Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between collage girls. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it.
Author's Note: This is one of my first submitted stories. I know there are a few kinks to work out, but I hope you'll enjoy this first instalment. Any encouragement you can offer would be much appreciated. That or just let me know your reading and enjoying, or not! bethbop85@gmail.com. This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to repost them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2006 April, All Rights Reserved.
Find Me
She leaned back in her chair, as the plane came to a slow and steady landing. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to New York". Beth had spent years dreaming of this moment. At 22 years of age, she finally felt free. After picking her baggage up, including her guitar she made her way towards the exit. She couldn't help but stand and stare as she looked around the arrivals area. She watched a young woman run while pushing a stroller and embrace another girl who had been on the same flight Beth was. There were tears in their eyes. Beth smiled. Sure, everyone thought Beth left Ireland to get this great new job, but that wasn't the whole story. She reached down and placed her earphones over her ears. It felt like such a cliché but here she was, in New York city, as she hopped out of her taxi U2 filled her ears, "in the city of blinding lights".
Beth was ecstatic when she heard she got the job as the main graphic artist for "Vanity Factory Records". Ever since graduating with a degree in Art History Beth had longed to be able to get back to drawing. She spent the previous year missing college, her friends and herself. New York was what she needed. She needed to be in one of the biggest cities in the world to find herself. She was happy enough to take the job and through some distant friends of a friend she got an apartment which she was to share with two other girls.
It was about eight at night by the time Beth arrived at manila heights. She skipped up the steps as best she could and pressed the buzzer for number fourteen. "Yello...?" a voice called. Nervously at first Beth spoke up, "Hey, it's me, Beth your new flatmate". There was silence. "Our new flat what? Oh, you must be the Irish girl. I'll come help you with your bags". Beth sighed with relief. Shortly, Beth was greeted by Bailey. Bailey was a beautiful girl, tall, lean with thick curly brown hair and killer green eyes. "HEY!" Bailey jumped for Beth hugging her tightly, all Beth could do was stand there shocked by this amazingly friendly welcome. Finally Beth managed a reply, "hi". Bailey smiled, "I thought Irish people were supposed to be all welcoming", she drawled, "I'm Bailey by the way, come on, lets get you moved in".
Once they were upstairs Beth met the final member of their apartment. "Hey there Beth, my name's Lindsey", she said as she held out her hand. I took it and shook it with a smile. Beth eventually got the chance to get a look at her room. She pushed open the door and was pleasantly surprised. It was white walled with high sloping ceiling with four windows on the roof. There was a cosy looking queen size bed freshly made up, and plenty of shelf space for her books and pictures. Beth sat down on the bed, happy to find it was as soft as it looked. She took in the room again, adjusting her eyes to the evening light her roof windows provided. Slowly, she started to unpack beginning with the most important, her laptop and ipod speakers. Eagerly she plugged everything in and began to play her tunes. With renewed vigour she moved her clothes from her suitcases to her closet and placed her treasured pictures on top of her shelves. When everything was unpacked she stood at looked around, suddenly she felt really tired. Finding her bed she sprawled out, falling asleep straight away without even having a chance to remove her converse trainers.
In the kitchen Lindsey and Bailey were chilling some drinks and firing up the grill getting things ready for their housewarming party. Lindsey opened the French doors a little wider, walking out onto to the small balcony and inhaling deeply. Bailey came up behind her and put her arm around Lindsey, "Hey kid" she said. "Hey" replied Lindsey, half smiling, she looked down at her feet and leaned forward over the balcony and out of Bailey's reach. "Talk to me linds" Bailey pleaded. Lindsey exhaled slowly, raising her head to take in the New York skyline getting lost in thought. She closed her eyes tightly telling herself not to think about the events of the last college term. When she opened them, her eyes stung with tears, she couldn't escape. Moving from Boston for the summer was the best thing to do, but despite the geographical distance, she still felt the pain. "I'll be alright Bales, its just hard...." Lindsey broke of, aware of the fact that she was whining. "Well, lets get this party started" Lindsey chirped while walking over to the grill and cleaning it.
Bailey left Lindsey to her own devices and re-entered the kitchen and began to prepare the salad. As she tore off the lettuce leaves she thought about how lucky she was. She had just graduated and she could not wait to get her teeth into New York. Sure, she didn't know exactly what she was doing, besides playing the odd gig with some friends for support, but she was making her own way. She thought of Alicia, and was thankful things ended well between them "very well" Bailey thought aloud, smiling. "Talking to yourself again dear?" Lindsey laughed as she grabbed a beer, opened it and brought it to her lips. Lindsey was about five foot six inches, smaller than Bailey's five foot seven figure. She had beautiful jet black hair and sky blue eyes. "Smart ass!" Bailey replied, "Now, if you don't mind I think I should check on Beth" she said as she skipped across the living room to Beth's door, finding it slightly open.
Beth awoke, rubbing her eyes and yawning. It was dark now and it took her a minute to remember where she was. As everything crawled back into her mind, she smiled. "I forgot about jc" she thought as she reached for her beloved acoustic guitar. She pulled it closely to her, sliding to the edge of the bed and began to tune it. Lightly strumming she started playing Simon and Garfunkel's "America". "Corny" she thought as she began to sing along "I've come to look for America." lost in the music she didn't notice that Bailey was standing just by the doorway.
Bailey was about to knock but she heard movement, she saw Beth was just waking up. Bailey couldn't help but think how cute Beth looked; she hadn't even managed to get her shoes off. "Poor thing" she thought. "She is so cute" Bailey pondered, as she watched Beth reach for something. "A guitar" Bailey chuckled. She listened intently as she heard Beth tune her little guitar. Beth was about Bailey's height, a little shorter maybe, with shoulder length blonde hair folded into soft long curls that framed her face wonderfully. Her green eyes shone brightly as she began to strum out a familiar tune. "America" Bailey mouthed, smiling, "she's good". Bailey looked intently at Beth's form. Tight blue jeans, pink converse and a cute little low cut white top. The t- shirt hugged her every magnificent curve and made her little breasts look soft even to look at. Bailey snapped out of it when she heard the music stop. She knocked lightly on the door. "Come on in Bailey" Beth called. Beth walked in, head bent "you caught me" she laughed. "I'm not used to playing for people" Beth replied, smiling back. For what seemed like eons Beth looked into Bailey's eyes. Bailey felt funny "get it together kid, this isn't like you" thought Bailey as she broke the stare. "We are having a little house, I mean, flat warming party tonight. I think it's a good way for us to introduce you to everyone we know, that way you don't feel too lonesome" Beth said. "Cool" Beth added as she hopped to her feet. "What can I do to help?" she asked as she began walking out of the room. Bailey followed "just eat and drink" she replied. Beth turned, a little too suddenly for Bailey, saying "I'm Irish, drinking I can do". Bailey tripped over herself almost falling over. "Woah" Beth said, as she caught Bailey awkwardly, "How many have you had". Bailey got flustered, feeling sparks and gathering herself "Haha Irish, very funny". Beth laughed. The buzzer sounded for the door. "Saved by the bell" Beth called as she went to let in their guests".
Bailey went to the sound system, wondering what to play, finally she slipped in an old favourite and turned up the volume. "Blitzkrieg Bop" Lindsey called as she laid out the food and greeted everyone, "nice one" added Beth. Lindsey smiled, she liked this girl already. This was going to be a night to remember....