A single red rose.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Addison Melborne blinked in surprise at the flower sitting atop the stack of textbooks and notebooks in her school locker. Adjusting the books in the crook of her arm, she picked up the rose, careful of the thorns. It was a brilliant red, so lovely.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She looked around the bustling hallway but no one seemed to be more than a little interested in her, no one standing out as the giver of the flower. Frowning, she looked down at it, wondered who it was from.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Looking back in her locker, she noticed a folded piece of paper. The rose had grabbed her attention when she had opened her locker and she had overlooked the note. Setting the flower back in the locker, she picked up the note. In elegant penmanship, someone had written ‘Your Admirer’ on the back of the paper.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cMy admirer,\u201d she said, out loud, blinking in surprise. If she went to a co-ed school, such a gift and note might not have been such a shock, but she went to an all girl school. Another student here at St. Micheal’s had given her what appeared to be a love letter.<\/p>\n
\u00a0A girl.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Again, she looked around the hallway but couldn’t spot anyone who might be the giver of the rose. Looking down at the letter in her hand, she felt her heart beat faster. Her stomach fluttered at the thought of a girl here at St. Micheal’s liking her.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Recently, she has been doing a lot of thinking about herself, trying to figure out these thoughts and feelings she’s been having. The other girls in her grade were beginning to talk about boys and the prospects of dating. She tried to seem interested, but she didn’t share their excitement. Maybe the fact that she had to try so hard to be like them should tell her she was not.<\/p>\n
\u00a0These feelings… She hadn’t told anyone about them, not even her best friend, which she was a little ashamed of. She knew Bethany wouldn’t stop being her friend if she told her she thought she might be a lesbian. Still, she was afraid to admit she didn’t feel an attraction to boys because she found the female form more appealing.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Now, a girl had sent her a rose and she felt that nervous energy the other girls talked about, felt like giggling and dancing.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She didn’t, of course. She didn’t want to draw attention to herself. Putting her books in the locker, she pulled out her backpack. She loaded\u00a0it up\u00a0with what she needed for homework, then slipped the note the front pouch. Looking at the rose, she didn’t know what to do. It would be crushed if she put it in her back pack and she couldn’t just carry it. People would wonder where she had gotten it and why. She just didn’t need that kind of attention in her life right now.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Sighing, she left the rose sitting atop her books, closed her locker. She wished she could bring it with her, glanced over her shoulder at her locker as she hurried to catch the bus home.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She found Bethany sitting in their usual spot, slid in beside her. The girl grinned at her, then narrowed her eyes as she saw the look on her face. She was trying not to smile but she couldn’t help it and her cheeks were flushed with excitement.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhat are you so happy about,\u201d Bethany asked.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Addison glanced at her friend, knew the girl could read her like a book. It was a curse of friendship. She felt herself blush and scrambled for something to tell the girl. She sighed when Bethany started shaking her head. The girl knew she was trying to avoid telling her something.<\/p>\n
\u00a0She took the note from her backpack, showed Bethany what was written on the back. The girl frowned, then her eyes got big as the ramifications of the note really sank in. Laughing, she said, \u201cWait, you have a secret admirer at St. Micheal’s? Then…\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Addison said, grinning sheepishly, \u201cthere was a rose, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cSome girl gave you a rose,\u201d Bethany said, laughing, \u201cWhat does the note say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI don’t know. I haven’t opened it, yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cI didn’t want to do it in school,\u201d Addison said, looking down at the note in her hand.<\/p>\n
\u00a0Bethany grinned at her, said, \u201cAfraid it would make you blush and someone would notice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0She knew her friend was joking but that was pretty much the truth.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cYou need to get over being embarrassed and just be yourself,\u201d Bethany said, smiling at her.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cMyself,\u201d Addison asked, her heart racing. The statement from her friend scared her a little bit. Did the girl know?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cCome on, Addie,\u201d she said, meeting her eyes, \u201cI’m your best friend. Do you really think I didn’t notice the changes in you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Her palms began to sweat and she was a little shaky with adrenaline. Had it happened? Had someone finally noticed she was different?<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u201cThen there was the grin on your face when you sat down,\u201d Bethany said, still holding her gaze, \u201cI haven’t seen you grin like that in a month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00a0Oh, God<\/em>, Addison thought, swallowing hard, she knows!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to,\u201d she said, smiling, \u201cbut I’m always available if you do. Whenever you are ready.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0She nodded, couldn’t breathe. She wanted to open up to her friend, but she couldn’t get the words out. Embarrassed, she looked away.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cRead your note, silly girl,\u201d Bethany said, affection thick in her voice.<\/p>\n \u00a0Finally drawing in a deep breath, she held it as she opened the note. The handwriting was very neat, almost frilly. Definitely a girl’s handwriting. Her heart was racing as she began to read:<\/p>\n \u00a0My Dear Addison,<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0I wish I had the nerve to tell you in person but please know this note is my heart put on paper. Your beauty is almost too much to bear, takes my breath away and leaves me weak. You are always on my mind and in my heart…<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0The raw sentiment of the letter startled a gasp from her, her heart skipping several beats in her chest. She put a hand to her mouth, couldn’t believe some girl felt so strongly about her. She’d never been so happy or excited or scared.