GirlxGirl Short Stories

Like A Lesbian

I hear a tap on my window. Confused and scared, I grab my pocketknife, open it and slowly inch towards the window. I take a deep breath, brace myself, and whip the curtain back. I see my friend Piper. I let out a sigh of relief. I close my knife, stick it in my pocket, and open the window. I recognize her by her kinky, natural black hair that I love to play with. Her puffy lips are pulled into a smirk and her dark eyes are twinkling with mirth.

"Dude, you scared the shit outta me," I whisper. She snorts and covers her mouth. I become painfully aware of the fact that I'm wearing tiny shorts and a skimpy tank top without a bra on underneath. I cross my arms to try and hide my chest and the chilly air makes goosebumps rise from my skin. My face heats a little bit.

"Oh, sorry, probably should've warned you that I would be showing up," she says in a quiet voice that cracks from her trying to withhold her laughter. "Do you wanna come with me and sit outside?"

Now I'm the one snorting. "You want to just 'sit outside?' Yeah, like I'll believe that." She growls in frustration and puts her hands against the screen separating us.

"Really, I want to just sit outside and look at the stars!" she whines. I angrily shush her and she huffs. "Fine, maybe I do have ulterior motives."

"Ha! I knew it!" I stage-whispered.

"I just want an excuse to spend time with you," she says, looking me sincerely in the eyes. My stomach flips. Surely she doesn't mean it like that. "But, dear Melody, we can't spend some quality bonding time together if you don't take this screen out and join me."

I sigh. "Ugh, sure. Can I please change, though? It's cold out there." She cocks her head.

"It's not that cold. I have a quilt to lay on and you can bring a blanket out here," she says. I twist my mouth in the frustration.  She doesn't get that I don't want my frigging titties out in the cold air and in front of my crush. A blanket, however, could help with this. I roll my eyes.

"Fine."

A few minutes pass and we're sitting outside in the grassy lot that's right next to my house. I have the blanket pulled well over my chest. The blanket is thin and small, however, which means it I have to sit super close to Piper and I'm cold. I mean, I would love to be closer to her, but... I don't know, wouldn't that be weird? I shiver.

"You're still cold even with a blanket?" She laughs. I scowl and elbow her. "If you let me, I can get closer to you and help you warm up."

I laugh, trying to sound incredulous. "So you wanna cuddle?" I say. I mean, I wouldn't be totally against it.

She rolls over to face me and I turn my head to make eye contact with her. She smiles sincerely. "If you're down, then I'm down."

Butterflies erupt in my stomach.

"I mean, sure, whatever," I say, trying a little too hard to seem nonchalant about it.  Her grin widens and she wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. I try to look back up and focus on the stars, but the feel of her warm touch preoccupies my mind with other, more adult thoughts.

Like banging her. Wait, don't think about that— oh,  too late. Now I'm aroused too. Goddammit. I move slightly, making a light gasp at the feeling of friction. I cover it up with a cough. I see Piper glance at me and I think the cough didn't fool her.

"You know, so you ever wonder what it's like getting with a chick?" she says. I keep looking at the stars and I feel my heart jump. "I mean, I've made out with a girl or two, but I mean like, you know—"

Don't say it. Piper, I'm begging you, I'm barely holding on. If you talk like this in front of me, I scared I might do something really—

"—sex and stuff," she sighs happily. I clench my thighs together and grit my teeth. "I bet it's way better than anything a guy can do. For a dude, it's just dick in, dick out, cum, and it's over. But for a girl, I bet the sex is mind blowing," she says, her voice getting lower. I hold my breath.

"Piper," I say, voice small. She looks at me with mild concern.

"Yeah?"

"Can we like... not talk about this, please?" I say quietly. She smirks.

"What do you mean, sex? Touching up and down someone's body, kissing and licking and biting in all the right places?"

"Piper, I'm serious, please—"

"Making them see stars and scream your name?" She says in a low, teasing voice. She moves her hands down to my waist and mimes thrusting against me. "Fucking them so hard they can't walk right the next day? Why not?"

I grunt in frustration. "You don't get it, ok?"

She looks at me with an impish smirk on her face. "What do not I get, Melody?" I cover my face with a mix of shame and embarrassment.

"I like you, ok? So please stop talking about that stuff," I mumble.

"What was that first part? I didn't quite catch—"

I pull my hands away and nearly yell. "I said I LIKE you, ok? Romantically. In the gay way. FULL homo. Like a lesbian." Her expression stills and I bury my face in my hands. After a moment, I feel her hands gently close around my wrists and pull my hands away.

"Hey," she coos. I look down at my chest, refusing to meet her eyes. She gently tips my chin up until I'm facing her and never have her lips looked more kissable. She looks me deep in the eyes. "I like you too. Like a lesbian."

My heart stops. My mouth falls open I try to speak, but my mouth  just opens and closes. She smiles warmly. "Can I kiss you?" She asks.

I nod my head, still dumbfounded. She lets her eyes flutter shut, and she leans in.

By the end of the night. I had learned just exactly how kissable those soft lips were.