God, this sucks! There’s nothing to do.”
Stephanie Conover rolled her eyes at her step-sister Haylie’s theatrical long-suffering sigh. Then she shook her head that she had thought of the girl as her step-sister. She was still getting used to it. Up until about a year and a half ago, she thought of Haylie Tanner as her goalie on her youth soccer team, then as a friend as they got lumped together when their parents became friends, then started dating. It wasn’t until a couple of months ago when her dad and Haylie’s mom got married that Haylie became her step-sister.
It still felt weird living in the same house with her. Worse, there were only three bedrooms and one of them served as her father’s office, which meant Haylie was her roommate, now. It was kind of like a sleepover that never ended. Sleepovers were fun, but it was nice when her friends went home at the end, and she had her bedroom to herself, again. Alone time was at an all time low.
Her dad promised them they were moving into a bigger place soon, and they’d have their own rooms. Haylie was a good friend and Stephanie loved her to death, but she couldn’t wait until that day.
“Stupid blizzard,” Haylie muttered, looking out the window at the swirling snow.
“At least, we are off from school,” Stephanie said, even though she was as bored as Haylie. Still, she was glad to be off from school. She was looking forward to not having to worry about her math test for at least another day.
Hell, she might even get bored enough to study for it. Probably not, but it was possible.
She had traded her school uniform for some flannel pajama bottoms and a long sleeved t-shirt when the bus had dropped them off at their driveway about an hour ago. Her long brown hair was pulled up in a ponytail, and she had taken her contacts out in favor of her glasses.
She didn’t wear her glasses to school because she thought they made her look dorky but Haylie swore she had a sexy librarian thing going for her. Stephanie figured her friend was full of shit, but it made her smile, anyway.
“What good is it to be off school if we can’t go anywhere?” Haylie asked, looking at her.
Haylie was a blonde to Stephanie’s brunette, but they looked enough alike to have been mistaken for real sisters more than once. They both had strikingly blue eyes and similar delicate features. Hell, they both had dimples when they smiled.
Haylie wasn’t smiling now.
Stephanie really didn’t have an answer to Haylie’s question, so she just shrugged and picked up the remote. She opened the channel guide and started flipping through the list. By the time she was all the way through the channels, she was shaking her head.
“There’s nothing on this time of day,” she said, turning off the TV.
“Didn’t Mom get a movie in the mail yesterday?” Haylie asked.
“I can’t believe your mom still gets DVDs from Netflix,” Stephanie said.
“Mom’s weird,” she said, shrugging, “she still has a cassette player in her car. Swears MP3s don’t sound the same.”
Laughing, Stephanie asked, “What did she get? Anything good.”
“I don’t know,” Haylie said, getting up, “check the DVD player, see if the disc is in it. I’ll check her room.”
Stephanie went to the DVD player, hit the button to open the tray. When she saw it was empty, she went down the hall to see if Haylie had found it. The girl was just pulling the disc out of the tray when she stepped through the door. Haylie held it for her to see, then read the title out loud, “’Blue is the Warmest Color’?”
“Never heard of it,” Stephanie said, going to her side.
“Me, either.”
“Probably an Indy film,” Stephanie said, taking the disc from her.
“Probably,” Haylie said, laughing. They both knew her mother had a thing for less than mainstream movies.
Looking at the disc image, Stephanie’s eyes widened, and she said, “Um, maybe we shouldn’t watch this.”
“Why? What’s wrong?” Haylie asked, looking at the disc.
“It’s rated NC-17,” Stephanie said, pointing at the rating logo.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” she said.
“Then we are definitely watching it,” Haylie said, taking the movie out of Stephanie’s hand and heading for the living room.
Stephanie followed her down the hall and said, “Neither one of us is old enough to watch it.”
“Which is why we have to watch it while we are here by ourselves,” Haylie said, her eyes bright with excitement.
An unexpected cold snap had brought with it sleet, then snow, prompting the school district to close school early. Stephanie’s dad was out of town, and Haylie’s mom didn’t get off work until four, so they were home alone.
Haylie popped the disc in the tray and ran to the couch. Patting the cushion next to her, she grinned at Stephanie and said, “Don’t make me misbehave by myself.”
Shaking her head, she sat down next to her friend- step-sister, she reminded herself. The movie started, and Stephanie felt a naughty shiver work through her. It would be another five years before either Haylie or she would be old enough to watch this movie, according to the Motion Picture Association of America. Still, they were going to.
She wondered why the film had received such a high rating. R-rated movies could be full of sex, nudity, swearing and violence, but this movie had something beyond that. Again, she got a shiver of excitement working up her spine.
At her age, these kind of movies were very educational, chock full of information her father probably didn’t want her to have access to, yet. Who knew what she was about to learn?
Stephanie glanced at Haylie, and the girl grinned at her.
The movie started with a young woman exiting her house and turning into the street. She was pretty but not by Hollywood standards. Haylie groaned beside her, and Stephanie raised her eyebrows questioningly.
“Definitely an Indy movie,” Haylie said.
“It said as much in the opening credits,” Stephanie laughed.
“I was still hoping for a regular movie.”
The young woman made her way to class, and Haylie groaned, again, as she realized the movie was in French with subtitles. Shaking her head, she said, “Now I have to read the movie, too.”
“Should I turn it off?” Stephanie asked, smiling playfully at her.
“No,” Haylie said, sighing, “might as well see what it’s about. We don’t have anything better to do, anyway.”
“That’s the spirit.”
Laughing, Haylie said, “Smart ass.”
The movie progressed to the main character sitting in a lunchroom with her friends, talking about a boy who seemed interested in the young woman. Stephanie had to smile, thinking about her own conversations around a cafeteria table about a boy. Something about the scene resonated with her, and she started to get into the story.
Haylie picked up on the quiet tension between the boy and the main character and she grinned at Stephanie, said, “The love interest.”
“Looks like it,” she agreed.
“Think we’ll get to see him naked?” Haylie asked, her grin widening slightly.
Snorting, Stephanie gave her a questioning look. Then she remembered the movie was rated NC-17, so there was a fair chance they actually would. Her cheeks flushed with color, and her heart beat a little faster. She’d never seen a boy naked before and the prospect of seeing one now both intrigued and scared her a little.
