Girl Games: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  She paused for a moment. Looked at me and grinned. Looked at Travis and Arnold and then to Dave. I had a feeling something big was about to happen.

  She returned her gaze to me. Grinned and winked. “She wraps her arms around you and pulls you in close. Plants a kiss right on you,” Kylie said. And then she was back to an innocent singsong voice. “So how does your character react to that?”

  I blushed. I couldn’t help it. This was so weird. So wild. And so fun!

  “I think my character likes that a lot,” I said. “In fact, I…”

  “That’s it!” Dave said, his hand slamming down on the table and setting dice rattling and papers rustling. “I’m not putting up with this bullshit anymore!”

  And here we were with the blowup. Right on schedule. Damn it. Right when things were getting good. Though I had a feeling things couldn’t get much hotter than that. Not with everyone at the table watching. I blushed thinking about how carried away I’d gotten. How far would we have taken that before we remembered where we were and that we had an audience?

  I was almost glad Dave provided his usual asshole distraction. Almost. I really wanted to know where Kylie was going with that.

  “What are you going to do about it?” Kylie asked.

  “I stand from my table in the corner and raise my bow. Sneak attack, bitch,” Dave said.

  He rolled his dice a couple of times and grinned. “And I’m pretty sure I just hit unless you’re going to fudge the numbers.”

  Kylie rolled her eyes. “No, I’m not going to take a lesson from your dungeon mastering playbook. What’s the number?”

  They went back and forth for about a minute negotiating the attack. Kylie was obviously getting more and more pissed off as their back and forth went on even as Dave was looking more and more smug by the moment.

  “Fine,” Kylie said. “You hit. One of your arrows sticks straight out of our heroine’s chest.”

  “It remains to be seen whether or not she’s the heroin,” Dave said.

  “Oh she’s definitely the heroine,” I said. “My character turns around and fries Dave with a fireball.”

  “Yeah, and I’m attacking him too,” Travis said. “I’m not going to stand for someone attacking someone unprovoked like that!”

  “Me either!” Arnold said, picking up his dice as well. He rattled them in his hand menacingly. Or at least as menacingly as a dice rattle could sound. Which wasn’t very much, admittedly.

  “Now wait just one damn minute,” Dave said. “What’s going on here? You guys attack my characters like this all the time!”

  “Yeah, well that’s because your character is always the one acting like an asshole at these games ruining the fun for everyone else so you can be the biggest and the best!” Kylie shouted back at him. “Did you ever stop to think that maybe it’s a little weird that your character is the only one that sort of thing ever happens to?”

  “That’s not true,” Dave said. “You’re all just jealous of how awesome I am!”

  “Jealous? Please. You’re always a first rate prick,” Travis said. “Why do you have to always be such a jerk? We’re not jealous of you. We hate playing the game when you get like this, and you get like this at every game!”

  “You guys are just saying what you think the girls want to hear because you want to watch them lez out or something!” Dave shouted.

  Arnold and Travis both rolled their eyes. I was in a fighting mood though. Happy bubbly Lisa was taking a backseat to pissed off Lisa. She didn’t come out to play very often, but when she did watch the fuck out.

  “What Kylie and I do in the game is none of your damn business, Dave,” I shouted. “I’ve tried to be nice to you, everyone’s tried to give you a chance, but I think you aren’t a good fit for this game.”

  “You don’t fucking talk to me like that,” Dave said. “This was my game before you guys took it from me. You’re new to this game. I shouldn’t have ever invited you! I can’t believe I ever thought about giving you a chance!”

  Now that was worth a laugh. He was the one giving me a chance? This guy really did have a poor understanding of the way the world worked. I was out of my seat before I really thought about it. My blood was pumping. My scalp was tingling. Underneath it all there was a mix of disbelief and the sure knowledge that I was about to get into an actual fight for the first time in my life.

  And I was pretty sure I was going to win. I had older brothers and I knew a thing or two about throwing down.

  “Dave,” a quiet and menacing voice said.

  Everyone turned to look at Kylie. The look on her face was pure controlled rage. I thought I could see a vein throbbing in her forehead. She was pissed. Maybe even more pissed than I was, and that was saying something.

  “I think it would be a good idea for you to leave. Now,” she said. She never raised her voice, but if anything that quiet menacing tone only made her seem more intimidating.

  “What? What do you mean? You can’t kick me out!” Dave said. “This is my game. I think we need to stop pretending that you’re the one running things. It was a fun joke, but come on guys. A girl running a game?”

  “I can kick you out if I damn well please,” Kylie said. She held up her phone and grinned. “And just in case you think it might be a good idea for you to cause more trouble, I’ve gone ahead and texted my dad while you were busy screaming at Lisa. He’s on his way over here now, and he’s really pissed off about having to leave work.”

  Dave’s face went white. Apparently he didn’t like the idea of facing down the chief of police. It’s not like I could blame him. I’d seen Kylie’s dad in action before. There was one party a few years back where things got a little out of hand and the cops got called for a noise complaint. He’d managed to stop an entire group of teenagers just by pointing a finger at them and a roaring. I doubted Dave had been at that party, he didn’t seem like the type who went to those sorts of parties or even got invited in the first place, but stories from that night had spread out around school.

