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Author Topic: The Old College Try - Lesbian, Modern, College Romance  (Read 1048 times)

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The Old College Try - Lesbian, Modern, College Romance
« on: March 25, 2018, 04:25:18 pm »

The Old College Try
Inspirations:   Previous story idea "Don't Let Me Down"
Rating:  Light or Bondage, depending on kinks and discussions
Pairing:  Female X Female (College Female X College Female)
Looking For:  Seeking Female Characters.
Themes:  Modern.  College.  Homosexual Relationships.  Coming Out of the Closet.  Art. 

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This is inspired by one of my previous story ideas, "Don't Let Me Down".  I'm not opposed to this turning into it eventually, but would prefer to keep it as it is for the time being.

I would like to do a story based around two people coming together and finding a real, deep, passionate love in college.

One character I saw as coming from an affluent background, one that is a bit more religious and old fashioned, who also struggles with her own sexuality and the upbringing she's had.  The other character I saw as someone who is a bit more comfortable with herself, is out, and is someone who is more liberated with herself and doesn't care what others think.  I'd like for a relationship to develop between the two of them, where one brings the other more out of her shell and helps her to embrace herself, while falling in love with each other.

A way I saw the two of them meeting up was through a art project in school.  Maybe the one who is more comfortable and out is looking for a model to do a tasteful nude project for a class, and the more repressed one, wanting to get out of her shell a bit more, signs up on a whim, trying to be more free with herself.

I saw this taking place over several sessions, and their getting together to hang out in-between sessions.  I'm not looking for something sexual to take place immediately. 

More than open to suggestions.  Despite how this is written, nothing is set in stone.  I love and prefer to work with a partner in the building and expansion of a story idea.

I'm open to and more than up for writing either character.  If you're interested, please feel free to send me a PM.

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Re: The Old College Try - Lesbian, Modern, College Romance
« Reply #1 on: March 29, 2018, 01:16:50 am »
A potential opener, if anyone is interested.

My muse is quite high on this.









“I really think we can make a difference.” Tiffany said over the din of the dormitory hallway.  “Like, it's not hard to see how deplorable the state of things are around here, you know?”

Sarah Walford gently nodded her head as she tried to keep up with the shorter blonde, torn between wanting to look around at the sights and sounds that surrounded them, and wanting to keep track of the little blonde in the growing sea of people.

“I mean, you can take one good look around, and just see how filthy things are here on campus.  Just so horrible...” The blonde continued, marching forth.  Around them came the shambling students of Willis Hall, still struggling to shake off the shackles of sleep and fatigue.  “There are times when I really wish I had just listened to my parents, and went to Saint Thomas, but if we could just save one soul, just one, it'd be worth it, you know?”

Again Sarah nodded her head, turning her gaze to the occasional opened dorm room, taking a peak into the private lives that laid beyond the often closed doors.  “Yes.” She said in her gentle voice.  “I agree.”

While Tiffany had come to Ashford University to try and save souls, to spread the word of God and try and be the good young Christian she had been born to be, Sarah could not say the same.

It was experiences such as that, being surrounded by something new, something different, that had brought her to a college like Ashford.  A place far removed from home, and that protective, close-knit bubble she had been born and raised within.  Walking around dormitories, like Willis, was the sort of experience that had made her want to come to a university that was full of life and diversity.

But as far as Tiffany knew, as far as her parents knew for that matter, Sarah had just wanted to meet others like her, others that fit the mold of being pure, innocent, and devout. 

“Do you think we'll find anyone?” Sarah asked, holding the stack of remaining fliers close to the chest as they pushed on through the residents going their own way.

“I won't lie Sarah, it's hard to say.” Tiffany said.  “But God would want us to try, you know?”

Personally, Sarah didn't think God cared one way or another if they tried, if they had put up a hundred fliers or no fliers at all.  But the young woman kept her opinion to herself.  It'd do her no good at all to upset her roommate, and by extension, the closest thing to a friend she had, by speaking her mind.

It also meant joining the Young Christians group, and being volunteered to help post fliers across campus about upcoming events.  Movie nights.  Ice cream socials.  Study groups.  Bible studies.  The sort of atmosphere she had grown up in, had spent her life surrounded by.  But she wasn't home, under the ever watchful eyes of her parents, removed from the tutors and home schooling that had ruled her life.  A small price to pay for the college experience she had wanted.

The bulletin board was a crowded space, full of miscellaneous fliers and notes tacked on over the days and weeks.  For a moment, Tiffany and Sarah had looked on, one seeking out a perfect space (even if it meant taking down a someone else's in the process, for it was all going to be alright with God), the other letting her eyes wandering across the collection of notes and notices.

An ad for a new drummer.  A notice about upcoming gaming sessions.  An ad offering tutoring services.  Sarah was glancing over them when Tiffany sucked her teeth in mild disgust.  “See?” She said, reaching up to remove a flier from the cork board.  “This is the kind of filth we're fighting, Sarah.” Her eyes went back to the paper.  “Artistic nude?  It's nothing but pornography...  They should be ashamed of themselves...”

Tiffany balled the ad up as before reaching for a flier from Sarah's hands.  Soon the pristine white paper went up in the open space, adjusted to near perfection by the perfectionist in Tiffany.  “There.” She said, taking a step back to admire it.  “Now, instead of an ad for pornography, it's an ad for salvation.  I feel better already, don't you?”

Softly Sarah shrugged her shoulders offering a meek, gentle smile.  “I guess so.”