The main character, Adele, was on her way to meet her new boyfriend and sees this blue-haired girl walking with her arm around another girl’s waist. The blue-haired girl and her friend were obviously together, a couple.
Stephanie frowned when there was a moment between Adele and the blue-haired girl, a connection that brought Adele to a dead stop in the middle of a busy street. Adele looked after the couple with heavy eyes.
“Get out of the street, Adele,” Haylie said, laughing and turning to Stephanie, “stupid girl almost got ran over.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, still frowning. Something about that briefest of connections bothered her. It seemed significant somehow, important. It must be, for the filmmaker to leave the scene in the movie.
A sweetly romantic scene on a public bus earlier in the film leads to a first kiss in a movie theater for Adele and her new boyfriend. Stephanie watched with her knees drawn up to her chin, grinning at the blossoming relationship. She never considered herself much of a girly girl, didn’t like sappy romance movies, but something about the awkward couple was endearing, and she found herself pulling for them.
She forgot about the scene with the blue-haired girl. At least for a little while.
On screen, Adele was in her room, on her bed. Her eyes were closed, and she was having a very erotic daydream. Stephanie gasps in surprise when the blue-haired girl comes roaring back into the movie as the inspiration of Adele’s little fantasy. She gaped at the TV, seeing bits and pieces of Adele’s imaginary tryst with the blue-haired girl.
“What the hell?” Haylie said, laughing in surprise.
Stephanie could only shake her head as Adele’s hand slipped into her pants, her hand eager between her thighs. It was a very graphic scene, and she wasn’t entirely sure the actress wasn’t actually masturbating. It sure looked real enough.
“That’s… Wow,” Haylie said, her eyes as wide as Stephanie.
“I think I see why this is NC-17, now,” Stephanie said, her hand over her mouth.
Adele sat up on the bed as she brought herself to a climax. She looked a little dazed, maybe even confused about what she had done.
In the back of her mind, she began to wonder if Adele’s new boyfriend was really the love interest of the movie.
She was jarred from her thoughts when Haylie nudged her with her elbow. The girl was grinning at her and said, “I guess you aren’t the only one who does it.”
“What?” Stephanie asked, confused. Then she thought about the context of the comment, and her face turned bright red. Giving Haylie a dirty look, she said, “Shut up.”
Haylie had walked in on her while she was masturbating and the girl liked to tease her about it.
She had been in the bathroom, her jeans and panties around her ankles, her fingers a blur between her thighs. The problem with having a roommate, she couldn’t do it in her bed, anymore. The only place in the house to get any privacy was the bathroom.
So lost in the sensation washing through her body, she hadn’t noticed the door opening until Haylie gasped in surprise, then started laughing. She had tried to pull her pants up and push the door closed at the same time and ended up falling on her face when the rug in front of the sink spun out from underneath her. Haylie had finally closed the door, but, from her spot on the floor, Stephanie could still hear the girl laughing through it.
She had been too mortified to come out of the bathroom for a good twenty minutes, and she had avoided the girl the rest of the day.
“Did it feel that good when you did it?” Haylie asked, laughing as Stephanie gave her another dirty look.
“Are you ever going to forget about that?”
“Walking in on you diddling yourself?” Haylie asked, making Stephanie’s cheeks turn even redder, “not likely. Kind of thing that will scar a person.”
“Gee thanks,” Stephanie laughed, shaking her head, “think about how I must feel.”
“Well, one good thing came out of it,” Haylie said.
Stephanie knew the girl was baiting her, but she went for it, anyway, “What good came out of it?”
“You learned to lock the bathroom door,” the girl said, laughing as Stephanie hit her with one of the couch’s decorative pillows.
“Asshole,” Stephanie said, shaking her head and laughing.
“Takes one to know one.”
Stephanie hit her with the pillow, again. Laughing, Haylie held up her hands in defeat. With one more withering look, Stephanie put the pillow down.
Returning her attention back to the movie, she felt her face slowly returned to its normal color. Seeing Adele and her boyfriend kissing in a stairwell at school helped distract her from the memory of being face down on the bathroom floor with her pants around her ankles, her pale backside up in the air.
The scene cut away and when it came back both girls gasped. As graphic as the masturbatory scene had been, it didn’t prepare them for what was on the screen. Adele slipped out of her panties and crawled atop her boyfriend. The girls watched with rapt attention as they started having sex.
Again, Stephanie thought it didn’t look like they were faking it. She had seen fake sex in movies before but this wasn’t anything like that. Then Adele and her boyfriend changed positions, and Stephanie saw his very erect penis, and she gasped. Haylie must have seen it, too because she grabbed the remote and rewound it for a second look.
“Holy shit,” she said, glancing at Stephanie.
“Wow,” she said, laughing.
“I didn’t think they could show that,” Haylie said, rewinding it, again.
“Do you think… Were they really doing it?” Stephanie asked.
“Maybe,” Haylie said, her eyes on the screen, “his thingy is hard.”
“I’ve never seen one,” Stephanie said.
“I saw Jacob Browning’s,” Haylie said, not looking away from the screen, “it wasn’t hard, though. Or as big.”
“Wait,” Stephanie said, taking the remote and pausing the video, “you saw Jacob Browning’s thingy?”
“Yeah,” Haylie said, then saw the questioning look on Stephanie’s face, “We were nine and playing house. We might have gotten carried away with the husband and wife thing.”
“Carried away?” Stephanie asked.
It was Haylie’s turn to blush, and she said, “Can we start the movie, again?”
“No,” Stephanie said, laughing, “you have to explain what ‘carried away’ means when playing house?”
Shaking her head, “We might have seen each other naked.”
“Uh huh.”
“And there might have been some touching involved,” Haylie said, her face scarlet, now.
“What are we talking,” Stephanie said, grinning, “Second base? Third?”
“Him or me?”
“Oh my God,” she said, laughing, “you slut.”
“Hey,” Haylie said, glaring at Stephanie.
“Thank you,” Stephanie said, grinning, “I was worried about you having the bathroom incident over my head, but now I’ll sleep easier.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Remember in history class when we learned about the Cold War?” Stephanie asked.
“Um, yeah,”
“Do you remember what the acronym M.A.D. stood for?” She asked, smiling sweetly at Haylie.
