Jessica & Cindy, Part 1

by LittleJess

Jessica was watching TV when the doorbell rang. She jumped to the window and saw her friend Cindy’s bicycle standing in her yard. Delighted she ran down the stairs and opened the front door.

Cindy stood there, looking miserable. Jessica could tell from the red rings around her eyes and her tear-stained cheeks that she had been crying.

“Cindy, what’s the matter?” she asked, a little worried.

“Oh, Jess!”

Cindy stumbled into the hall and hugged her friend, starting to cry again. The tears rolled down her pretty face and stained Jessica’s T-shirt.

“Cindy, my God, what happened?” Jessica inquired again.

Finally, sobbing heavily, Cindy answered, slowly, “Dave dumped me!”

Jessica could feel that speaking each word caused her great pain. “WHAT?!” Jessica was shocked to hear the news.

Cindy took out a paper handkerchief and blew her nose.

“Today we met at his place. When we were in his room, he wanted to have sex right away. I told him to wait a little bit, told him that there’s no hurry, but he grabbed me and wanted to tear my clothes off.”

“That bastard!” Jessica couldn’t help but say. It was no secret that she never liked Dave. In her opinion he was not a sensitive guy, rather a brute. She always had the impression that he eyed the girls’ breasts when talking to them. She was never very happy about Cindy going out with him. What Cindy told her now confirmed all her fears.

“I did not let him do it and I started to scream,” Cindy continued, still sobbing. “Then he called me a whore and said that he only wanted to fuck me because that’s what I was for and if I didn’t want to do it then I should go.”

“So you went?” Jessica asked.

“Well, yeah, sort of. He threw me out.”

Cindy shivered. Goosebumps started showing up on her neck. Jessica caressed her friend’s hair, holding her in a tight embrace. Cindy put her head on Jessica’s shoulder.

“Come on. Let’s go up to my room,” Jessica said after a moment of silence.

They mounted the stairs, holding hands.

Cindy already felt better. After she left Dave’s place, her first thought was to go and see Jessica. Jessica would understand. She would give her relief. She was her friend, maybe even her best friend.

She looked at Jessica. Cindy always admired that girl. Jessica stood 5 ft. 11 tall and had wonderful shiny long chestnut hair that flowed over her shoulders down her back. From her faces looked two cat eyes of hazel colour. She had a rather small, freckled nose and two of the most beautiful lips she’d ever seen. Her smile was a winning one. She had a slender, slightly muscular body and her well-sized breasts stood out firmly for a 16 year old. Cindy always wished she could look like Jessica. She never understood that Jessica didn’t have a boyfriend.

Cindy was never satisfied with her own looks. One year younger than Jessica, she was just 5 ft. 4 tall. She tried to emulate Jessica’s looks by letting her blonde curls grow to be really long, but it wasn’t just the same. It seemed to her, that her crystal-blue eyes were missing the sparkle she saw in Jessica’s. She didn’t like the form of her mouth; she considered her body chubby, though she was a far cry from being fat. Her breasts were rather big and sagged down, but that was probably what attracted Dave. He had always tried to grab her breasts and to hold on to them every time they met. For a while, she had even liked it.

Jessica opened the door to her room. For Cindy, this was a teenage girl’s paradise. Everything was coloured pink, little stuffed animals lying everywhere, the walls covered with posters of her favourite pop and rock stars, ranging from Avril Lavigne to Melissa Etheridge.

They sat down on Jessica’s large bed and hugged each other. Cindy put her head on Jessica’s soft breasts and enjoyed the caresses her friend was giving to her. She felt Jessica’s breasts heave as Jessica breathed. Cindy smiled.

“I know what you want to tell me, Jess,” she said finally, breaking the silence. “You want to tell me that you knew this would happen all the time. I know you never were fond of Dave.”

“I didn’t want to tell you that, honey,” Jessica replied.

Cindy blushed at being called “honey.”

“But you told me before —” she countered.

“Now it’s not the right moment for reproaching,” Jessica said. “He hurt you, and I want to make you feel better again.”

Cindy felt her body being enveloped in a warm, comfortable feeling.

“You are so nice to me, Jess,” she said. “I like you.”

“I like you, too, Cindy.”

They looked at each other. Cindy stared deeply into Jessica’s eyes, trying to catch that mysterious sparkle that glowed from the inside.

“You know,” Cindy said finally, “when I look back at the past months with Dave, I think he never really loved me. He just wanted me for the sex. He just wanted a girl with big breasts.”

“Did you have a lot of sex?” Jessica asked.

“Every time we met,” Cindy replied. “He was insatiable. I mean — he was really good in bed. He had a big, well, you know. I thought it was love; it felt like love.”

Jessica just nodded her head and looked into Cindy’s pale blue eyes that were full of sadness. Her hand came up and caressed Cindy’s curly hair.

“Don’t think about him for too long, Cindy,” Jessica said after a while. “He’s not worth it. Not at all. You’ll forget him soon.”

“Yes,” Cindy said and smiled. It seemed that her eyes had managed to catch a little of that sparkle. “I’m glad that I came here.”