<\/p>\n \u00a0Oh God<\/em>, she thought, what if<\/em>…<\/p>\n \u00a0There were just too many what ifs<\/em> to even think about right now. There wasn’t much left of the note and she finished reading the rest in a hurry:<\/p>\n \u00a0\u2026 I don’t know if you could ever be interested in a silly girl like me, but I pray you might. This rose is a token of my affection but also an invitation. Leave it on the trophy case by the rear exit and I’ll take it as a sign, a ray of hope. As always, yours- your admirer. <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0She felt Bethany’s eyes on her, glanced at her friend. She blushed when she saw her grinning at her, managed a sheepish one of her own.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThat good, huh,\u201d her friend asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cPretty good, yeah,\u201d Addison said, with a nervous laugh.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFigured,\u201d she said, grinning, \u201cyou got that look on your face you always get when you\u00a0eat an Oreo blizzard.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison laughed, her cheeks getting even redder. She knew what her friend was insinuating with the statement. She loved the frozen concoction from Dairy Queen, ate them with such relish her friend usually made fun of her.<\/p>\n \u00a0——————————————<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou think?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison saw the amusement on her friend’s face, felt her face turn scarlet. Her heart was racing in her breast and she felt a little sick to her stomach, she was so nervous. She felt kind of guilty, being so anxious about talking to Bethany. Up until recently, they could talk about anything and everything.<\/p>\n \u00a0She had invited the girl over to finally tell her that she was a lesbian. She had psyched herself up for it, rehearsed what she’d say, but when the time came she had hedged. She had said ‘I think’, like she was unsure. That wasn’t the case, anymore. Her reaction to the letter and rose from her admirer was proof enough.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany laughed and put her arms around her shoulders. Giving her a reassuring squeeze, she said, \u201cWell, my might-be lesbian friend, shame on you for waiting so long to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Grinning sheepishly, Addison said, \u201cI guess, I was a little scared.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDid you really think this would change anything?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t know. It’s just… It is a little scary to be different. Do you know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Giving her another squeeze, Bethany said, \u201cYou’ve always been a little different.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHa ha,\u201d Addison said, laughing at her own expense.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt’s why we make perfect friends,\u201dshe said, grinning at her, \u201cwe are both a little off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou more so than me,\u201d Addison said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou wish you could be off as me,\u201d Bethany said, winking at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, she felt some of the tension drain out of her. They were going to be okay. That was the one thing that kept her quiet about her attraction to other girls for so long, the thought of losing Bethany as a friend. She loved the girl too much to let that happen.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAll jokes aside,\u201d Bethany said, meeting her eyes, \u201cI’m here if you want to talk about it. Any of it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Giving her friend a warm smile, she said, \u201cThank you. You know, for being such a good friend.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDon’t get all mushy on me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison said, \u201cI won’t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGood,\u201d Bethany said, giving her one more squeeze before letting her go, \u201cnow, tell me about this secret admirer of yours.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat did the note say? Do you know who it is,\u201d her friend asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt didn’t say,\u201d Addison said, grinning. She couldn’t help it, always had to smile when she thought about the letter from her admirer.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThen what did it say,\u201d Bethany asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison looked at her friend for a long moment, then got off the bed and went to her desk. She returned with the note. Hesitating, she looked down at the folded piece of paper, wondered if she should show her friend. It was kind of personal and not just for her. Her admirer had poured her heart out on the page, expressed her feelings for Addison, and Addison alone. She seemed a little shy about putting herself out there, hence the note and rose.<\/p>\n \u00a0Seeing her pause, Bethany said, \u201cI don’t want to read the note. That is between you and your admirer.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Relieved, Addison said, \u201cI didn’t feel comfortable showing you. The girl, whoever she is, seems kind of shy about this. Do you know what I mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou mean, because she sent you a note instead of coming to you in person?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMaybe she is scared like you,\u201d Bethany said, then shrugged when Addison looked at her, \u201cmaybe she is feeling you out, seeing if you might be interested.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHuh,\u201d Addison said, looking down at the note, \u201cyou are probably right. She wants me to put the rose in the back display case at school if I am.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIf you are,\u201d Bethany asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cInto girls, I guess,\u201d Addison said, blushing when Bethany grinned at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAre you going to? Put the rose in the display case,\u201d her friend asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t know,\u201d she said, feeling her pulse quicken. The thought of admitting she might be interested both scared and excited her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIf you don’t, this secret admirer of yours might retreat back into her shell and you’ll never hear from her, again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI know,\u201d Addison said, sighing, \u201cIt’s just…\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo, I get it,\u201d Bethany said, smiling sympathetically at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDo you think I should do it? Put the rose in the display case,\u201d Addison asked, chewing on her lower lip.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI can’t tell you what to do, Addie. This one is for you to decide.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0—————————————-<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat do you think of her?