  Everyone in town knew not to fuck with Kylie’s dad.

  Watching his reaction to that piece of news was fascinating. He turned a couple of different shades of purple, easy to see on his otherwise pale skin. That was the look of a man who’d just had something he very much loved ripped away from him. The look of a person who’d just had their entire way of looking at the world changed, and not in a good way.

  It reminded me of the one year back in high school when I’d gotten a little lazy and I ended up on the JV cheer team my sophomore year instead of making varsity like a couple of my friends. That had inspired me to do even better the next year to make damn sure that I got on the team I thought I deserved to be on. Dave didn’t strike me as the kind of person to think that far ahead, and his actions proved that a moment later.

  He stood and grabbed the table. It was just a card table. Nothing special. Nothing particularly heavy, which was the important part. He lifted it and papers and dice and Kylie’s dungeon master screen, someone finally got around to telling me what the thing was actually called, went flying.

  Kylie barely managed to get away in time. Everyone else shouted and jump away from the table and I managed to get clear with only a corner of it grazing my foot. I let out a scream of pain but pulled away.

  “Are you fucking crazy?” Travis shouted.

  “What’s the big idea?” Arnold said.

  “Fine!” Dave said. “You want to take my game away, well you all can go to hell!”

  And with that he turned and stomped out of the room, leaving all of us sitting there staring at the remains of game night in stunned silence.

  “Damn,” I said as Dave slammed the door behind him.

  “I knew he was crazy,” Travis said. “I never thought he would do something like that, though.”

  “He left his stuff behind,” I said.

  I glanced down at the dice and the notebook he always carried with him. I felt a sense of morbid curiosity and reac
hed down to check out the notebook. The first page was filled with notes about all the things he’d love to do with me, and I’m not talking about first date ideas. I tossed the thing back to the ground and made a disgusted noise.

  “Can we just burn that thing, please?”

  Kylie picked it up and read a few lines as well. She made an equally disgusted noise. “We’ll toss it in my mom’s shred bag or something later.”

  “So does this mean game night’s over for this week?” Travis asked. “We could maybe put the table back together or something?”

  Kylie heaved a huge sigh. She looked exhausted. I could only imagine what this night must feel like for her. Dave was hard enough to deal with over the past couple of weeks. I couldn’t imagine how frustrated I’d be if I’d been dealing with him for the past couple of years.

  “I think I need to rest and relax for the rest of the night,” Kylie said. “You all can just leave that stuff there. I’ll deal with it later.”

  “You sure?” Arnold asked.

  “Very sure,” Kylie said.

  She looked at me and winked. A wink the guys didn’t catch as they bent down and started gathering up their papers and pencils. I shivered as I thought of exactly what she might have in mind for “rest and relaxation.”

  Soon enough Arnold and Travis were heading out leaving me and Kylie all alone in the pool house. Travis stopped to wink at us on his way out, and Kylie crumpled up one of Dave’s character sheets and chucked it at Travis. Not that I could blame the guy. Chances are we were going to get up to about what he thought we were going to get up to.

  At least I hoped we were!

  “So that was quite a night,” I said when they were finally gone.

  Kylie turned and grinned. “Y’know I could almost thank Dave for flying off the handle like that.”

  “Really? Any particular reason why?”

  Kylie stepped around the downed table an moved in close to me. So close that I could almost feel her press against me, but not quite. I took in a deep breath and inhaled her scent. It was a mix of body wash and lotion I’d become very familiar with over the past couple of weeks, but I never got tired of it.

  “I was thinking maybe you could show me a few good reasons why I should join your adventuring party next week, mage,” she said, her voice going to the deep tones of the adventurer who’d been on the verge of joining our party.

  I winked. “Let’s head out to the pool and see what we can work out?”

  This was going to be so much better than drunkenly making out with some girls at a party!

  19: Caught Swimming

  Kylie:

  “The coast is clear,” I said, stepping out of the pool house and towards the pool.

  “You sure about that?” Lisa asked. “I thought you said you texted your dad and told him to come out here?”

  “I did, but after Dave’s tantrum I texted him again and told him it was a false alarm. Mom’s at her bingo and that means she’ll probably go out drinking with her friends when they’re done with that. She’s not going to be back out here for a good little while. We’ve got the place all to ourselves!”

  I stopped a few feet from Lisa. There was a nervous energy crackling between us, and I think I knew why. We’d been sneaking around so far. The back of dark movie theaters. In the back seat of a car out in the country where we didn’t think we’d risk getting caught. Even one night at Lisa’s house where we’d closed the door to her room and earned a curious look from her little brother when I left later that night as though he might’ve heard something.

  The point is every time we’d been together we’d have to keep things on the down low. We’d had to sneak around. This was the first time it was just the two of us and I knew we’d have privacy.

  My mind spun as I thought of the possibilities. It felt like the first time all over again, only it was more intense with Lisa because there was that underlying feeling that this was right. This is what I should have been into all along and I was afraid to admit it to myself.

