Mandy dreams of what might have been.

Angel lowered her face back to her book, aware that she was acting weird. She was always like this when she met new people, especially a girl of her own age who she found attractive. She wished she had more confidence but it she knew other girls found her a bit weird.

Boys too, but that did not bother her. She lost interest in boys after meeting an older girl at a party. She had found herself attracted to her and, nervously but excited, she had accepted her invitation to go to her place for a drink after the party. It soon became obvious that the older girl was a lesbian, something Angel had no experience of, but she could not disguise her excitement when the girl kissed her. One thing led to another and, before the evening ended, she found herself lying across the girls lapped with her skirt around her waist, her panties around her ankles, being spanked! It was embarrassing, a little painful, but without any doubt, the most exciting experience of her life.

That relationship had not lasted long as the older girl moved away, but not before she had excited Angel beyond belief as she lead her through ever increasing sexual perversions. From that moment on, Angel had known she would never have any further interest in boys. She knew that she was destined to be a lesbian – the only problem was, she was too shy to do anything about it.

Peeking up over her textbook, she appraised her new room mate, Mandy. She was pretty but sort of conservative. Hardly the sort of girl who was going to make her pulses race. Angel thought she had probably made a mistake telling Mandy where to put her case. She probably had her marked down as a bossy type now when nothing was further from the truth.

Silently sighing, her eyes dropped back to her book as she reflected on Mandy almost certainly being one for the boys. Give her five years or so and she would probably be married to some geeky computer technician and have a baby bouncing on her knee.

But hey-ho! That was the story of Angel’s life. She had had her one moment of ecstasy. A few weeks with the girl of her dreams. At least she had that to look back on and to fuel her dreams.