Brooke started tugging on Tyler's tee shirt and they broke their kissing long enough for Tyler to lift her arms up so Brooke could pull it off. The tee shirt floated to the floor and Tyler's arms fell around Brooke's head, curling around her neck as they resumed their heated kissing.
"Do what you said on the phone," Brooke whispered against Tyler's mouth as Tyler was licking one of Brooke's lips, "Touch me all over."
Tyler drew her towards the bed and nudged Brooke to lay down. Brooke crawled backwards, her green eyes never leaving Tyler, until her shoulders found a pillow. Tyler absorbed Brooke's body with her gaze and bit her lip with desire.
Brooke had wonderful proportions, slender at her arms and calves while curvy around the hips and thighs. She was utterly feminine and soft-looking, with a tiny baby-fat tummy and large, pillowy C-cup breasts. Brooke shaved her bush and had a golden tan from regular visits to the tanning center. She was pretty, too, with full lips and a round nose surrounded by a heart-shaped face.
Tyler was certain she had never seen anything so beautiful. She was also certain, more than any other point in her life, that she was gay. Brooke's body aroused her. She wanted to touch Brooke's body, taste it, and make love to it. Tyler had never looked at a male and felt such sexual desires.
"You are so gorgeous," Tyler whispered, kneeling at the foot of the bed and smoothing her hands up Brooke's legs. Brooke's skin erupted with goose bumps at Tyler's touch and she spread her legs slightly. Tyler kissed the inside of Brooke's thighs, rubbing her hands up to Brooke's hips, and then briefly let her breath fall on Brooke's pussy.
Brooke whimpered, stretching her arms out to the side. But Tyler was only teasing her and kissed Brooke's tummy, her hands gliding across Brooke's sternum. Tyler kissed Brooke's adorable belly button and licked it. Brooke giggled softly, ticklish, and watched Tyler move up to her breasts. Placing her palms on the soft under-curve of Brooke's breasts, Tyler pushed up and squeezed them, kissing Brooke between her cleavage. She let her face drag against the inside of Brooke's breasts, nuzzling and cuddling her cheeks against the plush flesh.
At that point, Tyler straddled Brooke around the waist and lowered her neatly-trimmed bush to Brooke's tummy. Tyler rolled her hips, dragging her pussy against Brooke's soft skin and leaving a swath of wetness behind. Tyler leaned forward on extended arms so her face was hovering above Brooke's, her black hair dangling at the side of her head.
"Tell me you love me," Tyler murmured, rubbing her pussy on Brooke's stomach.
Brooke reached up to cup Tyler's jawline. "I love you, Tyler," she whispered. The passion in her eyes matched her words.
Tyler turned her face against one of Brooke's hands and kissed the palm. Brooke stuck her thumb into Tyler's mouth and let Tyler suck on it.
"I love you so much," Brooke whispered again.
"It turns me on when you tell me you love me," Tyler continued dragging her pussy against Brooke, up and down her abdomen, her arousal leaving a glistening wetness that looked like morning dew on Brooke's tanned skin.
"I fucking love you... god, you're turning me on," Brooke's voice cracked with desire.
Tyler smiled and lifted herself on all fours. She swung a leg around and reversed herself over Brooke so that she was facing Brooke's feet.
"Oh my god," Brooke whispered at the view between Tyler's legs. She reached for Tyler's slender hips, coaxing Tyler to lower herself onto Brooke's face.
Tyler's mouth opened when she felt Brooke's tongue enter her, but she held silent and didn't cry out for fear of being heard by her parents sleeping upstairs. Brooke pulled at Tyler's hips, licking on Tyler's pussy and dragging her tongue between Tyler's labia.
Brooke lifted her knees and spread her legs invitingly. Tyler took the bait and curled her hands under Brooke's thighs, dipping her face so that they began to sixty-nine. Brooke made a muffled gasp against Tyler's pussy when she felt Tyler start sucking on her clit. Both girls started moving their hips up and down, humping against each other's faces. Brooke reached between them and grabbed Tyler's small breasts, palming and squeezing them; Tyler's dark nipples grew stiff with arousal at Brooke's touch.
