Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlcock (Chapter 1)

Cindy has finally decided to make a move on her crush. But will things go the way she expects? And what will her roommates say once they find out she's been lying to them for two years? Just gotta keep being a girlboss.

Cindy had never before seen suck fuckery. And she had seen it all. Vomiting into a beer bong while the person drinking just kept going, someone getting their actual nuts stuck in a nutcracker, things done with eggnog that no person should ever have to see. Hell, she’d even walked in on her two roommates with their dicks stuck in a joke masturbator. But this, this was something else entirely. This was beauty, this was grace, this was the epitome of gay panic with a heaping spoonful of sapphic desire. This was the girl she’d been pining for, for years, right in front of her. She could feel her hot breath down her neck, the way her eyes peered over the tops of her glasses, the shine of her black lip gloss. As she inched ever so closer, her body trembled, and her heart was racing. This…was a dream.

Cindy flew upright in her bed as a loud crash from the kitchen ripped her out of her slumber. The gall of things outside of her control interrupting her sleep, was to her, a personal slight against all useless lesbians.

The muffled voices coming from outside her room let her know that her roommates were awake and up to something. She would deal with them momentarily, but first, she had to take care of the real issue at hand. She’d been woken up in the middle of a sexy dream.

After twenty minutes, two self-inflicted orgasms, and enough moaning into her pillow to make a ghost feel inadequate, Cindy let her vibrator tumble to the floor.

You know what they say, the best way to start your day, is a healthy dose of gay. At least, that’s what she always told herself. The truth was, she was just a bit of a disaster. But she always tried to be a fun disaster.

With a newly revitalized sense of self, Cindy decided it was time to go figure out what woke her up initially. After crawling out of bed, and putting on her Saturday best, she made her way to the kitchen where her roommates were wreaking havoc on the countertops.

"Babe you really need to watch where you're swinging that thing. You almost got it in my eye." Olivia said sternly.

"You weren't complaining about it being in your face earlier." A smug retort echoed through the apartment.

Cindy felt a pang of horror as she turned the corner, hoping that she wouldn't find her roommates spit roasting a beefy five layer burrito. Again.

A wave of relief washed over her as she saw Christine waving a wooden spoon around as Olivia placed the final piece onto a giant stack of pancakes.

Christine looked up, "Oh, hi Cindy! We made breakfast!"

"Yeah! We made pancakes and bacon! And, kinda broke a glass cause someone tried to balance it on her chest." Olivia glared at her girlfriend.

"I cleaned it up! And just you wait, one day I'm gonna be able to fit a cup between these mommy milkers." Christine chestured at her torso, and placed the plate filled with warm buttery flapjacks on the already set table in the kitchen. "Bone apple teeth!" She said and placed a kiss on Olivia's cheek.

Cindy sat down at the table and eyed the breakfast cake tower with the voracity of a jungle cat stalking its prey that just befriended a bear. While Olivia stammered in gay panic in front of the stove.

"This looks so good! I forgive you for interrupting my dream." Cindy mused as she piled bacon on top of pancakes in front of her. "I just need a little liquid energy and maybe I can actually go for it today."

Christine snapped around and looked at her suspiciously. "Go for what today? And what dream?"

Cindy, just like a billionaire who bought a social media platform in a failed attempt to seem cool, realized that she done fucked up. Quickly and expertly shoveling an entire pancake in her mouth to buy time, she tried to think up an excuse. "Uhm-frmf-bligh. You know, that super hard yoga pose."

"The crow? The scorpion? The handstand? Oh, is it the mermaid?" Olivia perked up and took a seat next to Christine.

"I–how do you know so much about yoga?" Never before had Cindy seen such fuckery.

Olivia blushed, "Oh well, you know you've been doing it for a while. And like, I wanna get more flexible for…" Christine not so subtly slid her hand over Olivia's thigh under the table which elicited a squeak. "...reasons."

With the speed of Hermes and gusto of Hades, Cindy finished breakfast and grabbed her bag to leave. She successfully avoided any further probing questions by her cringeworthy yet adorable roommates and was on her way to…not yoga.

