Taking a Bite from the Big Apple (Complete)

12

"Is this okay?" Cheryl asked, walking into Toni's room, then turning her back when she saw the brunette in just her underwear, "Sorry. Didn't mean to just barge in."

"You've seen me in a lot less," Toni chuckled, "You can come in here whenever you want. I want my room to be Cheryl-friendly."

"Oh. Good. That's very of the good," Cheryl said, her back still turned.

"You can turn around, sweetie. I was about to come get you to help me zip up my dress, anyway."

Cheryl turned back around and couldn't help roaming her eyes over her girlfriend's half-naked body, her burgundy bra contrasting against her creamy mocha skin and her almost-the-exact-same-shade-of-red panties with the word 'sexy' written across her ass.

Oh yea. She's sexy alright. Sexy and delicious... God I love her boobs...

"We could just stay in, ya know..." she said, keeping her gaze firmly locked on the brunette's breasts, encased in the rich red fabric.

"I promise you have nothing to be worried about. We'll just sit around with the guys and have a good time, we don't even have to dance if you don't want to," Toni replied, looking through her jewellery box, completely oblivious to where the redhead was staring, "And if you're feeling really bad then we can just leave. But I think you'll like it once we get there."

It was Friday night, the night that Cheryl was finally going to be going out, to Liza's, the gay bar that Toni and Fangs had been populating for the past two years, actually called RnBw, but run by a drag queen who dressed as Liza Minelli, so all the regulars called it Liza's. Fangs, Joaquin and Kevin were going as well as Cheryl was feeling a little nervous about it, even though Toni had reassured her she would be fine. She wasn't so much worried about being in the club; that sounded fun enough, she was just unsure of the proper etiquette, whether there was a proper way to act in the situation.

When Cheryl didn't respond for a few moments, Toni looked up and saw where her focus was fixed.

"Ah. That's why you don't want to go out," she smirked, pulling her little black dress over her head, "I'll just take away the temptation."

"Sorry," Cheryl said, smiling sheepishly and sitting on the end of the bed, and taking a deep breath, wanting to talk to her girlfriend about something that she wasn't looking forward to saying, "Um...so you know I suck at dancing and stuff. But I know you really love it. So I'm definitely gonna get up there with you, 'cause I wanna do things you like. But, um, like I said, I suck. So I just wanted to say, if you wanted to dance with other girls, who like, can actually dance and won't make you look stupid, that's okay, I mean, um, it's okay with me, I mean...I guess. I just want you to have fun. But maybe not too much fun...? That came out wrong, I just mean, um, I don't really wanna see you kissing anyone else or something."

Toni, who had by now joined the redhead on the end of the bed, regarded her in a mild state of shock.

"I would never cheat on you," she said, her voice almost breaking with emotion, "Honey, is that what you're worried about?"

"It's just, I know you like going out and dancing and partying and making out with the girls, and I don't wanna stop you from doing something you like doing."

"Oh, Cher," Toni replied and cupped one of the smaller girl's cheeks, "I have had some great nights going out partying with Fangs and the gang, and yea, that involved dancing and making out a little. But you're in my life now, I don't want to be dancing with anyone but you, and nobody's lips but yours are gonna touch mine. And I don't care if we do look stupid dancing, 'cause we'll look stupid together. I wasn't joking when I said I've never felt this way before."