I Kissed a Girl

(Part 1 from 8)

A serious, emotional story about two women who find true love. Quite long. I was sick of reading stories that don't explain WHY people fall in love.

DISCLAIMER: If you're just looking to read about fucking, this story is not for you!

1. The story is fairly high on intellectual content probably a bit too high I got carried away. :-)
2. There is not so much sexual content...but I did put in elaborate sex scenes (quality over quantity)...keep reading, you'll get there!
3. A lot of strong opinions have been expressed...they're just opinions...not even necessarily all my own...so if you disagree, please don't try to debate with me.
4. I'm not good at descriptions...I prefer rapid-fire dialogue and letting my characters speak for themselves. For that reason, this will read more like a movie script than a story.
5. I've referenced some of my favourite music all over the story. All song lyrics are copyrighted to the bands mentioned in the text. More importantly, if you haven't heard these songs, kick yourself for ignorance, and GET THEM NOW!
6. If you find any grammatical errors, please mail me!

Thanks, and enjoy.

- brand new writer



Jodie Fischer grabbed her cigarette pack from the bedside table. She quickly took out a cigarette and lit it. "Fuck, I did it again!" she exclaimed between puffs. She was late for work again -- work being a rising software company in New York that she was project manager for -- and on the exact day that she had to meet a new client.

She checked herself out in the mirror one last time. She always dressed conservative and business-like. This morning she was wearing a pair of formal dark blue pinstripe pants, with a matching fitted waistcoat over a white cotton shirt. Her straight light-brown hair fell down to her shoulders, and her light, olive-green eyes stood out against the outfit. She picked up her Discman, and put the earphones on. She was incapable of thinking without music in her ears. She hit the play button. "Stress" by Jim's Big Ego came on. It was Jodie's work-anthem.

I'm addicted to stress, that's the way that I get things done
If I'm not under pressure, then I sleep too long
I hang around like a bum
I think I'm going nowhere and that makes me nervous
Everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
Everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
Everybody's out to get me but I feel all right
Everybody's thinking 'bout me

She grabbed her briefcase, locked up her apartment and made a mad dash for the nearest cafe to get a quick cup of coffee.

"Hey, Jo." Her friend Jay, the owner of the cafe, greeted her as she approached the counter, removing the earphones. "What'll it be today? The usual?"

"Yeah, before I completely lose my mind." Jodie grimaced.

"Whoa, big day, huh?" Jay smiled. He was used to seeing Jodie like this, completely disorganized and out of sorts. She was good at her job, there was no denying that...but she was constantly in some other world. She smoked, she was a caffeine addict, a music junkie, and she was *incapable* of speaking without shouting when under stress.

"You have NO idea. This new client..." Jodie began, but was cut off by a woman who appeared at the counter.

"Excuse me, can I get a coffee to go, NOW?" She sounded like she was in a hurry.

"Uhhh, excuse me," said Jodie, looking at her. "I think *I* got here first, and I'm in the middle of ordering."

"Oh, um, sorry," she said, "but I'm sort of in a rush, so if you don't mind..."

"Oh, um, that's right," said Jodie sarcastically, miffed at the woman's patronizing tone. "I mean, *I* look like I'm probably late for junior fucking high, so I'll just step back and let you real-world people get down to business."

She seemed momentarily taken aback by Jodie's tone, but recovered quickly before stepping aside, rolling her eyes and mumbling, "Damn New Yorkers."

"Oh, sorrreee," rejoined Jodie. "I'm not the 'too-polite-to-tell-someone-they're-stepping-on-my-toes' type. Sue me."

"What exactly is your problem?" she said, exasperated, turning to face Jodie. Jodie finally got a good look at her. She was an attractive dark-haired brunette, in her late twenties probably, with striking blue eyes, and somewhat taller than Jodie. Her hair was short, though, reaching just a little below her ears. She seemed like the dressed-for-success type, wearing a conservative black skirt that reached her knees, and a tight-fitting sleeveless black turtleneck. Jay looked like his eyes were going to pop out of his head.

"No problem here," said Jodie, lighting up another cigarette. "Jay, I'll have an espresso."

"And a coffee to go for me," said the woman. Jodie glared at her, and put her earphones back on.

"Coming right up," he said, amused that the two women were now deliberately looking away from each other.


"Sorry I'm late," said Jodie, entering the conference room.

Her boss, Wayne Lambert, looked up. "Well, you're in luck. Client's not here yet."

"Whew, that's lucky." Jodie sighed. "When did he say he'd come?"

"She," he corrected. "She's a Ms. Karen Smith, working for an independent magazine. I believe they want a fully-customized wordprocessor-slash-paintshop software built tailored to their requirements."

"Hmmm," said Jodie. "Sounds right up our alley." There was a knock on the door of the conference room. "It's probably her," she said, running to open the door. "Hi, and welcome to..." she began, only to stop short. It was the same woman she'd encountered at the cafe!

"You!" she exclaimed.

Oh, bloody hell, thought Jodie. What are the fucking odds? I mean, this is New York City, for God's sake!

"Is something wrong?" said Wayne.

"Oh, nothing," said Karen, wryly. "Just I didn't think you hired junior high students to handle big projects."

Wayne apparently thought it was a compliment, and started laughing. "Oh, no, Jodie's *much* older than that. She's done grad school, and everything. I mean, I should be so lucky, to have a Michelle Pfeifer working for me."

Yeah, thanks a lot, Wayne, Jodie mentally cursed him. I hope your foot goes so far down your mouth that it gets stuck in your intestine.

Karen just smiled sweetly at Jodie. "Shall we start?"

"Can't wait," said Jodie, smiling back her fakest smile.


"Jodie Fischer, Systems Analyst."

Karen Smith was sitting in her cubicle looking at Jodie's business card. She'd just gotten back to the magazine from the meeting with the software company -- and Jodie Fischer, who was in charge of the project. In spite of the tension between them, Jodie had been thoroughly professional, and once they started discussing the project, she had asked all the right questions and made the whole meeting go very smoothly. She'd even let her out saying, "Please don't hesitate to call me if you need to discuss anything else. I'd be happy to be of further assistance." Of course, Karen was pretty sure she'd said it through gritted teeth, but still. She smiled to herself.

"What is that, your new date?" said a voice behind her. Karen turned around to see her best friend Heather. "Picked up a chick?"

"Yeah, but it ain't meant to be," drawled Karen. "She's straight-as-an-arrow, not to mention rude, conceited and..."

"Gorgeous?" interrupted Heather, knowingly.

Karen started laughing. "Yeah, unfortunately."

"How do you know she's straight?" asked Heather.

"I don't know. We just sort of know." Karen sighed, then added jokingly, "My people have a very highly-developed gaydar. Plus it helped that she was constantly touching and flirting with some of her male colleagues."

"That doesn't mean anything. You flirt with men."

"Why are you pushing this?"

"I don't know...you were smiling at the business card."

"Oh, for God's sake," Karen said incredulously. "We can't stand each other."

"But she seems interesting, right?" asked Heather.

This was so typical of Heather, thought Karen. Putting words into my mouth, creating a situation where there was none. "Yeah, she's obviously bright and witty and has a sense of humor," she said.


"So what?"

"So, are you going to call her?"

"For what? For another catfight?" Karen rolled her eyes. She got up, and starting pushing Heather out of the cubicle. "Listen, this is getting ridiculous. Get out of here and let me work."

"Fine," said Heather, dejectedly leaving. "But I'm tellin' ya, I got a good feeling about this one."

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