Munch Time 1

by Amanda Fleming

  Tyler's mouth was clamped onto Brooke's clitoris, sucking on it and teasing it with rapid flicks of her tongue. Brooke started to gently rock her hips, bucking her pelvis against Tyler's face. One hand let go of the shower wall as Brooke slapped it across her own mouth, muffling the gasps of an orgasm. Tyler's fingers dug into the flesh of Brooke's ass, holding her mouth in place and teasing Brooke's clit relentlessly.

  Brooke's entire body shook at the intense pleasure she was experiencing. She slapped her arm sideways against the shower wall to keep from sliding downwards and humped her pussy against Tyler's face. It took every ounce of will she could muster not to cry out, her mouth wide in a silent scream of bliss.

  When it was over, Brooke's leg limply slid off Tyler's shoulder as Tyler stood. Brooke threw her arms around Tyler's neck to keep from falling, weak from the ordeal of her orgasm. Tyler kissed her and Brooke sensed a sweet flavor on Tyler's lips. Realizing she was tasting her own fluids, Brooke licked and sucked on Tyler's lips with a carnal hunger.

  As they kissed, Tyler blindly reached to her side to turn the shower handle off. The water stopped, leaving their dripping bodies pressed together.

  "How did you do that," Brooke hugged her lover, whispering at Tyler's ear, "How did you know how to do that?"

  Tyler wiped the matted curls off Brooke's forehead and pressed her lips against Brooke's cheek, "I don't know. I just wanted to kiss you there... your body told me when I was doing something right."

  "I had no idea," Brooke clung to Tyler tightly and unwilling to let go, "I didn't know I could feel that good."

  They kissed some more, both of them addicted to the feeling of their lips pressed together. Minutes passed before they finally started shivering and laughed at each other's goose bumps.

  After drying themselves off with big, fluffy towels they put some clothes on. Brooke wore some of Tyler's things - a pair of shorts and a baggy, grey tee shirt with a Nike logo on it. Brooke liked being in the shirt as it smelled of Tyler's body spray and the well-worn material was soft against her skin. Tyler had on a pair of sporty white briefs and one of her bigger brother's old tee-shirts, which hung down to her thighs.

  They were on Tyler's bed and Brooke was painting Tyler's toenails from a rose-colored bottle she had found in her purse, something Tyler never did herself. Tyler never wore polish on her fingers, either, while Brooke often had hers painted.

  "That's a pretty color," Tyler watched, gathering her hair up and tying it into a ponytail.

  Brooke's hair was still damp and her golden curls hung limply, pushed off her face. She blew at Tyler's toes briefly.

  "Brooke," Tyler asked, "Why were you crying, before you got into the shower?"

  Brooke started dabbing more polish onto a new toe, "Because I had just realized how much I love you... how important you are to me."

  Tyler smiled, She liked hearing those words; they felt right.

  "I found a box," Brooke said, "The shoebox, in your dresser. How long have you had that?"

  "The one with all our memories?"

  Brooke looked at her, "Yeah. I mean, there's stuff in there that goes all the way back to grade school."

  Tyler lifted a lazy shoulder, "I don't know. I've had it forever."

  "And it's just stuff that reminds you of us?" Brooke wondered.

  Tyler nodded, "Uh-huh."

  Brooke smiled fondly, "It's really sweet. I just... I can't believe you've kept all that stuff."

  "Brooke," Tyler told her, "You're the most important person in my life. Every important or memorable thing I've ever done, you were there. You come to all my games, even though you hate sports. Whenever I'm upset, you're there trying to make me laugh. God, I remember when I got my first period - we were in gym class and you held my hand all the way to the nurse's office." Tyler laughed, "Do you remember? Mrs. Olson, our gym teacher, told you that you couldn't come with. But you told her you weren't scared of detention and refused to let go of me."

  "Stop it," Brooke laughed, "You're going to make me cry again."

  Tyler giggled, "You grabbed like, a dozen extra tampons from the nurse's office and told her you'd take good care of me."

  "Those came in handy," Brooke reminded her, "I got my first period like a week later."

