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Story Three: Just Another Lesbian Love Story

The loud beeping of the alarm knocks me out of deep sleep.
Reaching across the table, I push the off button.
Rubbing the grogginess out of my eyes, I slowly sit up on the side of my bed.
I stand up, stretch, then walk to my closet.
After picking out my outfit for the day, a white blouse, a light blue sweater, and a black skirt, I walk to the bathroom and take a shower.
Today will be just another first day at school.
My family moves around so much that I've just gotten used to it at this point.
My dad's job requires us to relocate often, but at least it allows us to live in comfort for the short time we're in one area.
I step out of the shower, get dressed, and brush my long blonde hair.
Continuing with my routine, I go into the kitchen and eat breakfast with my brother, Milo.
"Did you sleep okay?" I ask, noticing the dark circles under his eyes.
"Yeah... I'm good," he mumbles in a raspy voice.
"Are you sure? Or did you stay up all night playing video games again?" I smirk.
"Astra, I'm fine. You don't need to act like mom y'know."
"I'm just concerned for my little brother, there's nothing wrong with that. I just want you to start taking care of yourself," I explain.
He stands up, drops his dishes off in the sink, and mumbles "Stop acting like you care," before walking out.
"Teenage boys, I'll never understand," I sigh.
"What was that?" a voice asks before mom walks into the kitchen.
"It's Milo. I just want to help him, y'know? But he never says much and then just walks out dramatically," I reply.
"Just give him some time. He's only fourteen; you're almost an adult. He'll learn to listen to you someday," she smiles.
"I hope so..." I mumble.
"As for now, don't you have somewhere you need to be?"
I glance at the kitchen clock.
"School! I lost track of time. Thanks mom!" I shout before running out of the house to the bus stop.
A couple of people are already standing there.
They all look over at me, either sizing me up or checking me out.
So that's what kind of school this is going to be, just great.
When the bus arrives, it is almost completely packed with very few seats left.
A boy scoots aside and beckons me over.
Reluctantly, I take the seat.
"You're new. What's your name?" the boy asks.
"Astra," I reply shortly.
"Well Astra, I can tell you that we're definitely going to get along. The name's Riley," he smiles mischievously.
I remain silent.
He continues to ramble on about himself until the bus arrives at the school.
I immediately make my way to the office to get my class schedule and get my locker assignment.
The office staff are very kind, and the principal herself tells me to talk to her if I run into any problems with any students.
It seems she already knows that I probably won't fit in.
Just in the few minutes between leaving the office and getting to my first class, I witness two fights between girls.
Most of the boys are checking me out, and the girls who aren't fighting are staring in jealousy.
I've never really thought my physical appearance was all that special, but everyone else seems to think it is, and it makes me feel very self-conscious of my feminine figure.
Any other girl in this school would be happy to have all this attention, but for me, it is extremely uncomfortable.
During the switch between third and fourth period, Riley catches me in the hallway.
A bad feeling starts bubbling in my stomach.
"Hey Astra, can you help me with something for the school real quick?" he asks.
"I have to get to class and get permission first," I state.
"No need for all that; it'll only take a second!" he smiles.
He takes my wrist and starts dragging me to a much emptier part of the school.
The bad feeling continues to grow.
The late bell rings.
Suddenly, he stops at the end of a hallway and pins me to the wall with one hand.
"Let me go!" I shout.
"Come on Astra, it'll be quick. I know you want to."
He pulls closer to me and puts his knee between my legs.
I feel sick.
He lifts my sweater and begins unbuttoning my blouse.
"No, don't touch me!"
"Didn't you hear what she said? Let her go," a voice says.
Riley turns his head and I'm able to see the source of the voice.
It's a girl.
"Why should I listen to a dyke?" Riley questions.
"You can either let her go now and only face the consequences from our lovely principal, or I can call the cops now and report you for sexual assault. That would ruin your life y'know," she explains.
He mumbles something under his breath while letting me go.
He leaves the area, glaring at the girl.
The girl walks over to me.
"Hey, are you alright?" she asks.
I'm now able to get a good look at her.
She has a black pixie haircut and wears a lot of black.
She is wearing a leather jacket, and red lipstick decorates her lips.
Her body type is the exact opposite of mine, but she is very naturally beautiful.
She's also a little bit shorter than me.
"Yeah, I think I'm okay," I respond, entranced by her beauty.
She starts buttoning my blouse for me and states, "We should get to the office to file a report. The principal does not take incidents like this lightly.... though that doesn't really stop them from happening, sadly."
She finishes and I pull down my sweater.
"Th-thank you for saving me. What's your name?" I ask.
"Don't worry about it. I'm on hallway patrol for most of the day, since I don't have many classes. And the name's Dallas. And your name is Astra," she smiles.
"How did you-"
She cuts me off, "Rumors. They spread like wildfire in this school, especially when someone like you walks through those doors."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Someone like you. Blonde hair, light eyes, large breasts, wide hips, wears skirts... To assholes like Riley, you seem like an easy target. Even when I came here, they spread rumors. Then I changed my appearance, started hiding my feminine features, and now they all pretty much ignore me. Well, they call me 'dyke', but that insult has been around since I came out as a lesbian," she explains.
