Girl Games: A Sweet Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  I pulled away from Lisa and we both turned to stare. Yup. Sure enough there was Dave standing by the gate staring down at us in disbelief. Well, leering down at us in disbelief would be more like it. He was obviously pissed off, but there were two attractive girls making out in front of him and of course he wasn’t going to miss an opportunity to enjoy the show because to him that’s all we were good for.

  The jerk.

  “Dave? What are you doing here?” I said. “In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly welcome.”

  “I came back to get some of my stuff I left behind, and now I find this bullshit?” he shouted.

  Lisa’s grip tightened on me. I glanced at her and she was looking at me with more than a bit of fear. That more than anything is what pushed me over the edge. He’d insulted me. He’d ruined my game night. Now here he was ruining what should’ve been a memory for the ages with Lisa and he was making her afraid on top of all of that?

  This would not do. Oh no, this would not do at all.

  “Kylie,” Lisa said, her grip holding me back as I tried to leave for the stairs.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “It’s just the three of us. What if he tries to pull something like he did with the table, only on you instead?”

  I smiled and leaned in to peck her on the lips. “I’m a cop’s daughter. Do you really think I’m going to let a skinny twerp like Dave give me any trouble?”

  That line felt like more bravado than anything else. I really didn’t want to get into a fight with the guy. Still, he was back at my house and he was threatening us, even if indirectly, and that wasn’t something I was going to let stand. Not to mention that I was a cop’s daughter. There were a few tricks dear old dad had taught me over the years to deal with trouble.

  Sure I’d never had occasion to use any of those tricks considering my reputation preceded me in school and kept people from giving me too much grief, but still. I felt secure enough in my ability to handle Dave if he really got out of hand. I wouldn’t sit there and take it like the card table.

  Dave stalked up and down the edge of the pool as I slowly made my way over to the stairs. He looked for all the world like a skinny pale cat.

  “You ruined my game but you’re not going to steal my girl too!” he shouted as I stepped out of the pool.

  He stopped and stared as I got out. I guess the sight of a girl in just a bra and panties was still enough to short circuit his brain even if he was pissed off. The horniness didn’t distract him for long, though.

  “Last I checked Lisa was never your girl to begin with,” I said. “That was just you living in the same fantasy world you’ve always been in.”

  “That’s not true!” he screamed. “She would’ve been mine if you hadn’t swooped in and stole her from me just like you stole my game!”

  “Dave,” Lisa called out from the pool. “I was never interested in you. Ever. What sort of crazy fantasy world are you living in?”

  “That’s not true!” he shouted. He picked up a pool noodle laying by the poolside and tried to chuck it at Lisa. Only the thing was too light to be really good for chucking and his throwing ability wasn’t all that great so it ended up landing on the water well short of Lisa. Still, he’d thrown something at her. That was enough to really piss me off, and I’d already been upset to begin with.

  “You need to leave Dave,” I said. “Now.”

  He turned back to me. “Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

  “I’ll kick your ass if I have to,” I said.

  Dave hesitated at that. This was one of those times when it was a good thing I used to have a bit of a reputation. After all, what good were rumors that you beat people up for fun if it didn’t intimidate people to leave you the fuck alone from time to time?

  Dave’s eyes narrowed and he took a step forward, his hands balling into fists. “Yeah right. You might be a girl, but I’m going to teach you a lesson.”

  Huh. Well maybe I made a mistake when I got out here intending to act like the tough girl. It looked like this asshole really did want to fight me. I wasn’t worried. Not exactly. Still, it was worrying that things had gone this far. I never would’ve thought he’d have the balls to actually try and get in a fight.

  “Kylie!” Lisa shouted.

  Her words barely registered. I was more interested in the way Dave’s hands raised. He obviously wasn’t used to hitting people. He sort of raised a fist over his head instead of pulling back for a proper punch. Either he didn’t know what he was doing or he was still a little reluctant to hit a girl. Even if that girl was me. Something told me he’d wanted to take a swing at me for years now, but never had the balls to do it until now when he thought I’d ruined his imaginary relationship with Lisa.

