LesFan

Lesbian Fan Social Network

    Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of PG-13. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, November 12, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Stained – Chapters 20 and 21

    Story written on November 30, 2006 by Nocturnal.
     Login to add story to favorites
     Login to add author to favorites
    43 votes, average: 3.44 out of 543 votes, average: 3.44 out of 543 votes, average: 3.44 out of 543 votes, average: 3.44 out of 543 votes, average: 3.44 out of 5 (43 votes, average: 3.44 out of 5)
    You need to be a registered member to rate this post.     Loading ... Loading ...
    Genre(s):
    Rating:
    fanfiction(s):
    Character(s): ,
    Number of Comments: 16
    Words: 5685
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=63403
    Author Notes:

    Date night part two and Bette’s coming out story. A B&T Beginning.

    Chapter 20

     

    After about a twenty minute drive, Bette pulled over.

     

    “Alright,” she said, unbuckled her seat belt and got out.

     

    Tina followed suit, even though she didn’t have a clue why they where there. It was kind of a bad part of town and the only thing she could discover were three strip clubs. She was so busy praying to every single deity she could think of that Bette’s favorite place was not in fact a strip club that she almost didn’t notice her date was walking towards a tiny little bar sandwiched in between the strip clubs.

     

    Bette waited for her to catch up and then she opened the door to the inconspicuous little establishment.

     

    “Lord have mercy, am I havin’ a heart attack or is that really Elizabeth?” the tiny, wrinkled African American sitting at the bar yelled out. He mockingly reached for his heart with one hand, the other remaining on the half-empty beer glass on the counter.

     

    “Heart attack? Ha, you’re just farshikkert, again,” his companion told him. The equally grey and wrinkled little heap of person had his back to the door and apparently felt no need to try and verify such a ridiculous statement.

     

    “Far-whatever-it-was-you-said, my sweet behind! Just turn around, Simcha, she’s right there.”

     

    “Please leave your tuchis out of it.”

     

    “Wha’s wrong with my tush? Ain’t nothin’ wrong with my tush! Ask Bette.”

     

    The other just mumbled something under his breath that sounded a lot like “Meshugine.”

     

    Then Bette decided that it was probably time to announce her presence.

     

    “Hey Earl, how’ve you been?”

     

    Upon hearing the familiar voice, Earl’s companion spun around with remarkable speed for someone his age and when he spotted the source of the sound, he almost fell off his bar stool in surprise.

     

    Earl’s laugh reverberated around the room. There was no describing it, really. His entire body shook and he laughed with long hauls.

     

    “Heeheehee. Oh, I been good, but as you can hear, my fine piece of ass needs defending.”

     

    Bette made her way over to the still stupefied senior and kissed him on the cheek.

    Page 1 of 9123Next ›Last »
    «
    FF Main Page
    »

    Comments

    1. Awwwww so sad, but still beautiful. I actually had the image of Bette as a hooker in my head. O.O And man do I fail. I was wondering, “What kind of name is Simcha?” And now I know, and knowing is half the battle. G.I. JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOE!

    3. Okay, I don’t know what was better…your author’s notes at the beginning or this fabulous story. You definitely have a way with words and I enjoyed both very much. Thank you for sharing your thought provoking story, as well as your rather interesting caffeine induced rant.

    6. Baby, start hitting that cokebottle, because if this is what comes out of your keyboard then… My god! So… incredibly… I cant even find words for it… wonderfull is an understatement!

    7. That was so beautiful. Not friends just someone to hang around with That was sad. That is call friendship. Yet they called each other misfits. I like the word and the meaning in this chapter. We all have misfits in our life thanksGod thanks

    8. Wow, it is nice to meet others who helped Bette through tought times. I would love to have non-friends (but really friends) like those men. Now Tina is meeting these very special men in Bette’s life.

    Leave a Reply