  "And now we get them at the exact same time, every month," Tyler said.

  "Remember when we went camping with my parents two years ago?" Brooke grinned, "We both got our periods and turned super bitchy because we didn't have anywhere to charge our phones."

  Tyler laughed and nodded, "And your dad was like: 'can't you two brats unplug for even three days'."

  Brooke snorted with laughter at Tyler's impression, "Oh my god - that was the worst vacation ever."

  "Absolutely," Tyler agreed, "But I'll never forget it, because at least we were together."

  Brooke pushed a curl away that had fallen over her forehead. She suddenly got shy, "Are we together, now? Like, together-together?"

  Tyler bit her lip, "You mean, like... going steady?"

  Brooke's eyes rolled as she smiled, "Yeah."

  "We better be going steady," Tyler spread her hands expectantly, "I just got done eating your pussy."

  Brooke laughed and blushed, "Oh my god." She finished Tyler's last toe and capped her bottle of nail polish, "We can't tell our parents. I mean, at least not until the end of the school year. My dad will probably disown me."

  "I know, right?" Tyler wiggled her toes and looked at them, "Besides, if they knew about us our parents probably wouldn't let us sleep over all the time."

  "There's no way," Brooke giggled.

  "What about at school?" Tyler suddenly wondered.

  Brooke sobered. She was far more concerned about her reputation among the popular crowd than Tyler was, and Brooke knew it. To Brooke's thinking, Tyler was naturally gorgeous and a star athlete; she didn't have to try - popularity simply came to Tyler. But Brooke had made a lot of effort cultivating her reputation and was afraid she'd loose it under the label of 'lesbian'. But she didn't want Tyler to think she was afraid, so Brooke made up an excuse.

  "What if someone told one of our parents?" Brooke worried, "Like a teacher, or one of our friends. Your parents go to a lot of your games..."

  "You're probably right," Tyler deflated.

  "I don't want to keep it a secret, either. But until we go to college we still live under our parent's roofs."

  "It just sucks," Tyler pouted, "We're both eighteen, we should be able to do what we want."

  "Yeah," Brooke let out an unamused breath, "Tell that to my dad."

  "But we're gonna go to the same college," Tyler wanted to confirm, "Right?"

  "Are you kidding?" Brooke slid closer on the bed to give Tyler a sideways hug, "We've stuck together this long."

  Tyler seemed reassured, "Good, because I don't want to be apart, Brooke. We can't."

  "Aw," Brooke leaned to kiss Tyler's cheek, "College is going to be great. Lesbians are a dime a dozen there, no one will give us a second glance."

  Tyler laughed, "What happens if we break-up?"

  Brooke squeezed Tyler, "Not gonna happen, baby."

  Tyler gave her a questioning glance.

  "We've been together for fifteen years," Brooke reasoned, "If we were going to break-up, we would have done it by now."

  Tyler's smile lit up her eyes.

  Brooke suddenly blurted, "Can I try licking your pussy before we go to bed?"

  Part 2

  Brooke's eyes slowly opened and it took her a moment to realize she wasn't waking up in her own bed. She was lying on her side, her hand clasped over someone else's arm, which in turn was wrapped around her mid-section. Moving herself ever so slightly, Brooke felt another body spooning hers and a soft breath fell at the back of Brooke's neck. The room was dark and silent, except for the soft hum of heated air coming out of a furnace vent. Brooke didn't want to move for fear of disturbing Tyler, so she remained still and enjoyed the luxurious feeling of being spooned by her lover in
the calm quiet.

  Tyler shifted in her sleep, tightening her arm around Brooke, and a soft sound escaped her throat. Brooke smiled, wondering if Tyler was having pleasant dreams. She imagined what it would be like to sleep with Tyler every night, sharing a bed as a couple, and found the thought pleasant.

  The clock/radio alarm beside the bed suddenly switched on, as the six o'clock hour arrived, tuned to one of the local pop stations. Tyler made a muffled moan and cuddled her face against the back of Brooke's shoulder, trying to refuse the sounds of morning.

  Brooke's voice was soft, "Good morning, baby."

