Tyler's eyes went as wide as saucers, "Oh shit, it's my Mom!"
Both of the girls exploded into motion, scrambling off the bed.
Kathy Sorenson, Tyler's mother, started down the basement stairs, "Tyler? Are you home? I need some help with the groceries." When she reached the bottom of the stairs Kathy passed through a small laundry area and into Tyler's room. She looked around and spotted the girls standing by Tyler's closet.
They had barely managed to put their underwear on. Tyler still wore her bra, but Brooke was bare-breasted.
"What in the world?" Kathy looked at them, "What are you two girls doing standing around naked?"
"Oh, hey Mom," Tyler tried to think of an excuse.
"Hi Kathy," Brooke waved, "Um, we were just trying on some clothes. Your daughter has the best taste in, uh... sports bras."
Tyler stifled a grin by biting her lip.
"Well for Pete's sake," Kathy said, "Put some clothes on and come help me carry the groceries inside. I stopped and got some take-out. Are you hungry, Brooke? Do you want to join us for dinner?"
"Famished," Brooke smiled, "We've been working up quite an appetite."
When Kathy turned to go back upstairs, both girls burst into a fit of giggles.
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The following day after school, Brooke was sitting high-up in the bleachers of their school's gymnasium watching the Cooper girls' volleyball team take on their district rivals - Armstrong High. It had been cold that day and Brooke was wearing a pair of fur-hemmed leather boots beneath black jeans, a red and blue Cooper Hawks sweatshirt (to support the team), and her curls hung out from beneath a stylish red stocking cap. Massive gold hoops dangled from her ears and a tiny dusting of wintery glitter framed her forehead and temples.
Brooke didn't know much about volleyball, or sports in general, but she rarely missed any of Tyler's games and enjoyed cheering on her best friend. A collection of other students from the popular clique were seated around her, all cheering on the team. This included Rob Johnson, the varsity basketball team's star shooting guard, who sat right next to Brooke. The handsome African-American boy had a shaved head and wore his letterman jacket proudly.
At 5'9", Tyler wasn't the tallest girl on the court but she certainly was one of the best. The eighteen year-old senior dominated around the net and was the Hawk's best server. Tyler wore her sleeveless team jersey, a pair of shorts, Nikes, and high socks that lifted just below her knees. Her signature ponytail waved behind her as she moved around the court.
As Tyler got ready to serve, Brooke cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "Show 'em what you got, baby!"
When Tyler served an ace for point, the home crowd erupted with cheers.
"Damn," Rob clapped loudly, "Our girl's bringing the heat!"
"She's the best," Brooke beamed proudly.
Rob leaned over and bumped his shoulder against Brooke's, "So what's up, beautiful. We still on for Friday?"
Brooke suddenly remembered she had agreed to go out on a date with Rob when they were at a rave the weekend prior, "That's right, you promised me dinner and a movie."
"For sure. I got us reservations at Roselle's and everything."
Brooke blinked. Roselle's was a hundred-dollar steakhouse in the western suburbs of Minneapolis that catered to the upper class. Brooke had only been there once in her life, to celebrate her parent's wedding anniversary. "Rob, that's too expensive."
"Nothing's too expensive for you, beautiful." Rob clapped when the Hawk's scored another point, "Besides, I want our first date to be special."
Brooke felt a knot of worry ball up in her stomach. She suddenly realized their date meant a lot more to Rob than it did to her. Not that Brooke didn't like Rob, he had always been a good friend to both her and Tyler, but her recent romantic affections for Tyler were confusing Brooke. She didn't fully understand what was happening between her and Tyler or if that left any room for boys. Brooke had dated many boys and thought she liked boys, but no guy had ever inspired the feelings of arousal Tyler had awoken within her.
"Rob..." Brooke started to think up an excuse to get out of it.
"What's up?"
Brooke opened her mouth but came up empty. "What time do you want to pick me up?" she forced a smile.