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison frowned, a spoonful of potatoes half way to her mouth, \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSarah Jenson,\u201d Bethany said, nodding at something behind Addison.<\/p>\n \u00a0She really didn’t intend to but she looked over her shoulder, saw Sarah at the table behind them. The girl was standing, leaning in to show her friends something. The shorts she wore were snug on her round backside and her long legs were tan from time in the early spring sunshine.<\/p>\n \u00a0Turning back, she saw Bethany grinning at her. She raised her eyebrows questioningly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cShe has a cute butt, don’t you think,\u201d Bethany asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0Snorting in surprise, Addison said, \u201cWhat?!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey,\u201d Bethany said, laughing, \u201ca girl can admire another girl’s butt without it being weird.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo, I think it is still weird,\u201d Addison said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFine, it is weird,\u201d her friend said, grinning, \u201cshe still looks good in those shorts, though.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey, I’m the lesbian here,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFine, what’s your lesbian opinion of Sarah in those shorts?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Blushing, Addison said, \u201cShe does look pretty good in them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThere you go,\u201d Bethany said, winking at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat are you playing at,\u201d Addison asked, giving her friend a weighing look. The girl was up to something.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCan’t a girl ask her friend’s opinion of another girl’s butt without having an ulterior motive?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou, no.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFine,\u201d Bethany sighed, over exaggeratedly, \u201cI guess I’m trying to figure out your thing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMy thing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYour type.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison said, \u201cMy type, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey, I’m trying to be supportive here,\u201d Bethany said, grinning, \u201cor nosy. I’m not sure which.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI think you can manage to be both.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt is one of my many talents,\u201d her friend said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0She thought about it a second, then shrugged, \u201cI don’t have a type.\u00a0Or, at least,\u00a0I haven’t figured it out, yet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFair enough,\u201d Bethany said, nodding, \u201cdo you think Sarah is cute?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, she is pretty,\u201d Addison said, then gave her friend a weighing look, \u201cwhy are you asking?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cTrying to have girl talk,\u201d she said, laughing, \u201cwe can’t talk about boys, so…\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou want to talk about girls,\u201d she asked, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCome on, Addie,\u201d Bethany said, winking at her, \u201cthis is your chance to get all googly eyed liked the other girls. So flip your hair and finish this sentence, ‘Oh my God! You know who is totes hot…’<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison said, \u201cAre you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCome on. Play along. Who do you think is cute?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Her cheeks on fire, Addison said, \u201cI’m not telling you.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m your best friend. If you can’t tell me who you are crushing on, then who can you tell?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh God, fine! Larissa,\u201d Addison said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThe chunky girl in our English class?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat? Oh,\u201d she said, then laughed, \u201cno, not her. The eighth grader.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh, the cheerleader,\u201d Bethany said, grinning, \u201cso you are into older, preppy chicks.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHa ha,\u201d Addison said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWas it the uniform or her…\u201d Bethany asked, holding her hands out from her breasts, \u201cpompoms that got your attention.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cJesus, Bethany,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m just saying… A fourteen year old shouldn’t be stacked like that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy are you looking at her breasts, again,\u201d Addison asked, still laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThey are hard to miss. They enter the room a good two steps before she does.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCome on, now. Don’t be hating.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m not hating. I’m jealous. I can’t even stuff an a-cup,\u201d Bethany said, looking down at herself.<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing harder, Addison said, \u201cOh God!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt’s not funny.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI think you’ll be okay,\u201d Addison said, grinning at her, \u201cyou have a few years before you need to start worrying.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t know. I think I take after my mom.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAll the women on my dad’s side of the family, big boobs,\u201d she said, sighing, \u201cbut Mom… Mosquito bites, like me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison said, \u201cYeah, but your mom is gorgeous.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cChecking out my mom, huh,\u201d Bethany said, giving her a look.<\/p>\n \u00a0Blushing, she said, \u201cYou know what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI know. I’m just messing with you,\u201d Bethany said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison gave her a look, then had to smile.\u00a0 Talking to the girl was never boring.\u00a0 She was so unpredictable.<\/p>\n ———————————————<\/p>\n \u00a0The weather was fairly mild for the time of year but Addison had worn her light weight jacket to school, anyway. It had nothing to do with the temperature outside, which was in the lower seventies. She would have been comfortable without it. No, she had worn her coat because its long sleeves were perfect for concealing something.<\/p>\n \u00a0Like a rose, for example.<\/p>\n \u00a0The last three days, it had been into the eighties and she would have looked suspicious in a coat but the temperature had dipped this morning. It seemed the weather was on her side.<\/p>\n \u00a0Now all she had to do was make up her mind whether to go through with putting the rose on the display case or not. She had spent all of her last period class thinking about it, didn’t have a clue what Mrs. Brown was trying to teach her about history. By the time the bell had rung, ending the school day, she was still unsure.