  I didn’t even move to stop him. I could hear Lisa shrieking my name in the background, but I was more preoccupied with the thought that this was finally happening. I was finally in a real fight. I always figured it would be with some random preppy girl at school. Maybe that Gwen bitch who used to make life a living hell for everyone.

  I never figured it would’ve been with Dave.

  His hand started to come down and my mind kicked into gear. Shit. This was the part where I needed to do something if I didn’t want to get hurt. The training my dad had given me over the years kicked in. It was a good thing he’d drilled some of this stuff into me until it became a reflex, because otherwise I might not have reacted at all and taken the hit.

  I stepped to the side and Dave’s hit went wide. His arms windmilled for a moment as he tried to regain his balance and I formed my own hand into a fist as I prepared to move in and give him a good knee to the nuts for good measure. Best to make sure he was really down for the count so he couldn’t cause more trouble.

  I never got the chance to do any of that though.

  Dave finished with the windmilling and raised his hand again as though he was going to go for round two even as I was preparing to hit him. Before I could land a punch or he could get back into the swing of things a beefy hand came into the picture and wrapped around his wrist, stopping him in his tracks. In an instant Dave was on the ground wailing in pain as that beefy hand, connected to my dad, put him into a hold where any movement would result in a painful lesson.

  Dad stared down at Dave with fury in his eyes. The same sort of fury that kids whispered about the next Monday at school when he personally broke up one of their parties over the weekend.

  “Son, you just made one hell of a big mistake. I think you and I are going to have a little talk about why it’s not a good idea to try and hit a cop’s baby girl,” he growled.

  I felt a rush of relief wash over me. I still thought I could’ve given as good as I got in a fight, but it was nice to know I wouldn’t have to get into that fight. I felt a thin pair of arms wrap around me and turned to see Lisa giving me a hug from behind. I guess she decided to get out of the water when she saw my dad and knew the coast was clear.

  That earned an odd look from dad. So much for keeping things with Lisa on the down low. I knew there’d be some explaining to do later, but for now there were other things on my mind.

  “How’d you get out here?” I asked.

  “I got your text telling me nothing was wrong, but something told me I needed to come out here and check on things anyways,” he said. “Turns out I was right. Gotta trust your instincts.”

  He pulled up and Dave let out another yell. “Now you come with me. We’re going to go have that conversation where my baby girl doesn’t have to see.”

  He nodded to me and Lisa. “You girls might want to go inside.”

  I knew an order from my dad when I heard it. I wrapped an arm around Lisa, a move that earned another odd look from my dad, and led her inside. It wasn’t until we were both in that I realized how incriminating it must’ve looked that we were both out there in nothing but our underwear. I also understood why he’d been staring right at my face the entire time when I got a
good look at Lisa standing there soaking wet in her white bra and panties.

  Talk about leaving nothing to the imagination.

  “Um, so I don’t know how to say this without making it sound like a pick-up line, but maybe we should get you out of those soaking clothes?” I said.

  Lisa grinned and we moved hand in hand back to my room where I totally only planned on helping her change into something more comfortable. Honest.

  20: Aftermath

  Lisa:

  “And if you look over here there’s a picture I took of Kylie when she was just a little girl in the bath tub,” Theresa said.

  “Come on mom,” Kylie said. “Could you please lay off with that stuff?”

  “Nonsense dear,” Theresa said, waving Kylie away and not even really paying attention to her very frustrated daughter. “I haven’t gotten to do this sort of thing since you broke up with that nice Travis boy. Let me have my moment.”

  Kylie groaned and rolled her eyes. She was perched on the arm of a couch that dominated their living room. I sat next to Theresa, her mom, and she had a photo album out in her lap and was showing me a bunch of pictures from when Kylie was younger.