  Tyler kissed Brooke's shoulder, "... mm, don't want to get up..."

  "I could get used to this," Brooke rubbed the top of Tyler's wrist, "Waking up in your arms."

  "Me too." Tyler groaned cutely, "I don't want go to school. I wanna stay in bed." She entwined one of her legs between Brooke's, beneath the covers.

  "Want to skip?" Brooke's tone was mischievous.

  "So badly," Tyler nodded against Brooke's shoulder, "But I can't. I have volleyball practice after school."

  Brooke knew better than to ask Tyler to miss volleyball, "Probably for the best; my History teacher likes to spring quizzes on Wednesdays. Shower with me?"

  Tyler smiled against Brooke's soft skin and thought of the night prior when they showered together for the first time, "Okay, but I'm not eating your pussy again. We'd be late for school."

  Both girls giggled at each other.

  Their shower was relatively uneventful, other than some light petting and a few kisses under the spraying water. After, the girls stood together wrapped in towels and shared the wide bathroom mirror as Brooke coiled her hair with a curling iron and Tyler tweezed her eyebrows.

  A voice called from upstairs, "...Tyler? Brooke? Breakfast is almost ready!"

  "Be up in a minute, Mom!" Tyler yelled.

  "Can I wear that pink top you got at the mall?" Brooke asked, setting the curling iron down next to the sink and pushing a hand through her ringlets.

  "The really tight sleeveless one?" Tyler wondered, "I dunno if your boobs will fit, but it's hanging in my closet."

  "It's okay if I spill out a bit," Brooke said, shedding her towel and moving towards the closet, "Maybe my History teacher will give me an 'A' if I sit in front."

  Tyler shook her head and smirked.

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  "Jeffrey Abram?" an aging man with a severe balding problem called out, Brooke's Homeroom teacher.

  "Here," a scruffy looking boy raised his hand.

  "Brooke Adams?" the teacher out the next name on his list.

  "Here," Brooke called, staring at her phone. "Unfortunately," she added quietly.

  The teacher continued to monotonously call out the alphabetical attendance and Brooke tuned him out, uploading a picture to her social media page; it was a shot of her and Tyler from that morning, singing in the car to their favorite song as it played on the radio.

  "Hey, Brooke," someone greeted from the left.

  Brooke glanced to see Todd Allan sitting in the desk next to hers, a fellow senior who hung with the band and drama crowd. Brooke was surprised; she couldn't remember Todd saying more than two words to her all school year. In Brooke's mind, the band and drama students were a bunch of artsy, elitist snobs who all thought they were more cultured than everyone else.

  Todd had on a pair of loose cargo pants and a black tee-shirt with the image of Beethoven on the front. Or maybe it was Mozart... Brooke couldn't tell. Todd was staring at Brooke's chest as he pushed a pair of glasses up the bridge of his nose. Brooke was crammed tightly into Tyler's sleeveless pink top and her cleavage bulged out at its plunging neck line.

  Brooke asked, "Something I can do for you, drummer-boy?"

  "Uh, I play clarinet," Todd corrected her.

  Brooke stuffed her phone into a blue jeans pocket, "Just get to the point."

  Todd cleared his throat, "Um, you and Tyler Sorenson are best friends, right?"

  "Something like that," Brooke replied disinterestedly.

  "Do you know if anyone has asked her to... um, prom?"

  "Prom?" Brooke blinked, suddenly remembering it was just over a month away.

  "Yeah," Todd nodded, "You know, the formal dance? In April?"

  "Yes, Todd," Brooke's tone was dry, "I know what prom is."

  Todd looked nervous, "So, is Tyler, uh... going?"

  Brooke took a deep breath and studied poor Todd with a scrutinizing gaze, "Do you have a crush on Tyler?"

  Todd blushed furiously, "N-no... I mean..."

  Brooke lifted her eyebrows, "You don't have a crush on her? But you want to take her to prom?"

  Todd's face wrinkled with frustration, "I was just asking, you don't have to be such a bitch."