<\/p>\n \u00a0Part of her wanted to take the plunge, to put herself out there, if only to one anonymous person, but another part was scared to death of getting hurt. What if this was some mean girl’s idea of fun, to make her oust herself?<\/p>\n \u00a0Standing at her locker, her coat already on and her homework loaded into her backpack, it was time to make the decision. She stared at the rose, couldn’t breath.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cShit,\u201d she muttered, looking around. The crowds were thinning out as the girls headed for their buses. Before she could change her mind, she tucked the rose up her sleeve and closed her locker door. One of the thorns scraped across her forearm, surely drew blood.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her legs were a little rubbery as she headed for the rear entrance of the school and the display case that could either be the beginning of a relationship or the end of her life. Her pace slowed as she saw the case mounted to the wall, her heart racing in her chest. She came to a stop in front of the glass box and she realized she still wasn’t sure she wanted to do this.<\/p>\n \u00a0I could still walk away<\/em>, she thought, looking around, no one has seen the rose.<\/em> No one knows anything, yet. I could just walk away, go catch my bus and go home… And stare at my rose, wondering what could have been.<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0Jittery with adrenaline, she slipped the rose from its hiding place and place it on top of the display case, so only someone looking for it would see it. She had to fight the urge to grab it and run, forced herself to walk away. She glanced over her shoulder, thought the rose stood out like a neon sign but she knew it didn’t.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh, God,\u201d she muttered, made herself keep walking.<\/p>\n \u00a0When she slipped into her spot beside Bethany, the girl gave her a look, then grinned, \u201cYou left the rose.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0It wasn’t a question but Addison nodded, a hesitant smile pulling at the corners of her mouth.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGood for you,\u201d Bethany said, patting her thigh, \u201cI thought you might chicken out.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh, I thought about it,\u201d she said, with a nervous laugh, \u201cdid I do the right thing?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWho knows,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0——————————————–<\/p>\n \u00a0Her text books were open but not a lot of studying was getting done. She spent more time looking through the pages then at them, her thoughts elsewhere. Finally, she gave up, pushed away from her desk.<\/p>\n \u00a0She flopped on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Raising her arm, she looked at the inch long scratch on her forearm, where the thorn had indeed drawn blood. It had stung when she ran it under water, then put some antibiotic ointment on it.<\/p>\n \u00a0She hoped it was the only pain that came from putting the rose on the display case. Not for the first time, she wondered if she hadn’t set herself up to catch a lot of grief. She cringed at the thought of walking into school tomorrow and getting turned into a spectacle by some mean spirited girl. Middle school was hard enough without that stigma hanging over her head.<\/p>\n \u00a0There was a knock at her door and she frowned. Getting up she opened it, saw Bethany standing there, a duffel bag in her hand and her school backpack on her shoulders.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI thought you might need some company, so I asked your mom if I could stay the night,\u201d Bethany said, smiling at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m glad you are here,\u201d Addison said, hugging her friend.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou alright,\u201d her friend asked, pulling back to look at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHonestly,\u201d Addison said, with a nervous laugh, \u201cI’m a mess.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, I thought you might be,\u201d she said, stepping into the room and closing the door.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat if it goes bad tomorrow,\u201d she asked, looking at her friend.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThen I’m going to have to beat up some girl,\u201d Bethany said, pounding her fist into the palm of her hand, \u201cyou don’t mess with my friends.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison felt some of the tension leave her. Bethany always seemed to know how to put her mind at ease.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cBut forget about all that nonsense,\u201d Bethany said, grinning, \u201cI have a good feeling about tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI wish I did.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cTrust me,\u201d her friend said, taking her hand, \u201csome day, you and the misses will be sitting on the porch and you’ll look back at this and laugh about it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThe Misses,\u201d Addison parroted, laughing, \u201cI think I should probably meet this person before you start talking about marriage.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAll I’m saying is, tomorrow is going to be a momentous day,\u201d she said, winking.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI hope so.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cHave faith. You’ll be holding hands and smooching with some girl by the end of the month.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSmooching with some girl,\u201d Addison said, frowning. She really hadn’t thought about what it would mean if the girl finally approached her. Would it be like Bethany said, all holding hands and kissing? She had been so busy freaking out about it going bad tomorrow, she had forgotten to be nervous about it going well.<\/p>\n \u00a0I could end up with a girlfriend<\/em>, she thought, her stomach fluttering in her gut, Oh God! I could be someone’s girlfriend!<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0She wasn’t sure she was ready for any of this.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey, breath, Addie,\u201d Bethany said, laughing, \u201crelax. You are freaking yourself out, again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt just dawned on me that I might have a girlfriend after tomorrow,\u201d she said, sitting on the bed.<\/p>\n \u00a0Sitting beside her, Bethany put her arm around her shoulder, said, \u201cThat’s a good thing, right?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, she said, \u201cI don’t know. I’ve never had a girlfriend before, never even been one, even though Billy Huggins asked me out once. I’ve never held hands. I’ve never kissed anyone before.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany took one of her hands, grinned at her, \u201cThere. You can cross this off your ‘I’ve never’ list.