Haylie laughed and said, “Just remember I never told anyone about you diddling yourself.”
“Would you stop saying ‘diddle yourself”, please?” Stephanie asked, shaking her head.
“Do you prefer ‘playing with yourself’? Flicking the bean? Or my personal favorite, Jilling off?” Haylie asked.
“Jilling off?”
“You know… It’s jacking off but for girls,” Haylie said, grinning.
“Oh God,” Stephanie said, laughing as she finally got it.
“Anyway,” the girl said, taking the remote from Stephanie, “just remember… If you fire first, we are both doing down.”
“Fair enough.”
Haylie started the movie, again. They watched with wide eyes as Adele and her boyfriend made love. Stephanie had never seen anything like it before and wondered if people actually looked like that when they were having sex.
She couldn’t say why, but she thought it would be different. Adele looked almost bored, didn’t seem to be enjoying it very much. Again, she got the nagging feeling things weren’t going to work out between them.
“We would get in so much trouble if we got caught watching this,” Haylie said, looking away long enough to grin at Stephanie.
“Yeah,” she agreed, laughing.
“Totally worth it,” Haylie said, her eyes back on the screen.
The scene ends with Adele lost in thought, her boyfriend asking if it hadn’t been good. She told him it was great. Her face said otherwise.
“Uh oh,” Haylie said.
“She lied to him,” Stephanie said, grinning.
“I don’t think he is the love interest, after all,” Haylie said.
Haylie turned out to be right, and Adele was dumping him a few scenes later. Stephanie thought about the moment in the street with the blue haired girl, and then the curious daydream Adele had masturbated to. She had an idea of where the movie was going, but she didn’t speak up because she wasn’t sure. She could still be wrong.
She wasn’t, though. It didn’t take long for the movie to confirm her theory and it came when Adele was sitting on some steps, smoking a cigarette. A fellow student, an attractive brunette sat down beside her for a smoke of her own. The girl started flirting with Adele, eventually kissed her. Adele kissed her back.
“Shit,” Haylie said, coming to the same realization that Stephanie had. Blue is the Warmest Color was a lesbian movie.
“Want to turn it off?” Stephanie asked.
Glancing out the window at the falling snow, Haylie sighed and said, “No. Might as well finish watching. We don’t have anything better to do.”
Stephanie shrugged, getting back into the story. She was surprised by how deeply the drama of the movie drew her in. The actress playing Adele had a shyness about her that lent her character gravity, a realism that made her relatable. Even if she didn’t share her interests in the fairer sex, she found she could still root for her.
The kiss had gotten to Adele, and she corners the girl for another make-out session, but the girl isn’t into it. Adele doesn’t take the rejection well, has to flee the school. Her friend takes her to a club, but she doesn’t seem to fit in. Spotting some lesbians in the street, she ends up following them to a lesbian bar.
“Oh shit,” Haylie said, pointing at the screen.
Stephanie had seen her, too. The blue-haired girl from the street was at the bar. Adele sees her and sparks fly. Well, for Adele, anyway.
“I think we have the real love interest, now,” Stephanie said.
“Judging by the googly eyes Adele is giving her, yeah,” Haylie said.
“The title of the movie makes more sense, too,” she said.
“Right. The blue hair,” Haylie said.
Adele is at the bar, drinking a beer, which she isn’t old enough to have purchased, when the blue-haired girl appears at her side. They end up talking, flirting a little. Again, it wasn’t as weird as Stephanie had expected it to be. They were kind of cute together.
She glanced at Haylie, saw the girl frowning. Seeing her looking, Haylie said, “What?”
“You were frowning,” Stephanie said.
“I was just thinking, they are kind of sweet together,” Haylie said, laughing, “is that weird?”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said, shaking her head in mock disapproval. She lost it and started laughing when Haylie gave her a dirty look. Holding up her hands, she said, “I’m kidding. No, they are kind of cute together.”
The blue-haired girl turned out to be named Emma and she seemed more than a little interested in Adele, even though Emma was involved with another girl. Emma eventually left with her friends, leaving Adele alone at the bar but, as she was leaving, she asked what school Adele attended.
She showed up at Adele’s school, and Adele blows off her friends to go to the park with the Emma.
“Girl’s got it bad,” Haylie said, grinning, “she’s completely ignoring her friends to see Emma.”
Stephanie thought her friend was probably right. Adele did seem into Emma, something that became more evident as the scene progressed. Again, she found herself hoping the two girls ended up together. The movie had drawn her in and she was invested in Emma’s and Adele’s life now.
When Adele joined the group of her friends the next day, they were curious about this mysterious blue-haired girl Adele had ditched them to spend time with. Curiosity turns to animosity as one girl starts grilling Adele about Emma, calling her a dyke. Adele tries to deny her attraction to Emma, but her friends aren’t buying it. Their taunts turn vicious and angers flare. It ends with Adele swinging at the girl who had been grilling her.
“Stupid bitch,” Haylie said, frowning at the screen.
Stephanie knew how she felt. Adele hadn’t done anything to deserve the abuse her so called friends were heaping on her. Their behavior pissed her off. Then she thought about her own reaction to realizing the movie was about lesbianism and she cringed. Maybe their reaction to finding out Adele was possibly a lesbian was exaggerated for the silver screen, but it rang true.
Sadly, it was human nature to fear or hate things they don’t understand. Stephanie wanted to squirm, uncomfortable. The movie had made her take a look at her own way of thinking, and she realized she needed to work on her empathy for other people.
Adele didn’t let her friends keep her from seeing Emma. Stephanie was proud of her for not letting peer pressure get the better of her. She wanted to cheer when Adele finally worked up the courage to kiss Emma. It was a sweet kiss and the smile on Adele’s face made Stephanie smile, too.
That smile slipped a little as the scene cut away to a very naked Adele and Emma kissing and touching. Her eyes widened at the very graphic imagery on the screen. Like the other sex scenes in the movie, this didn’t seem faked.
Adele’s reaction to having sex with the boy had been lackluster, but she responded strongly to being with Emma. Her excitement was clear in her eagerness, the little sounds of enjoyment she was making. Stephanie felt her pulse quicken, even if she couldn’t figure out why. There was something sensual, exciting about the two girl’s kissing. She found it weird and captivating at the same time and she couldn’t look away.