When Tyler did something that Brooke liked, like flicking her tongue against Brooke's clit, Brooke would mirror the action. Tyler did the same thing when Brooke did something she liked and soon the girls were moaning, humping, and sucking each other in rapt pleasure. Tyler was the first to orgasm, her musky cum leaking onto Brooke's face. Brooke lapped at the flavor eagerly, which triggered her own orgasm.
But neither of them relented. They continued eating each other's pussies, grinding and humping against one another. They both came again, whimpering moans escaping their throats - the sounds muffled by their pussies.
When they finally stopped, Tyler rolled to Brooke's side and lay opposite on the bed. Their faces were wet and they were both breathing heavily, the aftermath of their multiple orgasms tingling throughout their bodies. Tyler reached out blindly and found Brooke's hand, which she squeezed lovingly. Their fingers entwined and communicated the affection they felt for each other as they both recovered.
"I better get home," Brooke finally whispered.
"Yeah," Tyler stared at the ceiling. She didn't want Brooke to leave but understood that their parents would start asking questions if she stayed.
"I'm in love with you, Tyler," Brooke kept her voice quiet.
Tyler smiled and closed her eyes, letting the words echo in her mind. "I know," she finally replied, "I'm in love with you too."
"Tomorrow at school, I'm not hiding it."
Tyler squeezed Brooke's hand, "Should be interesting."
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Like any other morning, Brooke came to a stop at the curb in front of Tyler's house and honked her horn. And like any other morning, Tyler hurried out of her home with a sporty book bag slung over a shoulder. But both Tyler and Brooke knew it wouldn't be like any other morning.
The sun was out and the temperature had warmed considerably to an almost spring-like sixty degrees. Brooke's car windows were open and Tyler could hear the radio as she approached.
Tyler got into the car and leaned over to kiss Brooke, "Hey."
Brooke looked at her after the kiss, "Hey, girlfriend. You look hot."
Tyler was wearing a one-piece polyester, long-sleeved dress that covered the entirety of her torso. It hugged her figure tightly to the hips and covered little of her legs which were bare from mid-thigh down. It was dark blue, but black down the sides. Tyler's shiny leather boots were heeled and rose just below the calf; they zippered equally tight to hug her ankles. Her black hair was pulled back tightly and formed her signature ponytail.
Tyler smiled at the compliment, "I wanted to look sexy for you. You look good too, I love that outfit."
Evidently Brooke wanted to look hot as well. She had a leopard print blouse that hung low on her hips above a pair of black short-shorts and black strappy heels. The blouse was cut low and displayed a proper amount of cleavage. Her golden hair was done perfectly, coiling ringlets framing her fully made-up face.
"Thanks," Brooke pulled her car into gear, "Thank God for public schools and their lack of dress codes."
Tyler laughed and turned up the radio.
Ten minutes later, Brooke was pulling into the student parking lot. Both girls sat quietly for a moment after Brooke turned off the ignition. "Are you ready for this?" Brooke asked.
Tyler took a deep breath, "Yep."
They got out of the car and started walking towards school amidst the many other students. They were side-by-side, just like any other day, but both of them knew everything was about to change. Tyler felt Brooke's hand find hers and they laced their fingers together just like any other couple would; but they weren't like most other couples.
They were a lesbian couple.
Both of them were silent as they entered the school hand-in-hand. At first no one seemed to be paying any attention, but Tyler and Brooke were two of the most popular and attractive
girls at their high school and they were dressed to kill. People were going to look. A few students began to point at them as they walked through the crowded hallways and the girls overheard several hushed mutterings.
One student, a friend of theirs named Jenny Anderson who was one of the most popular girls at school, spotted them. "What the fuck?" she said as she approached the pair, her straight blonde hair parted down the middle of her head and falling to perfectly frame her slim shoulders..
