Alpha Gamma's Secret

Soon after, Gina and Molly were sitting at a table, eating quietly. As
Molly put another forkful of salad into her mouth, Gina removed a folded
up, wrinkled piece of lined paper from her pocket. Molly's eyes widened in
horror. Gina began to read: "Dear Gina, I know this is very inappropriate
of me to write, even though I will probably never give it to you. I just
wanted to write down all the feelings I have for you. You are my best
friend and I love you like a sister. However, I cannot deny my attraction
to you. Since the day we met, I've been in love with you. I don't know if
you are a lesbian or not.

I don't think you are. But, even if you are, I
know we can't be together. I have a secret that would make a relationship
between us impossible. It tears me up apart inside how much I love you.
I'm sorry, I can't help it. Please don't hate me. Love, Molly." Gina put
the paper down on the table and slid it across the table to Molly. She
grabbed it quickly and studied it. Molly had written this letter several
weeks ago and hidden it under her mattress with no intention of ever
letting Gina see it. Somehow, though, Gina had found it.

"I don't know what to say," said Molly, blushing madly on the verge of
tears.

"You don't have to say anything," said Gina. "I feel the same way about
you."

Molly looked her in the eyes. She seemed sincere. "You do?"

"Absolutely," said Gina. "You're beautiful and funny and sweet and smart
and sexy and fun. I love you . . . and not just as a sister or friend.
You don't need to be ashamed of whatever secret you have. We all have
secrets."

"Mine is a big one," said Molly sadly. How could she tell the girl she
loved that she had a penis? "You can't know."

Gina looked around. "Let's go somewhere more private to talk."

- 3 -

Soon, the girls were in the privacy of their shared bedroom. Molly sat
down on the bed, resting her face in the palms of her hands. She felt like
crying in embarrassment. The thrill of realizing that Gina loved her too
was lost on Molly. She was terrified of her secret being exposed. For a
moment, Molly hated the cock in her pants, hated the way it twitched at
each thought of Gina's sweet tits, her supple ass . . .