"I don't know," Tyler shrugged in her nudity, "Do you have another robe? I'm cold."
"Yeah," Brooke turned back to her closet, "Sorry."
"It doesn't have to be different," Tyler reasoned, "It happened. We experimented. If you never want to do it again, we can just chalk it up to a bonding experience and it doesn't have to happen again."
Brooke handed Tyler a second robe, "Is that what you want?"
Tyler slipped the robe over her athletic figure and tied the waist band, "No. I liked kissing you."
Brooke blushed, "I liked it too. Tyler, are you attracted to me? Like, sexually?"
Tyler opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Her brow furrowed for a moment in thought.
"Because you're like the sexiest thing to the world to me right now," Brooke dared.
Tyler looked to her, "Really?"
Brooke nodded and sat on the edge of her messy bed, "I think I've always felt that way, a little. Like, when I watch you play volleyball. I've always thought that you... you know... look sexy. You're so beautiful."
Tyler sat down next to her, "That's like the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. It's weird, because I've always been jealous of your body."
"Mine?" Brooke seemed surprised, "Tyler, you have the body of a fucking Nike commercial. How could you be jealous of me?"
"I don't know," Tyler shrugged, "I guess I always thought you were so feminine and perfect. I mean, I definitely wish I had your tits."
Brooke laughed at that.
"So yeah," Tyler finally answered, "I'm attracted to you. Sexually. I think you're beautiful, Brooke. I always have. That isn't too weird, is it?"
"No," Brooke sighed, "Not as weird as it should be."
"I have to pee," Tyler declared.
"Me too. I wonder if my parents are at church."
"Probably," Tyler led the way into an adjoining bathroom. She hiked her robe up and sat on the toilet while Brooke inspected herself in the mirror.
"My hair is a hot mess," Brooke noticed.
"I think it looks sexy," Tyler commented as the sounds of her urine filled the small room. She ran her fingers through her own perfectly straight hair.
Brooke did her best to untangle her tresses, "I don't know why, but I feel different. Everything feels different."
"What does it feel like?"
"Like we're more than just friends," Brooke replied.
Tyler tore off a wad of toilet paper to wipe herself with, "Maybe we've always been more than friends but just hadn't gotten to the kissing part yet."
Brooke glanced at Tyler, "You do realize you had your finger in my pussy last night, right? We did a lot more than just kiss."
"We've been together our whole lives," Tyler continued, "I mean - we love each other like sisters. But we're not sisters. Maybe our love is something else and we just didn't realize it? Our whole lives we've settled into the role of 'best friends' because that's what kids do, right? But we're adults now. Maybe we're just now realizing we mean more to each other than that and the ecstasy we took last night finally freed us of our hang-ups."
The girls traded places and Brooke sat to pee, "So, does that mean we really are lesbians?"
Tyler laughed as she brushed a finger over an eyebrow in the mirror, "I don't know. I'm pretty sure you can still like boys though, if you want."
Brooke nodded, "To be honest, I've definitely masturbated while thinking about girls."
Both girls burst into a fit of giggles for several seconds.
Brooke wiped, stood, and flushed the toilet. "So, what are we going to do?"
Tyler returned to pruning herself in the mirror, "What do you mean?"
"Well, are we going to have sex again?" Brooke asked bluntly.
Tyler glanced at her with raised brows, "You mean, like right now?"
Brooke rolled her eyes, "No! I mean, like in the near-future. Because I don't want to stop kissing you, and... holding your hand, and... watching you cum."
Tyler smiled and teased, "You're so romantic."
Brooke blushed, "I'm being serious."
"Then... yes," Tyler answered her, "We can do whatever you want."
"Oh my god," Brooke leaned against the sink counter right next to Tyler and took her hand. "This is so weird. How are we going to explain this to people?"
Tyler lifted a gentle caress to Brooke's face and gave her a soft kiss, "We don't have to explain anything to anyone until we've figured it out for ourselves."