Tyler smiled as she and Brooke paused in the hallway, "Hi, Jenny."
Jenny stared at their adjoined hands.
Brooke cleared her throat, "Nice weather, huh Jenny?"
Tyler grinned at Brooke's lame attempt at small talk and squeezed her hand tightly for support.
Jenny's expression was one of disbelief, "Um, what's up with you two? Are you guys like lesbians now, or something?"
Other students passing by began slowing down to watch the encounter.
Tyler was bold, "We're together, yeah. Do you have a problem with that?"
Jenny let out a scoffing breath, "Whatever."
Brooke tugged on Tyler's hand, "Come on, Tyler. We don't want to be late for Homeroom."
They left the crowd behind and reached Tyler's locker without any further confrontations. Tyler began working the combination open and Brooke leaned back against the locker next to it.
Brooke reached a comforting touch to Tyler's waist, her hand smoothing against the tight material of Tyler's dress. "Are you okay?" she asked.
Tyler got her locker open and hung her book bag inside, nodding. "Yeah, you?"
Brooke shrugged, "I always thought Jenny was a total bitch, anyways. Who cares what she thinks?"
Tyler smiled, "You're the best, you know that?"
"I better get to my locker," Brooke said, moving closer.
"Okay," Tyler replied softly, her lips parting expectantly, "I'll see you at lunch?"
Their faces hovered near one another's for a brief moment, each one unsure if they should do it. There were many other students around and surely they were watching after the scene with Jenny. Brooke smiled shyly, taking one of Tyler's hands in a loose grip. Tyler smiled back, their mouths a breath away.
And then they kissed; a lingering union with no small amount of passion. And everyone watched.
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Casey West quickly gathered his things when the bell rung, signaling the end of fourth period. He followed Brooke out of the History class they shared together and caught up to her in the hallway. "Brooke," he called, "Hey, Brooke!"
Brooke turned at the sound of her voice and saw Casey, the basketball team's star senior center. At 6'4" tall, Casey was hard to miss. He was of classic Scandinavian descent with fair skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
"What's up, Case?" Brooke pushed one of her golden ringlets behind an ear.
"Is it true?" Casey spoke in a deep voice, towering almost a foot taller than Brooke, "What everyone is saying?"
"Gee, I dunno," Brooke played coy, "What's churning through the gossip mill today, I wonder?"
"Everyone's talking about it," Casey told her as though Brooke didn't already know, "That you and Tyler are dating, that you've come out of the closet?"
Brooke resumed her path through the hallway as Casey walked beside her, "Well, neither of us were in any kind of closet that I'm aware of, but the rest is true. She's my girlfriend, all right."
"That's so cool," Casey proclaimed.
Brooke glanced upwards at him with a surprised expression.
"I think you guys are really brave," Casey continued, "It takes a lot of courage to do something like that."
"Thanks, Casey... that means a lot to me."
"Sure," Casey had to pivot his wide frame to avoid bumping into someone.
"I wish everyone felt the way you did," Brooke lamented, "So far this morning I've been passed a note that said 'Lesbo', Krystal Summers asked me if I was really a dyke, and some other kid I don't even know offered to pay me a hundred bucks if he could film Tyler and I doing something called 'muff-banging'. I'm going to Google that one later."
"You want me to kick anyone's ass for you?" Casey offered.
"That's sweet," Brooke was actually tempted, "Let's see how my afternoon goes and I'll get back to you."
Casey parted ways when they reached a Y in the hallway, "Hey, I'll see you later. Don't let everyone get you down."
Brooke waved at him and made a stop at her locker to deposit her things before heading towards lunch. Tyler was waiting for her outside the cafeteria doors; Brooke spotted her and trotted as fast as she could in her heels.
"Hey, girlfriend," Brooke practically bounced up to her. "I missed you."
Tyler held Brooke's hand as they made their way into the cafeteria and got in line, "I'm so glad to see you. People are being weird. How's your morning going?"
