The party, needless to say, was a tremendous success. When the most popular girl on campus, and a certified hottie at that, throws a party, everyone, and I mean EVERYONE shows up. Especially when said hottie has just broken up with her boyfriend. Still, Janet really wasn't in mourning or anything. After all, she was the one who'd initiated the split some two weeks before. Boys were lining up around the block to get a date with her. Janet was... is, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. She's, like, the poster girl for California: tall, lean, long hair and hazel-eyed, the perfect carmel skin around the year. I remember being jealous of her the moment I walked into History of Art 101, and equally, remember that jealousy being completely wiped away the instant we spoke. There simply could not have been a lovelier person. We became roomies soon, and the best of friends. When I told her of my first reaction to her, she laughed her head off, insisting that she'd had the same response to seeing me. Lookswise, I'm the complete opposite of her: short, dark-haired, brown-eyed. Weak, thanks to too many hours in the library. Thin but curvy rather than toned, thanks to an aversion to strenuous physical activity. The difference extends beyond looks though... where I'm cynical and sarcastic, she's all laughter and naivete. Where she's the All-American beauty, I'm English, thanks to having been brought up by my mother. I'm in love with Modern Art; she prefers the Impressionists. Garfield cracks me up. She prefers Marmaduke. Still, we've always had our common ground: Calvin and Hobbes and coffee. Back to the party. As I said, EVERYONE was there, and the place resembled a nightclub more than a bedsit. As we hit the wee hours of the morning, the thumping music slowed, mellowed, and eventually turned into a lounge. The crowd trickled out, and soon, couples were making out in the kitchen, and people passed out in the living room. We escaped with a bottle of tequila to the bedroom, which had been off-limits to the crowd. I remember giggling incessantly, being already semi-drunk, what Janet likes to call "b-uh-zed". She kept shushing me, and that would send me off into another fit of laughter, and halfway through that bottle of tequila, she joined me. We collapsed in helpless laughter at nothing at all, and lay side by side on her queen-size bed. The window was cracked open, letting in a cool breeze which finally took the edge off our high. Suddenly, she was wistful... this was our last summer as undergrads... next year this time, we'd be out in the big bad, earning our living.
Janet: I wish things could just freeze... stay the same forever
she said
Toni: Oh come now, surely if you were going to freeze things, you'd wait till you were in bed with... um, Brad Pitt?
She playfully whacked me with a throw pillow.
Janet: Yeah, right. You know I'm saving myself for Robbie Williams.
Toni: The guy in Dead Poets' Society?
I asked, perplexed. That seemed rather strange.
Toni: He's a little old, don't you think? Brilliant actor and all, but not very... um.. gifted... in the looks department.
Janet: Toni, you freak, that's Robin Williams!
she said, with another whack of the throw pillow.
Janet: Robbie's the Rick DJ guy.
Toni: Ooh... now you're talking!
I said.
Janet: Moron!
she said, with a little eye-roll.
Toni: What? It's quite possible with your weird taste in men.
She gasped in mock rage, and moved to attack me with the throw pillow again. I tackled her for all I was worth, and my expertise, or lack thereof, had us rolling to the floor in a messy heap after a few minutes of wrestling. We just stayed there, all tangled, a pile of legs and arms, my head, face down next to hers, as we caught our breath. I don't know if either of us knew at that moment how much things would change in the next few seconds. Janet turned her head and kissed me on the cheek, whispering,
Janet: I'm going to miss you.
At that instant, I froze. Suddenly the tequila seemed to rush to my head, and everything was way more vivid. All at once, I was aware of her hair under my forehead, her breast soft and heaving under my arm, her arm weaving around and under me with her hand resting on the small of my back, my hand casually locked in her other hand. Our legs were bare since we'd decided to wear a pair of matching mini skirts, and I was incredibly aware of the joint heat of our separate bodies, as my right leg rested between her thighs, and the bare sole of my foot felt the inside of her calf. Suddenly, it wasn't just Janet n me, best buddies for three years, drunk and happy, lying on a pile after a friendly little wrestle. One peck on the cheek, and for me, it became two bodies, two scantily clad, hot, sweaty bodies. I should explain. I think I'm bisexual. I always have been. I grew up masturbating to the thought of women with each other, always thought girl-on-girl porn was the best kind. On the other hand, I've always dated men, made out, and had sex with men. They get me hot too but in a different less frantic way. And strangely enough, in all of this, I'd never been with a woman. Hence, this seemed to me, through the haze of Tequila, like IT. Janet and I had talked of sex, I mean, how could we have gone through three years of rooming with each other without? I've seen her naked, she's seen me naked. But it had never been sexual... until now. And now, rushing back during this hyper-awareness, came the conversation we'd once had about doing it with a girl... both confessing that the thought turned us on. I also remembered the truth-and-dare revelation that she'd once kissed a girl, when in high school. And now, here we were, practically on top of each other. I felt incredibly sexually alert, and horny, and to think that to her it was just an innocent statement to a best friend. Or so I thought. Little did I know....
Janet: I'm going to miss you
she whispered, and kissed me on the cheek, following it up with a nuzzle on my ear.
Toni: Me too, Jan"
I said, waiting for a few beats and then casually rolling off. I couldn't bring myself to bring physical contact, so I left her arm under me, and our heads were right there, next to each other. The silence in the room felt thick to me. I don't remember hearing anything outside... the pounding of my blood in my ears was too loud. The minutes ticked by. She'd closed her eyes... I know, coz I turned to catch a glance of her. Then suddenly she turned towards me, and cuddled over, her nose inches from my ear, her bare arms against mine, but most importantly, her hand innocently resting on my right breast. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I felt like my heart was going to explode. Most keenly of all, though, I felt the wetness grow between my legs.
A/N- Whoops now.
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