  Well I was admitting it now in a big way. Even if it was just to myself. And Lisa. That was a hell of a big step.

  Lisa took a couple of steps forward and opened her arms as though she was going to pull me into a hug, only at the last moment right in front of me she stopped and bit her lip. She looked down, a sure sign if ever that she was fucking nervous. I loved that look. It usually meant we were about to do something I was really going to like even if there was a part of me that told me it was so wrong.

  She reached down and grabbed at her shirt. Pulled up revealing inch after inch of her beautiful tanned stomach. So flat. So toned. Blood pulsed through my body and I felt a familiar tingling between my legs that was growing more and more insistent as Lisa revealed more and more of her body to me. She pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to a lounge chair off to the side.

  Her shorts went next. The shimmy she did with her hips was hypnotic as she moved from side to side to get out of those tight bottoms. A moment later she stood before me in all her glory in nothing but a plain white bra and panties.

  “No swimsuit tonight?” I asked, my voice cracking as I said it.

  “I thought it might be more interesting to wear white if I’m going to hop in the pool,” Lisa said with a mischievous smirk.

  Then she did just that, turning and hopping in the pool and sending a splash of water out where it nearly hit me.

  A white bra and panties. In the water. Yeah, that sounded like it could be a hell of a lot of fun.

  I wasted no time pulling my own tank top and shorts off and jumping in right behind her. It was a good thing the water was cool compared to the warm summer night, because I needed something to cool down. I wondered that the water didn’t start boiling around us from the heat we were giving off.

  I swam over to Lisa but she giggled and moved away from me. I grinned at her as she started treading water out in the deep end, but if she thought she was going to get away from me that easily she had another thing coming. I loved this pool and I swam in it all the time. Sure I wasn’t swim team material or anything, but I was pretty good.

  I dove after her, splashing through the water in the general direction of the deep end. When I came up, though, she was nowhere to be seen. My only hint as to where she’d gone was a giggle from the other side of the pool. I turned and stared in astonishment. She was back in the shallow end sitting on the stairs.

  She was taking “playing hard to get” to a whole new level.

  “How did you do that?” I asked.

  “I was on the swim team,” she said. “Come on. You should’ve known that.”

  “You were? I had no idea,” I said.

  Lisa rolled her eyes. “Everyone always fixates on the cheerleader thing. No one seems to care that I nearly took a state title in my event.”

  I forgot all about the sexy teasing for a moment. I couldn’t believe there was something that major I didn’t know about her. I also felt bad, because yeah. Guilty as charged. The only thing I’d ever noticed was that she was a cheerleader. Of course it was difficult not to notice what with the way she’d always been swishing down the halls in her short skirt that I was only now realizing I was drawn to for reasons that went beyond a general hatred of anything that reeked of popularity.

  I blushed thinking of all the times I’d been staring without realizing why I was staring. How could I have lied to myself for so long?

  “So what was this event that you were so good at?” I asked.

  Lisa bit her lip and blushed. “You’re going to think I’m joking.”

  “Come on,” I said. “Tell me. It’s not like we have any secrets from each other.”

  “It was the breast stroke,” she said.

  “You’re fucking with me.”

  “No! Promise! I was really good at it!”

  I started swimming again. Only this time I was slow. Calculating. Methodical. After all, putting my head under the water and moving fast hadn’t done a dam
n thing for me. Obviously Lisa was faster than me. Obviously she was the better swimmer. That meant I had to be deliberate when I stalked her. Make sure she didn’t have an opportunity to swim around me while I was trying to be fast.

  “What are you doing Kylie?” she asked.

  “I want a personal demonstration of how good you are,” I said with a wink.

  Okay. Talk about cheesy lines. That one was over the top even by Dave’s standards, and some of the lines he’d used on me over the years were the gold standard of bad pick up lines. I guess the effectiveness of a cheesy line depended entirely on who was saying it, though, considering the way Lisa stayed put this time around.

  I moved in close and wrapped my arms around her, but I held off on pressing against her. I wanted to enjoy this moment. This seemed like one of those times I was going to look back on for the rest of my life, and I wanted to take it all in. The gentle sound of water around us. The smell of chlorine mixing with what was left of Lisa’s perfume after she jumped into the water. The way little drops of water rolled down her face as she gazed into my eyes. Her wet hair falling down around her face.

  It was a perfect moment. One that could only be made more perfect by leaning in for a kiss. So I did just that. Lisa closed her eyes and our bodies came together, a center of heat in the already warm water.

  I brushed my lips against hers and I felt like my heart was going to stop from the exertion of beating so fast. My stomach was twisted into delicious knots as her hands moved up and down my body. My breathing was picking up as our mouths opened to one another and I was once more treated to that intoxicating taste that was Lisa.

  Everything was perfect. Then it wasn’t.

  “What the hell is going on here?” a voice shouted from over near the gate.

  Dave. My brain processed it subconsciously even as my conscious mind tried to catch up with everything. What the hell was Dave doing here? He’d stormed off and left for the night. There was no reason for him to be out there shouting at us and ruining my perfect moment other than of course he was out there shouting and ruining my perfect moment because that was just the sort of thing he did.