the direction of where I’d heard their voices. I was dying to see her, see if she’d changed at all. Imagine coming across her like this.