Moonlight Magic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Gay and Lesbian  |  House: Booksie Classic

I am not familiar with the LGBT culture, however, I wish to write stories from all points of view. Hopefully, I got this right.

Lovers, hand in hand, stroll under the light of the moon, or so the songs say. Like the tides, the romantic tug of its silvery beams peaks under a mystical aura when the disc is full. It was on such a night that Teri began her trek out onto the plains in search of love.

Love didn't come easy to Teri. She wasn't pretty. She was cursed with big bones, and she was uncommonly strong for a girl her age. The kids in school called her "The Tank". Although she had the same needs and desires as any girl, her longings went unfulfilled, at least most of the time.

The Great Plains stretch from near the Arctic Circle in Saskatchewan all the way to the far banks of the Rio Grande in Coahuila, Mexico. It was Teri's good fortune to live there, on the edge of a vast wilderness of grass, the perfect place for a forbidden rendezvous.

It was the night of the high school junior-senior prom. Teri was the only student who wouldn't attend. She had been invited on a date, and she had been thrilled about it until she learned that the boy who asked her out had been paid for his services. The kids who instigated the caper had good intentions, but they only made things worse.

The rising moon beckoned as Teri slipped under the fence wire and strode upon the endless sea of waving grass. She left early. She had a long way to go, and it would be a pleasant walk, her every step heightening her anticipation for her meeting with Cheryl.

Cheryl was the opposite of Teri in almost every respect. Cheryl was popular. She was both beautiful and athletic. She was called "The Gazelle" because of her prowess in track, especially in the 10K competition. She was also gifted with a natural charm that can't be taught. Wherever she went, she was embedded in a swarm of admirers.

The bond between Teri and Cheryl was entirely predictable. They both suffered because of men. The reasons were very different, but the effect was the same. They both mistakenly believed the other lived a better life. They wanted to trade places. Since that was impossible, they sought refuge in each others company. It's not that they were lovers. It was nothing like that. Rather they sought love vicariously in each others stories, a pretend world where Teri could be popular and where Cheryl could be left alone.

Teri walked three hours as the moon climbed the sky. She wasn't in any hurry because it would be at least midnight before Cheryl could sneak away from the prom. Once there, a shallow depression hidden from view in the rolling landscape, Teri knew she wouldn't have long to wait. Cheryl, the gazelle, could cover the distance in a fraction of the time.

Teri was shocked when Cheryl trotted into the hollow. Her friend's prom dress was scandalous. It was so skimpy and slinky and clingy that surely the teachers wouldn't have let her in dressed like that. She must have worn something over it, something she didn't bring to the rendezvous.

Without thinking, Teri asked, "Can I see you naked?"

Stripped, with her arms spread wide, Cheryl stood on tiptoe and did a slow, 360 degree turn. She glistened in a sheen of perspiration in the magical moonlight. Her every curve and bulge and dimple and crease displayed the symmetry of a goddess.

Teri was caught in a twilight of wonder at the sight, suspended somewhere between awe and envy. She had never before imagined, much less witnessed, such physical perfection.

Cheryl threw herself down next to Teri. "Do me!" she commanded.

"Oh, no!" Teri exclaimed. "I didn't mean that. You know I'm not like that. I was just curious. You can understand that I don't see such things when I look in a mirror, can't you?"

"You started this, Teri. Now, I expect you to finish it. Here, give me your hand. I'll show you what to do."

Moonlight danced playfully on the empty plains during the long walk home. The orb was most of the way down the sky when the girls slipped underneath the fence and back into civilization. There wasn't much light. It wasn't needed. Teri was lit by her inner glow.

Copyright © 2011 - 2015 William C. Bell; All Rights Reserved

Submitted: October 11, 2015

© Copyright 2022 Whiskey Charlie. All rights reserved.

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B Douglas Slack

Reads just fine to me, Charlie. Love is where, and how, you find it. If it strikes, you pay attention, or suffer the slings and arrows of "what if..." and "why didn't I...". ~Tom

Sun, October 11th, 2015 4:52pm


Thanks for the read, Tom, and for taking the time to comment. Not having any real familiarity with the subject, this is the best I could do.

Sun, October 11th, 2015 10:21am


As a piece of writing it is well paced and flows well. Could do with a bit more depth and substance but pretty good overall. ~EoM

Sun, October 11th, 2015 6:09pm


Thank you for the read and for taking the time to comment.

Sun, October 11th, 2015 12:05pm

Vance Currie

I see what you mean about trying different genres. You must have been way out of your depth with this one, Charlie, but it worked. I know little about inter-female relationships, but your story seemed entirely credible. No doubt Terri and Cheryl will be much happier now that they have found compatibility in each other. ~ Joe

Sun, October 11th, 2015 9:04pm


Thanks, Joe. The girls seem like a happy couple to me. Unfortunately, I have so few female fans that I don't know if the story works for that segment of the population.

Sun, October 11th, 2015 3:03pm

Labyrinth Black

I think it works very well ^_^ As you know, I am bi, and know all about dating other women. Though I have never been in a relationship quite like this one, I believe that it may happen to other people ^_^ So, yes, like from me, and I'm gonna miss you if you're away for too long ^_^

Best wishes and best fishes,
Labby xxx

P.S: I might post a chapter or two of Dollshouse to give you something to read when you get back ^_^

Mon, October 12th, 2015 8:59pm


Thank you, Labby. Like I've said, I am out of my element on this subject, but I gave it my best shot. By the way, I am home from clinical testing and meeting the doctor in Houston. I am due to fly back in two weeks for the first go 'round of minor surgeries before they do the big one to (hopefully) remove the tumor from my chest. Best wishes.

Wed, October 14th, 2015 11:28am

Chris Green

I'm glad you're back posting on booksie, Whiskey Charlie. I missed your stories. They never disappoint and neither does this one. Perfectly paced little piece which entertains and informs.

Tue, October 13th, 2015 8:58am


Thank you, Chris, for the kind comment. Life is being a bitch at the moment, and, naturally, writing has a lower priority now that I am fighting cancer big time.

Wed, October 14th, 2015 11:33am

Jason Crager

Very good Charlie. Your writing technique and amazing use of vocabulary surpasses all genre restrictions. Another superbly written story.

Fri, October 16th, 2015 10:09pm


Thank you very much, Ronin. You know I value your opinion in such matters.

Fri, October 16th, 2015 3:22pm

H. Adams

You have so much versatility as a writer. I'm jealous. I mean, poetry and now this? From a person like you who's had a lifetime of experiences, I should've expected it. Fantastically written, a perfect length, and really nice imagery. I loved the end description of the moonlight and her inner glow. Truly magical.

Mon, October 19th, 2015 1:03am


Thank you for the read, Hanorbi, and for the kind comments. I am happy any time a story entertains a reader.

Sun, October 18th, 2015 10:19pm

D. Thurmond aka JEF

Well done, reminiscent of a scene from the film, "The Color Purple", but in no way taken from that. The visuals were great, leaving just enough for the reader's mind's eye. --- Great read, thanks!

Tue, November 3rd, 2015 5:48pm


Thank you, JEF. I've never seen "The Color Purple". The story just came to my mind's eye one, scene after another, so I just put it down as I imagined it.

Tue, November 3rd, 2015 11:37am

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