Good Girls (Lesbian Fanfiction)

"Slumber Party"

Halle P.O.V.

"Ok, everybody! Come on in and make yourselves at home. Y'all can go down to the basement and I'll bring everyone snacks and soda", I said.

"Girl! You are Mom, Jr. for real!", my sister said while laughing.

"I am not, Chlöe! But remember not to eat any chocolate chip cookies. They bother your allergies", I reminded her as I gathered the snacks. My girlfriend helped.

"No need for soda, hottie. I got this", she said. Pulling out a bottle of wine from her purse. I gasped..

"Babe! How did you...where did you get that from?! I asked as I snatched the wine from her.

She smiled brightly. "My brother! Well, before he went to his girl's house to spend the night he said I could have some. Since he knew I wouldn't be driving anywhere", she explained.

"He said you could have SOME....not the whole bottle, bae!", I said.

"Relax, hottie. If I tell him that we all had some and we were in your house safe and sound, he won't care. He would only care if we were out driving around or with boys. He knows I'm gay as fuck so trust me, he won't trip! Besides, you can't get real fucked up off wine. Wine actually makes you feel more high than drunk believe it or not. It'll have us acting silly and we'll be hornier than usual. But we won't be drunk. Especially since we're splitting it seven ways", Megan explained.

"But baby, I..."

"You trust me, hottie?", Megan asked as she gently pulled me close to her and stared into my soul.

How could I say no when Meg was looking so damn good! And having her soft, warm, curvy body pressed against mine wasn't making things easier for me either. She loves to call me "hottie". But truth is, she's the one that's too hot to handle!

I trust you, baby", I said to her.

She kissed my lips sensually and I lost my train of thought. "What were we even talking about?", I asked.

Megan laughed. "This wine, bae! And how you better trust me and have a sip", she replied.

"Ok....just a little sip...not too much, Megan", I said.

Megan and I returned to the basement with the snacks and wine. Everyone was quiet...Chlöe had the phone up to her ear and she put her finger up to her lips. Signaling for Megan and I to be quiet ....Which pretty much let me know it was one of our parents she was talking to. We didn't ask permission to have our little slumber party. So we had to pretend it was just she and I in the house.

"Yes, daddy....we're ok....", Chlöe said. Then he asked to speak to me. I took the phone....

"Hi, daddy! Are you having fun?", I asked him.

"Hey, cutie pie! Yes, I'm having the time of my life! Your pops is sitting in a jacuzzi. I gotta get me one of these!", he exclaimed.

I giggled. "I envy you right now. Where's momma?", I asked.

"Right here, looking like a snack! Hold on...Bae, talk to the baby girl", he said.

When my mother got on the phone, she sounded like a totally different person. Instead of the responsible, proper, Muslim housewife and stay at home mom...she sounded more like a carefree young woman who was simply enjoying life. And I loved that for her!

"Heyyyy, baby girl!!!!! Put me on speaker so I can talk to you and my first born!", she exclaimed.

"Hey, momma!", Chlöe and I said.

"What's up, momma's babies!!! Y'all have fun at the Hamiltons?!", she asked in an excited tone. This side of my momma was so dope!

"Yes, ma'am!", Chlöe and I answered.