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After the Hawk's took two out of three matches from their rivals, Brooke was waiting outside the school with Tyler's parents. Kathy and Grant Sorenson were a middle-aged couple and active sports enthusiasts who had encouraged their children towards athletics. Grant's claim to fame was that he had played quarterback for the University of Minnesota Golden Gophers, the same team Tyler's older brother played tight-end for.
After Tyler had celebrated with her teammates and changed, she emerged from school in a pair of tight yoga pants, pink boots, and a puffy blue winter jacket. Her parents each greeted her with a warm embrace.
"We're so proud of you, Tyler," Kathy beamed.
"You played great, honey," Grant said.
"You were the best," Brooke was the last to hug Tyler.
"Thanks, guys," Tyler smiled.
"Are you coming home with us?" Grant wondered, gesturing towards the parking lot.
Tyler slipped her arm around Brooke's waist, "Is it okay if I ride home with Brooke? Some others from the team are getting together to hang-out for a while."
"Of course," Kathy nodded, "Go have fun."
"Is it okay if Brooke stays over, tonight?" Tyler wondered.
Grant nodded, "Sure, just don't be out too late, girls. You have school tomorrow."
"You want me to stay over?" Brooke grinned after they had parted ways and were headed towards Brooke's car.
"Is that cool?" Tyler asked a bit shyly.
Brooke wrapped an arm around her best friend's shoulders and leaned her head so it bumped against Tyler's, "Hell yeah. So where's the team getting together?"
"They're not," Tyler smiled mischievously, "I lied."
Brooke laughed as they reached the car. "Wanna go to Perkins?"
Tyler's eyes twinkled and she nodded eagerly, "Ice cream and pie."
After a ten minute drive, the girls were seated across from each other in a booth at the local 24-hour family diner. It was later in the evening and the restaurant was mostly empty. Brooke was staring at her phone and Tyler was closely inspecting a glossy menu.
"Pumpkin or French silk?" Tyler suddenly asked.
"French silk," Brooke decided.
"Vanilla ice cream?" Tyler assumed.
Brooke nodded and typed something into her phone.
With that decided, Tyler set the menu down at the edge of their booth table, "I saw you hanging out with Rob, during the game. I could hear you guys cheering."
"He's taking me out to Roselle's on Friday night."
Tyler's eyebrows rose, "Seriously? Wow, he must really want to fuck you."
Brooke slapped her phone down on the table, "Tell me about it. What the fuck am I going to do?"
Tyler shrugged and joked, "I don't know, maybe he'll settle for a hand job?"
"How can you be so casual about this?" Brooke gestured with her hands.
"What do you want me to do?" Tyler wondered, "Get all jealous, beg you not to go out with him and sleep with me, instead?"
"Yes!" Brooke exclaimed.
Tyler blinked with surprise.
Brooke made a curious expression, "Isn't that why you want me to stay over tonight?"
Tyler opened her mouth to answer when a pimply-faced waiter approached their booth, staring at Brooke's chest. Tyler didn't even give the poor server a chance to speak and told him, "Two slices of French silk pie with vanilla ice cream. And can you bring us some lemon waters?"
The boy scribbled their order onto a notepad and wandered off.
Once they were alone Tyler lowered her voice, "I wanted you to stay over tonight because I like being with you, but I don't have any say over you, Brooke, or who you date."
Brooke leaned forward over the tab
le and hissed, "Aren't you even a little jealous?"
"Argh," Tyler growled, "Yes, okay? I'm a little jealous. But I also realize I don't have any right to be."
Brooke quickly cast her gaze around making sure no one was in earshot, "Well, what is going on with us?"
"I don't know!" Tyler exclaimed, "In case you didn't know, this is as new to me as it is you. But I'm not going to tell you that you can't go out with Rob. I'm not your boyfriend, or whatever... you know what I mean."
"Oh for..." Brooke shoved an annoying curl strand behind her ear, "Three nights ago you humped my leg!"
"So?!" Tyler started to speak, but silenced herself as their order was delivered to the table. Once they we alone again she resumed in a quieter tone, "So?"