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t think this counts,\u201d Addison laughed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cFine,\u201d Bethany said, then suddenly kissed her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her lips still tingling from where her friend’s had brushed hers, she looked wide eyed at Bethany, said, \u201cYou kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d she said, grinning, \u201cnow you have one less thing to freak out about.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, but you kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt wasn’t much of a kiss,\u201d Bethany said, shrugging.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cTrue. You could have put a little more effort into it,\u201d Addison said, grinning.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey,\u201d her friend said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m just saying that was a weak kiss. What an embarrassing story it will be? ‘ How was your first kiss?’ they’ll ask and I’ll have to say, ‘Nothing special’.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany laughed, then leaned in to kiss her, again. While she had been teasing her about the first one, Addison really hadn’t expected her to kiss her a second time. When she gasped in surprise, Bethany’s tongue touched hers, teased her into a much deeper kiss. She kissed her back without really meaning to.<\/p>\n \u00a0Pulling back, Bethany gave her a sheepish grin, said, \u201cBetter?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Her voice a little husky, Addison said, \u201cWow!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou are a nice kisser,\u201d Bethany said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou kissed me, again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat, is it weird for a girl to kiss her friend?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cA little when you stick your tongue in their mouth, yeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHey, you called my kiss weak. It sounded like a challenge,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThe second one was definitely not weak,\u201d Addison admitted, then blushed when Bethany grinned at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI liked it, too,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Bethany said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHuh,\u201d Addison said, surprised.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLike I said, you are a nice kisser,\u201d she said, shrugging. Suddenly, she grinned, said, \u201cI just realized my prediction already came true.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI said you’d be holding hands,\u201d she said, raising the hand holding Addison’s, \u201cand smooching with some girl. Admittedly, I hadn’t meant me when I made the prediction…\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison said, \u201cOh, God!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Releasing her hand, Bethany said, \u201cNow that we’ve made out a little, what else do you want to do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Winking at her friend, Addison said, \u201cYou mean, like get to second base?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI was thinking watch TV or something more along those lines,\u201d Bethany said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0——————————–<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat are you doing,\u201d Addison asked, her eyes widening.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGetting ready for bed,\u201d Bethany asked, shimmying out of her jeans. In just a pair of panties, she looked at Addison, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNothing,\u201d Addison said, blushing and looking away.<\/p>\n She could still see her friend’s small breasts in her mind’s eye. For all of Bethany’s jokes about her ‘mosquito bites’, she thought the girl had looked pretty good standing there in just some panties. She felt kind of bad about eyeballing her best friend; it\u00a0seemed like a line she shouldn’t cross.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cCome on now, Addie,\u201d Bethany laughed, shaking her head, \u201cyou’ve seen me naked a million times.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI know. This is a first since I admitted, you know…\u201d Addison said, not looking at her, \u201cseems kind of weird now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou can turn around now,\u201d Bethany said, crawling onto the bed.<\/p>\n Addison glanced at her and laughed, \u201cThat isn’t much better.\u201d<\/p>\n She wore just a t-shirt and panties, her long legs bare. Again, she felt guilty about admiring her lean body, but those legs just drew her attention.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany looked down at herself and said, \u201cWhat’s wrong with this? This is how I always sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNothing, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Suddenly, Bethany grinned, \u201cAre you nervous because you think I’m cute?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou answered too quick,\u201d Bethany said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison gave her a dirty look and said, \u201cI did not.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDid.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, Addison shook her head and got off the bed. She went to her dresser, found a sleep shirt. As she started undressing, she felt eyes on her, turned to find Bethany watching her. The girl laughed when she waved her off, rolled onto her back. She hurriedly changed for bed, thought about adding a pair of shorts to her wardrobe but didn’t. She slept in much the same thing as Bethany and any change in outfit would earn her a ribbing from her friend.<\/p>\n \u00a0Still, she felt a little funny being so under dressed in the same bed as her friend. After all, she had lied when she said she didn’t think Bethany was cute.<\/p>\n \u00a0She slid under the light cover, reached for the bedside lamp. In the dark, she stared up at the ceiling, wondering if she’d ever get comfortable enough to sleep tonight.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAddie,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI think you are cute, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, she said, \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGood night, silly girl.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cGood night.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0She felt her friends weight shift as she rolled onto her side to go to sleep. She didn’t even try, just stared up at the ceiling. Free of every other distraction- well, save from the half naked girl beside her- her mind wanted to turn to her admirer. She saw two possible outcomes tomorrow and both of them scared her for different reasons.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou are freaking out, again,\u201d Bethany said, rolling to face her in the dark.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cHow could you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYears of friendship,\u201d she said, finding Addison’s hand in the dark, \u201cdo you want to talk about it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNot really,\u201d she said, laughing, \u201cI just want to go to sleep but I can’t seem to turn my mind off.