While she talks about the school, she takes me to the office to file a report.
"An incident already?" the principal asks.
I nod.
"Which one of 'em?"
"It was Riley, the one on the football team? I forget his last name," Dallas answers for me.
"Of course it was him. Well, he'll face the consequences, including being kicked from the football team. For now, neither of you have class, right?"
Dallas nods.
"I do this period, but I don't have any afternoon classes," I answer.
"I'll call your teacher and have them excuse you. Dallas will escort you home for the rest of the day; I'm not going to force you to go back to class after what you've just gone through."
I thank her and Dallas leads me out of the school.
"Mind if I hang with you for a while?" Dallas asks abruptly.
"No, I don't mind," I reply.
She smiles.
When we walk in the door, Milo is getting ready to leave.
"Milo, where are you going? Shouldn't you be upstairs with mom doing homeschool?" I ask.
He stays silent and begins walking out of the door, but Dallas blocks it.
He turns to me, "What do you want from me?"
"I asked where you're going."
"Somewhere."
"Milo, please, just answer the question."
"I did. Can you get your boyfriend to move now?"
"Dallas is a girl, and not until you tell me where you're going. Where's mom?"
"Mom left. I finished my work, so I'm leaving."
Dallas sighs, "Alright kid, stop being a smartass. Astra is concerned for you and you're not even giving her a straight answer. I'm not letting you leave until you learn some goddamn respect."
"Respect? You don't even fucking live here. Don't tell me what to do. Now fucking move, dyke."
Milo shoves Dallas out of the doorway and leaves.
"I'm sorry. My brother is just being difficult," I sigh.
"This may be an odd question, but do you think your brother has been taking anything? His eyes looked pretty strange," Dallas asks.
The question shocks me.
"I- I don't know. I've never given it much thought.... How did you even guess that?"
"My older sister used to have a problem with oxy, but she's been clean for two years now," she states.
"Oh, Dallas, I'm sorry..."
"It's alright. We can talk more about this later," she suggests.
I nod.
We eat a small lunch and go into my bedroom.
After chatting a little while, I bring up how nice the principal is.
"Yeah," Dallas starts, "our principal is amazing. If you're a genuinely good person who doesn't pick fights or sexually assault or harass people, she will take your word 100%. She's been there for a while, so she's gotten good at picking out people like you and I."
After a moment of silence, Dallas states, "About your brother, I know the signs."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"I mean I know the symptoms of pill addiction and withdrawal. When he left, he was definitely in withdrawal," she explains.
"Dear god... he's only fourteen. Dallas, what am I supposed to do?"
"Well, first, you find proof. Without proof, he's just going to deny everything. Once you have the proof, sit down and talk to him. Tell him that this isn't the only way to escape. Tell him that you're going to be there for him through a terrible and painful recovery process. Most of all, just let him know you'll never give up on him."
I'm speechless.
"You seem to have all the answers," I laugh awkwardly.
Her face takes on a dark expression, "I promise I really don't. It took me four years to catch onto my sister, and by then, she was quickly inching towards death. It took a lot of trial and error to figure it out."
"Hey, are you okay?"
She seems to snap out of it.
"Uh, yeah, I'm fine. Let's talk about something else now... Have you ever been in a relationship?"
"Wow, that was quite the topic change," I state.
"Okay, but have you?" she repeats eagerly.
"Well, a few, but nothing particularly special or heartbreaking. The guy always made the first move and I always made the last," I explain.
"Ah, so you're straight. I've been in a few relationships as well of course. Only took one relationship with a guy to figure out I was a lesbian though!" Dallas laughs.
"Other than that," she starts, "I've had a couple serious relationships with some beautiful, yet manipulative girls."
I stay silent for a moment.
"What is it, Astra?"
"I've never actually considered a relationship with a girl before... I mean, I guess I'm not opposed to the idea; I just... don't really know what to think."
"Wow, hey, it's not that big of a deal. You'll figure it out. Sexuality is fluid and you may not figure it out for a long time," she reassures me.
She gently holds my chin while staring into my eyes.
"You're going to be just fine," she smiles while letting me go.
Once again, I'm mesmerized by her beauty.
Her green eyes are truly hypnotic.
She catches me staring for too long and smirks.
"I-I-I'm sorry!" I blush.
"What were you staring at, huh?" she laughs.
"It's not funny!" I shout.
"Then tell me what you were staring for!"
I pull my sweater over my face, then answer, "I just think you're... really pretty, that's all."
"Take that sweater off your face! That's nothing to be embarrassed of!" she cackles.
She then starts pulling at my sweater.
"Hey! Stop! You're gonna rip it!"
She finally stops pulling at it, and I just take off the sweater.
"There, now you can't rip it and I can't hide in it. Happy now?" I sigh.
"Very," she smiles.
After a while, Dallas decides to walk home on her own, and by the time I reach my bedroom, it's almost 9pm.
