I Think I Love You [Girl×Girl]

Chapter 13

*Caseys POV*

I clutch Allys arm nervously as she drives us to the theatre. We hung around the mall again, then Starbucks. and its nearing 7. A million thoughts are racing through my mind, and I wonder if we'll ever talk about the kiss. I mean, it was in the heat of the moment...but theres no way we can date. Ive never been with a girl, excluding the time I kissed Kim Lanez in 6th grade. Does spin the bottle count? Anyways, my mom would probably flip.

The other 96% of me wants her so badly though. Ever since she walked into class that first day, i felt my heart gravitate towards her. Wherever Ally is, I lowkey wanna be there too.

My hand feels clammy around her arm. Im so nervous. But she looks calm and content, carefully making a right into the parking lot of the movie theatre.

We agree to see They Don't Want Us To Eat, a documentary about DJ Khaled that everyone was talking about at school. About halfway through, Ally whispers, "Pssst."

"Huh?" I say turning. I'm suprised with another kiss. This time though, she doesnt pull away. We completely embrace the "couples in movies theatres" stereotype. Popcorn and everything.

Even though I have no idea weather we're a couple.

"This was so fun," Ally says happily as we walk back to her car. The March chill rips right through my sweater, intensified with the night.

I nod, and her arm slips around my waist. Im not nervous anymore though. Growing used to her touch.

We get in the car. I left my phone in there, and freeze when i check it. The lock screen alerts me that I have 35 missed calls from Mom.

"Where are you?" Mom is seething when she picks up.

"I went to the movies with a friend..." I say.

"I was going through your room, putting your clothes away and I find condoms?? What the fuck are you doing while Im gone Casey?"

I've almost never seen her like this. I want to explain to her that I'm a virgin, I only had those just in case, but I dont bother.

Ally peers at me, concerned. She squeezes my hand and mouths Are you okay? I wonder if she can hear my mother screaming through the phone. I shake my head.

"...And I didnt raise you to be a little slut!" My mother has completely lost it. "I pretty much let you do whatever you want! All i ask is that you keep your damn legs closed. Are you pregnant? Do you have an STD?"

"Mom no!" I tried to calm her down, but she went on talking. "Come home right now. You are in big trouble ma'am!"

And with that the line goes dead.

I turn to Ally and explain to her what i couldnt get out to Mom.

"Shes on some crazy shit," Ally comments. "What are you gonna do babe?"

"Well Im not going home. I'll be 17 soon. She needs to chill." I hesitate. "Can I stay at your place?"

"Sure...I'll have to sneak you in though." She winks. "And dont worry about anything. Look on the bright side: You get to spend the night with your girlfriend."

*Allys POV*

Casey leans against my bedroom wall as we kiss. The moonlight from my window illuminates her white lace bra, and I unclasp it, moving her hair to the side. Casey moans as i kiss her neck, and i shush her. "Look, I know I can turn a girl on, but be quiet about it."

She giggles but stops as my lips move down from her neck. She struggles to stay quiet as I suck on her right breast, encircling her nipple with my tongue and flicking it up and down.

I go to work on the second one, unbuttoning and pulling off her jeans as I do so. I kneel and peel her pretty lace panties aside. I glance up. Shes more than ready. I smile as she spreads her legs and I start to eat her out. If theres one thing I was ever deemed good at, its sex.

She bites her finger to keep to moaning. Success. My tongue plays with her clit and her body arches up.

"That was... amazing," she says breathlessly. Im laying beside her on my bed after making her orgasm-- multiple times.

"You were," I say kissing her cheek. I find her hand and interlock it. We lay like that for a few moments in silence when finally Casey breaks it.

"What am I gonna do tomorrow?" she wonders aloud.

"Its probably not that bad," I offer helpfully. "She'll probably be okay by tomorrow. And if shes isnt, you still have me."

****

It's morning. I wake up next to Casey, or should I say underneath her. Shes sprawled out on top of me, her messy blonde hair tickling my shoulder.

I slip out from under her, trying not to wake her. I pull on a tshirt over my sports bra and head downstairs, but not before closing my door. Hopefully Casey would know to stay in my room.

In the kitchen, Dads making his famous blueberry pancakes. Mom and Benny are at the dining room table, comic books everywhere.

"Morning kiddo," Dad says as I enter.

"Hey," I say, yawning. I try to act like I'm really tired, which isnt too hard. "Do you think you can fix me 4 pancakes instead of the ususal 2? Im reeeally hungry."

"Sure, a growing girls gotta eat." The corners of Dads' eyes crinkle when he smiles. He fixes my plate with butter and syrup, just like I like it. What can I say? Im a plain girl.

While I wait, I go say goodmorning to the rest of my family. "So, Casey might come over today," I say to cover our tracks.

"Oh okay," Dad calls. "She seems like a sweet girl."

"Im glad you made a new friend here Ally," Mom says, the only one in the room clueless about Casey. "I'm excited to meet her."

"Yea," I say, and Dad tells me my breakfast is ready. I pour some orange juice and head back upstairs.

"Goodmorning," Casey says shyly as I come in. She sitting on the edge of my bed, halfway dressed.

"Hey babe," I say. I close the door behind me with my foot and hand her the plate. "I didnt know if you ate pancakes, but I figured you were hungry so I tried."

"Thanks," Casey says gratefully. "But wont your family think its wierd if you dont eat with them?"

"Nah, I usually eat in my room." I sit beside her.

"I think Im gonna try going back home later," Casey says. She takes a bite of her pancakes.

"Good,"I say. "Hopefully I was right, and she wont be too mad now."

"Or she could be irate because I didnt come home last night," Casey counters miserably.

What a way to start a Sunday.