  Not that I really needed a photo album to be reminded of those days. It was a small town, after all, and Kylie had been to a lot of the same places I had when she was growing up. It was more like seeing growing up in our town from a different angle than anything else.

  This whole thing still felt a little weird. I was still getting used to processing how I felt about Kylie, and now here was her mom showing me baby pictures like I was the long lost girlfriend she’d always wanted for her daughter. I suppose that was better than her blowing up and disowning her child for being a lesbian, but it was no less awkward.

  “And if you look here you’ll see pictures from when Kylie decided to play baseball,” her mom went on. “That didn’t last very long though. She always had the worst allergies and standing out there on the baseball field always made her miserable.”

  I looked to Kylie for some sort of help, but she just shrugged with an embarrassed smile. Obviously there wasn’t going to be any help coming from her. It was a look I’d seen before with guys I’d dated.

  I think the weirdest thing about all of this was how normal it seemed. It felt like there should’ve been some explosion or something when her mom got home from bingo night early thanks to a call from Kylie’s dad and she figured everything out.

  Talk about embarrassing. I’d never had parents walk in on me making out with the guys I’d dated. There were all sorts of new experiences happening tonight, and they weren’t all fun.

  “Here we have some pictures from when Kylie took Tae Kwan Do lessons. I always thought that was a little too violent, but her dad insisted and she actually liked it so…”

  “That might’ve been useful tonight,” I said with a wink in Kylie’s direction. Her face turned bright red and she looked as though she wanted to sink into the floor and disappear.

  “Yes, well,” her mom said with a sniff.

  Theresa pointedly didn’t look over to their living room window. Red and blue lights flashed on the other side from a couple of cop cars that had arrived shortly after her mom got home. Even as I looked out the window I saw Dave being pulled between two cops. He tried to fight them every step of the way and he was shouting something, but I couldn’t tell what it was.

  Kylie noticed the commotion outside as well even if her mom was doing her best to ignore it.

  “What’s going on out there?” I asked.

  “No idea,” Kylie said. “If I was a betting woman I’d say Dave was out there resisting arrest.”

  “Do we have to focus on all that unpleasantness?” Theresa asked. “There are so many other pictures I can show you. This is so nice that my Kylie has a girlfriend!”

  She reached out and patted my leg. Thankfully we were saved from any more embarrassment when Kylie’s dad walked through the front door.

  “Well that was interesting,” he said. “Never would’ve thought a kid that scrawny would try to fight us like that.”

  “He tried to fight you?” Kylie said. “Or did he fall down a couple of times while you were having your ‘talk’ with him?”

  “Nothing like that, baby girl,” he said. “Promise. He did get really mad though. Said some crazy things about you and your friend here and then he tried to hit me. He’s going to go to the jail for the rest of the night to cool down, and I’ll walk you down to the courthouse so we can get a restraining order tomorrow morning.”

  “Um, what kind of crazy things did he say about me and Lisa?” Kylie asked.

  I didn’t give him a chance to answer. I had a pretty good idea exactly what Dave would’ve been ranting about, but I didn’t care about that. I stood and ran across the room, enveloping Kylie’s dad in a big hug. He grunted but finally returned the hug, though it was awkward. As though he wasn’t the sort of man who was used to showing that kind of affection.

  “Thank you for helping me and Kylie tonight,” I said. “I was so afraid when I saw him coming for her. I mean I know your daughter is tough and all, but still…”

  “Um, I guess it was nothing?” her dad said.

  I pulled away from the hug and looked over to Kylie and her mom. Both sat on the couch looking absolutely stunned. Huh. Maybe her dad wasn’t the hugging type or something.

  Her dad cleared his throat. “So anyway. About what that boy was saying about you and your friend here.”

  Kylie sighed and rolled her eyes. “She’s not just my friend dad. What he said was true. At least that part.”