  "Spare yourself the heartbreak, Todd." Brooke gathered her things as the Homeroom bell sounded, "You're not her type."

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  Tyler was at her locker switching books after first period. She was feeling chilly and grabbed a white cotton hoody, slipping it on over her tee shirt. Black tights clung to her athletic legs and blue Nikes adorned her feet.

  Amidst the bustle of students traveling between classes, Brooke suddenly appeared and leaned against the neighboring locker with her arms wrapped around a stack of text books, "Guess what?"

  Tyler looked at Brooke, clueless, zipping up her hoody halfway.

  "Todd Allan wants to ask you to prom."

  "Who?" Tyler's face scrunched, not recognizing the name.

  "I think he plays trumpet," Brooke shrugged, "Or something... anyways, he asked me in Homeroom if you have a date to prom yet."

  Tyler grabbed a book and cradled it in her arm, pushing her locker closed. "A trumpet player!" she smiled proudly, "I'm moving up in the world. Do you think I should hold-out for someone who plays a string instrument? Or should I just settle for Todd."

  Brooke scoffed, "Just be on the look-out for a dork in a Mozart shirt and glasses."

  "Will do. I haven't really thought about prom," Tyler mused, "Have you?"

  "Well, no one has asked me," Brooke frowned, "Which is a little depressing. You'd think with my boobs hanging out like this they'd be lining up with corsages in their hands."

  "I'm sure Rob wants to ask you," Tyler teased, feeling a twinge of jealousy as soon as she said it. She imagined Brooke going with anyone to prom and realized she didn't like the thought.

  "Oh, shit." Brooke fretted, "I still have to let him down and bail on Friday night."

  "Be gentle," Tyler advised, and then gave Brooke a quick kiss on the lips.

  Brooke immediately stiffened and didn't respond with any affection.

  Tyler immediately knew she had done something amiss. She hadn't thought about kissing Brooke, she had done it instinctually. Brooke quickly looked around to see if anyone had seen what they did or was looking at them. Tyler did the same, but no one seemed to be paying any attention.

  "I'm sorry -" Tyler whispered.

  Brooke backed away a step, "We can't do that. I mean, we shouldn't... here."

  "I know," Tyler nodded, biting her lip, "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking."

  Brooke immediately seemed distant, "I have to get to class."

  "Brooke, wait," Tyler pleaded, "Can't we talk about this?"

  "I have to get to class," Brooke repeated and hurried away.

  Tyler leaned back against the locker bank and rested the back of her head against a metal door. "Shit," she cursed, frustrated.

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  When lunch period arrived, Tyler hurried towards the cafeteria but Brooke was nowhere to be found. The two girls had always met in the hallway outside the cafeteria before lunch; it had been a daily ritual for nearly four years - the entirety of their high school careers. Tyler stood outside the cafeteria doors for a while, hoping Brooke had been delayed by something, but after a couple of minutes the hallway had emptied of students and everyone was inside having lunch.

  Tyler frowned and wandered int
o the cafeteria. Looking around, she spotted Brooke already at a table with many of their friends. Brooke had her lunch tray and was talking with several other girls, oblivious to Tyler's arrival. Tyler felt like someone had suddenly stabbed her in the gut.

  Hurrying out of the lunchroom, Tyler felt hurt and alone. Tears began welling in her eyes as she dashed down the hallway and pushed open a set of doors leading into the gymnasium. A pair of sobs escaped Tyler's throat once she was out of view and she slumped against a wall, sliding down to sit on the floor with her head cradled in her hands.

  She didn't realize someone else was in the gym.

  Rob Johnson was an African-American student and a friend to both Brooke and Tyler. As one of the few black students at Cooper, a high school in a predominantly Caucasian suburban neighborhood of Minneapolis, Rob often felt isolated. Tyler and Brooke had always been friendly to him and never treated him as someone different.

  Rob was dribbling a basketball and preparing to shoot when he heard Tyler's soft sobs. Palming his basketball he looked her way, "Tyler?"

  Tyler sniffled and wiped a hand across her face as soon as she discovered she wasn't alone, a futile attempt to hide the fact that she was crying.