Ladies and gentlemen, the following story you are about to read contains sexually explicit acts between two 19-year old women who are beginning a consensual relationship.
If you are under age, live in a place where it is unlawful, or are just offended by the notion of two young women in love with each, please do us a favor, and leave. This is a work of fiction. Nothing more.
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ROMY AND JULIE- Part 1
By Keith
Liccorice Pizza , the record store, was a welcome haven for those escaping the chill of a Thanksgiving Holiday in 1978. The sun was just setting outside the establishment on a Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, along Hawthorne Blvd. in Lawndale near the South Bay Mall in California.
The Christmas shopping period had just begun earlier that day with all sorts of people in and out the shop purchasing gifts and certificates for their friends and loved ones. The cashier, a blonde, bearded, bespectacled, and somewhat plump and swarthy man in his late 30's, was busily handling purchases and payments from the many myriad and sundry customers who would come and go, in and out, all through the live long day. You could tell that he was in good spirits despite his physique, and his attitude was also high for such a night as such nights would come until the 24th of next month which would therefore signal the coming of Christmas day. He was still busy at the cash register ringing up purchases from and for the many different people stopping here to shop, or pick up orders made a week or two in advance, when he failed to notice one person enter Liccorice Pizza to fulfill a mission. It was at that moment when a young woman of 19 walked in. She was moderately tall, surprisingly thin, yet with a swagger and confidence that betrayed her exterior. Her long, straight, strawberry blonde hair was tied back in a braided tassle much like a lion's. Her pallid blue eyes befit her equally pallid complexion to a tee. She was dressed in a red with white bamboo print silk, mini kimono under a dark brown with light colored fur trim Eskimo jacket, complimented with dark rinse indigo , low-rise, bootcut jeans and dark brown midheight ankle boots with 2" heels. She carried her brown, leather shoulder bag on the left shoulder in an asymmetrical fashion. Romy Woodward had come to Liccorice Pizza Record Store in search of an album she wanted since the previous year. She strode over to the middle aisle section, where the names of rock artists would be named in alphabetical order, with assurance that the album she wanted would be there. If it was not, then she would cease and desist her quest for sure. As she perused the aisle to the B portion of the rock section, Romy's eyes suddenly caught sight of a familiar person.
Standing before her very presence, just barely 3-5" from her was a pure goddess. She knew this girl before back in high school when they both graduated the previous year. It was Julie Spencer.
What was Julie Spencer doing here inside Liccorice Pizza?, Romy mused. She began to wonder why, but then she remembered that the pretty brunette girl was not the most outgoing . She tended to be shy, never wanting to hang with any other kids, but to keep to her books to keep her family proud. Now Romy was the exact opposite of Julie when they were both in high school. She was an Honor Student and track star who won a letter for helping her team win the CIF Championships for a third straight year in a row. Romy knew she was gay, and everybody else knew it much to the displeasure of her teachers and her parents, so she worshipped Julie from afar until they both graduated from Redondo Beach High in early June of 1977. She paid no heed to the promo announcing the new Superman that was out in theatres as she stared longingly and almost lovingly at Julie as she perused the A portion. Now Julie was dressed to befit her willowy if somewhat subdued demeanor in a long butter colored tank skirt with light blue floral print covered by a plush Royal blue velvet blazer complimented by well worn, brown leather platforms that suddenly betrayed her studious manner. Julie had always worn saddle shoes with her attire of parochial styled skirts and clean white shirts when she and Romy attended high school, but she was beginning to step out on her, albeit tentatively. Quickly remembering what she was after, Romy searched the B portion and found what she was looking for: The Babys-Broken Heart. With a triumphant smile, she turned to face the brunette beauty whose hair was long, yet parted in the middle as a part of the fashion that was indicative of the early 70's. Quietly clearing her throat, Romy was about to make her move.
"Funny seeing you here, Julie isn't it?", she questioned warmly to the girl in front of her.
Julie turned to the right and looked at Romy when she said, "Well hello, Romaine. What are you doing here?"
"I thought I get a new album while I was out on the town". She showed her the copy of The Babys-Broken Heart to Julie. "And what are you hoping to buy this evening?"
"I was hoping to purchase either Van Halen or Gerry Rafferty's latest. They said that the song Baker Street is awesome".
"The V and R portions are down the aisle if you are wondering, Julie".
It was the chance of the lifetime to get reacquianted with each other, and this time Romy was not about to back down, regardless.
"So how have you been since graduation?"
"Fine. Just fine. Why ask?"
Romy boldly asked, "I see you're alone on a Friday night such as this. Would you care to get a burger with me?"
There was a brief silence between the young women.
"Of course I'd love to. My parents are out shopping for Christmas presents, so I took the bus up from the South Bay Mall. Say what time is it?"
Romy quickly looked at her watch and said, "about 6 or 6:15. Are you expected home soon?"
"No. I told my folks I was doing a little holiday shopping of my own".
"I do hope your parents aren't upset with you for going out with a girl for a bite to eat".
"Who cares? Anyway, I'm ready for a little adventure tonight. Are you game?"
"I'm game if you are", replied Romy with a satisfied and victorious grin on her face.
"I'm going up to the register to pay this. I've been looking for this album since last summer and....."
"I don't really like Van Halen much. I'm more of a Black Sabbath groupy. Know what I mean?"
Julie winked a sly wink at Romy, letting her know that she was finally ready to venture out of her ordinary existence and that this would be Romy's lucky night.
"Of course I do, Julie. I'll wait for you by the door while you make your purchase, fair enough?"
"Fair enough", Julie chimed softly as both young women parted ways momentarily.
At the cashier, it was decided that each share in the payment of their records. Julie finally decided to get Gerry Rafferty after all.
"Will that be all, ladies?"
Both agreed and nodded to the man behind the counter as they pooled their money together to pay for their albums. Quickly and graciously, Romy opened the door for Julie to walk out through as both young women entered into the chilly evening air.
They walked only a few feet to Romy's car, a 1977 black TransAm, the same car featured so pivotally in Smokey and the Bandit .
"What a totally bitchin' car you've got there Romy".
"I know. Hop in and we'll go for a spin".
The redhead gallantly opened the passenger side of her car for Julie to climb into. Romy swiflty and struttingly walked around the trunk side of the TransAm and got in on the driver's side.
With the motor started up, the TransAm waited for a clearing in the traffic and then roared out and down Hawthorne Blvd. and into the night to points uncertain.
TO BE CONTINUED
Please do feel free to send your comments on the beginning of my story. I'd like to hear from you. Bye for now
Keith