“Well, that’s…” Haylie said, never finishing her thought.
Stephanie managed to tear her eyes away from the screen long enough to glance at her friend. She saw her rubbing the back of her neck, something she did when she was nervous or thinking about something. Stephanie didn’t feel so weird about her attraction to the imagery on the screen, anymore. Haylie was feeling it, too.
Maybe it was just good filmmaking, she thought, turning back to the movie, good camera work and directing to sell the drama of the scene, to heighten the sensuality of two girls making out.
The problem with that logic was the director wasn’t using any fancy tricks, like wind machines or lighting to cast shadows, to heighten anything. If anything, the director had gone the minimalist route, relying on the very real passion between the actresses to sell the scene. Their desire for each other seemed real, palpable.
The scene only got more erotic, as the Adele and Emma explored each other with their hands and their mouths. Emma had her head between Adele’s legs, her mouth on the girl’s sex. It was very intimate and very real and Stephanie’s mind was spinning as she tried to make heads or tails of her own thoughts. She knew she shouldn’t like this but she couldn’t look away.
Heat spread between her thighs and she blushed at her body’s response to the two girl’s having sex on the screen. She hoped Haylie wouldn’t look at her, see her like this. She closed her eyes and tried to relax, hoping not being able to see Emma’s and Adele’s passion for each other would cool her arousal. Unfortunately, she couldn’t escape the sounds, the little noises they were making. Those sighs and moans penetrated her personal darkness and didn’t help, any.
Flustered, she opened her eyes, again. She saw Adele with her mouth on Emma’s breast, her tongue teasing the stiffening nipple. Stephanie’s breath caught in her throat and she felt her own nipples stiffening. Looking down, she saw them straining against the thin cotton t-shirt she wore. Blushing a deeper shade of red, she wanted to cover up but couldn’t do so without drawing attention to herself.
She glanced at Haylie out of the corner of her eye and saw the girl wasn’t paying her any attention. Relaxing some, she noticed Haylie’s eyes were glued to the screen and she was chewing on her lip absent-mindedly. Stephanie’s eyes widened as she realized her friend was feeling something, too. Was she turned on by what was on the screen, like Stephanie was?
She wanted to ask, but she was afraid of giving herself away. Stymied, she turned back to the screen. She tried not to seem too interested in what was happening on the screen, but she didn’t know how successful she was. It was hard to concentrate because she was a horny mess. The more she tried not to be aroused by Adele and Emma’s tryst, the more aroused she became.
God, how long is this scene, Stephanie thought with an inward groan. The heat between her thighs was almost uncomfortable and her panties were getting damp from her excitement. She couldn’t remember ever being this excited before.
Just when she didn’t think she could take any more, it ended. She took a deep breath, fought to get her racing heart under control. It slowly returned to a normal pace. As she calmed down, she felt a little dazed. Her reaction to the erotic scene had left her drained, confused. She didn’t understand her response to watching the two girl’s fooling around. Biting her lip, she wondered about just what it meant.
She was only half paying attention to the movie, distracted by her own thoughts. She was aware that Adele was eating dinner with Emma’s parents, but wasn’t really following the dialogue.
The scene ended and Stephanie’s attention was pulled back to the screen as she heard Adele moaning. She cringed when she saw them naked, again. She hadn’t completely recovered from the last time.
Emma was sitting, all of her weight on one buttock and thigh. Adele was on her hands and knees, fitted between Emma’s spread legs like a Lincoln Log. The flex of their bodies rubbed their pussies together. Stephanie watched wide-eyed this curiously graceful union of their bodies, her heart racing in her breast. The way Adele looked over her shoulder at Emma, the slack mouth look of enjoyment on her face got to Stephanie and she felt her body starting to respond, again. It was worse this time because the coupling on the screen was even more erotic than the first time they were together.
She found the roll of Adele’s and Emma’s hips fascinating, couldn’t look away. She had never seen anything like it. It was almost like some forbidden dance, sensual and passionate. She couldn’t even kid herself that she wasn’t turned on by the frantic meetings of their eager bodies.
The camera zoomed in on Adele’s face, her enjoyment filling the screen. The noises she was making filled the living room, her moans and sighs making it hard for Stephanie to breathe. The look of sheer ecstasy on Adele’s face had her heart racing a mile a minute. She didn’t even notice she had a death grip on the couch arm, her fingers in danger of tearing right through the fabric. The look in Adele’s eyes was all she could think about.
The scene came to an end and, again, she felt emotionally drained. This movie was like a roller coaster for her body, had her up and down and in a mess. She couldn’t even look at Haylie. She didn’t want to know if the girl had noticed how flustered Emma and Adele had made her.
She got up and went into the kitchen, wanting to laugh at how rubbery her legs felt. She went to the fridge and grabbed a couple of cans of Coke, most as an excuse for needing to go to the kitchen. Really, she just needed a moment to collect herself. Leaning against the sink, she took a bunch of deep breaths to calm herself.
She really wasn’t ready still, but she didn’t want to draw Haylie’s attention by lingering too long. She started back to the living room when she heard the crunch of tires on the snowy driveway. She ran to the door, peeked through the window. She saw Haylie’s mother’s car in the driveway.
“Shit,” she said, sitting the Cokes down on the sink, “your mom is home, Haylie. Grab the movie!”
Haylie uncoiled herself from the couch and ran to the DVD player. She popped the disc and ran it down the hall to her mother’s room Stephanie hurried to the couch and fumbled for the remote. Her heart racing, she hit the source button and got the cable feed up. She turned it to the Sci-fi channel, hoping something good was on. She didn’t have time to channel surf.
No sooner did she have the channel up, did her step-mother come trundling in from the snow. She wasn’t dressed for the weather, wearing heels and a skirt. She was cursing under her breath about the cold. Seeing Stephanie looking at her, she gave the girl a sheepish grin, “It’s freezing out there. The temperature has dropped a good twenty degrees since I went to work this morning.”
Haylie came back to the living room and plopped down beside Stephanie.
“Have you two been behaving?” Her mother asked, stepping out of her shoes.
“We were going to have a party but everyone is snowed in,” Haylie said, not looking at her mother.
