New Girl In School, Part 2

by Thom

I woke to two blizzards. The snowfall that Leslie and I had walked home in had intensified as the night wore on. After a couple of feet of accumulation, it was still snowing around 2 inches an hour, whiteout conditions, and no indication that it would stop anytime soon. I was thinking there was a good chance of no school on Monday, even though that was still a couple of days away.

Ordinarily, I would be happy about the thought of being snowbound for days, but not this morning. My whole body was aching to see Leslie, to be with her. I was dying to hear her voice again. I needed to know if she was even going to talk to me. You see, we had kissed the night before so suddenly, and to make matters worse we hurriedly parted afterward. I didn't have any idea whether she would ever talk to me again and I was afraid I was in love with her and didn't know what that meant, exactly.

I knew girls at school that were into girls. I didn't begrudge them that but neither did I understand it. In fact, for the most part, I thought them phony and wondered if they just maybe couldn’t get a date with a boy and were sort of protesting too much like Hamlet's mother suggested about Gertrude when Gertrude said she wouldn't remarry if her husband died.

This morning dawned for me though with such intense feelings about Leslie that I was suddenly sympathetic to that troupe of gay girls and promised that I wouldn't ever doubt their sincerity again. I still really didn't know if I was gay too or that Leslie would acknowledge my feelings for her or even if they were, you know, really what I was making them out to be in my general confusion and personal disorganization around last night. The blizzard in my head was as bad as the one going on outside.

While I was trying to make some sense of all of this and trying to figure out what kind of an excuse I was going to make to my parents about needing to go out into this terrible weather, my cell phone rang; it was Leslie.

"Hey, what's happening?"

"Hey babe. Isn't this storm just the best? We probably won't have school Monday. My mom says it's going to snow the rest of the weekend."

"No school is great, but I'm not sure I want to be stuck here in the house the rest of the weekend or into next week with my parents and dorky little sister."

"Right, me either. Do you think you could get out and come over here or can I come over there? I'd like to see you."

My heart started to beat in my chest so rapidly that I thought it was going to burst out. Did I sense a quickness of Leslie's breath as she said she would like to see me or was it just my imagination? Oh, who gives a shit, I thought. If she wanted to see me then none of the rest of it mattered. I was desperate to see her and was beside myself that she wanted to see me after the kiss. I was wondering if I was going to be in the position I had seen some of my friends in, who had fallen hard for some cute boy only to have their hopes dashed because he goes off and asks someone else to an important dance.

"Hey, Mom, I need to go over to Leslie's and work on a school project. Do you think that would be okay? It's only a couple of blocks away," I shouted down the stairs. I paused into the silence of parenthood decision process and waited for a response.

"Hey, she said I could come over. Does that work for you? I need to shower and eat, I'll be over in an hour. Watch for me."

"You bet; call me before you start out. I'll walk your way and meet you."

"That would be great, bye hon."

"Ciao."

I rushed through a shower. As horny as I was feeling about Leslie, I didn't dare touch myself. I didn't want to get my hopes up too much until I knew what the story was. I gobbled some food down.

At my mom's suggestion, I threw some clothes and toiletries into a bag to carry along in case I couldn't make it back from Leslie's that evening. Not making it back from Leslie's that evening and being able to spend the night over there was way more than I could even imagine hoping for. I thought I would be lucky if she still wanted to be my friend after I professed my love for her and told her I couldn't live without her.

I called her up and said I was on my way. She said she would meet me part way. I was walking with the wind and it wasn't too terrible. I felt bad though that Leslie was walking in the other direction to meet me and I wished I had told her that I would just see her at her house. We met about half way though and fell into each other's arms.

"Wow, what a storm," I said as I held her close. I didn't want to let go of her and I thought the snow storm was a perfect excuse not to. I sensed that she felt similarly and we stood in a snow drift with flakes blowing around us for longer than we probably should have and just hugged, hiding our faces in each other's scarves.

"Let's get back inside," she finally said and we held hands and ran back to her house.