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThat’s understandable. There is a lot to think about.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Sighing, she said, \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany was quiet a moment, then said, \u201cDid you like kissing me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cTechnically, you kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m pretty sure you kissed me back but fine,\u201d Bethany said, laughing, \u201cdid you like when I kissed you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison was glad her friend couldn’t see her blush, said, \u201cI guess. Why?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI was just thinking about it,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt was my first kiss, too,\u201d she said,\u00a0shyly.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cReally? I wouldn’t have guessed,\u201d she said, then, \u201cit was a nice kiss.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt was nice, wasn’t it,\u201d she said and Addison could hear the smile in her voice.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy are you smiling?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI’m thinking about kissing you, again.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh,\u201d Addison said, feeling her heart race in her breast. She could still remember the feel of Bethany’s lips as they pressed against hers and the thought of another kiss kind of excited her. She rolled onto her side, facing her friend. She could just make out her face in the back light of her alarm clock.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOr, maybe you could kiss me this time,\u201d she said, biting her lower lip.<\/p>\n \u00a0Taking a deep breath to muster her courage, she leaned in and kissed the girl, felt her lips part to let in her. She let herself be drawn into a deeper kiss, her toes curling. A little dizzy with excitement, she closed her eyes and let herself go.<\/p>\n \u00a0Only when their lips finally parted did she realize that the space between them had disappeared. While lost in the kiss, they had come together, Bethany’s body molded against hers, her hand on the small of Addison’s back.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany seemed almost as surprised by the turn of events as she was, \u201cI think we got a little carried away, that time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMaybe a little,\u201d Addison said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt was nice, though,\u201d Bethany said, making no move to pull away.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Addison agreed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI like kissing you,\u201d her friend said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMe, too. We better stop, though,\u201d Addison said, feeling herself getting excited by Bethany’s body pressing against her, \u201cbefore it gets weird.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLet it get weird,\u201d Bethany said, kissing her, again. Again, she felt that dizzying excitement, felt herself responding to Bethany.<\/p>\n \u00a0Breaking the kiss, she said, \u201cThis is the last chance to stop. One more kiss like that and I’m not sure I’ll be able to.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWho said anything about stopping?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cBethany, we shouldn’t be doing this,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSomethings can’t be taken back,\u201d Addison said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou don’t want to do this,\u201d Bethany asked, her eyes meeting Addison’s in the gloom.<\/p>\n \u00a0With a nervous laugh, she said, \u201cI didn’t say that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThen what is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t want this to get weird,\u201d Addison said, sighing, \u201cI can’t lose you as a friend.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDo you think our friendship is that fragile? That any little thing can break it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cLike it or not, you are stuck with me,\u201d she said, grinning, \u201cnow, kiss me, silly girl.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThis is a bad idea,\u201d she said, but she kissed Bethany, anyway. She shivered as a delicious heat blossomed between her thighs. The kiss lingered and she felt her friend’s excitement growing. It fueled her own, her heart racing in her breast.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany took one of her hands and placed it on something soft, pliant. Lost in the kiss, it took her a second to realize she was cupping her friend’s breast. She thought she should pull away but Bethany’s hand was on top of hers. The nipple poked her palm through the thin cotton on her t-shirt, begged for attention. With a shiver of excitement working up her spine, she teased the nipple. Bethany groaned into her mouth, pressing against her hand. It was an invitation she couldn’t pass up, forgot about feeling weird about feeling up her friend.<\/p>\n \u00a0She sighed as Bethany’s hand roamed over her back, onto her shoulder. A nervous giggle escaped her as her friend found her breast. The giggle became a moan as her turgid nipple drug across her palm.<\/p>\n \u00a0This is getting out of hand<\/em>, she thought.<\/p>\n \u00a0When their lips finally parted, Bethany asked, \u201cSo, what’s next?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNext?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou know, after second base,\u201d Bethany husked, her voice thick with excitement.<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison’s eyes widened as what that question implied sank in. Her friend had more than just kissing on her mind. She bit her lip nervously, both scared and excited by the thought of going even further with Bethany. She couldn’t deny the idea was interesting.<\/p>\n \u00a0Swallowing hard, she asked, \u201cAre you sure about this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany laughed, \u201cWhen have I ever done something I didn’t want to?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou really want to do this,\u201d she asked, meeting her eyes.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat, can’t a girl make out with her friend without it being weird?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNot really,\u201d she said, laughing, \u201cI’m pretty sure we crossed the line into weird a long time ago. I think if we go much further, we’ll have passed through making out into… Something else.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSomething else,\u201d Bethany repeated, like she was trying the words on for size, \u201cWhat, exactly, is ‘something else’ for two girls? Do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI might know a few things,\u201d she said, blushing as Bethany gave her a look, \u201cwhen I realized I might be a lesbian, I did some… research.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cResearch?