What a day.
I think I've made a friend at least.
And she's absolutely gorgeous...
It's not long before I drift off to sleep, still in my school clothes.
My alarm startles me awake once more.
Not needing a shower this morning, I immediately get dressed in a colorful loose t-shirt and another skirt.
Suddenly, the memory of Dallas pulling at my sweater comes back, and I start blushing all over again.
Why is it that she can make me blush like this?
I walk to the kitchen for breakfast and Milo is already sitting there.
His eyes meet mine, and I think I know what Dallas means.
His pupils are really small.
"Milo... are you really okay?" I ask.
He barely seems fazed by the question.
"I'm fine, Astra."
"Milo, I know you're not. It's okay to admit that. I don't want to act like I'm mom or dad, or make you feel uncomfortable. I just... want you to be honest with me," I explain.
He stares blankly at me for a moment, then says, "I don't know what your dyke friend told you, but I'm fine. I've been fine, and I'll always be fine. Don't talk to me as if you think you know something!"
He slams his hands down on the table and starts walking away.
"Milo! Wait!"
I chase after him as he starts to walk out of the house.
Before leaving, he shouts, "Astra, leave me the fuck alone!"
The door slams shut.
Then, more shouting.
"What the fuck do you want?!"
"I want you listen to your sister so you can save yourself."
"Save myself? You have no clue what you're talking about."
"I know more than you think. I know you're taking pills. I know the signs. Getting caught up in that shit will kill you. It empties your wallet faster than a gold digger and isolates you from the people that care about you. Your sister cares about you so much; I can see it. You can't because you're in a fog, but Astra wants you to live. She wants you to live much more than she wants to find you dead on your bedroom floor from an overdose. Don't think you'll have an overdose? Don't even question it because if you continue to take pills, you will, and you won't survive."
It feels like the words were taken from my thoughts.
Finally, after enough blind listening, I open the door to find Dallas and Milo at the edge of the lawn, completely silent.
"I-I don't want to die, but I don't want to live either. I don't want to make everyone sad, but I also don't want to feel worthless all the time! So tell me, what am I supposed to do?!" Milo shouts.
I walk towards him.
"Milo, you've said enough. Come here, please," I state.
He walks towards me and I pull him close to me.
"Milo, I want you to come clean to mom and dad too. They can get you the help you need. A recovery program. A therapist. Even medication if you need it. You're my little brother; I don't want any thing to happen to you."
I let him go, and he's crying.
"Hey, you're going to be alright. I've gotta get to school, but you go inside and talk to mom and dad," I explain.
He walks towards the house and I walk with Dallas to school, since the bus is full of people like Riley.
"How did you know Milo was going to walk out again?" I ask.
"I didn't. I had a feeling I should check in on you because of what happened yesterday and saw him walking out of the house," she explains.
"Why are you so nice to me?"
This question seems to take Dallas off-guard.
"Same reason you blush whenever you look at me too long," she responds.
"Because I'm pretty?" I question, confused.
"Sure, let's go with that."
"What is that supposed to mean?!" I ask.
She laughs mischievously, "I know something you don't know!"
We enter the school and go our separate ways.
Luckily, classes go smoothly, and I move fast enough to not get stopped in the hallway.
As soon as I walk out of the door to leave, Dallas jumps out in front of me.
I jump back, "Jesus Christ Dallas! You scared the crap out of me!"
She giggles mischievously.
"Let's do something fun! I'll lead you to my house; I think I have something in mind that you might like!"
Dallas leads me to her house, which is pretty small.
She then leads me to her room, which is full of rock band posters, old books, and art.
The lighting has been replaced with black lights.
I let my eyes wander from the posters to all of the art on the walls.
"Did you paint these?" I ask.
"Yeah, but they're all just pour paintings. The way the paint just glides across the canvas is very satisfying," she replies.
"So what is it that you had in mind?" I question.
"Just take a seat on my bed and I'll work on that," she laughs.
I sit down, and she walks over to her closet.
"I wanna give you a taste of my style!" she exclaims.
"So you're going to give me a makeover?"
"Think of it more like dress-up. I'm not too fantastic with makeup, but I can try if you'd like," she suggests while taking some clothes out of her closet.
She hands me the clothes and tells me to put them on.
"Um, where's the bathroom?" I ask.
"Don't worry about it, you can just change in here. I won't peek, I promise," she smiles, then turns around.
I look at the clothes she's given me.
She gave me a black band crop top, a leather skirt, and some kind of chain harness.
I put on the crop top and the skirt, both of which are a little short, but I can't figure out the chain.
"Dallas? I think I need a little help with whatever this chain is."
She turns around and takes the chain out of my hands.
"This is a chain belt with hanging pieces. It's like those Christmas tree beads but for your waist."
She puts the chain around my waist, then stands in front of me to get a better look.
As she looks down, I swear I can see her face turn the slightest bit red.
"I knew my size was a little smaller than yours, but..." she trails off.
I tug at the bottom of the crop top, which is riding up my chest.
