Rob made his shot, then abandoned his basketball to approach Tyler in his baggy jeans and Minnesota Timberwolves tee shirt. "Hey, girl. You all right?"
Tyler sniffed again and exhaled a teary breath, "I'm fine."
"No you ain't," Rob knelt beside her. He inspected her, making sure she was physically okay.
"What are you doing in here?" Tyler dodged the question and wiped at her cheek again, "Why aren't you at lunch?"
"I lost my appetite," Rob answered, "Your best friend ripped my heart out this morning. I came here to shoot around; basketball always clears my head."
"I know what you mean," Tyler murmured, "This is my sanctuary, too."
Rob situated himself beside Tyler, leaning against the wall as he sat, "Yeah, I guess the gym is every athlete's temple. So, you gonna tell me about whatever drama has got you down?"
"It's complicated."
"Uh-huh," Rob nodded, "It always is. Boy trouble?"
Tyler shook her head, "Not exactly. I did something stupid and I think I scared away someone really important to me."
"Did you cheat?" Rob asked, not believing for a second Tyler was crying about anything other than romantic problems.
Tyler glanced at him, "No...?"
Rob rubbed a hand over his shaved head, "Then you didn't do nothing that can't be fixed. Trust me. A guy'll forgive anything except if you do him dirty with another guy."
"I'll keep that in mind," Tyler replied meekly.
"Hey," Rob elbowed her playfully, "Let's you and me bounce outta here. Empty gyms are depressing."
Tyler considered, "I would, but I have practice after school."
Rob stood up, "Practice ain't gonna make you any better, but pizza and skee ball might."
Tyler looked at him with a tempted expression, "I love skee ball."
Rob held out his hand, "Come on, shorty. Having a beautiful girl like you at my flank will do my wounded ego some good."
Tyler grabbed his hand and Rob pulled her up. "I'm not short," she pouted cutely.
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Biting her lip in concentration, Tyler loosened her grip around the skee ball and spun it in her fingers. Cocking her arm carefully, she let loose with a confident bowling motion. The ball rolled along the track and launched up the track's ramp, bouncing chaotically around before falling into the 100 point pocket.
"Yes!" Tyler thrust her arms up into the air triumphantly. She spun around and smiled tauntingly, "That's game, Johnson! You owe me a pizza."
"Unbelievable!" Rob lifted hands to the sides of his head in defeat, "That was the luckiest bounce I ever seen."
Tyler wagged a finger at him, "That wasn't luck, that was pure skill!"
Rob grinned broadly and wrapped a curling arm around Tyler's shoulders, "All right, all right, but I want a re-match after we eat."
Tyler leaned against him as they returned to a table filled with empty soda glasses, "Anytime, anywhere."
The two friends were at the local Dave and Busters, a bar and restaurant that featured games and arcade machines. Televisions were scattered everywhere displaying different sports broadcasts and many people filled the place from all walks of life, enjoying food and fun.
Tyler reclaimed her chair and Rob sat across from her. She glanced at her phone sitting on the table and picked it up, seeing a message had arrived.
'Where R U?!' a text from Brooke read. Tyler's face immediately sobered.
"Drama chasing after you?" Rob saw her expression.
"More or less." Tyler's thumbs typed a reply: 'D&Bs w/Rob'
She set her phone down and reached for a glass, sucking the last remnants of soda from the bottom of melting ice. "You were right," Tyler said, "I needed this."
"Me too," Rob gestured towards a server, "What's going on with your homie? She canceled on our date. Wouldn't say why, either. I thought she was into me."
The irony that Rob was also upset about Brooke wasn't lost on Tyler, "Don't get too down on yourself, hon, she's just going through some stuff."
Rob didn't seem convinced as a waiter approached. "We need another round of Coke's," Rob told him, "And a pizza." He pointed at Tyler, "Winner's choice."
Tyler bit her lip in thought, "Um, pepperoni and sausage, with olives. Oh... and onion."
"You got it," the water nodded.
"You going to be okay?" Tyler asked once they were alone.