Brooke pulled her fork out of a rolled-up napkin, "So, doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it does," Tyler slid her water closer, "But it's also really confusing. I don't know what I am."
Brooke sliced the fork through her pie, "What do you mean you don't know what you are?"
Tyler's eyes started to redden from emotion and she grew embarrassed that she was about to cry.
Brooke's tone immediately softened, "Tyler, what is it?"
Tyler sniffed and a tear fell down her cheek, "Brooke... I think I might be gay."
Brooke blinked at the admission, "Okay. But... why are you crying? There's nothing wrong with that."
Tyler used a napkin to wipe her eyes, "I'm crying because I'm scared that you're not."
Brooke's brow furrowed in thought. "You're right," she said, "This is really confusing."
Tyler sniffled and took up a fork, "Your ice cream is melting."
Brooke poked her fork into the soft vanilla, "Tonight at the game I was trying to think up an excuse to get out of dinner with Rob. All my life I've just... did what I felt was expected of me, you know? Like find the perfect boy to marry and squirt out a couple kids - live happily ever after."
Tyler seemed to reluctantly eat her dessert as she listened to Brooke.
"I've dated boys. I've kissed boys. I find some boys attractive. But yesterday, when we were together... I've never felt like that, Tyler. Not with a boy. It felt so... right. I don't know what I am either, but I know I don't want to stop being with you."
Tyler made a teary smile and slid her hand across the table. Brooke moved her hand across as well, splaying her fingers to mingle with Tyler's. They held each other and quietly ate more of their food. After a few moments Tyler whispered, "I really want to kiss you right now."
Brooke smiled, "Yeah, me too. But don't. Our waiter looks like kind of a perv. He'd probably take a picture to jerk-off to later."
Tyler snorted out a laugh and squeezed Brooke's hand. Brooke always knew how to make Tyler laugh when she was upset. It was one of the things Tyler loved about her. "So what are you going to do about Rob?"
"I dunno," Brooke shrugged, "Tell him I'm seeing somebody, I guess."
Tyler bit her lip around a smile.
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When the girls later arrived at Tyler's house, her parents were in the living room watching television. Tyler and Brooke greeted them and exchanged some small talk - Tyler assuring her parents she and Brooke wouldn't stay up too late - before retreating to Tyler's cavernous bedroom.
"Can I borrow something to sleep in?" Brooke wandered towards a wide dresser. Several picture frames rested on the top, including one of Tyler and Brooke together.
"Help yourself," Tyler assumed Brooke knew where to find everything, "I'm gonna take a shower. I'm still all stinky from volleyball."
Brooke nodded and opened a drawer where Tyler kept some shorts and old tees for sleeping. Brooke found a shoebox she didn't recognize in the drawer. It was decorated with wrapping paper and stickers, like the old Valentine's boxes they used to bring to grade school on Valentine's Day as children.
Curious, Brooke slipped the lid off.
"Oh my god," she smiled brightly, immediately recognizing many of the items inside. She lifted a charm necklace with a cheap, beaded chain. The charm was a half-heart shape; Brooke recognized it because she owned the other half of the heart. She and Tyler had won the charms playing bottle-toss at their city's summer carnival when they were eleven years old. Brooke remembered the vow she and Tyler made that day - if either of them ever got married the other one would give their half of the charm to the respective husband.
Brooke placed the necklace back in the box and picked-up some battered Polaroid pictures. One year for her birthday, Tyler's mom had bought Tyler one of those old-style cameras which spit out the picture instantly. Brooke laughed as she looked through the photos, remembering the way they had to shake the pictures in the air for the film to process. One picture in particular featured Brooke and Tyler arm-in-arm with crooked paper birthday hats on their heads. Brooke laughed at the image even as a tear fell from her eye, remembering the party as though it had just happened. Turning the picture over, Brooke saw where someone had written 'Tyler & Brooke - age 8' on the back.
The box was full of memories and the objects that inspired them. Every memory in the box involved Brooke.
