Alaska (Lesbian Story) book one

Sugar Shit.

|Magenta|

The bright sunlight shines through my pink curtains making the room have a slight pinkish tint. Under my fingertips I can feel something soft and silky. I look over and see curly black and gray hair tangled in my hand. My eyes travel up to meet her face, long black lashes making a light shadow against her faintly pink cheeks. Her black hair is messy and covering one of her thin eyebrows, her pale red lips slightly ajar showing a little bit of her pearl white teeth. Tori. She's perfect, even with her little crooked tooth in the back that only shows when she laughs

I leaned over and placed a little kiss on her straight nose. Tori moves a little, I kiss her again. Her eyes slowly open and dark ocean blue eyes take me in. The blue eyed beauty took awhile trying to understand where she was and what happened before she said:

"Did we? You know.."

"Um,..." I looked under the covers to that I was in fact naked. "Yeah." The memories of last night flooded into my head like a sweet dream. Every kiss, every touch, every hair tug. I remember everything.

"Are your parents home? Is Melody here?" Tori asked with her eyebrows knitted together.

"Its Saturday.. so yeah they should be."

"Jesus... do you think that they heard anything last night?"

My heart slammed with the possibility. Tori sat up on the bed with my pink sheets close to her naked body. I did the same and we both just look at each other.

"Magenta?" Mom's voice came from behind the door followed by a soft knock. My heart stopped.

"Wait Mom don't come in yet." I jumped out the bed and ran to my dresser.

"Okay well, you have mail. Oh and Tori your Mom called and asked me to tell you to call her."

Tori gulped "Okay, thanks Mrs. Price." Mom walked away and I released the breath I was holding. "Well that was close" Tori said getting out of bed. I couldn't help but look at her dark tan skin and everything between. Dirty thoughts came to my head.

I shook them off, "Yeah definitely. You should get dressed."

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"Mom why can't I have sleepovers?" Melody asked as Dad sat down at the breakfast table.

"Because you're seven. You have play dates not sleepovers not until you're eleven." Mom said setting down eggs, bacon, pancakes and apple juice.

"But thats four years from now. What if i don't have the same friends or what if we move?" Melody sat at the table with her arms crossed and a pouty face. Her blonde hair is similar to mine in a messy bun with a lot of ways.

Mom ignored her pouting. "So what did you girls do last night?" She sat down scooping up some yellow eggs with her fork.

My heart started racing with the memories of last night rushing to the surface. I picked up a piece of bacon trying to come up with something to say. "Oh, you know the norm." I chewed on the bacon trying to swallow my lie. I could feel all eyes on me and I could barely take the pressure

"What's that on your neck?" Dad spook up, "looks like a hickey."

"What's a hickey?" Melody asked.