| Girlfriends, Chapter 3 Friday, January 2, 1998 Dear diary. It’s tough not being able to tell anyone about me and Lynn. I want to parade her and show people how lucky I am. I want to kiss her in public, but we can’t even hold hands. And it’s not so much about people not finding out, as it is about Lynn’s mother not finding out. If she did, Lynn and I would not be allowed to see each other anymore. It’s really sad, when you think about it. If Lynn is happy and I am happy, and we’re in love, why would anyone think that’s a bad thing? Why can’t Lynn’s mother just be happy for us, for her own daughter? I hate this sneaking around. It’s now eleven days since I saw Lynn the last time, and I miss her like crazy. We spoke on the phone two days ago, and I suggested she should sleep over here this weekend. I told her that there is something special about this weekend, and that I would tell her if she could arrange it. She called me back earlier today. ”I can stay over on Friday,” she said. ”That’s great.” I was so excited. ”What’s the special thing with this weekend?” she asked. ”The NFL playoffs start tomorrow.” ”That’s like sports or something?” ”Football.” ”And this is special because…?” ”As you know, my dad is a sports writer, and every year during the playoffs, he and his colleagues get together to watch the games. This means that you and I can have the house to ourselves all day.” ”Oh…” ”Sounds fun?” ”Sounds like a lot of fun. Just make sure your dad doesn’t tell my mom. She would never allow it.” Lynn is coming over any minute now. I can’t wait. *** Saturday, January 3 Dear diary. I was home alone when Lynn came over yesterday. I opened the door and there she was, as beautiful as I remembered her. As soon as the door closed, I threw myself in her arms, kissing her over and over again, until she had to stop me. ”Ok, ok, that’s enough,” she laughed. ”You’re worse than my dog.” ”I’m happy just so happy to see you. I’ve missed you like crazy.” ”I’ve missed you too.” I helped her take off her jacket. She was wearing a purple long-sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans. ”What do you think?” she asked, spinning around for me. ”Super hot,” I responded. ”My first pair of jeans.” ”Fits you perfectly.” I took her in my arms again, and we kissed passionately for a few minutes. ”Are you ever gonna let me in?” she asked when I let her breath again. ”There is a toll fee to get into the house.” ”Oh, yeah? How much?” ”A hundred kisses.” ”I can afford that.” We kissed again, and it went on like that for about fifteen minutes, before Dad came home. I love being in love! As per Lynn’s request, Dad picked the movie to watch, and he chose a musical, Singin’ in the Rain. Lynn loved it, and I reluctantly admitted to enjoying it as well. After the movie Lynn and I went upstairs to change before coming down for an evening snack. I got my clothes off quikly and then watched Lynn as she undressed. She turned her back to me and took off her pants and shirt. We were now both in our panties. Her nightgown was hanging over a chair and she was about to take it when I snatched it away from her. ”Hey, what are you doing?” she asked indignantly. She turned around, covering her body as well as she could with her arms. ”You can have it back, if you reach out and take it,” I told her. She didn’t. I sat down on the bed, motioning her to come over. She sat down in front of me, blushing and making no attempt to take the nightgown back. By this time, she looked more curious than upset. So I kissed her. Only, I caught her unprepared and she fell back on the bed with me following her down. She pushed me up and grabbed for her nightgown, but I threw it off the bed and held on to her arms. She was definitely upset with me now. ”I’m sorry,” I said in my most apologetic voice. ”May I kiss you?” I asked in a more seductive tone. ”Please? Pretty please?” I placed my lips carefully on hers and waited for a response. It came, eventually, when she began licking and nibbling on my lower lip. She wasn’t covering herself anymore. ”That was a naughty thing you did,” she said in mock anger. ”I’m sorry.” ”Now you must be punished.” ”Huh?” was all I could say before she had her fingers all over me, tickling like crazy. Before I knew it, I was lying on my back, screaming out loud and pleading for mercy. ”Give up?” ”Yes! Yes! I give up,” I screamed. She stopped and lay down on her back beside me. We were both panting. ”You better not cover yourself up around me again,” I said. She got a little embarrassed, but made no effort to conceal herself. Progress. Definitely progress. ”If you do, I might just have to throw you out on the street.” ”You think you could?” she asked. Was she challenging me? ”You think I can’t?” I replied. She sat up. ”No.” ”We’ll just see about that,” I said, as I sat up and grabbed for her arms. She was surprisingly strong, but I managed to pin her down at the bed. Then there was a knock at the door. Dad must have heard us from downstairs. We both sat up on the bed. ”Come in,” I yelled, while grabbing Lynn’s wrists and holding her hands behind her