It was all like in a dream, a very, very nice dream. Cindy could not turn her eyes from Jessica’s. Something inexplicable, something magic drew her nearer and nearer to her friend’s face. She was like drugged, like hypnotized: the pink room, these full, soft, shiny lips, the eyes — these mesmerizing eyes. Jessica’s hands gave her shivers as they ran up and down her arms, her thighs, her face, her neck. She could feel her friend’s breath on her face as she drew ever closer. And then, after what seemed like an eternity, her lips touched Jessica’s.

The first kiss was the most gentle, just a hint of a kiss. The next one was more intense, longer. On the third, she opened her mouth slightly, ran her fingers through Jessica’s hair. Soon she felt Jessica’s tongue on hers, exploring her mouth, tasting her saliva. She had lost whatever inhibitions she had and indulged in this passionate kissing and caressing. It was like tasting a forbidden fruit, like falling prey to the dark side, with no remorse, just pure lust.

Then, all of a sudden, she let go.

“What’s the matter, sweets?” Jessica asked.

Cindy was breathing heavily.

“We can’t do this, Jess!” she exclaimed.

“Why not? Are you ashamed?”

“It’s not right. It’s perverted.”

“Cindy! It’s not!”

“Yes it is! I am — I am not a lesbian. I don’t want to do that!”

“Then why did you kiss me?”

Cindy was at a loss of words.

“I — I don’t know,” she said. “Maybe I was looking for the love I lost. Maybe, just for an instant, I thought I could get it from you. But what was I thinking! I cannot love another girl. It’s not right! I can’t believe I ever did this! I — Jess, you must believe me, I never wanted to —”

“Did you like it?” Jessica interrupted her.

Cindy blushed. She stared down at the bed in silence.

“Well — actually, yes,” she said finally.

Jessica took her friend’s hands in hers.

“Cindy, honey,” she said, looking firmly into Cindy’s eyes. “If you liked it, why can’t it be right? Is it perverted just because the people say so? Well, what you care? Just let the people talk! Cindy, you are such a sweet girl.”

“Jess?”

“Yes, my love?”

Cindy cleared her throat.

“Are you a lesbian?”

“Yes, I am, Cindy. I mean, at least, I consider myself bisexual. I had some boyfriends in the past — no, you don’t know them — but it never really excited me. I was always feeling like I was just their sex toy, but could never really enjoy myself. That’s why I can understand very well how you feel. You know, it’s so much better to masturbate. You have everything under your control, and the feeling when you reach your orgasm is indescribable. But I never managed to have sex with a girl. This is my dream. And you are my dream girl, Cindy. I have always loved you in secret. Cindy, let’s be lovers, please.”

Jessica’s voice had taken on an imploring overtone as she spoke those last words.

Cindy felt shocked by her friend’s revelations. She looked at Jessica. There was still this girl she always admired, but could she love her? Love her like a boy loves a girl? What would her parents say? And, even worse, what would the other girls in high school say?

“Jessica,” she answered, “Please give me some time. I cannot answer you right now. I — you must understand — this is like a shock to me. I don’t know what to say. You turned all my thoughts and feelings upside down. Let me sleep on it, please.”

“Okay, honey” Jessica said. “Don’t worry. I won’t push you. We just need to take our time. I would like us to get slowly used to each other, to get used to the fact of being lovers. It’s also my first time. I have some ideas how this all should work out, but I don’t know whether it will come to be as I imagine it. Let us explore our fantasies together. I know that I want you, that I want to make you feel good, that I want to make you feel loved. We will work it out, I’m pretty sure, all right Cindy?”

Cindy smiled an awkward smile. “Okay,” she said.

Hand in hand they walked down the stairs to the front door. Cindy felt an incredibly warm stream of energy flowing from Jessica’s body to hers. It was a very nice feeling. She began to like it. Was this the feeling of lesbian love?

She imagined how it would be to be lovers. She imagined looking at Jessica’s beautiful body, touching it, caressing it. Something inside her still told her these were dirty thoughts. She couldn’t help but feel distressed. She was from an honest, Christian family. Homosexuality was a sin, a seduction coming from Satan itself, something to be punished in hell. How would she ever get out of this? Maybe it was already too late; maybe she had fallen for it. But maybe Jessica was right. If it felt good, if it made her happy, why should it be a sin? Why should God not want her to be happy, but instead to have her marry a man who regards her as his personal property and treats her like dirt? Maybe Jessica was right.

At the front door Cindy gave her friend a big hug.

“Thanks for all, Jess,” she said. “I’ll, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? I’d like to talk to you again and then — well, you know.”

Jessica smiled. “I know,” she said. “See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

She planted a tender kiss on Cindy’s mouth.

Cindy got on her bicycle, her mind was a big mess, and her heart was jumping for joy. She had this tingling feeling that wouldn’t quit. It was all over her body. Tomorrow, yes tomorrow — there was no question that she would go and see Jessica tomorrow. She did not know what would happen then, but she already knew it would be wonderful!