Brooke sniffled and wiped the back of her hand across a cheek, clearing away happy tears. Hearing the shower running, Brooke replaced the box's lid and closed the dresser drawer. On her way towards the bathroom, she left a trail of clothing on the floor. Once inside the spacious bathroom, Tyler's silhouette could be seen through the shower's blurry glass door, her arms raised while rinsing her hair.
Tyler looked over her shoulder when the shower door opened. "Brooke...?" she looked concerned, seeing her best friend standing naked with smeared mascara beneath her eyes, "What are you... are you crying?"
Brooke stepped into the shower and reached for Tyler, "I love you so much."
Their bodies collided, bent arms tangling between them as they cupped each other's faces and pulled themselves into a kiss. Brooke led with her tongue and Tyler eagerly sucked it into her mouth. Several long moments passed before their lips parted, hot water cascading over both of their bodies.
"I love you too," Tyler murmured, her voice scratchy with desire and Brooke's red lipstick smeared across her mouth.
The water was matting Brooke's coiled ringlets into damp curls, which Tyler pushed away from Brooke's forehead. A neatly manicured thumb ran across Tyler's lips as Brooke wiped some of the lipstick off her companion's face. Each of them knew at that moment their relationship had become entwined far beyond friendship. They were lovers and that fact would change everything.
"I don't know if I'm gay and I don't care," Brooke said, "I just want to be with you. I don't want to be with anyone else, just you."
Tyler started crying her own tears of joy and smiled, "I'm yours, Brooke. I'm all yours."
"Not to be weird," Brooke spoke with a happy sob catching in her throat, "But does this mean we're lesbians now?"
Tyler made her own tearful laugh and nodded, "Something like that, yeah. I think so."
Brooke's laugh mirrored Tyler's, "I don't know how to be a lesbian."
Tyler kissed her, "We'll figure it out together, okay?"
Brooke kissed her back with more heat behind her lips. "Make love to me," she murmured, "Please make love to me, Tyler."
As Tyler kissed her, she pressed Brooke back against the shower wall. Tyler's lips dragged down Brooke's mouth and she kissed Brooke's chin, neck, and collarbone. Brooke arched her back when Tyler reached Brooke's breasts, Tyler kneading her fingers into the soft flesh and sucking on one of Brooke's nipples.
Tyler loved Brooke's big, C-cup breasts. They were so much bigger than her own, which were little more than small mounds on her chest. Tyler sucked on one, drawing as much tit-flesh into her mouth as she could and swathing her tongue against Brooke's areola.
Brooke reached above her head with both arms to grab the top edge of the shower wall, feeling her knees go weak as Tyler fed on her breast. The shower was spraying just below Brooke's neck, the
warm water running down her body and slickening Tyler's attentions.
Tyler dropped to one knee as she continued kissing her way down Brooke's trim, baby-fat tummy. She paused at Brooke's mound, pressing several kisses against Brooke's bumpy, shaved mons.
"Oh my god," Brooke breathed as she realized what Tyler was about to do.
Tyler stuck her tongue out as far as she could and lapped between Brooke's labia, her tongue swathing over Brooke's clitoris at the apex of her licking motion. Tyler flicked the tip of her tongue against the quickly-stiffening button, causing Brooke to gasp, and then repeated with another lick. Over and over, Tyler licked at Brooke's pussy, each time delving her tongue deeper between Brooke's labia lips and finishing across Brooke's clit.
Brooke had to bite her lower lip and breathe through her nose to avoid screaming out and alerting Tyler's parents upstairs. She lifted a knee and draped her shapely leg over Tyler's shoulder, curling her ankle between Tyler's shoulder blades.
Tyler shoved her tongue into Brooke's pussy, licking deeply and tasting of the sweet juices that had begun flowing out. Her hands were at Brooke's hips and smoothed around to grab at Brooke's plush bottom. She pulled Brooke's pelvis against her mouth and started sucking on Brooke's clit.
"Oh shit!" Brooke squeaked and her curled leg pulled at Tyler encouragingly. She was still clinging to the top of the shower, afraid to let go.
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