back. I wasn’t about to let her cover herself now. Dad entered, and Lynn blushed and diverted her eyes. ”Are you two ok?” he asked. ”We’re fine,” I replied. ”Are you coming down for a snack?” ”I’m not hungry. How about you, Lynn?” ”I’m fine.” She refused to look up. ”What’s with her?” he asked me. ”Nothing, she just embarrassed,” I explained. ”Be nice to her. She is our guest, after all.” ”Yes, Dad.” He left and I let Lynn go. ”That wasn’t so bad now, was it?” She observed me with this concentrated look, and then took hold of my arms. Before I knew what hit me, I was lying on my stomach with Lynn on top of me, holding my arms tight behind my back. I couldn’t move an inch. ”Please get off me,” I begged her. It was very uncomfortable. ”Do you promise to be nice to me?” ”Yes. Fine.” ”And no more trying to embarrass me?” ”Yes. Ok. Please let me go.” She rolled off me and lay down on her back. I rolled over, still feeling the adrenaline. ”How did you do that?” I asked her. ”I’ve had lots of practice. My little brother and I wrestle all the time. I know every trick there is.” For minutes, none of us moved. I thought maybe she had fallen asleep or something, when suddenly she turned and looked at me. ”Hey, you’ve got boobs!” she said cheerfully. I don’t know what surprised me the most, her sudden outburst, or her using the word ”boobs”. ”I can’t belive I didn’t notice them before. Can I touch them? Please?” I was too stunned to speak, but I managed a nod. It was with a sort of nervous determination she pressed on my right breast with her forefinger. I just lay there, doing nothing at all, letting her experiment for a while. She touched the nipple gently at first, then squeezed it. It felt really nice. Next, she used her whole hand to feel the tit’s roundness, still completely focused. She had touched, squeezed, pressed, pinched, and caressed my tits for ten minutes before I told her it was enough. ”Maybe we should go to sleep,” I suggested. ”I have never seen you wear a bra. Do you even own one?” ”I don’t need a bra.” ”Yes you do, and tomorrow we will go shopping.” ”I don’t want to go shopping.” I had been looking forward to spending the entire day at home, alone with my Lynn. ”You need a bra and I, as your girlfriend, should be there and help you pick it out.” ”Fine,” I conceded. She seemed to be looking forward to it and probably wouldn’t stop talking about it until I agreed. ”Good.” ”Let’s go to sleep.” ”Ok,” she said. ”Give me my nightgown.” ”You don’t need it,” I told her. ”I can keep you warm.” She hesitated, but crawled under the cover nonetheless. I followed, and we lay in the same position as our other night together. It was incredible to feel her warm, naked flesh pressed against me. We kissed goodnight and she turned off the light. When I woke up this morning, I was alone. Lynn had already gone down to the kitchen for breakfast. I put on a T-shirt and went downstairs as well. Lynn was in the kitchen wearing her nightgown and eating breakfast. Dad was sitting across from her, and they were discussing me, judging by the way they went quiet when they noticed I was there. It felt like forever before dad finally left. As soon as he did, I took Lynn’s hand and led her to the living room. She sat down on the couch and I sat on her lap with my knees on either side of her. For me, the best thing about having Lynn as a girlfriend is not hanging out with her, or even kissing her. It is a moment. Specifically, it’s the seconds just before we kiss, when I look into her eyes and it’s like the earth stops spinning and time no longer exists. All there is in the world is Lynn and me, and the love we share. She gives me her most beautiful, magical smile, and I feel like everything I could ever want is right there in front of me. After making out for about five minutes, I asked her if she really wanted to go to the mall. ”We can do this all day, you know. It’s a shame to waste all day in a place where we can’t even hold hands.” ”We’re going to the mall,” she said sternly. ”I know,” I said in resignation, ”but we don’t have to leave right now, do we?” ”No, not right now.” ”Good.” I got off her and helped her up. As soon as she was standing, I began undressing her, but she stopped me. ”Not down here. Let’s go up to your room,” she suggested. Once we were in my room, I pulled the nightgown over her head and she took off my T-shirt. Not five seconds later, our uncovered bodies were rubbing together and our lips met in a most passionate kiss. My hands were caressing her back and neck. Her skin is so soft and smooth; I couldn’t stop feeling her up. We went over to my bed and sat down. She took both my tits in her hands and massaged them softly. ”Kiss them,” I encouraged her. ”What?” ”Kiss my boobs.” She hesitated at first, but then she planted a wet kiss right on my nipple. It felt really nice. ”Lick it,” I then suggested. My whole body shivered at the gentle touch of her tongue. I lay down, leaning on my elbows. For several minutes she played with both my tits and nipples. Then she just stopped. ”You like that?” she asked. ”I love it,” I said. I