Fuck she bit her lip and I just made up a lie. I thought she was straight. "So, I have a question but you dont have to answer, is that okay?" I look at her. She's so beautiful. What is wrong with me, why am I so nervous and clammy. She looks up at me. Her hair now hanging down in her natural curly style. She tucks a loose curl behind her ear and looks at me and nods. Shit, okay man up Taylor. "Okay, can I have your number? Just to provide buddy tips." Of course I chickened out what was I going to say, hi I'm gay, please be gay for me so we can be gay together. "Yeah that's fine." She chuckles. I decide to be bold though and I take a pen and write my number on her hand and then look up at her and smile. She blushed. Score.
"Hey, it's Hallie. Sorry it's late, but I've just finished at the gym." No wonder she's so beautiful. She works out. Utter perfection. "Hey, you fit nut. It's so late, go sleep or I'll put you back with Tony. I need my beauty sleep or I won't look as hot for you tomorrow." A risk by worth it. She said "I think you always look good." I smile at the text and go to sleep.
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Teen FictionTaylor is a 20 year old lesbian who just moved into her own apartment. She finally gets the freedom to enjoy her life and has a very active sex life with women, but has fallen in love with a straight girl, Hallie, 18. Hallie keeps flirting with Tayl...
