Sirocco (A Lesbian Story)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

I took a quick shower and brushed my teeth before changing into my favorite plain white small male size cotton t-shirt and loose army green cargo shorts. My shirt was too big for me but I loved wearing loose clothing - it felt like I had an inner ventilator. 

I hurriedly went downstairs to the living room. I saw Catherine waiting impatiently while tapping the sole of one of her rubber shoes noisily on the creamy marble floor. 

She looked pissed but managed to look pretty. She tied her shiny blonde hair in a ponytail fashion; the style accentuated her radiant face. She was wearing a pink tank top that emphasized her shapely breasts and the beautiful curves of her sexy body. The mini black spandex shorts that she wore showed her beautiful and flawless white long legs. 

I mentally scowled - I did not like her attire because I thought of it as indecent and on many occasions, a lot of male perverts ogled on her like she was a fresh meat displayed on the supermarket. I could not blame them though because my best friend was utterly gorgeous - she would have been a perfect ramp model if not for her height - but still, I did not want anybody mentally r@ping her. It always brought within me this instinctive sense to punch someone's face to bloody pulp.

"You break your promise; you are over 15 minutes." She glowered at me darkly while crossing her arms on her chest. The upper portion of her breasts were pushed up, my eyes accidentally landed on her cleavage like a metal to a magnet. My face felt hot as if I was licked by a flame so I immediately looked away.

I felt guilty and intimidated by her strict bitchy face so I had no choice but to try to placate her, "Look, I try to be as quick as I can - I..."

She immediately pulled me near her and planted a big sloppy kiss on both of my cheeks - not again. "Just joking, Gabriela. No need to sweat."

"You are really disgusting, Catherine. You should stop kissing me; I already told you that - "

"You hate to be kissed, your name is Gabrielle and you prefer to be called Gabby or Gab." She finished for me and smirked mischievously. "Duh - whatever. Come on, let's go to the park, Gabriela."

I grumbled in displeasure as I wiped my cheeks with the collar of my t-shirt. She dragged me out of my house's door like a sack of potatoes.

"Wait, I need to secure the door." I told her and extricated myself from her hands. I secured the door of my house by inputting some codes on the security keypad. It automatically locked all the doors and windows in my house, even those in the basement and rooftop.

"Anyway, are we using our bicycles or do you want us to walk to the park?" I asked her.

"We will walk," she answered with a smile.

"Okay," I nodded my head. I sighed to calm myself. I was mentally berating myself for looking at my best friend's cleavage. Looking at it made me think of... Lord God, please no. This is very wrong.

She snaked her hand in my arm and affectionately leaned her head in my shoulder. We walked a considerable distance to the gates since my house had a very huge lawn; there was even a fountain at the side and a wide cemented car drive that led to the garage. 

The moment that we reached the high gates, I opened the smaller entrance gate and did the same with what I did with the door to make sure that it was secured. My family's house was quite huge though not enormous - it was a mansionette - but it was fully secured with top of the line security gadgets and CCTV cameras that my parents could monitor through their mobile phone or other gadgets that could connect to the internet since I was left alone most of the time. It was my parents' way of looking after me so I really held no grudge for our lack of physical and familial contact. Thankfully, they did not install a CCTV camera in my room because I hated to be monitored like I was some sort of a laboratory rat.