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Her face getting even hotter, she said, \u201cI just wanted to understand the… feelings I’d been having. I looked up what it meant to be a lesbian online. One site I came across talked about having sex. I guess curiosity got the better of me…\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany laughed, \u201cI can see you blushing even in the dark.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cShut up,\u201d she said, laughing at her own expense.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAnything… interesting on the site?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cInteresting?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYou know what I mean,\u201d Bethany said, laughing, \u201canything you want to try?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWait,\u201d she said, propping up on her elbow, \u201care you being serious, right now? You want to have…Sex?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWe are only twelve!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIs that a no,\u201d her friend asked, amused. There was a challenge in her tone, one she used to goad Addison into doing something stupid in the past. Even though she recognized it, she still let it get the better of her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI didn’t say that,\u201d she said, hating herself for rising to the bait, \u201cit’s just… It would be my first time.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany sat up, met her eyes, and said, \u201cIt’d be mine, too. Like you said, we are only twelve, after all.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cBut you still want to do it,\u201d Addison asked.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah, I do. I think it’d be kind of cool, don’t you? You’re my best friend, Addie. I love you to death. I can’t think of a better person to be my first.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Well, when you put it like that<\/em>, she thought, feeling like she might cry. She pulled the girl into her arms, kissed her deeply.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWow,\u201d Bethany said, looking wide eyed at her when their lips parted.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSorry,\u201d Addison said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWas that a yes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d she said, giving her a quick kiss, \u201cthat was a yes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cUm, okay,\u201d Bethany said, with a nervous giggle, \u201cdo we have to… take our clothes off?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNo. You can do it with them on,\u201d Addison said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIf we are going to do this…\u201d Bethany said, grinning at her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201c…we should do it all the way,\u201d she finished the sentence, returning the grin. Her hands were shaking a little as she slipped out of her shirt. She tossed it aside, felt her friend’s eyes on her in the gloom. The dark wasn’t perfect, ruined by the myriad of LEDs on the her electronic devices, so she knew Bethany could see her. She shivered.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany took a deep breath, then hurriedly stripped out of her own shirt. Addison admired the pale swells of her small breasts, remembered how one of them had felt in her hand. Her palm tingled at the memory of the turgid nipple pressing insistently against it. Then her mind flashed to Bethany getting ready for bed, standing there in just her panties. She had looked away in a hurry because she hadn’t wanted to admit she had like how her friend had looked in just her panties.<\/p>\n \u00a0She is back in just her panties now, she thought, grinning. She kind of wished the lights were still on so she could see her better.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cPanties on three,\u201d Bethany asked, hooking her thumbs in the waist band of hers. Addison could just make out her smile, thought it was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cPanties on three,\u201d Addison agreed, getting ready to shuck her underwear, \u201cOne… Two…Three!\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Both girls were giggling as they wriggled out of their panties. Again, Addison felt her friend’s eyes on her skin, her gaze hot. It sent a shiver of excitement through her.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cTurn the light on,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI want to see you,\u201d she said, giggling.<\/p>\n Addison found the lamp, turned it on. The sudden glare hurt her eyes, made her squeeze them tightly shut. It took a long minute for her to get them open and keep them open, but when she finally did, she looked at her friends lean, naked body. She drank in her long legs with their knobby knees; her flat belly and hips just beginning to flare; her small, up swept breasts. She looked amazing sitting there, so soft and inviting.<\/p>\n Bethany bit her lip, her own eyes roaming over Addison. She saw interest in those eyes, was a little surprised by it. After all, she was the only admitted lesbian in the room. Still, there was no denying what she saw- her friend found her desirable.<\/p>\n \u00a0Tucking her hair behind her ear, shyly, Bethany asked, \u201cNow what do we do?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Taking a deep breath, Addison moved in front of her, sat facing her. She put her right leg over Bethany’s left, then urged the girl to put her right over her left. Bethany laughed when Addison scooted forward and their bodies came together. Her eyes were wide as she looked down at their girlhoods mashed together.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cNow, roll you hips forward,\u201d Addison said, showing her what she meant. A shiver of pleasure worked through her as their bodies rubbed together.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh God,\u201d Bethany laughed around a moan, doing what Addison had said, \u201clike this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d she said, a little breathy with excitement. This was really happening. She was having sex with a girl- her best friend, no less.<\/p>\n \u00a0With a little practice, they found the perfect rhythm. Every time their eyes met, they started giggling, the nervous energy between them almost too much to bear. Addison’s face felt hot but she wasn’t sure if she was blushing or was flushed with excitement. Probably both.<\/p>\n \u00a0All she knew for sure was that Bethany’s body rubbing against her own had her so turned on. The site she had found had talked about becoming aroused, what the female body felt like when it was sexually excited. She had all the symptoms in spades.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cThis feels nice,\u201d Bethany said, moaning. When her eyes found Addison, she bit her lower lip and smiled, nodded. The meeting of their bodies was sending little shock waves of pleasure through her. Each one forced a moan passed her slack mouth.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany leaned in and Addison met her half way, their lips meeting. Her hand found the back of her friend’s neck, didn’t let her pull away from the kiss. Not that Bethany seemed to want to, her kiss as eager as Addison’s.