"Bubblegum." It's what she called me when we were alone. And I called her "Berry."
I remember it like it was yesterday. We were playing field hockey. It was the beginning of the season. Our coach split the team in half and we were scrimmaging each other. I was on the A-team with the other first-stringers. Camila had transferred into our school a year earlier but she'd been playing tennis before. When she switched over, she was automatically put on the B-team. The coach watched her run then put her at sweeper right away. Camila could cover half the field. She was wild, fast, and free. Tireless too.
I was playing center forward so Camila and I clashed a bunch. We were bumping, elbowing - the usual stuff. Nothing nasty, just good hard play. Until someone sent me a great pass and got a step ahead of her. It would be just me and the goalie.
Camila lunged with her front leg and I think she twisted her knee to knock into my thigh. Anyway, all of a sudden my leg went out from under me. We'd been running full tilt. I fell sideways and we got tangled up as we tumbled down and across the grass. She ended up on top of me.
When we came to a stop, I was flat on my back and she was on her hands and knees above me, straddling one of my legs. I looked up at her. Camila's long, dark brown hair covered both our faces. She was the only girl who didn't braid or ponytail her hair when we played hockey. She liked it loose. Her wavy flaming hair bouncing around made her look crazy and I think she liked it that way.
Anyway, lying there in the grass, I didn't have a chance to get mad because when she looked down at me I could tell she felt bad about what she'd done. "'Sorry, really sorry," she winced, "guess I got carried away there."
But then... then something shifted. Inside her. I could see it in her eyes. She bent her arms a little to push herself off me and, for a brief moment, it brought our faces closer together beneath her hair. At the same time, one of her legs slid up against the inside of my thigh and one of her boobs pressed a little into mine. It made my breath catch and I smelled strawberries. She got this sort of curious, hungry look.
"Lauren, did ya ever just get... carried away?" I was speechless; all I could do was nod. She smiled and rolled off me and I swear I felt a hand brush one of my boobs. She pulled me to my feet and even picked up my hockey stick and gave it to me.
"Here you go, 'Bubblegum,'" she said softly. That's what I smell like. She'd smelled me too. Then I just watched her jog away.
The whole thing took about four seconds but that was enough. It was the first time I was ever attracted to a girl. From there, it was just a matter of time. Camila wanted me. And, honestly, I kinda wanted her too.
Lemme back up a sec, I didn't mean to get into girls. I mean, I'm pretty good looking. I'm skinny and fit with green eyes and wavy black hair that looks nice against my pale skin. I have a tiny, round little bubblebutt and big full boobs that look gigantic on my small body. Frankly, I get more attention than I want most of the time. The point is, I pretty much had my pick of boys at school. It's not my fault most of them were dumb or mean or were obviously only interested in my body.
Same deal with Camila I think. She was fair, fair skinned. Like ivory white. Her flaming dark brown hair was gorgeous. She could do shampoo commercials. She was maybe an inch taller than me. We were pretty much the same size though. She had these amazing brown eyes, fairly big boobs too and she was even more fit than me. Girlie was toned and tight. So, yup, boys liked her too. She went on a few dates and she broke a few hearts. But that was pretty much the end of it. Other than that, like I said, she was a transfer. She kept to herself mostly. I felt bad for her. It was a small school and most of us had grown up together. It was hard to make friends.