"It's someone else," Rob presumed, "Brooke's probably hooked-up with some preppy white boy driving daddy's beamer."
"Brooke definitely doesn't have a boyfriend," Tyler assured him, "I can promise you that."
"You know Brooke better than anyone," Rob pressed, "If it ain't another guy, I'm willing to back off and let her deal with whatever. I just want to know... do I have a shot?"
Tyler, put her elbow on the table and rested her chin in a palm, "I find myself asking the same question."
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A white Ford SUV screeched to a halt in front of Dave and Busters and a furious blonde exited the vehicle. The last gasps of winter's chilly air still clung to Minnesota, but Brooke wasn't wearing a jacket and didn't care. Her breasts jiggled in Tyler's borrowed, too-tight top as she charged into the restaurant. She spotted Tyler and Rob sitting around a half-eaten pizza and stalked towards them.
Rob caught sight of her and his brow furrowed, "Brooke?!"
Brooke ignored him for the moment and leveled her gaze at a surprised Tyler. "I can't believe you!" she spat angrily, "You skip school and your practice, after telling me this morning you wouldn't skip with me, and you do it with Rob?! I waited for you at your stupid volleyball practice like an idiot so I could give you a ride home and you couldn't even send me a fucking text?!"
"Oh, don't even...!" Tyler fumed, "What about lunch? You left me standing outside the cafeteria waiting for you and then I found you sitting inside, pretending like I don't even exist! As for me being here with Rob, he's my friend, too. At least he gave a shit about me when he found me in tears crying over you!"
Rob lifted surrendering hands and suddenly didn't want any part of the feuding girls. He mistakenly thought they were fighting over him.
"How was I supposed to know where you even were?!" Brooke exclaimed, spreading her arms. "You ditched without me!"
"You wouldn't know," Tyler's brow scrunched with anger, "Especially since you just walked away after I kissed you. Do you have any idea how awful you made me feel, Brooke?"
Rob's eyes widened at the mention of a kiss.
"I freaked out," Brooke tried explaining herself, "I didn't know how to react, okay? I told you last night that this was all new to me!"
"Argh," Tyler growled, "It's not that fucking hard, Brooke. I'm either your girlfriend, or I'm not. Which is it going to be?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Rob lifted a palm trying to pause the two girls, "Girlfriend?"
Brooke finally looked at Rob. "Oh my god," she muttered and pushed an embarrassed hand through her curls
Rob gestured between them, "Aw, shit. Let me get this straight. You two are...?"
"Yes," Tyler irritably told him, "So pick your jaw up off the floor and deal with it."
"This all makes so much more sense now," Rob laughed and looked to Brooke, "You didn't ditch me because you ain't into me. You ditched me because you ain't into guys!"
"Not right now, Rob," Brooke pleaded, "Can't you see Tyler and I are in crisis mode?"
"Oh I see, all right." Rob grinned, "I see you two are on a whole 'nother level."
"Fuck this," Tyler grabbed her coat, "I'm out of here."
Brooke frowned, "Tyler...!"
But Tyler didn't seem interested in further argument and continued towards the door.
Brooke let out a heavy sigh and cast frustrated eyes towards Rob.
"Hey," he held up innocent hands, "She ain't my girlfriend. Go on, go get your girl."
Brooke lifted a threatening finger, "Not a word of this to anyone."
Rob grinned and made a zipper motion over his lips.
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br /> Tyler had made her way out of the restaurant and was walking along the strip-mall sidewalk past a Verizon store. Mounds of snow were piled on the curb from winter plowing and Tyler's hands were stuffed into her coat pockets away from the chilly March air.
Brooke came running after her. "Tyler," she called, "Tyler! I'm sorry!"
Tyler growled and stopped, allowing Brooke to catch up before turning around and seeing Brooke in nothing but a pair skinny-jeans, heeled shoes, and the tight pink top which barely contained Brooke's chest.