“Awesome blossom.” Tiffany grinned as she handed over the balled up flier.  “Throw that away, would you?”

~~~~~

For the life of her, Sarah could not figure out why she did not throw the balled up ad away.

At the moment, she had accepted it into her hand, offering a quiet nod of acknowledgment, before shoving the balled up paper into the pocket of her jeans.  And instead of depositing it into a trashcan, like she would with any other piece of refuse, it remained there, throughout the day, throughout the remainder of their pilgrimage across campus and classes.

It was only when she was alone in her dorm room that she finally pulled it out to look at it.

She should have been studying herself, trying to maintain the grades that had carried her thus far into the upper echelons of her class, but for the life of her, Sarah could not help but to think of the paper.  It haunted her thoughts, lingered in the back of her mind, wondering what sort of thing it might truly be.

She felt almost wrong, almost as if she were doing something dangerous, by taking out the paper.  Tiffany was gone for the evening, meeting with her trigonometry study group, and as she had waited for her to leave, to give herself a bit of privacy, Sarah could not help but to feel like a kid again.  She was reminded of hiding books from her parents, of waiting until they were gone, before diving into the forbidden worlds she had been denied.

It was smoothed out upon the desk, beneath the desk lamp as if it were some piece of incriminating evidence.  And for a long while, Sarah simply looked at it, and wondered.  She was reminded of the art books she had looked at when visiting the library, of the paintings and portraits that had struck her in such a profound way, moving her in ways she had never felt before from a photograph.

Would this be on that level?  The level of a masterpiece?  Undoubtedly not, but Sarah couldn't help but to be curious about it nonetheless.

What would it be like?  What would happen?  How would it all go down?  For the life of her, Sarah did not know, and that was the exciting part of it.

She had promised herself to be different at school.  To do things that she wanted for a change, to experience life beyond the perfect, meticulously curated life her parents had chosen for her.  To be herself.  For the most part, she had played by their rules.  Never late to class.  Joining the Young Christians.  Mingling with the others who had their faith play such large roles in their lives.

But why shouldn't she say no?

Her heart raced as she went to her computer and began drafting the e-mail.  It was as if her fingers had a mind of their own as they typed, acting upon their own accord in order to help her branch out.  What was the worst that could happen?

To whom it may concern...

I apologize for the tardiness of my response to your advertisement.  I was wondering if you were seeking candidates for your art project? 

If so, I would like to arrange a meeting at your convenience to discuss details.


Be bold, she told herself.  Be different, she said.  “Do it for yourself.” She said aloud, as the message zoomed off into space with the pressing of a button.

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Re: The Old College Try - Lesbian, Modern, College Romance
« Reply #2 on: April 19, 2018, 06:21:11 pm »
And because I honestly, truly, don't care what character, another potential opener...

Again, my muse is quite high on this...








Every so often, an idea came to her that simply would not leave her thoughts.

An image that burned so brightly, so hotly, in a way that was blinding to almost anything else.  Try as she might to focus upon another project, to try and devote some of her muse's attention elsewhere to things that were far more needy, her mind always came back to what was perfection; illusive, desirable, unobtainable.

In lectures...  When she should have been focusing on the boring diatribes and recitations from books, when she should have been taking notes and putting all of her attentions on the topic at hand...  Her mind went back to the image.

With friends...  While they talked about what movies they were pining to see, what music they had been listening to, or who fucked who and other sordid gossiping...  She thought of the image that simply would not leave her thoughts.

It was there, lurking in the background, haunting her thoughts and attentions.  An endless taunting of what she had wanted, and what had seemed like a nearly impossible thing to bring out of the realm of thoughts and day dreams, and into the world of the living.

And try as she might to try and recreate it herself, to conjure up the image in her mind and draw it the way she had wanted, it simply never truly seemed to work.  The sketchbook that sat before her was evidence of that, the collection of failures and inadequacies.  Always hollow, always missing a certain something that was intangible.

Which was what had driven Andi to doing something she was sorely regretting.

She knew she would get plenty of meaningless, junk messages.  Trolls that lurked on campus that had seemingly far too much time on their hands.  Friends who thought it would be funny to prank her.  Idiots that, by some miraculous way, gotten into college without the ability to read.  And far, far, far too many dick pics.

But that was what she got, she supposed, for putting up fliers for a nude model.

There were plenty of headaches, to say the least.  Yet, once in a while, in the two weeks that had elapsed since the fliers had been posted upon bulletin boards across campus, there were a few actual, decent responses.  Just ones that never seemed to pan out.

The few that seemed serious enough to meet, at least, never seemed to pan out.  So often they met in places like Planet Java, where Andi found herself sitting in the early, frosty morning.  Public, for both of their peace of minds.  But one after another just never seemed right.  They were missing that something special, that divine spark that had been so elusive.

She should have just forgotten about the whole damn things, she knew.  There were more than a few times when Andi thought of just doing away with the whole damn project and try with all of her might to do another project, to throw herself completely with reckless abandon into some other machination of her mind.  But she still held on to hope, held onto the crazed, desperate hope that maybe the next girl would be the one, be the light her muse had been searching for...

Which was why she was there instead of at work.

Andi sat alone at the table in the back of the small coffee shop on campus.  The smell of the roasting coffee beans and baked goods perfumed the air as she sipped her steaming hot chocolate.  Would this be the one, she thought?  Probably not, but she had to hope, she supposed, as she waited for the next reject to come on down and waste her time.

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Re: The Old College Try - Lesbian, Modern, College Romance
« Reply #3 on: December 07, 2018, 01:24:35 am »
Giving this a bump.

It should be noted that neither of the above pieces are set in stone.  I'm happy to rearrange and change either of them, and are only what I had in mind should I write either character.  Your character is yours to create and write.

I should also point out that I'm looking for a partner who is willing and able to share the load of the story with me, rather than rely upon me to lead it as seems to happen more often than not in my solo stories.