Fan Fiction

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

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, March 29, 2024

    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

    You and Me – (Chapter: Faith and Love Aren’t So Different)

    Hot breath, crisp sheets, and warm fingers that caused the most exquisite tingling sensations to ripple across her skin. Wet tongues , soft lips, and an unbearable ache that she wanted to get rid of but wished would never go away.

    “The Lord is our shepherd and in his name we pray.”

    Spencer Carlin raised her gaze from the bible that she held in her lap and glanced around at the patrons attending mass, a slight grin on her face. ‘If only they could read minds.‘ she thought to herself.

    She sat on a rather uncomfortable wooden bench along with the rest of the Carlin Clan. Arthur and Paula were deep in prayer along with Clay while Glen kept making googly eyes with a girl in another row.

    Her head shook lightly in amusement, ‘Not even a broken leg can slow him down.

    The priest went on with the routine and Spencer went along with him, not really paying attention but basically knowing everything by heart. It was ingrained into her, it was automatic. She knew the expectations and prohibitions of the church. She knew that murder was wrong, loving your neighbor was praised, getting slapped on your cheek and turning your face only to be slapped again was admirable, honoring your mother and respecting your father was a commandment. Yet, if Spencer could go back in time to when Paula smacked her across the face… honor be damned she would’ve slapped her right back. At first the thought of retaliation startled her. How could she ever think of such a thing? But the pain, anger, and frustration that her mother had caused her in the past months was enough to bring her to at least the thought of it. Whether she could actually do it? Probably not.

    Paula Carlin, her mother, who at one time was her hero, now seemed so different to the girl. The strict attitude and constant absences had forced Spencer to re-evaluate just how much of her mother she wanted to emulate, if any at all. She understood her mothers upbringing but could not come to terms with her bigotry. Gran and Gramps were not people to have such unabashed hate for others due to their sexual orientation despite being staunch Catholics themselves. So where did it all come from?

    Her blue eyes gazed upwards until it settled on the crucifix that hung right in the front of the church. There he was, the man that sacrificed his own life for the sins of others. The man who challenged authority. The man who loved them all. ‘He looks so miserable.

    The wooden Jesus, with the crown of thorns, the nails in his hands in feet, and the downcast eyes did look like he was in much pain. If the Romans were capable of doing that to the son of God she could only imagine what Paula was capable of if she found out about her and Ashley. The thought of being ostracized by her own family made her heart twist painfully in her chest.

    The church taught her that forgiving is what good Catholics did. ‘Murderers were forgiven for taking lives and thieves were forgiven for taking livelihoods. So how can I not be forgiven for falling in love? How can love be a sin? How can sin taste so good? Be this beautiful? Feel so right? If God didn’t want homosexuality in the world then God wouldn’t have created it. Right?

    The rhetorical questions were making her head begin to throb lightly and she did her best to clear her thoughts the only way she knew how, she thought of Ashley.

    Vivacious, warm, caring, beautiful, sexy, spontaneous, flirty, deep, talented were only a few of the many words that came to mind when Spencer thought of her favorite fledgling rockstar. The brunette had been her first acquaintance in L.A., her first friend, and now her lover. She had been the missing piece in the puzzle of Spencer’s identity and the blond knew that she wouldn’t have been able to reconcile her feelings for girls if it weren’t for Ashley Davies.

    This was more than an intense crush for the two teenagers. This was what most people looked for and many never find. This was love.

    “Amen.”

    Leave a Reply