Some Girls Date Other Girls (Lesbian Story)

Kiss Me Like A Lana Song

Sofie:

I had liked her for awhile and the only reason I hadn't dated her was because of how mean she was to me. She had explained herself and apologized. When she said she would never do anything like that ever again, I believed her and decided to give her the chance. I hadn't planned to kiss her after I accepted her apology but she looked so beautiful sitting there, so close to me. Her long dark hair, her brown eyes, her lips, I took everything in. I looked at each of the tattoos she had on her arms.

Although we go to a Catholic school that wouldn't promote all kinds of tattoos and piercings, if the person who has them is 18 they're allowed to have them. People who do, usually cover them up. Especially if they get them before they turn 18, like Ashley. I thought her birthday was coming up because if I remembered correctly we were born around the same time as each other, since she had celebrated her bday near mine last year. Ashley didn't cover hers up and I knew a lot of teachers and school faculty didn't like that but there was kind of nothing they could do about it, which i found hilarious because at first they would look at her with disapproval until they realized how nice and intelligent she was and then they would love having her in their class.

I loved each and every tattoo I saw and I knew she had more that were hidden that I couldn't wait to uncover at some point. She was wearing a black tank top, dark grey ripped jeans cuffed above her black lace-up boots. She had a choker and a couple necklaces around her neck and overall, she just looked really hot.

So i told her that i had always
liked her, and then did something I normally would never be brave enough to do- I leaned in and kissed her.

She gave a little gasp when our lips met that was so adorable that I smiled against her mouth. She kissed me back passionately and the electricity that I had felt when our shoulders brushed earlier, returned between us.

I ran my fingers through her hair and bit her lip lightly. The softness of her lips against mine was indescribably wonderful. I never wanted to stop kissing her.

Her mouth tasted ...sweet like cinnamon - like the Lana Del Rey lyrics

I physically hungered for her. I pulled her closer so our bodies were pressed up against each other. I moved my body onto hers without ever separating our lips. My knees on either side of her hips, I sat on her lap and wrapped my arms around her neck. She grabbed my hips and pulled me as close as I could get to her. She pulled her lips away from mine for a second to look into my eyes. I felt like she was looking at something inside of me that even I couldn't see in myself. The way she looked at me I felt beautiful and loved.

She kissed along my jaw and then once more on my lips.

"Now," she said pulling away "We have a couch to carry to the office before they get worried about what I did to the hottest girl in school."

I ached to say I don't care if we get caught, I just want to make out with you but things were already getting seriously heated, seriously fast.

Then again we were expressing feelings that we had kept hidden for a long time.
Me for almost 3 years. For her, her whole life. So from that view of things weren't moving fast at all.

Then I realized what she said "the hottest girl in school". I scoffed at her, "You're the hottest girl in school, what're you talking about?" "We'll just have to agree to disagree on that, won't we?" she said tilting her head and smiling at me.

I laughed and gave her a quick kiss before we lifted the couch and finally brought it to the office, like we were supposed to.