"I am your girlfriend," Brooke professed as soon as she reached Tyler, "But I fucked up, okay? And I'm sorry! I'm sorry I turned all 'ice-queen' on you at school, I just... this whole lesbian thing is happening really fast, you know? And I want it, I want you, I really do. But I'm also really scared of losing all our friends and of what my parents are going to do, and -"
"Brooke," Tyler had to stop her, "What the fuck are you doing out here without a jacket? It's like, thirty degrees out. You're going to freeze your boobs off."
"I know, I'm really cold," Brooke pouted, "I was so mad at you I forgot to take my coat."
Tyler rolled her eyes and took her jacket off, "Come here, silly."
Brooke turned and stuck her arms out, letting Tyler slip the jacket on her. "What about you?" Brooke worried.
"My hoody is good enough," Tyler assured her, rubbing Brooke's shoulders through the jacket to warm her with friction.
"Do you forgive me?" Brooke sounded hopeful.
"I don't mind waiting to tell our parents," Tyler took both of Brooke's hands in hers, "But at the same time I'm not going to be ashamed of us... of this. I love you, Brooke. I love the way you make me feel and I love the fact that my girlfriend is also my best friend; I mean, how great is that? And I don't give a fuck what anyone at school thinks about us. In two months we're going to graduate and none of that will matter anyway."
"You're right," Brooke nodded, "You're always right. God, I hate that about you."
Tyler laughed.
"So, you forgive me?" Brooke made puppy-dog eyes.
"Of course I do," Tyler pulled Brooke into a hug, "Let's go home."
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Brooke pulled into an empty driveway just as the sun was beginning to set, "Where are your parents?"
"Wednesday is their date night," Tyler commented, "Whatever that means. They'll be home later; do you want to hang-out for a while?"
"I want to, but I should go, before my parents start putting my picture on milk cartons. I haven't been home in two days."
"Okay," Tyler nodded understandingly.
"Hey," Brooke said, letting her car idle, "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything," Tyler looked to her.
Brooke pushed a coil of hair behind her ear, "Do you want to go to prom?"
Tyler shrugged, "I dunno."
Brooke's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean you don't know? What kind of answer is that?"
Tyler lifted her hands, "Like I said this morning, I haven't really thought about it. I guess I'll figure it out if someone asks me."
"Argh," Brooke pushed out an aggravated breath, "I'm asking you!"
Tyler blinked with realization and caught up to the conversation, "You want to go to prom? With me?"
"You're my girlfriend, aren't you? Of course I want to go with you! I mean, if you went with someone else I'd be so fucking jealous. Oh my god."
Tyler's smile was full of warmth, "Okay. I'll go to prom with you."
"Really?" Brooke leaned over between their seats and reached for Tyler.
Tyler hugged her and nodded against Brooke's shoulder, "Yes, really. But if you rent a cheap motel room and try to take advantage of me, I'll never forgive you."
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Tyler sat cross-legged on the sectional couch in her bedroom, wearing nothing but a tee shirt and a pair of underwear. The hour was late and a History book was spread out on her lap as she was reading the chapter due for class the next day. Her cell phone buzzed on the couch beside her and Tyler smiled when she saw it was Brooke. Swiping to answer she lifted the phone to her ear, "Hey."
'What are you doing?' came Brooke's voice.
"I'm reading about British tariffs prior to the Revolutionary War," Tyler replied.
'That's lame. What are you wearing?'
Tyler made a curious grin and looked down at herself, "Um, my white Guess tee-shirt and pair of blue underwear."
'I bet your legs look sexy right now.'
Extending her legs and propping her feet against a coffee table, Tyler checked out her own stems. "I guess so," she said, "I shaved them about an hour ago and put lotion on them."
'You have the sexiest legs.' Brooke sounded a little breathless through the phone. 'Whenever your legs are bare I can't help but stare at them.'
Flattered, Tyler closed her book and set it aside, "Brooke, what are you... are you...?"
'I'm touching myself thinking about you.'
Tyler laughed, "Oh my god."
'I miss you.'
"Silly girl. You just saw me like, four hours ago when you dropped me off."
'So?'
