Free Best Lesbian Romance 2014 by Radclyffe

and sit in front of me on folded legs, tilted head resting on her hand as she stared at my efforts like she was trying to figure out how we could ever be related.
    We were the same way when it came to our love life. Despite the fact that I was attracted to women and she to men, she tore through her men, eagerly unwrapping them as soon as possible and then discarding them just as quickly when what she found inside wasn’t to her liking. I, on the other hand, was content to explore each of my women slowly, always looking to discover something new inside each one, never wanting to give up even when I knew better.
    â€œGod, Antonia, I love the heat. It makes me feel so fucking alive. I think I never want to leave,” my sister announced with a throaty and cheerful inflection I hadn’t heard in a while, at least not since her breakup with Marco.
    I suppose that was the point of this vacation. To get to a happy place, to commiserate together as only sisters can and in the process help each other get over our exes. If only I could laugh about Delia. I was particularly bitter about my breakup with her because she had cheated on me. It had devastated me because I never saw it coming. I was too busy thinking of future dreams, of us moving in together, instead of the reality of her betrayal. I pushed away the memory as I regarded my sister with a wan smile of resignation.
    â€œGreat. You feel alive and I feel like I’m dying. I can see this is going to be a wonderful trip.”
    â€œJust give it a chance, will you? Don’t start checking out on me yet. Let’s at least check in to the hotel first, hermana.”
    I nodded compliance and headed toward the hotel, very intrigued by the idea of getting inside and basking in the comfort of air-conditioning.
    The hotel room was nicer than I’d imagined, terra-cotta floor tiles, handcrafted rustic furniture mixed with modern paintings and luxurious bed linens. Authentic but comfortable. I went immediately toward the wall panel to flip on the air conditioner as Marga opened the French doors that led out onto a small balcony, and with a quick smile over her shoulder at me, she went outside. I flopped onto the bed, only slightly feigning exhaustion. When I realized that Marga had no intention of coming back into the coolness of the room, I got up to join her on the balcony. She was leaning with her elbows on the rim of the wrought-iron enclosure, watching the breaking waves and cascading foam. It was a lovely view and took the edge off the unrelenting heat.
    â€œSo, what should we do first, grab lunch or go on that diving tour of the caves?” Marga asked without taking her gaze off the ocean.
    Marga was an experienced diver. She’d been talking about diving in the wondrous stalagmite caves of the famed Dos Ojos caverns for days. She had several brochures that showed beautiful pure and tranquil water and unique rock formations that turned the caves into another world. There was so much to see that even the bats that lived and roosted high up among the stalactites didn’t bother her as much as I thought they would. But I was not in the mood for adventure. Anyway, it wasn’t like we were a married couple. We were each free to do as we pleased.
    â€œHow about you go diving and I’ll go shopping,” I said lightly. She blinked in surprise, not sure if she was supposed to be happy about my suggestion or act disappointed.
    â€œWell, okay, but we’ll meet back at the hotel for dinner? How’s that sound?” she said with a little too much enthusiasm. So much for acting disappointed.
    â€œ Perfecto,” I replied. I left her to her personal commune with the natural wonders of Mexico as I grabbed my bag and went to commune with the simple splendor I often found shopping.
    On the advice of the front desk, I walked six blocks away from the beach and turned left onto the main street of the town. It supposedly offered the best variety of