Girl in the Middle
By Annie Dean
Ever since Helen Melville and I had broken up last month, I’d been restless. The need had been building within me, lately, for something…I wasn’t sure how to name it. I wanted more than just a simple relationship, but I didn’t know what that meant.
I had no preference as to gender, either. I could be comfortable with a girl. Or a guy. Or two guys. That last one, though, was the stuff of dreams, something I longed to experience, but it remained firmly in my fantasies.
I’d never shared by secret desires with anyone. It was something I’d kept to myself, unsure of how others would think of me if they found out. I’d probably be mortified if it became public knowledge. I sometimes wondered if I was a pervert. Was there something wrong with me?
I worked as a
