When I Walked In (Lesbian)

When I Walked In (Part 2)

"No!" I yell at A.J., my shirt in her hand. "I say no and you still take my shirt, yes?"

"Yes."

"Why?!" I grab the shirt from her hands and slip it back on.

"'Cause..that's what you're suppose to do in America. You're suppose to have sex the first night you meet. It's a rule."

"It is..?"

"Why would I lie to you?" she asks me in a whisper.

She slips my shirt back off and well..you know the rest. She works her way down to my body and pushes her fingers in me. I yelp at the satisfying feeling and start to moan. She goes up and down and I love it. Italy isn't looking so good anymore.

This continues for about another ten minutes when A.J. stops.

"Why stop..?" I ask.

"I'm hungry, are you?"

I sit up. "That was very random, no?"

"It was, but I am," she says with a smile.

I stand up and put on some shorts and a camisole A.J. gave to me.

We walk downstairs and she puts some sort of dry kernels into the tiny oven.

"What is this?" I ask when she takes it out.

"It's called popcorn. It's really good, just try it."

I skeptically pick up some of this popcorn and pop it in my mouth. Amazing.

I start grabbing more and more as A.J. starts laughing.

"Don't eat it that fast, babe. You'll choke."

Right as she says that, I start choking and gagging like a retard. A.J. gets a scared look on her face and comes and pats me on the back. I stop choking and stare at her.

"I kid, I kid. I am fine," I say with a smile.

A.J. smiles and wraps her arms around my waist and pulls me into a kiss.

"Excuse me."

I pull away and see A.J.'s mama standing there.

"Ohh..I am so sorry," I say, still in A.J.'s arms.

A.J. smiles and kisses me on the lips in front of mama.

"A.J., not in front of mama, yes?"

She smiles. "Mama knows I'm a lesbian."

"A lesbian? I thought you were gay, no?"

"Lesbian is gay. It's just the proper word for a girl who likes girls."

I stare at her. "I am confused. Are you gay or lesbian?"

"Don't worry about it," she says, pulling me upstairs.

We go to her room and lay on the bed. I tell her more about Italy and soon we're asleep.

°°°

BUZZZ. BUZZZZZZ. I get up slowly and see my phone buzzing. Papa.

"Hello?" I ask, holding the phone up to my ear, waking up A.J. who decides to start listening.

Papa yells at me in Italian. He says: "Where the hell have you been? You should have called. You had me worried. You know mama isn't around anymore and it'a difficult for me to adjust. I don't wanna lose you too."

I say back to him in Italian: "Papa, I am so sorry, it will never happen again, I was just with my new friend A.J. and we fell asleep. I'm on my way home now."

"What did you say?" A.J. asks me.

I jump outta bed and slip on my clothes from yesterday. I brush down my hair and put on my shoes.

"I must go. Papa is..very upset. I will call you later, yes?"

"I don't have your number."

I run over to her and type my number into her phone. I kiss her on the forehead and run out her room.

°°°

"Papa..?" I ask, walking in the house slowly.

Papa walks out and gives me a hug.

"Where have you been?"

"A.J.'s home."

"Who?"

"My new friend A.J., and guess what?" I say with a smile.

"What?"

"We had sex."

Papa's eyes get big and he starts yelling at me in Italian. He says: "MARISOL VINCELLI! TELL ME YOU ARE KIDDING AND IF YOU'RE NOT, WHY DO YOU SAY IT WITH SOME SORT OF PRIDE?!"

"..well, A.J. told me it was a rule to have sex with a mate on the first night you meet them."

"Who is this 'A.J.' boy and when can I meet him?!"

"A.J. is a girl, Papa."

Papa stands there for a minute. "I need rest," he turns and walks to his room.

Was it bad to have sex? Would Papa be mad if it wasn't? No, of course not. That means..A.J. lied to me.

°°°

°Two weeks later°

BUZZZZ. BUZZZZ. A.J. Seven times she has called me in the last two minutes. Ignore.

Ever since A.J. lied to me, I have been avoiding her at the fullest.

I brush my hair and put it into a high ponytail and a thin, white elastic headband. I slip on some bootcut jeans and a white Mona Lisa t-shirt (I know, I'm lame). I put on my neon green Vans and walk down the stairs.

"Papa, I am going to the park."

"Ok," he says with a sigh.

I go to my Fiao and drive to the park. When I get there, I walk to the swing set and sit in one of them. All of a sudden, I feel someone pushing me. I turn and see a girl with fair brown hair that stops at her shoulder blades with light purple dipdye, and hazel eyes pushing me. She's black but light skinned and has a lip stud. She has on some short denim shorts with a grey t-shirt that reads "I'm a total Parawhore. Paramore for life." She has on grey Vans to match and her hair is down and wavy.

"Uhh, hello," I say.

"Hi," she says, still pushing me.

"What are you doing?"

"Pushing you."

"Why?"

"Are you foriegn?"

I sigh. This always happens. "In my eyes, you're the foriegner."

"I see your point."

"Who are you?!"

"I'm Lillie. You are?" she asks, holding out her hand.

"Mary," I say, shaking her hand. I remembered this time. If you can't already tell my English has gotten a lot better.

"Nice to meet you, Mary," Lillie says, kissing my hand.

"You are gay, no?"

"Yes m'am, Lillie says hoping that the hot foreign girl is too."

I smile. "Well, tell Lillie that she has great luck."

She smiles.

"You're really-"

I glance to my left and see A.J. walking towards us. I sigh.

"Marisol," A.J. says.

"Who?" Lillie asks.

"My name is Marisol. I go by Mary, but that is none of her business. Just leave me alone, A.J."

I get up and grab Lillie's hand, walking away from A.J..

"I love you!" A.J. yells as I walk away.

I turn and look at her. "What?!"