Why She Continued.............. (fiction)

When they got to Nadia's door, she unlocked it and turned to hug Erin goodnight. She found Erin was staring at her.
"Are you okay Erin?" she asked. Erin just gazed into Nadia's eyes for a moment, and finally spoke.
"Nadia I love you," she said.
"WHAT?!?" was all Nadia could get out before Erin grabbed Nadia's face with both hands and kissed Nadia as deeply and passionately as she could muster. Nadia was shocked, and at first she tried to resist, but Erin's probing tongue would not be denied, and in truth, Nadia's heart had ached for Erin for as long as she'd known her, and she soon melted into Erin's arms. It was an involuntary reaction, but Erin took it as a signal to move further.
She began to caress Nadia's breasts through her shirt, which made Nadia squirm and moan aloud, and again, Erin thought this was a signal to move further.
She was wrong.
When Erin went to slip her hand inside Nadia's jeans, Nadia seized up, and her eyes grew wide with panic. Erin's finger got maybe an inch past the waistline of Nadia's jeans when Nadia abruptly pushed her away, screaming, "DON'T!"
Erin was hurt. She and Nadia stared at each other for a moment, in silence. Erin was speechless, and confused. Nadia broke away from eye contact. She looked at the ground.
"I think you should leave," Nadia said quietly, and went inside, leaving Erin alone on the steps.
Anger welled up in Erin. She felt like she'd been made a fool of, and was humiliated. She pushed Nadia's door open and stormed inside after her.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she shouted, looking for Nadia, wanting to chew her out, to give her hell.
Then she saw her.
Nadia was curled up in ball on her couch, crying. Erin softened suddenly, realizing something was very wrong here.
"Nadia? Sweetie?" Erin said.
"Please," Nadia sobbed, "just go away. You don't want me Erin, believe me. Just...just please... go away for now. We should just stay friends."
"Nadia," Erin started, "you weren't kissing me like a woman who wants to be 'just friends', so why don't you just cut this 'I'm not worthy' crap and tell me the truth. I've known since we met that there's some big dark secret inside of you that's kept you at arm's length, even though I KNOW in my heart that you love me too! I can FEEL it every time I touch you! I KNOW it! So why don't you just tell me what it is that's getting between us!"
Nadia looked up at Erin, her make-up streaked with tears.
"Because I DO love you Erin," she cried, "so much that my heart breaks just to look at you, and I know if I tell you my secret, you're going to hate my guts. I couldn't bear that, if you hated me, so I can't be your girlfriend."
Erin sat down beside Nadia and took hold of her hands.
"Sweetie," she began, "I didn't tell you that I love you as some line to get into your pants. I meant it, with all my heart. I'm in love with you Nadia. I have been for a long time. I've ached just to be with you. You've become my whole world. So short of confessing to mass murder, or telling me you're secretly a nazi, you couldn't possibly tell me anything that would make me run okay? So please just tell me what's holding you back."
Nadia sighed, and stood up, facing Erin.
"Alright," she said dejectedly, "but remember, YOU insisted on knowing, so you can't blame me if you get sick or anything."
Nadia began stripping, peeling off her clothes until she stood wearing only her panties before Erin.
"Look at me Erin, and tell me what you see." "Well," Erin said smiling, "I see a beautiful, sexy, sweet young woman whom I adore."
"No," Nadia said, "you see tits. I grew them when I turned twelve, because I have an ovary."
"Um, AN ovary?" Erin asked, a little confused.
"Yes," Nadia said, "AN ovary. You see, I'm intersexed. Mother Nature played a cruel trick on me when I was born. That's why my parents hated me. They wanted me to be a boy, and my body wouldn't comply. Then I grew the breasts and they couldn't hide in their denial anymore. They could no longer pretend that I was THIS."
With that, she removed her panties. Erin had to blink to be sure that she saw what she thought she was seeing.
"My parents called me a demon-spawn, a curse from Satan," Nadia continued. "I spent my teens being shipped from foster-home to foster home, being beaten up, called 'freak' and 'faggot'. My life was a living hell. Finally when I turned 18, I moved here, changed my name, and finally got to be who I wanted to be, who I really am. But how can anyone accept me as a woman once they know I have this, this THING."
The "thing" in question was very clearly a penis, above an underformed vagina and one small bulge that may have been a testicle once.
There," said Nadia, "so now you know. I've learned to keep it secret because everyone who ever found out about it has shit onme."
Nadia closed her eyes, crying. "Before you go," she said, "promise me you'll keep my secret. Promise you won't tell."
For a moment, there was silence. Then Nadia heard some movement, some rustling sounds. She heard footsteps, and heard her front door, which had been left open by Erin, being shut. She assumed Erin was gone, and sighed. She was still crying, but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and see an empty apartment.
Then she felt it. Warm breath softly hitting her cheek, and finger gently wiping away her tears, a deep, passionate kiss, and a pair of warm hands holding hers. She opened her eyes to see Erin standing before her, nude and smiling.
"Come to bed baby," Erin cooed. "It's well past time you learned how to let someone love you."
"You're not angry with me?" Nadia said in surprise. "You're not upset that I'm a hermaphrodite? A shemale?"
"You're a WOMAN Nadia," Erin said, and pointed at Nadia's cock. "THAT, is just a body part. It doesn't define who you are. Your HEART does that, and you have one of the sweetest, purest, truest hearts I've ever known. You're as much a woman as I am, and I love you just the same."
Nadia cried and smiled and giggled, all at the same time, and threw her arms around Erin, hugging her like the world would end if she let go.
"Oh god Erin, I love you so much!" she squealed happily.
"Damn skippy you love me!" said Erin, "How could you have thought I'd hate you! I love you more than anything! Now please, come to bed. I want to share everything with you, I want no more walls between us. Please, let me love you, okay? Besides," she winked, giving Nadia's cock a playful squeeze, "I've heard these things can be a lot of fun in the right hands!"
Nadia giggled, and let Erin lead her to bed. The two of them made love through the night, touching, tasting, feeling, and learning each other, sharing their whole beings, heart and soul. Nadia finally fell asleep, smiling, safe and warm in Erin's arms. Erin couldn't sleep though. She was stroking Nadia's hair, still licking Nadia's taste from her lips, smiling, and thanking God for bringing this beautiful, unique angel into her life, and into her heart.
After that night, the two of them became inseparable. They were rarely seen apart, and always seemed to revel in each other's presence. Erin even got to have her wedding, based on the technicality of Nadia's physical sex. Nadia even loosened up, becoming very friendly and popular at the nightclub, but it was Erin who owned her love, and whose love she in turn cherished with all her soul.
The moral of the story? Never judge YOURSELF by the cover. It prevents you from seeing in yourself what others may see in you.
The End, for now.

By Penny Sautereau