My Girl-Lesbian Story

My Girl

I took a sip of the smoothie in my hands. I never really liked alcohol, the consequences just aren't worth it, and it's more fun to watch everyone else be drunk than actually be drunk myself. I looked around the room, wondering who Abby would pick as her next victim. There was Theresa, with her curly brown hair, pale green eyes; or maybe Angel, who (ever so stereotypically) has light blond hair and dark blue eyes. Then there's my gorgeous Wendy. Oh, sweet, sexy Wendy. She has long strawberry blond hair and green eyes that could compete with mint leaves. I have had a crush on her ever since I moved in here when I was 13. I'm a foster kid at the Wilsons' home, and Wendy is Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's daughter. Now we're all 16, and I still can't get over the gorgeous girl that sleeps mere feet from me at night. She has this sort of innocence around her, like most teenagers do, as if she didn't have a clue as to what was going on in the real world. She's a cheerleader, the second in command on the team. I go to every football game and every pep rally, under the pretense that her parents made me go.

I watched Abby's sea-green eyes land on Wendy, and a devious look crossed her face, like the purple devil emoticon. "Wendy. Truth... Or dare?" She asked, that promise of mischief still clear in her eyes. Wendy's beautiful blue eyes became thoughtful for a second, before responding with an innocent-sounding "Dare." Abby's eyes flashed to me for a quick second, then back to Wendy. "I dare you to... do seven minutes in heaven with Gwen." All the girls oohed, and I rolled my eyes at their immaturity, then set down my drink and got up to head to the closet. They all knew I was bisexual, and they liked to use it for their own amusement when bored. I looked over my shoulder at Wendy, "Coming, sweetheart?" They all giggled, and Wendy blushed like a little schoolgirl, before getting up and heading into the walk-in closet after me. The girls turned the lights off and locked the door. I sat down on the bench. Even though it was a walk-in closet, there wasn't much space in it. I stood up right behind Wendy, putting my hands on her hips. She gasped and jumped a bit, and I gave a small groan from all the pent-up sexual frustration due to the years of being so close to the star of my dirty dreams, but not being able to touch. I moved my hands up towards her breasts, starting to massage her through her clothes, thanking all that was holy that she didn't wear a bra. "G-gwen..." she moaned, "I really...I mean... I just..." I quickly pulled my hands back down, then shoved them up her shirt to her hard-as-rock peaks. I rolled them between my fingers, and she let out another moan. She's so sexy, I can't wait to have my way with her. I was massaging her breasts again, and I started moving one hand down to her pussy, cupping her. I sat back down on the bench quickly, bringing her with me. Hooking my feet around her ankles, I pulled her legs apart. I moved my hand farther down, stroking her pussy through her jean short shorts. She gasped and bit her lip, waiting for my next move. I pinched her nipple and she moaned out loud, relaxing into me while pressing herself into my hands. I quietly moaned and pushed her so she was standing again. I turned her so she was facing me and saw the lust in her eyes. I felt my lace panties dampen a bit, and said, "Strip." Her eyes widened and she froze. I groaned, her innocence turning me on, and repeated the command. She started with her shirt, slowly grabbing the hem and pulling it up to reveal her toned belly. I moaned and told her, "Don't tease me, Wendy. I'll just be rougher when I finally have my way with you." Her eyes widened again, soon replaced by lust again. She started moving her shirt up again, even slower this time, and I almost didn't hear her say, "What if I like it rough?" I grunted at the thought of her experience with those guys she sometimes brought home, and my having to hear through the not-so-thick walls of the Wilson home. Of course, that was when I would relieve some of my sexual frustrations, if you know what I mean. I stood up, and pushed her against the wall, pressing myself against her. "Well, then, you should've told me earlier." I kissed down her neck, then pulled away quickly to pull off her shirt. Her perky breasts were revealed, and I quickly took one peak into my mouth, playing with the other one with my hand. She gasped and then moaned, pushing her proportionally perfect bosoms into me even more. I switched breasts, my head now on the other side of her. I took my hand and reached into her pants, realizing that she was wearing a thong. I groaned loudly, suddenly hearing giggles on the other side of the door. Damn. I forgot about them. Wendy quickly jumped away from me and pulled on her shirt. I groaned in frustration, and put my arm around her waist, quickly yanking her towards me. Thanks to her being 2 inches shorter than me, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "To be continued." Then bit her earlobe. I opened the door, thankful that I hadn't kissed her, for otherwise the girls would have physical evidence of the going-ons in the walk-in wardrobe. I motioned for her to go out first, covertly pinching her delicious ass, and walked out after her. Theresa, Abby, and Angel giggled, and Theresa spoke up, "So...What happened in there?" They all giggled again, and I responded with, "I begged Wendy to take me out for some ice cream. She said no." I pouted a bit, and the girls shamed on Wendy for "refusing the poor child some ice cream", then insisted that we all head out to Cold Stone Creamery. I smirked at my amazing skill of twisting the truth, because I did almost beg her to get those damn clothes off faster... We all got into Theresa's mini-van, with Theresa driving, Abby and Angel in the middle row (nobody could fit shotgun since that's where Theresa puts all her crap like blankets and CDs), and Wendy and I in the very back. I sat in the middle seat and Wendy sat in the seat on the right because the seat on the left was full of shopping bags. Convenient, right? Theresa started the car and the radio started playing Imagine Dragons' "Round and Round". I started murmuring the words while reaching over to place Wendy's left leg on my thigh. I traced the inside of her thigh to the ripped edge of her jeans. I traveled upwards a bit more and started stroking her pussy through her jeans again, at snail's pace. She jumped a bit, and let out a quiet moan. I put my free hand over her mouth easily because I wasn't wearing a seatbelt. I reached up from her pants and twisted her nipple, and she pushed her breasts into my hand. I started massaging her, and she put her hand on the back of my head, silently telling me to suck her. I shook my head the tiniest bit, motioning to the other girls in the car with my head, who were distracted by the radio. She gave me an annoyed look, and I quickly tweaked her nipple again, then shoved my hand down to stroke her pussy one more time. Before we could go any farther, the car arrived at Cold Stone. Everyone jumped out, and I nibbled Wendy's earlobe seductively before stepping out of the car. I turned around and winked at her and said, "Coming, sweetheart?"

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A/N So this is my first lesbian story, let alone lesbian smut, haha. I recently confirmed my sexuality: I'm bisexual. I prefer girls though, guys my age are just too immature -_-. I got this idea late at night, and I really like it, so I think I'm going to stick with this one :D Also, sorry for the short chapter :P

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