I hadn't met her family. They were all really smart and laid back just like her. I felt so accepted by them that I felt as comfortable in a few minutes as I would have at home. I was so glad that I had come over here instead of having Leslie come over to my house.

After chatting a bit with her parents, Leslie suggested we go up to her room. She closed the door and we plopped down on the bed. I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest being this close and alone with Leslie. Surely Leslie could hear it beating. We had a couple of really awkward silent moments and then Leslie reached a hand over and put it on mine. I grabbed it and squeezed hers.

"What do you want to do?" I said.

"Maybe start where we left off last night?"

"Umm, should we talk about it?" I wondered. I'm gasping for air by this time and her breath had quickened as well.

"Later maybe. Let's just see how it goes now." Leslie had started to roll toward me.

"Okay," and I began to roll toward her. As we pushed up to facing each other, our lips met and the kiss from last night was back only even better than I remembered it. We pressed our lips hard together, pulled back giggling a bit and then pressed them back together. We were still holding our inside hands together, though I was kind of lying on both of them. Leslie put her arm around me and used my back to pull herself up on top of me, rolling me onto my back in the process.

I put both of my arms around her waist and pulled her body tightly onto mine. I could feel her breasts pushing into mine, squishing our tits together. Leslie's hips were rocking as she pushed her cunny into my leg. I was aching down there too and thrust mine up toward her thigh to get some relief if I could. I could feel myself soaking my panties. I wondered if it would come through to my jeans. Could I be this turned on by a girl? Was this really happening? Was this the most amazing thing that ever happened to me?

We stayed that way for quite awhile, just necking and kind of squirming around and pressing our bodies together, and then Leslie broke the ice.

"I couldn't sleep last night after we kissed goodbye. I was a mess. I didn't know if it meant the same thing to you as it did to me. I was scared to death that it didn't and that I had just made it all up and you would hate me for my feelings."

"I couldn't sleep either. I felt the same way. I was dying to call you but I didn't know if you thought I was just a perv," I said.

"Do you do girls? Have you done girls?"

"No, you?"

"Nope, this is my first time too. I guess we'll be figuring it out together. I don't know if I'm into girls yet but I'm into you. Our togetherness feels very nice to me."

"Me too."

"What have you done with guys?" she wanted to know.

"Petted above and below and an oral thing once. I got him off and he squirted all over my face but he was useless on me and I ended up jigging myself. What about you? Have you done it?"

”No, not even close. I told you about the guy back home. We had gotten naked and played with each other a few times and we went down on each other but he wanted to fuck and I wasn't into it. So we're both virgins at 14. That's unusual these days."

"Yes, it is. Most of the girls at the party last night have fucked guys at least once."

"I was thinking," she said as I was having the same thought about what was next, "that it's easier in some ways because we are both girls, and in some ways it makes it more complicated."

"Right our parents would never allow either of us to hang out in our bedroom with a guy and the door closed," I said, completing the first part of her thought.

"But having the restrictions sort of make it easier to know what you are going to be doing with the other person. We're on our own with this," Leslie said completing the second part of my thought. "Plus, we don't quite know what to do, do we?"

"I wonder if we were to tell our parents that we were like dating, they might not let us spend as much time together?"

"I don't know about mine, they are pretty liberal about stuff and my mom has a lez sister so she knows stuff but still."

"I think mine might freak but we can deal with that later," I said and raised my arms off of her back to around her neck and pulled her lips back toward mine. We pressed out lips together again and then I parted hers with my tongue and pushed it into her mouth. She clamped down on it with her teeth and bit it and then pushed her tongue into my mouth.

We tongue fucked each other's mouths for a bit and then Leslie pulled her lips off of mine just enough to be able to speak. Both of our faces were soaked from the kissing; we were panting, not able to catch our breath. I licked up her saliva on my mouth and inhaled her sweet breath into my nostrils as she spoke.

"Will you stay over?"

"Yes, please," and our open mouths pressed back together.