Cut the Deck (Lesbian Story)

Are you turning girly?

Nyla

I stand in front of Cameron's house and find it to be completely quiet.

"Are you sure it's a party happening today?" Rham questions as she stares at his huge home and then back at me curiously.

"He told me at graduation that he was throwing a party and he texted me that he expected me to be here," I frown and show her the text with his address written on it. I knock and Cameron immediately comes to the door with the biggest grin plastered across his face.

"Nyla!" He cheers and steps aside for us to enter.

"Cameron!" Rham says nervously as she looks around the empty home.

"Parties out back," he says as he sees our confused facial expressions.

"Oh, that explains a lot," Rham says as she casually slides pass us and heads to the party. I stand there awkwardly as Cameron watches as she disappears.

"Guess Deck couldn't make it?" He questions as he raises an eyebrow.

"She had plans," I confirm and he nods and motions toward the party.

"Shall we?" I nod and walk towards the  back and become nervous at the multiple bodies and loud music. There's people everywhere drinking and party. Beer pong goes on along with uno and extreme dancing. People jumping into the pool and everything else. I become overwhelmed.

Gosh, I haven't been to a party in awhile so it'll be hard to get use to the scenery so quickly.

"Want a drink?" He questions and I nod and he guides me toward the bar. Man this is going to be a wild night, I can feel it.

*****

Last night wasn't so bad. I had just enough drinks to where I didn't get too drunk. Plus I was the look out for our uber so that means I couldn't get drunk because I needed to stay leveled headed. Rham on the other hand partied like it was her last.

I couldn't get her in the car so Cameron helped, along with bursting into laughter about her drunken rant about her being married to Travis Scott. Once we got home, I made sure to tuck her in her bed. Then I called Cameron because he told me to call when we made it home safe.

I wasn't yet sleepy so I stayed up and watched a couple of shows and then went to bed, now I am awake.

Stupid Idiot: Goodmorning beautiful💛

Seriously, I need to stop changing her name every time she pisses me off. I chuckle at the name.

Me: Heya beautiful.

I suck at texting, honestly.

Stupid Idiot: Ready for tonight?

Wait what's tonight? Did I miss something. I quickly rise and think hard about it.

Me: Of course I am ready for tonight🙂

What's tonight?

Stupid Idiot: Something is telling me you forgot.

I seriously did forget. But I don't remember what she is...oh art gallery!!

Me: Not quite, art gallery dude!

Stupid Idiot: Took you some time didn't it?

Me:Yeah, it did. Lol.

She gets me already.
I quickly rise and head to shower. Do I even have anything to wear?

******

I had to scrimmage through Rham's closet to find something "art gallery" worthy and I came across a navy blue laced dress. It was pretty simple yet it looked really cute on me, I just couldn't bend down, again.

The bell rings throughout the home, so I race down the stairs before Miles could. He ask millions of questions--wait let me restate that, he ask millions of inappropriate questions such as, "so what different inches of silicone do you have?" Or, "how does scissoring feel?" I swear his mouth is uncontrollable.

"Lets go," I say as I barely let her speak and pull her arm out the door before she could even enter.

"What is it, laundry day or something?" She chuckles as she slows down and pulls me to a haul. Her hands snake around my waist. Her eyes moving to my lips and then my makeup.

"You okay? You look beautiful by the way," she mentions as she looks down at my dress and heels and clutch.

"You look very beautiful too," I say as I review her dress. Wow, shockers!!!

"You wore a dress?" I question with a devious smirk and she shrugs.

"I haven't felt girly lately," she says and just as she says that she lets out a strong disgusting manly burp.

"Yeah, girly," I say and shake my head at her.

"I even shaved my legs for you," she adds. I look down at her freshly shaved legs.

"Are you turning girly on me," I tease as I glance at her from head to toe. Her burgundy and black long sleeved dress that stops above her knees and flares out and she wears black Louis Vuitton heels.

"And you're in heels! You're making me hot right now," I laugh and fan myself dramatically.

"Yeah, well don't get use to it," she mutters out as she takes my hand and guides me toward her car.

"Seriously Deck, you need to clean your car," I groan out as empty water bottles and containers fall out once she opens my door.

"I have people who do that, I just never really put "ask cleaning lady" to clean my car, on my to do list," she says and shrugs. I roll my eyes at her richness.

"Sooo, no makeup?" I point towards her face and she shakes her head.

"Don't push it," she warns and I break out into laughter and lean over to plant a kiss to her cheek. She stops at a stop sign and turns to me, pulling me back into her to lay a hungry kiss onto my lips. I quickly pull away, remembering that I am wearing makeup and lipstick.

"Do you want my lipstick all over your face," I giggle and wipe the lipstick from her lips and corners of her mouth.

"Yeah, lets everyone know we were just making out," she drives and turns to me with a devious smirk. Oh what am I going to do with her.