<\/p>\n \u00a0When their lips finally parted, Bethany was grinning at her. Addison smiled back, then put her hands on the girl’s shoulders, pushed her onto her back. Gasping in surprise, she looked wide eyed up at Addison as she climbed on top of her, her thighs straddling one of Bethany’s hips. She winked at the girl, settled her weight onto her. Bethany’s surprise turned to excitement as she realized Addison’s intent. Their bodies nested together, again, fitting together like they were meant to. Her friend moaned thickly as Addison rolled her hip’s back and forth.<\/p>\n \u00a0Grinning up at her, Bethany asked, \u201cLearn this from your ‘research’?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Laughing, she said, \u201cShut up and roll your hips.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany met her counter thrust for thrust, their bodies grinding together deliciously. Their little wordless sounds of pleasure mingled in the air between them, a beautiful song of their growing excitement.<\/p>\n \u00a0Looking down at her Bethany’s supine body as it writhed against her own, she couldn’t keep her hands off of her. They wanted to explore her, to know all of her, from her flat belly to the the swells of her small breasts to the baby hairs on the insides of her thighs. She thrilled to the soft, smooth skin under her finger tips. Her touch made Bethany moan and sigh, her body twisting and arching as her caresses set her nerve endings tingling.<\/p>\n \u00a0Propping up on her elbows, Bethany teased her into a kiss, her playful smiling beckoning her lips. She was breathless and little dizzy when she finally had to break it.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany smiled at her, bit her lip around a moan, then said, \u201cIt’s my turn to be on top.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Happy to oblige, Addison, slipped an arm under her friend’s neck, pressed her body against hers, then rolled them until she was on the bottom and Bethany sat astride one of her hips. The deft move seemed to impress the girl and she grinned appreciatively down at Addison.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAre you sure you’ve never done this before,\u201d Bethany said.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cPretty sure,\u201d Addison said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI really need to see this website, then,\u201d Bethany said, winking. She leaned down to kiss her as she began to rock her hips back and forth.<\/p>\n \u00a0Really without thinking about it, Addison’s hands found her friend’s hips, helped her really grind against her. Her back arched off the bed as it made those little shock waves slam into her harder. Her cries kept wanting to get away from her and she had to bite her lip to keep quiet. Bethany was struggling herself, her face pinched in pleasure.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh God, this is good,\u201d Bethany said in a breathy moan.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cYeah,\u201d Addison agreed.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhy did we wait so long to do this,\u201d Bethany said, arching her back, her hair just tickling Addison’s thighs as her head fell back.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWait so long,\u201d Addison said, laughing, \u201cI can’t believe we are doing this already.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIf I’d know it felt this good,\u201d she said, smiling down at her friend, \u201cI’d have been doing it a long time ago.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Addison thought about that a moment, then had to grin, \u201cI think I would have, too.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany laughed, leaned in to kiss her, then said, \u201cWell, I’m glad we are doing it now.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Meeting her eyes, she said, \u201cSo am I.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0As their lips met, again, and their tongues teased each other into a passionate kiss, Bethany’s hands roamed over her body. Everywhere she touched, her skin was left tingling. Addison thrilled to her touch, loved the feel of her hands as they explored every inch of her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Her breathing quickened as she felt a curious tension building in her body. As Bethany’s hips continued to rock back and forth, grinding their bodies together, her cries became harder to restrain. Her body was alive with pleasure, every nerve ending screaming for… Something. She didn’t know what, but something was about to happen.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cIt’s- Oh God… It’s going to happen,\u201d Bethany said, her eyes getting wide. Addison realized her friend sensed it, too, but she thought the girl had an idea what it\u00a0was. She wanted to ask her friend what was going to happen but she couldn’t get the words past the moans that were ripping from her.<\/p>\n \u00a0Then it happened. There was an explosion deep inside of her, her whole body clenching up. It squeezed a cry out of her, then her body went crazy.\u00a0She trembled\u00a0as intense pleasure crashed through her. She saw Bethany stiffen atop her, her lithe body bending almost in half as her back arched. Even as her thoughts turned fuzzy, she knew the girl was feeling the same thing she was, had felt the explosion that had rocked Addison.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cOh, God,\u201d Bethany said, laughing as she brushed the hair out of her face, \u201cthat was… I can’t believe we… You did, didn’t you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI think. What was that?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cI don’t know. It happened to me once in the shower,\u201d she said, then blushed when Addison started laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAnd what were you doing in the shower when it happened,\u201d she teased.<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cUm, washing my hair?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cSome how I doubt that,\u201d Addison said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u00a0Bethany crawled off of her, then stretched out on her back beside her. Staring up at the ceiling, she said, \u201cI’m still shaking all over.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cMe, too,\u201d Addison said, shaking her head, \u201cthat was amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cAmazing,\u201d Bethany agreed.<\/p>\n \u00a0Shaking her head, Addison laughed, \u201cWe just had sex.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0\u201cWhat, can’t a girl have sex with her friend without it being weird?\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Turning her head, she grinned at her, \u201cYou can have sex with me anytime, Weirdo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00a0Continue to Part Two<\/a><\/p>\n A single red rose. \u00a0Addison Melborne blinked in surprise at the flower sitting atop the stack of textbooks and notebooks in her school locker. Adjusting the books in the crook of her arm, she picked up the rose, careful of … Continue reading