The woman laughed, “Yeah. Who needs a babysitter in weather like this.”
“Kind of a wasted day,” Haylie said, winking at Stephanie when her mother left the room.
“Stephanie?”
Opening her eyes in the dark, she said, “I’m awake.”
“Do you think Adele and Emma stayed together?” Haylie asked.
“I don’t know,” she said, then grinned, “I hope so.”
“Me, too,” the girl said.
Haylie was quiet for awhile, but Stephanie sensed she had more to say. Staring up at the ceiling, she waited for the girl to gather her nerve. She remembered the curious look on Haylie’s face as they watched the lesbian sex scene in ‘Blue is the Warmest Color’. Stephanie thought she knew what her friend’s next question was going to be and her heart beat a little faster. As she watched the shadows dancing on the ceiling, she wondered what her answer would be.
The fact that she was even thinking about it spoke volumes about her own reaction to the erotic coupling of Adele and Emma. The tangle of their bodies on the bed, their writhing in the grip of passion had been erotic and fascinating. She had never seen anything like it before and would never forget it. Even now she could see the intimate joining of their bodies, the sensual flex of their hips as the moved in perfect harmony.
She blushed as a pleasant heat spread in her lower abdomen. Never before had she been turned on by other girls or women but she would be lying if she said she wasn’t aroused now, thinking about that scene from the movie.
She pushed a fold of the comforter between her thighs, rubbing against it. Biting her lip to hold back a moan, she wondered if this is what it would feel to rub against another girl like Adele and Emma had done. She had to stop before the moan could rip its way from her. She had made herself a horny mess.
She thought, if Haylie works up the nerve to ask the question, I’m going to say yes.
“Do you…” Haylie said, trailing off.
“What?” Stephanie asked, holding her breath. Was she going to ask the question, the one that would take their friendship in a completely different direction?
“Do you think it felt good? What Adele and Emma did?” She asked, her nervousness clear in her voice. Stephanie’s heart started racing, realizing the girl was circling the question, testing Stephanie’s willingness.
How do I encourage her without seeming like I was encouraging her, Stephanie thought, then had to smile, Oh God, I’m already too far gone to turn back now.
“They seemed to enjoy it,” she said, hearing the quaver in her voice. She wondered if Haylie would pick up on her nervous excitement.
“Yeah,” Haylie said, falling silent, again.
The anticipation was getting to Stephanie, her desire frustrated by the slow circling of the question on Haylie’s part. The longer the girl took getting to it, the tauter her nerves were stretched. She needed the girl to ask the question, not just wanted her to, anymore.
“Is it weird that I liked watching them together?” Haylie asked. Stephanie didn’t have to look at her to see her chewing on her lower lip anxiously. It was a nervous tic of hers.
“Maybe,” Stephanie said, grinning, “but I liked it, too. It was very… Hot.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” Haylie said, laughing away some of her tension. Stephanie sensed the girl relax some.
She had done it, had let the girl know she was interested. Now all she had to do was ask the damn question!
“If I ask you something,” Haylie said, her voice shaky, “do you promise not to freak out?”
Her frustration got the better of her and Stephanie said, “Get over here, already.”
She saw Haylie sit up in the gloom. She thought the girl was grinning but she couldn’t be sure. The girl giggled as she threw back her covers and padded over to Stephanie’s bed. Scooting back, Stephanie held up her own covers so the girl could crawl in.
Up close, she could see Haylie’s eyes, her smile. The girl said, “I wasn’t sure if you would want to.”
“I want to,” Stephanie said, taking a deep breath. Saying it out loud felt like a weight had been lifted off her chest.
“Can we keep our clothes on?” Haylie asked, nervously, “I think it’d be less weird if we did.”
“Um, yeah,” Stephanie said, thinking all she wore was a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Hardly a nun’s habit. Still, she understood Haylie’s hesitation and kind of appreciated it.
“Okay,” her friend said, with a little laugh, “how do you want to do this?”
“What do you mean?” Stephanie asked.
“Do you want to be Emma or Adele?” Haylie asked.
At first, the question didn’t make a lot of sense. Emma or Adele? Then she thought about the scene and it dawned on her what Haylie was asking. The way the two girls moved together, there really wasn’t a top or bottom. Emma had been sitting, most of her weight on one thigh, her other leg up in the air. Adele had been on her hands and knees, straddling Emma’s leg.
“Oh,” she said, grinning, “Emma, I think.”
She could just make out Haylie grinning as the girl said, “I was hoping you would say that. I wanted to be Adele.”
Her hand on the covers, ready to throw them back, Stephanie hesitated and asked, “Are we really going to try this?”
“You don’t want to?” Haylie asked, her eyes seeking out Stephanie’s in the dark.
“No, I do. I just wanted to be sure you were okay with it,” she said, throwing back the covers.
“Are you sure? Now’s the time to say something,” Haylie said.
Laughing, Stephanie said, “Would you shut up and fuck me already.”
Haylie gasped in surprise, then burst out laughing. Her eyes were shining with mischief, when she said, “You want me to fuck you, huh?”
“Isn’t that what we are doing?”
“I guess it is,” Haylie said, grinning.
Stephanie sat up, then leaned to one side, so her right buttock was off the bed. All of her weight was on her left side, and she used her arm to balance herself. With her left thigh flat on the bed, she opened her legs. This was the way Emma had positioned her body in the movie. Haylie took a deep breath to summon her courage, then got on her hands and knees. She moved back until she was straddling Stephanie’s left thigh, lowering her hips closer to the bed as she went. Both girls gave a nervous giggle as their girlhoods met. Their young bodies nested together tightly.
Haylie looked at Stephanie over her shoulder and asked, “This is how they were, right? Adele and Emma?”
“I think so,” she said, her voice shaky, “or close enough that the difference won’t matter. I think as long as our… Um, you know.”
“Right,” Haylie said, laughing, “I’m not going to lie… It’s a little weird being this… close to you.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie said. She had been thinking the same thing. The feel of Haylie’s girlhood mashed against her own was a curious one. Not unpleasant, but very intimate and odd.
Neither girl moved for a long second, just sort of hung out with their bodies entwined. Finally, Stephanie felt foolish and took a deep breath and just went for it. The roll of her hips made Haylie gasp. The girl looked over her shoulder at Stephanie, her eyes wide.