"Well, you're shorter than me, so the skirt was bound to be a little short..."
She takes my hand, leads me into the bathroom, and starts taking out makeup.
I take a seat on a stool in the corner.
She does very little makeup: eyeliner, mascara, and, of course, red lipstick.
I take a look at myself in the bathroom mirror.
"Y'know, despite the very ill-fitting clothes, I don't think I did too bad!" Dallas exclaims.
Then she says, "Wait a minute! Just one more thing."
She takes off her leather jacket and puts it on me.
Oddly enough, it fits me perfectly.
I can only just stare at myself; I look like a completely different person.
"Those are clothes from before I changed to dressing more masculine to get away from the boys," she explains.
"I still couldn't really imagine you in a skirt and a crop top," I giggle.
She smiles back at me, "Well, do you wanna see?"
We walk back to her bedroom and she picks out a more feminine outfit for herself.
I look away, but she says, "I'm gonna need a little help in just a minute, so you can look all you want!"
She winks at me.
So, I watch her quickly undress, and as soon as she removes her shirt, I notice that she's wearing a binder.
I give her a confused look.
She sighs, "I don't experience any dysphoria or anything like that, don't worry. I just wear it for school. I've... had my own experiences with the guys and just decided that hiding my chest would be better than having guys constantly grope at me. Now, could you help me get it off?"
I help get it off, and she immediately covers herself with one arm.
She puts on a regular bra with her back turned to me, then gets dressed in the clothes she pulled out of her closet: a black mesh crop top and a blue plaid skirt.
She adds a double layer chain to the side of the skirt, then looks at me.
If I thought she was beautiful before, there's not a word in the English language that could describe her right now.
Once again, I just stare, completely entranced.
She comes closer to me.
She leans over so that she's face-to-face with me, leans in closer, closer... until her lips touch mine.
I pull away, almost immediately, and fall backwards onto the bed.
"I-I-I'm... I'm sorry Astra. I don't know what I was thinking-"
"Dallas... I think it's best if I go home," I state.
"No, please don't... I'm sorry... Astra, please don't go," she begs.
I take off the leather jacket, grab my clothes, and leave.
When I get home, mom and dad try to stop me from going to my room, but fail.
I set my clothes down on the floor and lay down on my bed, still wearing Dallas's clothes and makeup.
Then there's a knock on my door.
"Come in," I state.
The door opens, revealing Milo.
"Astra, I'm obviously not in the mental state to really say anything, but, did that dyke, I'm sorry, Dallas do anything to you?" he asks.
"She kissed me," I mumble.
"Did you kiss her back?"
"No..."
"Why?"
The question catches me off-guard.
"Why didn't you kiss her back?" he repeats.
"Because she... I... I guess I don't really know. It was just really sudden and I didn't know what to do..."
"Do you like her?" he questions.
"Of course I do, as a friend, but I-"
"Astra, you know what I mean."
"I don't not like her... I mean, she's gorgeous and bubbly... and smart and kind and, and..." I trail off.
"Then tell her that. And kiss back next time," he says.
He gives me a small smile.
"Seems like my little brother has grown up," I smile.
He leaves.
It seems like this morning was exactly what he needed.
I clean my face, change into pajamas, and go to bed.
After my routine the next morning, I walk to the school alone.
When my classes are over, I head straight for Dallas's house.
I knock, but there's no answer and the door is unlocked, so I walk in.
I walk to Dallas's room and open the door.
Dallas is sitting in a ball on her bed with headphones on and her eyes closed.
She's wearing a v-neck t-shirt and shorts, and she's not wearing any makeup.
I walk in, close the door, and sit next to her.
She opens her eyes, looks over at me, and jumps.
She yanks the headphones off her ears, then asks, "Astra? What are you doing-"
I cut her off with a kiss.
She pulls away, looks at me, gently grasps my face with her right hand, and pulls me right back in.
Her lips are so soft, and she's so gentle...
She pulls away once more, releases my face, and looks at the floor.
"What happened after you left yesterday?" she asks.
"I talked to my brother a little bit," I start, "and he helped me realize something. You're absolutely gorgeous, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. You're so very kind and brave... you've already stood up for me so many times and I haven't even known you for a week. You're always laughing, and you always have a smile on your face. Dallas, what I'm trying to say is that there's something special about you, and I'm drawn to it."
"Astra, I don't know what to say... that's just my personality," she laughs.
"As for the most beautiful girl you've ever seen," she starts, "I highly doubt that. There's nothing really special about my appearance. I'm a C cup and my ass is flat!"
"That doesn't matter to me. As you know, I've never dated a girl, nevermind actually find one actually attractive... and you're... perfect. There's no other way to put it," I explain.
She lays down on one side of the bed.
"Come here, lay down with me," she suggests while motioning to the space next to her.
I lay down facing her.
She wraps one arm around my waist, and puts the other under my neck.
I gently place one hand on her hip.
Using the arm she put around my waist, she pulls me closer.
I apparently missed the hint because she uses the other arm to put my head in her breasts and uses that hand to play with my hair.
