Autumn Nights (futa/female)

Story by Yellow

Alrighty, let me start off by stating that this is my first story that I've written, unless you count a story that I made completely based off of the music video for Flobot's song "Handlebars". But, that's a different topic entirely and was like 6 years ago. So, needless to say, this is going to be pretty rough with grammar, punctuation, and formatting; plus, I have no idea how good the actual story is. I know usually when two people talk, the each go into a separate paragraph, but I hadn't done that all the time here, since usually it's just one sentence, and pretty minor. I did all the proofreading for this myself, on like 3-4 different days, yet the entirety of it was written in like 3 hours. So any mistakes people catch would be greatly appreciated if they'd be noted, and any suggestions are welcomed. Any critiques about flow, details, etc. are important to me, since I'd like to grow better as a writer, especially since I plan a part 2 to this, and would like that to be as mistake free as possible. :)

Anyway, here are the tags for this portion:

Romance, futa x female, anal (very little and not how you may expect)

There's not a lot of sex in this one (at least by my standards), but the next part would be pretty much nothing but that. I have no idea when it will be posted, since proofreading kicks my ass by boring me to death (lol). If you enjoy the story, let me know. Any tips will be appreciated.

Also, I have no idea how to indent the first lines of the paragraphs (or if it's even possible), so I said screw it.

And here I am again spending another night within my room. Being eighteen, and completely unaware of the direction I wanted to take in life led me to remain home with my parents. This of course brings some consequences with it, just like what I went through earlier today. And so here I sit, staring out the window, still trying to decipher the mental gymnastics my mother… no, the woman who dares to call herself my mother, Rachel, had pulled earlier that day, trying to convince me with her subtle, passive-aggressive comments that my parent’s financial troubles were solely due to me and that I was lucky to be there. While I don’t necessarily believe it to be completely true, it always feels like her words have some sense of truth to them, even when I know deep down that they truly do not. So, moods like this always end up being a side effect of her rants, leaving me to just hide away in my room, looking out the window, contemplating almost everything about my life. Something about these autumn nights always calms me down, though. Knowing that it was a cool and breezy night outside, but sitting in a warm room while looking at the golden leaves littering the ground always brings me a sense of serenity. Golden leaves, those are one thing I can never look at the same. Ever since Kristina recited that poem to me, telling me that’s how I make her feel, I always get struck by a sense of peace, love, beauty, and uniqueness whenever I see those leaves. Even now, I can hear her soft voice in my head retelling it, that beautiful voice of the only person who can make my mind and heart race yet still make time slow to a halt. Just sitting here, I can feel her breath against my skin from her words as they echo in my head, “Nature’s first green is gold, her hardest hue to hold,” her voice starts off within my mind, “her early leaf's a flower, but only so an hour.” Her voice resonates in my head, and tonight, it makes me realize just how much I need her loving embrace, the smell of her hair, the sweetness of her voice, and to just be engulfed in the perfection that is her.

She hasn’t been living here too long, having just moved her recently. But, shortly after arriving, I was blessed enough to meet her. Then, it seemed she decided to move again… this time, right into the empty spot inside of my heart. While she was older than me by twenty four years, she and I related on more levels than I ever had with anyone else. Those conversations lasting nights spanning every topic from literature to games, from music to life experiences, seemed to connect Kristina and me to the point where we began to love one another. And on this night, after another annoying monologue by Rachel, I really need to feel the arms of the woman I love. While she lived nearby, I always disliked going to her house for something usually as trivial as this, but it was weighing heavier than usual upon me. How I would love to just go over to her house in my pajamas, but I suspect that the cool air outside would not be forgiving upon me if I do, so I strip down to just my purple lace 34B bra, and matching boyshort panties, smilingly slightly at the very slight bulge in them with the fleeting thought that it looks a little cute, as I look for an outfit. The first thing I grab, as I always do now, is one of my purple tank tops with l

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