“A little warning, next time,” she said, laughing.
“What, do you want me to say one, two, three go?” Stephanie said, grinning.
“It would be nice, yeah,” her friend said, shaking her head, “I’m ready now.”
Stephanie pushed her hips forward, and their bodies rubbed together deliciously. It felt better than she was expecting. She had known it would probably feel good but not like this. She glanced at Haylie, saw the girl was feeling it, too. The girl nodded, and it was all Stephanie needed. Her hesitation fled her, and she found an easy rhythm, the roll of her hips drawing a moan from Haylie.
Little waves of pleasure were washing through her, and she bit her lip to keep quiet. Each wave eroded her ability to hold her voice in check. The first moan escaped her, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold them back, anymore. Her little wordless sounds of enjoyment mingled with Haylie’s, sounding very loud in the still night. Still, she didn’t think the noises they were making could be heard outside the room.
Not yet, anyway, she thought glancing at the door.
Adele and Emma had made a lot of noise during their frantic coupling and already Stephanie’s cries were getting louder. Haylie’s too, as their excitement grew.
Stephanie remembered the sexy writhing of Emma’s and Adele’s body, the almost hypnotic flex of their bodies as they strained toward ecstasy. She hadn’t been able to look away from the screen, the roll of their hips drawing her eyes like a moth to a flame. She wished she could see Haylie and herself, now. Would it look as sensual, as erotic when they did it as it had on the TV screen? She thought it might.
Her hand found Haylie’s hip, and she helped the girl push back against her. The girl’s hand covered hers and squeezed. Stephanie could feel her arousal grow as the fingers tightened on hers, knew the girl was enjoying this as much as she was.
Before Haylie moved into her room, she used to abuse her old teddy bear, and this felt a lot like that, only better. Haylie was soft and warm, whereas Teddy had been furry and had made her inner thighs itchy. The girl met her counter thrust for thrust, the wonderful sensations washing through her even more intense than those times she took advantage of the poor stuffed animal. Then there were the sexy little sounds Haylie was making.
When her body began to gather tension, she recognized it from those times she was with her bear. Her eyes widening, she realized she was about to come. It didn’t help when she noticed Haylie’s cries had become urgent, the roll of her hips graceless. Her eyes widened even further as she realized Haylie was going to climax, too.
Her fingers tightened on Haylie’s hip as her body exploded in ecstasy. She gasped as the girl ground against her once, twice, three times, then gasped as her own body went crazy. They were too tangled up to get loose, so they shook together.
Brushing the hair from her sweaty brow, Stephanie tried to catch her breath, to slow her heartbeat. Her young body felt as light as a feather, and she had a dazed smile on her face. She couldn’t remember ever feeling so good.
“Jesus,” Haylie said, breathlessly. She managed to untangle her body from Stephanie’s and sat up. Shaking her head, she said, “That was intense.”
“Yeah,” Stephanie agreed, grinning.
Her friend was looking at her funny and Stephanie sensed she wanted to say something more. She waited patiently for the girl to make up her mind. In the gloom, she could just make out the girl rubbing the back of her neck. It made Stephanie’s eyes widen because she knew it was a nervous habit of Haylie’s. What did the girl have left to be nervous about after what they just did?
Finally, Haylie must have summoned her courage enough to ask, “Could I kiss you?”
“Kiss me?” Stephanie parroted, surprised.
“I think we should,” her friend said, nervously rubbing her neck, “you know, after what we did.”
Stephanie looked at her long moment, then thought about it. She could think of worse things to do than kissing Haylie. The girl had a point, too. After their very intimate coupling, a kiss seemed somehow appropriate.
“Um, okay,” she said, smiling uncertainly.
Her heart had started to slow, but it picked up its pace as Haylie leaned towards her. Closing her eyes, she pressed her lips to Haylie’s. She started to pull back until she felt the girl’s tongue touch her lips. Stephanie hesitated, not sure if she wanted Haylie to be her first kiss. Well, first French kiss, anyway.
Haylie felt her uncertainty, pulled back. Stephanie surprised herself by putting her hand on the back of her friend’s neck and letting her lips part. A shiver of excitement worked through her as Haylie’s tongue caressed her own, teased her into a much deeper kiss than she had intended.
She was a little breathless when they finally pulled back. Her lips were tingling… Hell, everything was tingling. It surprised her how much her body responded to the kiss, to Haylie. Then something dawned on her, and she started laughing.
“What’s funny? The kiss?” Haylie asked, uncertainty creeping into her voice.
“No. It was a nice kiss,” Stephanie said, smiling at her, “my first.”
“Mine, too,” Haylie said, returning the smile.
“I laughed because we kind of did this ass backward,” she said.
“Ass backward?”
“The kiss usually comes first,” Stephanie said, laughing.
Snorting, Haylie said, “I guess you are right. We’ll just have to do it right next time, then.”
“Next time?” Stephanie asked, raising her eyebrows.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want to do that, again,” Haylie said.
“I hadn’t thought about it,” Stephanie said, then added with a grin, “I’m still recovering from this time.”
The girl laughed and grinned at her. Stephanie realized her hand was still on the back of Haylie’s neck and that the girl’s face was close to hers. Grinning sheepishly, she pulled her hand away. Haylie didn’t pull back, just kept smiling at her. Her heart rate kicked into overdrive when she met her friend’s eyes in the gloom. Stephanie swallowed hard, leaning closer. She didn’t go all the way, stopping with her lips inches from Haylie’s. Would Haylie come the rest of the way and kiss her, again?
She realized she was holding her breath, and that told her how much she wanted the girl to kiss her.
Haylie leaned in that last few inches and their lips met, again. The kiss lingered, neither girl ready to break it.
Finally, Haylie put her hands on Stephanie’s shoulders and gently pushed her away. Laughing and shaking her head, she said, “We need to stop.”
“Why?” Stephanie asked. Stopping was the last thing she wanted to do.
“Because I like it too much,” Haylie said.
“How does that make sense?” Stephanie asked, making the girl laugh, again.
When Stephanie put her hand on the girl’s neck, Haylie came willingly enough. This time, she didn’t pull back from the kiss. When their lips finally parted, Haylie gave her a shy smile, said, “We really should have stopped.”