Her chest is so warm... and soft, like the best pillow ever invented.
At some point, I fall asleep in her arms.
When I wake up, I'm on her bed alone.
My eyes dart around, searching for Dallas.
When she walks in, she's carrying a plate full of food.
"Ah, sleeping beauty, you're finally awake!" she jokes.
"I wasn't even tired I was just..." I trail off.
"Just what now?" she giggles.
"Comfortable," I finish.
She kisses my forehead before sitting on the side of the bed.
"I accomplished my goal then! Anyway, I figured you'd be waking up soon, and it's just about dinner time, so I made dinner," she smiles.
I pull myself next to her and take the plate.
"You made this?" I ask.
"I make all of the meals here. My mom and dad passed away in a car accident when I was younger... It's just been my older sister and I since then," she explains.
"That must've been rough."
"It was, but my sister took good care of me until I was old enough to help take care of her. Now you eat your food before it gets too depressing in here!" she laughs.
I take a bite of the asparagus first, then the chicken, then the fried potatoes.
"It's all so good..."
I stop for a moment and look at her.
"Seriously? Do you have any flaws?" I ask.
"Well, I don't know if you'd consider it a 'flaw', but I occasionally smoke weed. Never done anything harder and don't want to. And as I mentioned earlier, my ass is flat!" she responds.
"Shut up, your ass is not flat!" I shout playfully.
"Oh, so you've been looking?" she smirks.
"I walked right into that one, didn't I?"
She smirks and nods.
"But by 'occasionally', how often do you really mean?" I question.
"I mean sometimes once a week, sometimes a few times a week, sometimes once a month. It all just depends on how anxious or stressed I am. You could probably guess that I smoke the most during exam week," she smiles.
I continue eating and leave once I'm done.
Once home, I notice that nobody's there, not even Milo.
Using the house phone, I call dad.
"Where is everybody?" I ask.
"We're getting Milo checked into a recovery treatment center. He seems to be struggling on his own and your mother and I think it's a good idea. Don't worry, Milo agreed to it," he explains.
"Alright, as long as I know where you are," I state.
"Oh, Astra, before you hang up," he starts, "I know it's very sudden, but something popped up at work and your mother and I need to travel back to Cincinnati for a few days. Four at the most. We catch our flight at 5:30am."
"Alright dad. Stay safe," I reply before hanging up.
Tomorrow's Saturday and I have the house to myself until Tuesday...
The next day, I'm awoken by a persistent knocking at the front door.
I wrap my blanket around me and slowly shuffle towards the front door.
When I open it, Dallas greets me.
"What are you doing at my house so early in the morning on a Saturday? It's like 7am," I ask groggily.
"Couldn't wait to see you is all!" she smiles.
"Come on in then I guess."
We both walk straight to my bedroom.
I lay down on the side of the bed facing the wall and curl into a ball.
"You're so cute when you're tired," she sighs.
I jokingly flip her off.
"Alright, when and where?" she jokes.
"Dallas, Jesus Christ."
"What? You're not a virgin, are you?" she asks.
"Well...."
"You're joking. With a body like that, you couldn't find anyone who wanted to have sex with you?" she questions.
"It's not like that," I yawn, "I've never found someone I was attracted to like that."
Dallas lays down next to me and lifts my head to look at her.
"We'll just have to change that then," she says, then she winks.
"For now, I sleepy," I mumble in a high pitched voice.
She cuddles me again and I fall back to sleep.
When I awake, Dallas is asleep too.
I wake her up with a kiss.
"Who's sleeping beauty now?" I giggle.
She blushes slightly, then goes in for another kiss.
And then another.
And then another.
She trails her lips down my neck and across my collarbones, pushing my night shirt out of the way.
Each time her lips touch my body, it's like there's electricity going through my body, but it feels... good.
And then, she suddenly stops and smiles mischievously at me.
I pull her back in, craving that feeling already.
This time, she bites my lip, which forces a noise out of me.
Once again, she trails downward, but leaving little bite marks behind this time.
My breathing is starting to get really heavy, and I'm starting to get really aroused.
Her lips are back to mine again, and her hand starts slowly moving up my body to my chest.
She squeezes and I let out a loud moan.
She continues to grope me until I feel her hand start to move downward.
I grab her hand before it gets any closer to my pants.
"N-n-not y-yet," I stutter between breaths.
She moves that hand upward and brushes my hair out my face.
"That's okay. I can wait a little bit longer," she smiles.
I lay on my side, facing away from her, squeezing my thighs together.
Dallas whispers in my ear, "You're really cute when you're all hot and bothered."
I turn my head to her.
"Stop that!" I shout.
She just giggles and puts her arm around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
When I finally have enough composure to face her again, I roll back over.
"So... my parents are going to be away for a few days and Milo is in a recovery clinic. I have the whole house to myself," I explain.
"Hmm, if that's the case, then I'm just going to have to stay here with you to make sure you're eating properly!" she laughs.
"No, you don't have to do that... I can take care of myself just fine," I state.