It all started back when she first moved into her apartment. She had been right in the middle of a philosophy class, and needed to get a book, any book, and bring back the underlying themes, what it meant, and how it could be interpreted in any way you could think of. The last thing she wanted to do was find something boring, and spend money. So, Cindy had decided to make her way to the local library several blocks down from her new home. Admiring the neighborhood, petting the dogs on her way, and taking in the fresh air. Until, her breath was taken from her by an ethereal being in the form of a librarian.

With her commanding presence from behind the wood carved counter, her half rim glasses with the small chain attached to either side, the way the light only accentuated her striking eye liner. Cindy was left speechless as the goth girl of her dreams turned and asked if there was anything she needed help with.

With only minimal stammering, and performing an olympic feat of keeping her cool, Cindy explained her assignment and asked if there were any good books with swords and a female protagonist.

The bookstress took her time pondering the question while eyeing Cindy up and down. Until an internal lightbulb went off as the dark angel stepped out from behind the counter and motioned for Cindy to follow. She’d led her down a series of pathways and bookcases until they entered the LGBTQ+ section. The librarian ran her fingers down a shelf until she pulled a thick book out titled, Gideon The Ninth.

“I think this one would be to your liking. Necromancers in space with lesbians.” She said in a voice that made Cindy swoon like a misspelled spoon.

Cindy thought long and hard about everything that was being implied. The fantasy setting, the necromancers, the lesbians! How did this girl know? Could she sense her vibe? Did Cindy give off the lesbian vibe? She was going to have to conduct a vibe check later to make sure this wasn’t an actual witch. Even if this girl was, whatever dark spells she may cast would be worth it. Or maybe they would sex spells! Use an orgasm at the witching hour to imbue a stone with energy. No matter the case, Cindy was hitting peak gay.

After a few awkward comments and thank you’s, Cindy left and began her lesbian sword and pun-filled journey into literature. And ever since then, she’d go once a week to the library, and ask for obscure books or recommendations, just so she could talk with the hot goth who gave the ‘Do Me Decimal System’ a literal meaning.

She’d learned several things about the librarian so far. Her name was Eva. She was definitely some form of Queer. She used She/Her pronouns. And she has a black cat named Salem that she photoshopped onto band album covers.

It wasn’t as much as she’d hoped, but it was all she had to go on for now. But the day had arrived for Cindy to finally make her move!

Walking into the two story building was always fantastical. The scent of oak, paper, and endless worlds as far as the eye could smell, always set Cindy at ease. Something about the quiet, peaceful atmosphere was always so soothing. She always felt as if she could leave her whole life at the door, and take time just for her, and whatever story she got into. But the usual wistful admiration of the greatest public service ever provided would have to wait. She was on a mission.

With determination in her stride and panic in her chest, Cindy approached the counter where Eva the librarian held her post like a gothic gatekeeper of knowledge. Except, Eva wasn’t there. She was met by an absolute twunk of a man in suspenders. Todd, the other librarian. Not that there was anything wrong with Todd mind you. He was lovely, extremely knowledgeable, and had helped Cindy more than a few times. But he was no Eva. Maybe his Twink Daddy Professor vibe worked on other people, but not for this lesbian.

Cindy cleared her throat. “Um, I was actually hoping to speak to Eva about the last recommendation she made. Is she around?”

Todd checked his watch and looked around. “Well, she just left early for the day. I can take a message if you'd like?”

“Oh it’s okay. I don’t wanna be a bother. I’ll just stop by next week.” With the hastiness of the French, she quickly made her retreat.

As she turned around, Cindy was greeted by the sight of all sights. Eva, standing directly in her path. Decked out in combat boots, a black cargo skirt, white button up, and a black slim cut vest. It was all Cindy could do to keep her cool.

“Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii’m gay.” Cindy whispered. So much for keeping her cool.

The librarian giggled. “Hi gay, I’m Eva.”