“Why is that?” Stephanie said, raising her eyebrows questioningly. She didn’t understand why her friend wanted to stop.
“Because I don’t think we can now,” Haylie said, kissing her, again.
Stephanie felt her toes curl, and she would have laughed if she wasn’t so distracted by Haylie’s teasing tongue. The kiss only got more intense as they grew more comfortable, more familiar with each other. Already excited, Stephanie felt herself getting turned on.
The girl’s words started to make sense and Stephanie thought Haylie was probably right. They couldn’t stop now, and she knew what that meant. Adele and Emma had shown them the way.
Haylie didn’t seem that surprised when Stephanie pulled back so she could slip out of her shirt. The girl looked down at Stephanie’s small, up-swept breasts, her eyes hard to read in the gloom. Regretting her actions, Stephanie felt her face turn red with embarrassment. She put her arm across her breasts, self-consciously. She started to put her shirt back on, but Haylie put her hand on the shirt and pulled it away from her.
“Don’t,” the girl said, pulling Stephanie’s arm down to uncover her breasts. Her eyes were hot on Stephanie’s skin, and she shivered.
“Can I touch them?” Haylie said, her nervousness creeping into her voice.
“Okay,” Stephanie said, her heart racing. She couldn’t hold in the giggle that ripped from her as Haylie touched her breast. Even after what they had done earlier, this seemed weird. Maybe it was because there was no cotton between them this time.
Her nipple stiffened between Haylie’s fingers, and she groaned as they began to ache sweetly. Haylie looked up at her, a hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Stephanie bit her lip as the girl teased another moan from her.
“Can we turn on the light? I want to see you,” Haylie said.
“Um…” Stephanie said, finding it hard to think with the girl’s hand on her breast. She knew if she turned the light on, it would be visible under the door. If one of their parents got up and saw the light on, they’d come and investigate why they were still up. It probably wouldn’t be good for them to get caught like this.
Still, she wanted to turn the light on, had wanted to the whole time Haylie and she was doing it. Inspiration hit her and she gave Haylie a quick kiss and said, “Wait here.”
She grabbed her spare blanket from the closet and put it on the floor in front of the door to cover the gap underneath. Satisfied, she went back to her bed but didn’t join Haylie. Instead, she clicked her bedside lamp on its lowest setting. When her eyes adjusted to the glare, she saw her friend looking at her. It was a curious look, one Haylie had never given her before.
She realized Haylie was checking her out and not in the way girls sometimes looked at other girls. This was no friendly comparison or disdain for some fashion faux pas. There was a new curiosity in her eyes that intrigued Stephanie. She wasn’t sure how she felt about this new attention her friend was giving her. The smile that tugged at the corners of Haylie’s mouth only made things worse. It wasn’t just an idle interest.
“Take your panties off,” Haylie said, still looking her up and down.
“You need to get undressed, too,” Stephanie said, hooking her thumbs in the waistband of her panties.
She hesitated as Haylie pulled her shirt up and off. She drank the girl in, really looked at her for the first time. Being roommates, she had seen Haylie in all stages of undress, but it was different this time. Something had changed.
Haylie was slender and shapely, years of running around on a soccer field keeping her trim. She had an athletic build that Stephanie found appealing. Just how appealing was a bit of an eye-opener for her.
“Hurry up and come back to bed,” Haylie said, stretching out on her back. Lifting her backside off the mattress, she slipped out her panties. She waggled them at Stephanie, then tossed them aside. Her eyes fell pointedly on Stephanie’s panties, then met Stephanie’s eyes.
Getting the message, Stephanie shimmied out her panties, let them pool around her ankles before stepping out of them. Naked, she crawled back on the bed and stretched out on her back beside her friend. Stephanie glanced at Haylie, and they both started giggling. Being naked and naughty had the adrenaline flowing and hearts a racing.
The first kiss was unsure, both girls awkward in their nakedness. It ended in another giggling fit. Stephanie kissed Haylie again, before the girl was finished laughing. The girl kissed her back and neither one of them felt like laughing. When Haylie pulled back, Stephanie could see the desire in her eyes. Haylie must have seen Stephanie’s own arousal because she smiled and moved closer. Not close enough for Stephanie, so she pulled her into her arms. The girl giggled as their naked bodies pressed together, but her eyes flashed at Stephanie.
“Is this okay?” Stephanie asked.
“As long as the parents don’t check on us,” Haylie said, kissing her, “although, I guess it would be the quickest way to get our own rooms.”
Laughing, she said, “I meant about this.”
“I know what you meant,” Haylie said, smiling playfully at her.
Stephanie kissed her, then, and felt the girl responding. The Haylie giggled as Stephanie let her hand slip up her flank to cup one of her breasts. She pulled back from the kiss to look at Stephanie’s hand on her chest. The giggle turned into a moan as Stephanie gently kneaded it. She bit her lip to stifle the next one.
Remembering what she had seen in the movie, Stephanie lowered her mouth to the stiffened nub of Haylie’s nipple, making the girl gasp in surprise. She tasted the salty sweat on the girl’s skin as she teased her nipple with her tongue.
“Okay, that’s a little weird,” Haylie sighed, her back arching. Weird or not, Stephanie’s tongue drew a thick moan from the girl. Stephanie moved to her other breast, rolling her eyes up at Haylie. The girl was holding her breath in anticipation, and it exploded out of her as a sigh as Stephanie trapped the nipple with her lips.
The little noises Haylie was making were exciting, like the girl’s body was a musical instrument. Stephanie wondered what other sounds she could tease out of her friend. She remembered the things she had seen in the movie but did she really want to do those things to Haylie. At the time, she had crinkled up her nose in disbelief at what Adele and Emma were doing to each other with their mouths and hands.
Her hand on Haylie’s shoulder, she gently urged the girl to her back. Haylie looked up at expectantly, her eyes full of curiosity about what Stephanie was going to do next. That look on Haylie’s face made her feel bold, and her hand slipped down the girl’s taut stomach. The girl jerked in surprise when Stephanie’s hand found her girlhood. Her eyes wide, she started to push Stephanie’s hand away, then changed her mind. Putting her face in her hands, she let Stephanie tease her bud with her fingertips.