was getting quite horny. ”Good. You can have more once we come home.” She got out of bed and went over to pick up her clothes. I couldn’t believe she had just abandoned me like that. ”Can I borrow the green sweater I like? Thank you,” she said before I could respond. Not that would have said no, had she given me the chance. She left the room, taking her clothes with her. I got dressed as well. It was rather cold out, so I put on my white turtleneck and a pair of jeans. We met up downstairs ten minutes later, all ready to leave. Lynn was wearing the green sweater and she looked great in it. I pleaded one more time with her to stay home, but she refused to even listen. The shopping trip turned out to be not such a bad idea after all. Every time I tried on a new bra, we made out in the fitting room. And outside the store, we were checking out girls. A new experience for sure, and a lot of fun. In a corridor we found a small store selling only underwear. They didn’t have a kids' department, but we went in anyway. Their bras were a lot prettier and sexier than anything I had tried on so far. The store was empty except for the clerk who, by the way, was a beautiful eighteen-year-old blonde girl. ”What about her,” I whispered to Lynn. ”She is hot.” ”She’s gorgeous,” was all she had time to reply before the pretty clerk came up to us. ”Can I help you?” she asked. Her tag said ’Sarah’. ”We’re just looking,” I said. ”For a bra, for her,” Lynn filled in. ”I don’t know if I have anything your size,” the clerk said, looking appraisingly at my breasts. ”Come with me and we’ll take a look.” We followed her into the store. Lynn immediately spotted something she liked. It was white and laced, and you could practically see right trough it. She picked out one in the smallest size she could find and gave it to me. ”Try this on.” The clerk gave me another one. I took both of them and went into the fitting room. Lynn was right behind me. When I tried to kiss her she stopped me and told me to try on the one she picked out. I did, and it fit pretty comfortably. ”You have to take it,” she demanded. For emphasis, she kissed me for twenty seconds while I was wearing the bra. I was still a little uncertain and tried on the other one. She looked very disappointed when I did. I liked this one a bit better, and I thought it was every bit as sexy as the other one. ”I like this one,” I said, indicating the bra I was wearing. ”Please?” she pleaded. We discussed it for a while, not being able to come to an agreement. ”Tell you what, we let the clerk decide,” I suggested. Lynn reluctantly agreed, knowing which of the two the clerk picked out in the first place. She was sitting by the register when we got out of the fitting room. ”Anything fit?” she asked. ”I can’t decide between these two,” I said, holding out the two bras. ”I thought maybe you could help.” ”Of course I can. Which one do you like,” she asked Lynn. ”I like that one.” Lynn said, indicating the bra she had picked out. ”Then that is the one you should buy,” the girl told me. ”Why?” I wondered. ”Because,” she said, ”she will be the one taking it off.” I was stunned and Lynn was too. ”How did you know?” I asked the clerk. ”For one thing, I heard what you whispered when you came in. And you weren’t exactly silent when you were making out before. But most of all, it’s the way you’re behaving around each other.” I looked at Lynn and she looked at me. We couldn’t believe we were so easily exposed. ”Of course,” the clerk continued, ”I knew what to look for.” ”You mean you are…,” I began and she nodded. ”I’m guessing you’re not parading your love,” she said. ”It’s ok, I won’t tell anyone.” She winked at us. ”You know, we have a special fifteen-percent discount at this store. All you have to do is to prove you’re into girls.” ”How?” I asked. ”You need to kiss her, with tongue, for five seconds.” I looked at Lynn. I kind of liked the idea of kissing in front of another girl but was concerned she wouldn’t be. She had a strange look, like she found the whole thing amusing or something. ”Sure,” I said. This would be the first time anyone had observed us kissing. We went into the fitting room just in case anyone happened to enter the store. The clerk watched closely while we embraced each other and kissed for five, ten, fifteen seconds, before breaking of. It was a great kiss. The clerk smiled at us. I’m pretty sure she made up the discount just for the chance to see us kiss. ”Good enough?” I asked. ”Beautiful,” she replied. ”You are by far the cutest lesbian couple I’ve ever seen.” Her choice of words surprised me. I know I’m in love with a girl, but a lesbian? Lynn didn’t seem to react though. I’m probably just being silly. I paid for the bra Lynn had chosen, and then we left. I bought three bras—the sexy one Lynn picked out, one plain one for everyday use (both of them white), and a blue sports bra that matches the soccer team’s jersey. By the time we were done, it was late in the afternoon. We dropped off the stuff at my house and then went over to Lynn’s for dinner. I stayed there until Dad picked me up. |