  Good thing she added that it was just that part that was true. Who knows what the little jerk said otherwise. Probably anything he could think of to make us look bad and make him look like the good guy. Not that there was much chance of him looking like the good guy after he tried taking a swing at Kylie.

  “Sit down Harold,” Theresa said. “The girls are dating and that’s that.”

  “Oh come on now Theresa,” Kylie’s dad, Harold I guess, said. His hand moved behind his neck and he started rubbing at a spot back there. “It’s not like that. You know I don’t care if… It’s just it was sort of a… Aw hell.”

  I squeaked in surprise as he stepped forward and wrapped me up in a huge bear hug. I looked over to Kylie and Theresa and they seemed even more surprised than the last time when I was the one doing the hugging.

  “Welcome to the family, um…”

  “Lisa,” Kylie said. “Her name is Lisa.”

  “Welcome to the family, Lisa,” Harold said.

  He let me go and I took a wobbly step back. I wasn’t sure exactly how to respond to that. On the one hand it was nice that there wasn’t going to be any blowup because they just discovered their daughter was a lesbian. On the other hand we’d only gone out on a couple of hot dates over the past couple of weeks. I could see us becoming something special, but it was still very early days in the relationship.

  If this was a guy I wouldn’t be sure if we’d be together in a month, let alone long enough to be welcomed to the family!

  “And it’s a little early for all that, dad,” Kylie said. “God you’re so embarrassing sometimes. We’ve only been dating for a few weeks!”

  Well then. It was nice to know we were on the same page when it came to that stuff. I flashed her a thankful grin.

  “Yeah, well, I just want you to know that whatever happens I support you baby,” her dad said. His eyes darted down to the photo album in Theresa’s hand. “Besides, it looks like your mom is doing plenty of embarrassing for the both of us.”

  “You two are impossible,” Kylie said with a roll of her eyes.

  “Maybe, but the important thing is we love you and support you,” her mom said with a sniff. “That’s a lot more than some kids in your situation get.”

  “So I need to get back to work,” her dad said. “I hate covering for the overnight, but what can you do? Damn state won’t give me the budget to hire so
meone else so if one of them calls in sick…”

  He devolved into angry muttering and grumbling as he headed back for the door. He turned and looked to me and Kylie one final time as he stood there, shook his head, and stepped out. It appeared that even if he was supportive of his daughter it was going to take some time for him to get used to some of the life choices she was making.

  That was fine, though. Supportive was pretty damn good, all things considered. It made me wonder how my own parents would react when they found out. Hopefully their introduction to my girlfriend would be a little less spectacular than how Harold and Theresa were introduced.

  Theresa smacked the photo book shut and paused to look between the two of us as well. She had a secretive smile on her face that I recognized all too well because I’d seen Kylie do the same thing when she was up to no good.

  “Well I think I’m going to go turn in for the night. Maybe watch some of my recorded stories or something in the guest room on the other side of the house. I’ll make sure to turn the TV up really loud, too.”

  Kylie turned several different shades of red as her mom said that. Her meaning was pretty clear, and I found myself blushing right along with Kylie. I wondered if there was such a thing as a family being a little too accepting.

  Theresa stood and made her way out of the room, but not before pausing one final time and giving both of us a significant look. “You girls have a good time tonight! Make up for getting interrupted by that nasty boy.”

  Then she was gone. Kylie almost melted into the couch after her mom disappeared.

  “I’m going to die from embarrassment,” she said. “That’s the only thing I can do now. I can’t believe she just said that!”

  I moved over and sat down next to her. She took the invitation and scooted a little closer and put her head on my lap. I blushed anew as I thought of where that could potentially go, then pushed those thoughts out. Now wasn’t the time to think about that sort of thing even if it did seem to be on Theresa’s mind.

  “It could have gone a lot worse, you know,” I said. I moved a hand up and traced a finger through Kylie’s hair. It was so soft and it always smelled so nice.