When She Kisses Me (LESBIAN)

When She Kisses Me (LESBIAN - Part 5)

When She Kisses Me (Part 5)

Rachael Adrian

(The story so far from Rachael's perspective, kinda long but gives you background info, Thanks for reading!!!)

I was bored, that's all I remember of high school. I ran a lot, and partied, and got shit drunk and I was bored of it all. Then one day I was running hard and I pulled something and fell screaming. No one was around because I had stayed after to practice some more, I'm intense that way. All of a sudden this girl comes running up, "Hey- oh my god- are you okay?!" She sounded worried, and it pissed me off, but not as much as looking so helpless. I was pressed into the grass, and could smell the cold dirt, my hands griped deathly at my calf. "Oh-shit," I heard the girl curse, "Um, okay we need to get you to the nurse."

"No-" I said through gritted teeth "You need to fucking massage my leg."

"What?" God, this situation pissed me off.

"Just rub my calf circular-like." I said the pain evident in my voice.

"Okay," she said, her tone had turned clam. She pulled my hands off my leg and replaced them with hers. Then she began to carefully massage them. When my muscle loosed up she helped to the nurses office.

After we got there I muttered a quick, "thanks." I hadn't really looked at her until then and I immediately recognized her. I had seen her a few times around school; she had long, black hair and incredible obsidian eyes that you could get lost in. Her almost olive complexion, she looked part Middle Eastern or something...exotic. Her name was Jackie something- no, Jennifer. "No, problem," she smiled back, pulling me from my daze. My heart jumped with a little adrenaline rush. She put her head phones back on and walked away; I was left watching her ass, speechless.

And THOSE were the first words we spoke to each other. We met three years before I kissed her in the bathroom. She didn't even remember me. My pride was obviously hurt, so I never mentioned it, and I let her tell the cute story how we first talked in a school bathroom right after I kissed her. We started seeing each other after the bathroom incident, sneaking kisses and looks between classes and having secret dates at gay bars. At night when I couldn't sleep I would sneak into her house and cuddle with her in bed. One day at school me and Jen got a little to touchy feely with each other and that's when the rumors started. But by then I had stopped caring about my Queen Bee status. Every one thought I had gone crazy. But I hadn't, I just stopped caring about what other people thought, I was just content with what Jen thought of me. There was something about Jennifer, something real and pure that made my heart flutter. Flutter.

I had always known I liked girls. Cute girls, sexy girls, tall, thin, short, curvy. You get the picture. I know I cheated on Jen, a lot but I never meant to hurt her, with them it was just sex, but with her, with her it was love.

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We went to NYU after high school; I found us an on campus apartment we would share with this girl, Kate. From the second I saw Jen blush under her gaze I hated Kate. Kate played soccer for our school; she was drop dead gorgeous and had an epically toned body. They started developing a relationship, a friendship. I was more than a little jealous. I tried to remind myself that Jennifer came to my bed at night, and not Kate's. But the feeling wouldn't go away.

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It was late; I lay on my bed annoyed. Jen was supposed to have come home hours ago. I heard the key in the door and she noisily entered. I rolled over and pretended to be asleep. She came into the room and sighed, I could hear her take her book bag off and let it drop to the floor. "Rachael?" she asked. No answer, I didn't want it to seem like I was waiting up for her. She plopped down on the bed and started to cuddle with me. I felt myself turning red. She started kissing my neck and her hand worked her way up my shirt.