"But as your new girlfriend, it is my duty to take care of you! Besides, it'll be fun!"
"I can't fight you on this, can I?"
"Nope!"
I sigh and sit up.
"Well, first things first, I need to get dressed," I state.
"I actually need to run back to my house and grab a few things. Think you'll be okay without me?" she jokes.
"Oh, shut up and just go get your things," I state.
She kisses me then leaves the house.
I get changed into a plain burgundy v-neck t-shirt and a pair of light skinny jeans.
I sit down on my bed again, thinking about what happened just moments ago.
She really likes to take things fast I guess...
She's also pretty clingy, but I don't necessarily dislike that.
I've known Dallas for only a few days.
We're together and she already wants to have sex with me.
I'm not exactly sure how to feel about that.
I don't dislike the feelings her touch gives me, of course.
I just feel like... I'm just not ready yet.
It isn't much longer before Dallas walks back into my bedroom with a duffel bag.
"You seem really deep in thought. What's up?" she greets.
I stay silent, searching for the words to communicate what I'm thinking without hurting her.
"Astra? Did something happen?"
"No, nothing happened," I start, "I just need to talk to you about something... about this morning actually."
"Uhm, alright. Say what you need to," she responds nervously.
I sigh, "Dallas, I do like you, but you have to remember that this all very new to me, and we've only known each other for a few days. I'm okay with being your girlfriend, but you need to hit the brakes a little bit. You're very eager, and it's adorable, but I need you to take it a little bit slower overall."
She lets out a sigh of relief.
"I was getting really worried there for a sec! I can do that. It's just been so long since I've been with someone like you and I guess I got a little too excited. Sorry about that."
So, Dallas stays at my house until my parents come back from Cincinnati and takes care of me.
Throughout that time, she is less clingy, and asks me before touching me in a new way.
She's trying really hard and it makes me really happy.
A few months pass by, and every day with Dallas is a new adventure.
She takes me to musicals, plays, fairs, and amusement parks.
Sometimes, a date would just be walking through the woods together while I wear Dallas's leather jacket.
Now that I think about it, that jacket spends more time at my house than it does at hers.
Milo is doing better each and every day.
He had a really bad relapse a few weeks after getting out of the treatment center, but he overcame it on his own.
He's in therapy and doing so much better.
Tonight, Dallas and I are planning to go to a party in the next town over.
The next town over actually handles their sexual assault and harassment like they should, so there are less creeps.
Her sister is driving us, since my parents still don't know what's going on.
They wouldn't be nearly as accepting as Milo.
I begin to get ready for the party by grabbing a low-cut red and white dress.
I curl my hair as well.
When I step outside, Dallas and her sister are already waiting for me.
Once I get in the car, we pull away.
"Look at you! Better be careful. If I catch anyone else staring, I'll beat their ass!" she laughs.
"You better not! I wore this for you after all," I reply.
I catch her blushing for a moment while she glances at my cleavage.
"Caught you blushing again!" I laugh.
She jokingly flips me off.
"Oh come on, you look cute, and you never blush!"
She just pouts.
I grab her arm, put it between my breasts as I hold her hand, and lean my head on her shoulder.
She leans her head on top of mine.
We finally arrive at the party after about forty-five minutes.
Dallas leads me inside and the large house is full of people.
"Whoa! Dallas? It's been way too long. Is this the new girlfriend?" a girl with bright red hair asks.
"Nice to see you too Reina. Yeah, this is Astra," Dallas responds.
Reina looks over at me.
"Well aren't you just the cutest thing!" she smiles.
"Thanks," I reply sheepishly.
"No need to be so shy! C'mon, let's get you something to drink," Reina suggests.
She grabs my wrist and drags me over to the kitchen, leaving Dallas behind.
She takes out a glass, some orange juice, and a bottle of vodka.
"No, no, I don't drink," I state.
She pours the orange juice and vodka into the glass.
"Nonsense! Relax, let loose. Have some fun girlie!" she shouts while shoving the glass in my hand.
She stares at me eagerly, so I take a small drink.
The drink is very bitter, but I'm able to swallow it.
"That's it, now go have fun!" she smiles.
I walk away, searching for Dallas and periodically taking a drink out of nervous habit.
When I find her, she's sitting in the living room with a drink of her own beside her.
She's currently using the bong that's being passed around.
When she's done, she looks over at me and motions me over.
I sit down next to her, and instead of me laying my head on her chest, she cuddles up on my chest.
"Dallas?" I question.
"Shush. Let me be subby for once," she responds.
Not sure what she means by that, but I just accept it.
One of the people passing the bong around asks me if I want a hit.
"I-I've never actually smoked before, so I don't know if it's a good idea," I respond.
"I've got your back, Astra. If you get too uncomfortable, we can step outside. If it's still too much, my sister is still close by," Dallas assures me.
I take a nervous breath and state, "Alright, hand it over."
Some people are watching now, probably hearing that I've never smoked before.
I take one big hit and try my hardest not to cough.
Dallas hands me my drink to help me not cough.