"I guess I miss you, too" Tyler bit her lip happily.
'It's going to suck sleeping alone. I loved sleeping with you last night.'
"I know," Tyler stood up and padded across the carpeted floor of her bedroom, "I liked it too."
'Talk dirty to me, Tyler. I want to cum. I want you to hear me cum.'
Tyler blushed, "Brooke, are you trying to have phone sex with me?"
'Duh. It feels so good touching myself, Tyler. And it's even better now that I have a girlfriend to share it with.'
"Oh my god," Tyler giggled embarrassedly as she moved towards her bed, "Um, I don't... I've never... I don't know what to say!"
'Right now I'm lying in my bed and I have a finger in myself. Every so often I take it out and suck it, pretending that I'm tasting your pussy.'
Tyler stretched herself out onto her bed, lying back against a plush pillow, "That's really hot. I love the way your pussy tastes."
'I wish you were here licking me. Remember when you ate me out in the shower and then kissed me? I could taste myself on your lips.'
A twinge of arousal went off between Tyler's legs, like a tuning fork, at Brooke's dirty talk. "I remember," she slid her free hand beneath her panties, "I remember sticking my tongue inside you."
'My pussy belongs to you, baby. You ate my pussy so good. I wish we could be together every night so you could eat my pussy before bed and make love to me.'
A soft moan came from Tyler's lips as she started masturbating herself, fantasizing about living with Brooke and sharing a bed, "We could eat each other out every night."
'Oh fuck yeah. We could sixty-nine and eat each other's pussies at the same time.'
"Oh, shit, you're turning me on, Brooke."
'Are you touching yourself?'
"Yes," Tyler nodded against her phone, "I'm already all wet."
'I wish I was beside you right now, sucking on one of your tits while you masturbated.'
The hem of Tyler's underwear stretched around her wrist as she pushed more of her finger into herself, "After I came, I'd want you to lick me up. Clean my pussy of all my cum."
'Oh god,' Brooke moaned loudly through the phone, 'I'd make you cum again by sucking on your clit.'
Tyler winced with pleasure and shoved the annoying panties down out of her way, letting them stretch between her trim, tanned thighs. "You're so sexy, Brooke. I love your sexy body. I wish you were here right now, so I could touch you and run my hands all over you."
'Oh fuck, I can't take it anymore. I'm coming over!'
Tyler blinked, "What?"
'I fucking need you so bad. I'll be there in two minutes. Unlock your back door.'
Tyler was of no inclination to argue, "Park across the street. Don't wake my parents!"
The phone disconnected and Tyler tossed it to the side. Brooke's house was less than three blocks away
so Tyler knew it wouldn't take long. She slid off her bed and moved to unlock the back sliding door that led directly into her room, hopping on one leg to remove her panties along the way, then she hurried into her bathroom and checked herself in the mirror. Brushing a hand through her long black hair, Tyler then cupped a hand over her mouth to test her breath. Grabbing a tube of toothpaste, she performed a quick brush and followed that up with a gargle of mouthwash. Taking a washcloth next, she ran it under steaming hot water before wiping her vagina as clean as she could get it.
The sliding glass door opened from her bedroom.
"Tyler?" Brooke whispered as loud as she dared.
Tyler appeared from the bathroom in nothing but a tee shirt. She saw Brooke was wearing a winter coat, pajama bottoms, and clunky boots. Her loose curls were tied back behind her head and Brooke wasn't wearing any make-up, though she still looked pretty.
Brooke took her jacket off and Tyler grinned when she saw Brooke was topless beneath. "I'm so horny right now," Brooke whispered, stepping out of her boots. She pushed her pajama bottoms off and wasn't wearing any underwear beneath.
Tyler stared at Brooke's soft feminine curves, "You're so sexy." She rushed to Brooke and they embraced, kissing hungrily. Tyler's hands grabbed at Brooke's butt while Brooke cupped Tyler's face. Their lips made wet smacking noises and their tongues bumped into one another, the girls tasting, licking, and sucking on each other's mouths.
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