Her words seemed to comfort Brooke, "My parents are going to be pissed that we didn't wake up in time for church."
"Don't worry," Tyler joked, "They'll forget all about it after you tell them you're a lesbian."
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The Monday following the weekend of their rave was no different than any other day. Brooke picked Tyler up in the morning, since Tyler didn't have a car of her own, and drove them to school. Despite the fact that it was March, the morning brought some light snow with it; winter in Minnesota didn't truly end until April. Both girls were bundled up in warm jackets and stocking caps.
The snow wasn't enough to slow them down. Generally they liked to get to school early, to socialize and visit with friends before Homeroom started at 7:30am.
Their high school had a well-defined social structure made up of several different cliques. Tyler and Brooke belonged to the popular crowd; but one flaw could find a student outcast from any clique, alone on a social island without any friends. A student might be considered too ugly or strange looking. They could be the target of a gossip scandal. If a student stood-out racially, or spoke with a heavy foreign accent. Almost anything could cause a person to stand-out or be considered too different.
One of those differences was if a student was labeled as 'gay' in their sexual orientation. It was the one thing certain to be a subject of ridicule and high school students could be incredibly cruel. Brooke was all-too aware of that fact, as was Tyler, so as they went about their day both girls instinctively avoided displaying any sort of romantic affection for one another. It wasn't hard; they had been best friends for their entire lives and after four years of high school they simply fell into their normal routine.
Monday's didn't hold any team practices or games for Tyler, so by 2:30pm Brooke had parked on the street in front of Tyler's house after school. Tyler's parents wouldn't be home from their jobs for a while.
"Do you want to hang out?" Tyler offered.
Brooke pushed a ringlet of hair behind her ear, "What do you want to do?"
Tyler lifted a shoulder, "I dunno. Do you want to help me with my Geometry homework?"
"Okay," Brooke turned her ignition off.
Once coats were hung-up and snacks were gained, the girls secluded themselves to Tyler's room. Formerly her older brother's domain, Tyler had a vast area in the basement of her parent's house to claim as her own. She occupied the downstairs room after her brother left for college; it had a small kitchenette, her own bathroom, and sliding glass doors with a view of the snowy back yard. Tyler kept her room meticulously clean and organized with a queen-sized bed, a sectional couch, and posters of all her sports heroes. Her favorite was a giant poster of Lindsey Vonn, a fellow Minnesotan and Olympic ski champion, which hung over her bed.
Brooke settled on the couch, pulling her socks off to sit cross-legged in her jeans and a designer sweater. A big bowl of popcorn, two sodas, and a geometry book were on the coffee table in front of her.
Tyler was at her closet shedding her school clothes to change into something more comfortable, standing out in the open with only a blue bra and white cotton panties. Despite the fact that the girls had changed in front of each other many times before during their lifelong friendship, Brooke found her gaze lingering on Tyler's fit and tanned figure.
"Thanks for helping me," Tyler said, slipping on a pair of sporty blue short-shorts, "I really suck at math."
"Sure," Brooke replied, trying not to stare at the way the shorts exposed a hint of Tyler's butt
.
Tyler pulled a loose tee over her head and padded towards the couch in bare feet, "It doesn't help that Mr. Blumquist is the most boring man on Earth."
Brooke shifted her eyes away from Tyler, "I know, right? I had him last year for Calculus."
Tyler slid onto the couch, right next to Brooke, and crossed one bare leg over the other. She reached up to free her ponytail, letting her perfectly-straight black hair fall past her shoulders. She smelled amazing, Brook instantly noticed.
Brooke asked, "Did you start wearing a new perfume?"
"You know I don't wear perfume," Tyler reminded her.
Brooke cleared her throat, "I guess you just smell really nice."
Tyler smiled, "Thanks. It's probably my Polo body spray. I really like it."
Brooke once again found herself looking at Tyler, at her sexy legs, before she suddenly closed her eyes. "Shit," she cursed.
Tyler looked confused, "Brooke...?"