After I take a sip, I start feeling the effects.
My head feels fuzzy and heavy, and my body feels really sensitive.
Dallas lays her head on my chest again.
I anxiously sip at my drink for the next ten minutes until it's gone.
By then, I feel really hot from the alcohol, I'm overwhelmed by the noisy party, and there's an undeniable feeling growing between my legs.
Dallas looks up at me, noticing the uncomfortable expression on my face.
She stands up, takes my hand, and leads me outside to get some air.
We sit down under a tree in the front yard.
"Feel any better?" Dallas asks.
I take a deep breath and nod.
My eyes shift focus between her eyes, her cheekbones, her jawline, and then finally stop at her lips.
Her soft, pink lips...
Feeling drawn to, I start making out with her.
Her hands find their way to my hips, then she pulls away.
"Let's take this home, that is, if you really want to... Even then, I'm not sure I should..." she trails off.
I muster up the strength to speak just a single word.
"Please..." I beg.
She kisses me once, then calls her sister.
When we arrive at her house, I can barely make it to the bedroom.
I lay down on the bed and Dallas lays next to me.
She has an evil smirk on her face.
She pulls me close to her and puts her leg in between mine.
I can't stop my hips from moving.
"A little needy, are we?" she whispers in my ear.
She takes her leg away and I whine.
"You're going to have to tell me what you want if you really do want it," she says mischievously.
"No no no please don't make me say it-" I whine.
"Say what? What do you want me to do Astra?" she smirks.
I pout for a while with no success, then whisper, "Dallas, please fuck me..."
As if on cue, she starts making out with me while stripping my clothes off.
She only takes her top off, leaving her black bra on.
Her kisses trail down my neck and to my chest.
Her hand finds its way to my bare breast.
She gropes me with her hand, and leaves marks with her mouth, and it's only making me want her more.
Her hand now leaves my chest and trails down past my hips, sending a shiver of pleasure through my body.
Her lips find mine once again as her fingers enter me.
I can't stop myself from moaning, and Dallas bites my lip.
Her slow pace is enough to drive me crazy, and she can tell.
"S-stop teasing m-me..." I manage.
She smirks, then says, "Alright."
She removes her hand, then spreads my shaking legs apart.
She goes down on me.
Immense pleasure floods my body, and I can't control the noises I'm making.
Just when I thought it was enough, her fingers enter me once again.
The pleasure builds until I can't take it anymore.
Then, I climax.
But she doesn't stop, and I don't want her to.
After making me orgasm several times, she stops, leaving me a shaky, whiny mess.
I hide my face in her chest, and end up falling asleep like that.
I awake feeling very groggy and find myself still naked... but I feel comfortable.
I cozy up against Dallas and she puts her hand around my waist.
Suddenly, there's a banging at the door.
"Astra, your father is here to talk to you. It seems he has something important to talk to you about," Dallas's sister explains.
Then, arguing.
Suddenly, the door opens wide, and my father catches me cuddled up with Dallas.
He barged in, probably thinking that we weren't doing anything indecent.
The shock and disappointment in his face says it all, but he still says, "Astra, get your clothes on. You're coming home right now."
He leaves the room to let me get dressed.
Dallas just stares at me, unsure of what to say.
I put my clothes back on.
"I'm probably not going to be allowed to come back here," I state.
Dallas stays silent.
I kiss her, then state, "I love you," before leaving.
When I get home, both of my parents start yelling at me.
I was apparently supposed to be the "normal child", according to them.
They helped Milo only because they felt they had to I guess.
I never thought my parents would be so cold-hearted, but here they are, showing me a side of them I've rarely seen.
As I suspected, my dad bans me from going to Dallas's ever again.
He then tells me that we are moving again in two weeks.
The news saddens me.
I walk to my room, curl up into a ball, and just start sobbing.
I finally met someone who makes me happy and I can't even be with them...
I'm so upset that I'm unable to do anything but cry and sleep.
I don't eat or drink anything the entire day, nevermind leave my room for anything other than the bathroom.
I pull myself together for school the next day, and still meet with Dallas after class.
She's been crying too, judging from the way her eyes look, but it seems like she has an idea.
Smiling, she asks, "Your eighteenth birthday is tomorrow, right?"
I nod.
"Then I think I have the solution to our little problem. You can start living with me!"
I feel both relieved and stupid.
"I could've saved myself an entire day of crying if I had thought of that. Why didn't I think of that?!" I question.
She pulls me close and places a hand on the back of my head.
Breaking the silence, I state, "This is really awkward since you're shorter than me."
She lets me go and jokingly flips me off.
I smile, then we both head to our homes.
I start packing my stuff into bags and boxes as soon as I get home.
The one good thing about having to move a lot is that I don't have much to pack.
Just clothes, hygiene items, my laptop and cord, and a few personal items.
I only leave out a set of pajamas and some clothes to wear tomorrow.
Once I'm done, I head out to the kitchen for dinner.
It is a completely silent meal, but I didn't think my parents would be over it any time soon.