When she lowered her hands, Haylie’s face was red with embarrassment, and she couldn’t look at Stephanie. Still, a moan escaped her slack mouth, and her hips began to move on their own. She bit her lip as she realized she liked what Stephanie was doing to her. Another moan slipped from her, and she finally looked at Stephanie. She offered Stephanie a nervous smile, shaking her head.
“I knew we should have stopped,” she said, putting her hand over her mouth as another moan escaped her.
“You want me to stop?” Stephanie asked, grinning playfully at her.
“No,” Haylie said, laughing, “and that’s the problem.”
“You know what your problem is,” Stephanie said, getting to her hands and knees and moving between her friend’s spread legs, “you don’t want to want this. Me, I’ve decided to embrace it.”
With that, she lowered her mouth to her friend’s girlhood. Her heart was knocking around her chest like a crazed animal as her tongue tasted the salt of Haylie’s bud. For all of her bravado, she was a nervous wreck. Instead of wading in slowly to get used to the waters, she had cannonballed from the high dive without checking below first. Luckily, the waters were deep and warm, not nearly as scary as she thought they would be.
“Oh shit,” Haylie said, trying to push Stephanie’s head from between her thighs. Her efforts became weaker as Stephanie continued to caress her tender bud with her tongue. She finally gave up fighting it, and she said, “Fine, I want this. All of it.”
Stephanie looked up at her and winked. Haylie laughed and ran her hair through her hair. Biting her lip, she propped up on her elbows to watch what Stephanie was doing to her. Her hips began to gyrate against Stephanie’s mouth, moving without her control.
“Shit,” she said, laughing, “that feels so good.”
“Yeah?” Stephanie asked, curious. She really didn’t know what she was doing. While the scene of Adele and Emma going down on each other had been graphic, it hadn’t revealed a lot of what the girl’s had been doing to each other.
Moaning, Haylie said, “Yeah.”
Pleased, Stephanie didn’t let up. She had Haylie writhing on her back, keeping her mouth on the girl’s bucking body getting harder. Her cheeks were wet from the girl’s thrashings, but the little wordless cries from Haylie’s slack mouth made it worth it.
Through trial and error, she learned what Haylie liked, learned how to make the loveliest sounds come from her beautiful instrument. Haylie was trying to be quiet but not really succeeding, the feel of Stephanie’s tongue as it caressed her bud making it impossible to control her voice.
An urgency entered Haylie’s cries, and Stephanie rolled her eyes up to see the girl’s face pinched in ecstasy. Her back arched off the bed, and her hips lost their grace as she strained toward an orgasm. Stephanie grabbed her thighs, managed to keep her face to the girl’s thrashing body long enough to finish her off. Hissing through clenched teeth, Haylie stiffened against Stephanie’s mouth, then jerked like she had been shocked. She put a hand on Stephanie’s forehead and pushed her away as her body went crazy.
“Jesus,” she said, laughing. She stretched like a cat in a sunny spot, then smiled up at Stephanie. Propping up on her elbows, she touched Stephanie’s cheek, said, “You are all wet. Sorry about that.”
“It’s okay,” she said, leaning in for a kiss. Haylie’s fingers tightened in her hair, not letting her pull back from the kiss. Her toes curled, and she felt a little dizzy from the intensity of the desire behind it.
“Wow,” she husked, when Haylie finally let her pull back.
Smiling, Haylie scooted back then got to her knees. She patted the mattress where she had been, her eyes flashing at Stephanie. The look on her face made Stephanie’s heart beat faster as she stretched out on her back. Haylie spread Stephanie’s legs wide, crawling between them. Her eyes were hot on the soft folds of Stephanie’s girlhood, making her shiver.
Haylie traced a hand along the inside of Stephanie’s thigh, higher and higher. The first brush of her fingertips on her tender flesh made her sigh and squirm. Haylie put pressure on her bud, making lazy circles that drove her body crazy. It was a little weird, being touched like this by another girl but it felt too good to stop.
Then Haylie did her own cannonball into the deep waters, her tongue hot and wet as it found Stephanie’s clit. Stephanie moaned as it sent shivers of pleasure through her young body. Really without thinking about it, her hand slipped into Haylie’s hair, holding the girl’s mouth to her girlhood. The girl rolled her eyes up at Stephanie, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. It was a knowing smile.
Like Haylie had, she was trying to be quiet but failing miserably. It seemed like the more she attempted to keep her little cries in check, the more that slipped free of her. Haylie wasn’t helping any, her lovely tongue making it hard to think about anything other than the wonderful sensations awash in her young body. She completely forgot herself more than once, her cry sharp enough to draw a look from Haylie. She’d glance at the door, hoping her parents were deep asleep.
Haylie’s fingers dug into her hips as she tried to control Stephanie’s writhing body. It hurt, but the pain seemed to combine with the pleasure, to blur the boundaries until they were one and the same. Her fingers tightened in Haylie’s hair as her body began to feel really, really good.
An orgasm stirred awake deep inside of her. Sluggish at first, it soon came roaring to life. She put her free hand, the one not tangled in Haylie’s hair, to her mouth as her body locked up. Her whole body arched off the bed, only her shoulders and her toes touching the mattress. Trapped, Haylie went with her, her face buried between her thighs. Then all the tension fled her body, and she collapsed into a panting, trembling mess. She felt like she was going to melt into a puddle of happy nerve endings, she felt so relaxed.
She glanced at her friend, saw the girl wiping her face with the back of her hand. Blushing, she sat up and kissed the girl. Now, she understood the passion of Haylie’s kiss. The way she kissed Haylie left the girl looking a little dazed.
“Wow,” she said, sitting back on her haunches.
“God bless Netflix,” Stephanie said, grinning at her friend.
Laughing, Haylie said, “God bless Netflix, huh?”
“And you, of course,” Stephanie said, sighing happily. Closing her eyes, she just wanted to enjoy the lovely feeling of her body.
“Stephanie?” Haylie said.
Opening her eyes, she said, “Yeah?”
“This is going to happen again, isn’t it?” Haylie asked, her eyes meeting Stephanie’s.
“Yeah, I think it is.”
“Good,” Haylie said, grinning, “I get to be Emma next time.”