"This was so much easier when we were on drugs," Brooke said, "Oh my god."
"Brooke, what are you talking about?"
Brooke leveled her gaze at Tyler, "I'm freaking out because all day long I've been thinking about kissing you and now that we're alone I'm staring at your ass, and I don't know if you want to kiss me back, and I'm too chicken to ask you if you want to kiss me because we're sober now and -"
"Brooke," Tyler interrupted her, "You're babbling."
Brooke threw her hands up in frustration, "You know how I get when I'm nervous!"
Tyler lifted a leg onto the couch and leaned forward as she turned her body towards Brooke. Placing her hands at Brooke's cheeks, she kissed her. Brooke closed her eyes and Tyler kissed her for several moments, opening and closing her lips against Brooke's mouth repeatedly. She sucked on Brooke's lower lip before stopping and pulling herself away.
Brooke slowly opened her eyes back up, her mouth open and eager for more.
Tyler smiled at her, "Don't be nervous. Fuck Geometry. We can do whatever you want."
"I want to do that," Brooke replied quickly, "I want to do more of that."
Tyler let out a soft laugh, "Okay."
"You're still into me?" Brooke asked shyly, "Even though we're not on ecstasy?"
Reaching forward, Tyler let her fingers mingle with several of Brooke's golden ringlets. "I think I've been into you for a long time," she spoke softly.
They started kissing again. Soft, gentle caresses between their lips. Tyler kept touching Brooke's face, smoothing her hands against Brooke's cheeks and jawline. Brooke had her hands at Tyler's trim waist, her fingers teasing beneath the elastic hem of Tyler's shorts. They continued kissing for a long while, exploring each other's mouths with tongues and wet lips. It was passionate and erotic; both of them were growing incredibly aroused.
"You're a really good kisser," Tyler murmured when they paused for air.
"So are you," Brooke whispered, her voice breathless with desire, "Can I tell you something without you freaking out?"
"I'm not going to freak out on you," Tyler assured her, "You can tell me anything."
"My panties are soaked," Brooke blurted.
Tyler smiled, "So are mine." She grabbed Brooke's hand, "Come on."
Brooke was led towards the bed where Tyler paused and let go, bending to push her shorts and underwear down her long athletic legs. Revealing her tan lines and the thin landing strip of pubic hair, Tyler slid onto her bed.
"What are you doing?" Brooke watched.
"When I get horny I like to touch myself," Tyler explained, reaching between her thighs, "Don't you?"
Brooke stared at Tyler's slender and tanned frame, her bra the only clothing remaining on her body. Brooke realized there was no reason to be modest or shy with Tyler; they were best friends. More than friends. They had already shared this level of intimacy and more. Drugs or not, Brooke no longer needed to heed her inhibitions.
Brooke removed all her clothes and joined Tyler on the bed, lying to the right of her, so close their shoulders touched.
They were leaning back against plush pillows, their torsos upright, as the girls began masturbating together. Between them, their hands found each other and they both held tight.
Tyler's eyes roamed freely over Brooke's naked body and soft curves. "I like watching you," Tyler said, her gaze lingering where Brooke was masturbating her shaved pussy.
Brooke slid even closer and turned her head to the side, "Kiss me?"
Tyler obliged and they tasted each other's mouths for several moments. Afterwards, Brooke let go of Tyler's hand, scooching herself down slightly to let her head rest on Tyler's shoulder as she continued rubbing herself. In response, Tyler laid one of her legs over Brooke's, sliding the back of her calf against Brooke's thigh.
The slack flesh of Brooke's plush breasts were hanging to the sides of her sternum. Tyler wrapped her free arm around Brooke's shoulders and let her palm rest on Brooke's far breast, squeezing it and teasing the nipple with her thumb until it became taut.
Brooke moaned softly at Tyler's touch. She reached down with her own free arm and hooked her hand around Tyler's leg, encouraging Tyler to keep sliding it against her thigh.