After I'm done eating, I head to my room to go to bed, but I'm too anxious to sleep.
I spend the entire night staring at the ceiling, thinking about what might happen as a result of tomorrow.
I might not be able to see Milo ever again.
What will happen if Dallas and I break up?
What will I do then?
I try to push out these negative thoughts, but they keep coming back.
After school the next day, Dallas walks home with me.
She wanted to be by my side to give me support.
When I step through the door with Dallas, there's an immediate reaction from my dad.
"Get out of this house or I will call the police," he says.
"Dad, you've made it more than clear that you don't like Dallas being my girlfriend. Well, I'm eighteen now, so I'm moving in with her," I reply.
He's completely speechless.
My mom chimes in, "So you're going to run off with some dyke you barely even know instead of staying with your family that has taken care of you since you were born?"
"If you can't accept that I'm gay and that I love her, then yes, I am. I'm an adult as of today, so there's no real way you can stop me," I explain.
"Come on Astra, we all know you just like her because she looks like a boy. Don't be so ridiculous," my dad claims.
"Except, that's not the truth at all. I love Dallas because, even though she can be impulsive, she cares about me and is considerate to my feelings. I love her because she's absolutely beautiful and her chest is a fantastic pillow. I love her because she's bubbly and carefree and she looks hot in a skirt. I love her because she's Dallas, the girl of my dreams. I always wondered why I couldn't get into serious relationships with guys, and it's simply because I'm not attracted to them. I'm attracted to girls, and Dallas happens to be the reason I figured that out," I argue.
Both of my parents are speechless.
Dallas looks like she's about to burst into tears.
My mom sighs, "If that's how you feel, get your things and get out."
Dallas and I walk to my bedroom and close the door.
Dallas hugs me tightly.
"You didn't have to say all those nice things about me. I'm not all that," she happy sobs.
"But you're all that and more to me. You're so perfect Dallas."
Milo walks into the room.
"I heard what you said out there. If mom and dad really can't accept it, it's better for you to leave anyway. You're eighteen now; live your life," he says.
"That's what I'm planning to do," I reply.
"Think if I told them I'm bi, they'd let me move out too?" he asks.
"They'd probably say 'You're only fourteen! It's just a phase' or something like that," I sigh.
"Y'know, you're probably right. I wonder what they'd say if they met my boyfriend!" he laughs.
I pause a moment.
"Wait a minute. That wasn't just a joke? You're actually bi?" I question.
He nods.
"I've learned quite a few things from going through what I've been through. I guess it kind of forced me to grow up. As a result, I think I have a grip on who I'm supposed to be at least," he explains.
I give him a hug.
"I'm proud of you," I state simply.
He smiles and walks away.
Dallas calls for her sister to bring her car.
When she arrives, Dallas and I carry my things out to the car.
Before leaving, I walk up to both of my parents to see if they have anything left to say, but they want nothing to do with me anymore.
Milo walks out with me to say his goodbyes and tells me that he'll reach out again if mom and dad ever allow him to get a phone, or when he moves out.
Considering they never let me have a phone, that first one is unlikely.
Dallas gives him a slip of paper with the house phone number on it, just in case.
I give Milo one last hug and then Dallas's sister takes us home.
I unpack all of my things and Dallas guides me on where to put everything.
I cried for a few nights after that, missing my family.
After Dallas and I graduated, I went to a vocational school and Dallas actually got scouted for modeling.
Dallas also started embracing her femininity again by wearing a bunch of goth dresses and even growing her hair out.
She also burned her binder right after graduation, saying that it was in celebration of never having to hide her body from the creeps ever again.
Milo ended up reaching out to us sooner than we expected because mom and dad found messages between him and his boyfriend and kicked him out.
We took him in until he graduated, and then Dallas and I decided to start our lives somewhere else.
We moved to a big city with more modeling opportunities for her.
Shortly after the move, Dallas proposed to me at a dinner full of her modeling friends.
The company she works for wanted us to do couple's photo shoots for them because of that, and it made for some really fantastic memories.
I definitely realized that modeling was not for me, but doing it with Dallas made it worth it.
The wedding was beautiful.
My parents even showed up to make up for how they treated Milo and I.
It was a sweet gesture, but Milo and I are adults now and don't want a relationship with our parents anymore.
They berated me for being gay and kicked Milo out before was eighteen because he dated a boy.
If they want to make up for that, they'll have to do a hell of a lot more than just show up at a wedding.
Since the wedding, Dallas and I have only continued to enjoy our lives.
We decided that we don't want children, but we adopted a litter of rescued kittens that are pretty much our children.
As I lay here on my king sized bed with my beautiful wife, surrounded by our five cats, I can only imagine what would've happened if I had never met Dallas.
Dallas kisses me, then says, "I'm glad I met you Astra. I'm one lucky bitch to have such a beautiful wife!"
I laugh, "You're the model here, not me! And our wedding shoot doesn't count!"
She holds my head in one hand, then kisses me again, more sincerely this time.
"I love you Astra."
I smile, "I love you too, Dallas."