"You're so sexy," Tyler purred, her finger rubbing circles around her clit.
"You're body feels so good," Brooke replied hotly, rubbing her hand along the inside of Tyler's thigh just below where Tyler was masturbating. Brooke felt Tyler's fingers kneading into her breast, causing Brooke's breathing to grow louder as her arousal heightened.
"I can't wait to see you cum. Do you want to use my vibrator?" Tyler offered.
Brooke turned a curious head against Tyler's shoulder, "You have a vibrator?"
Tyler stopped masturbating long enough to reach to her left and the nightstand beside the bed. She pulled open the top drawer and rummaged blindly until she found a small toy. It was a white phallic-shaped cylinder roughly four inches long. "Here," Tyler offered it, "Just twist the bottom."
Brooke let go of Tyler's leg to take the toy. She fiddled with it, spinning the bottom of it until it started buzzing softly. "Oh my god," she smiled.
"Rub it on your clit," Tyler returned to fingering herself, "I want to watch you get off."
Brooke touched the toy to her clit and immediately shivered. Her head pressed back against Tyler's shoulder and her jaw hung slightly open.
"You're so sexy," Tyler encouraged her, still caressing Brooke's breast and teasing its nipple with her thumb, "I love doing this with you."
Brooke started making sharp gasps as the vibrations against her clit hurled her towards orgasm, "...you're turning me on so much..."
Suddenly Brooke's body went stiff and she made a stifled grunt. Her shoulders hunched and her eyes clenched shut. An orgasm flooded through her body and Brooke pressed the buzzing toy against her clitoris to keep the pleasurable waves rolling.
"Oh fuck," Tyler moaned as she rubbed her own clit with a rapidly circling finger, watching Brooke enjoy her orgasm.
"Oh shit!" Brooke arched the small of her back and slowly kicked at the bed with the leg that wasn't entwined with Tyler's. She started gasping loudly as the orgasm reached its crescendo. She dropped the vibrator, which fell to the bed between her thighs, and shoved a pair of fingers into her leaking pussy. She moaned and gasped that way, fucking herself, until the tension finally left her body and she slumped against Tyler's side.
"That was so hot," Tyler spoke in a voice scratchy with arousal as she continued to masturbate herself.
Brooke turned onto her left to face Tyler, her head still lying against Tyler's shoulder. Brooke placed the hand she had been masturbating herself with on Tyler's taut stomach, which left a glistening smear of her pussy juices against Tyler's tan skin.
"Let me taste you," Tyler squeaked, "I wanna taste your pussy."
Brooke lifted her hand and Tyler dipped her chin to draw two of Brooke's fingers into her mouth, licking at them and sucking on the flavor of Brooke's pleasure.
"Oh god th
is is so fucking hot," Brooke watched her.
Suddenly Tyler yelled out wordlessly and her legs spread open, her finger dancing against her clit as she came. Brooke curled her arm around Tyler's sternum to offer support, re-entwining a leg around Tyler's as well. Tyler's head thrashed from side to side a few times, quick gasps escaping her throat, her body writhing in Brooke's embrace and twisting the bed covers.
"That felt so good," Tyler's voice was barely a whisper, her bra-clad chest rising with labored breaths once the orgasm had run its course.
Brooke cuddled her body close to Tyler's side, her golden curls splayed out over Tyler's shoulder, "We should have been doing this a long time ago."
Tyler giggled with agreement.
"But just so you know," Brooke added, "I'm not going all butch and styling my hair into a mullet just because we masturbated together."
Tyler laughed and always enjoyed her best friend's sense of humor, "You're so funny. You're the best, Brooke."
Brooke tightened the arm she had around Tyler, "Thanks, hon; you're pretty great, too."
Unfortunately, the girl's cuddling session was interrupted by the sounds of a door opening upstairs and the clomping feet of someone stomping the snow off their shoes.
"What the fuck?" Brooke lifted her head.
A woman's voice called from the top of the stairs, "...Tyler...?"
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