"Do you really want to know?" Brooke asked dreadfully.
Tyler frowned, "That bad, huh?"
"Other than the name-calling, the disgusting notes, and an offer to star in our very own porno, everything's been great."
"Oh god," Tyler exhaled and grabbed a plastic lunch tray when they reached the counter, "I'm sorry, Brooke. Maybe we should have been a little more subtle, this morning."
"I'm fine," Brooke assured her, taking her own tray. "Mm, chicken nugget day," she commented sarcastically, "My favorite."
They each grabbed bottles of water and Tyler paid for both of their lunches with her student ID card.
"Casey West was pretty cool," Brooke said as they carried their trays towards the cafeteria tables, "He said we were brave for coming out of the closet."
Tyler choose a large circular table that was empty, placing her tray down and setting her bag beside it, "Wait, were we ever officially in the closet?"
"That's what I said," Brooke laughed, sitting beside Tyler. "Still, he was really sweet about it."
Tyler twisted her water bottle open and set it aside. She poked at a piece of chicken on her tray and briefly wondered if it was made of rubber before taking a bite.
Brooke ignored her lunch for a moment and typed on her phone's screen.
Tyler wondered, "Do you want to go to the mall after school? We could look at prom dresses and -"
Moaning sexual noises started coming out of Brooke's phone as she stared at it with rapt interest.
Tyler glanced, "Brooke, what are you watching?"
Brooke answered casually, "I just Googled 'muff-banging'."
Tyler nearly spat up her bite of chicken, "You're looking at porn?!"
"So?" Brooke wondered what Tyler's problem was. "Some kid offered us a hundred bucks to do this for him. I wanted to know what... oh my god."
Tyler instantly slid her chair closer to see what was on Brooke's phone screen, her eyes forming a curious squint. "Oh my god," she echoed, "Are those two...?"
"That looks totally fucking hot," Brooke murmured, "We should do this."
"Brooke!" Tyler swatted her shoulder playfully.
"Well, not on camera!" Brooke clarified.
Tyler laughed and covered Brooke's phone with a palm, "Put that away before someone hears, would you?" She glanced over a shoulder to see if anyone was looking at them.
"Baby, I think our secret is out," Brooke turned off her phone's screen and set it on the table.
Tyler smiled demurely, "I like it when you call me that. 'Baby'."
"Really?" Brooke smiled at her.
Tyler nodded happily.
"Baby-baby-baby," Brooke teased.
Tyler giggled and grabbed one of Brooke's chicken nuggets, lifting it to Brooke's mouth, "Don't tease me and eat your lunch."
Brooke opened her mouth as she was fed, sucking on Tyler's finger for a brief instant. The two girls looked each other in the eyes, sharing a silent romantic moment.
"Oh, you two are just too cute," Rob interrupted them suddenly, setting his tray down across the table and sitting.
Brooke blushed at being caugh
t in their moment and Tyler quickly withdrew her finger.
"Hey, Rob," Tyler greeted the outgoing shooting guard.
"Hi, Tyler," Rob smiled, then looked to Brooke, "Hey, beautiful."
Brooke wriggled some fingers at him.
"Guess it didn't take your secret long to get out," Rob looked upwards towards the ceiling, "Please, God! Tell me that I still got a chance with Cooper High School's sexiest bitches."
Tyler laughed. She didn't mind being called a bitch, knowing a compliment when she heard one.
"Don't fuck with me," Rob flashed his pearly white grin and pointed between them, "You two are definitely together? Total girl-on-girl love?"
"Yep," Brooke teased, "We've gone totally lesbo."
Tyler snorted out her amusement. She put an arm around her partner's waist and rested her head on Brooke's shoulder.
"Well, ain't that some shit," Rob replied, eating some of his lunch. "I didn't want to believe it yesterday. But here you two are. God damn."
Brooke tilted the side of her face so it rested against the top of Tyler's head, "So, since Tyler and I are together, does that mean you're going to stop hitting on me?"
"Aw hell no," Rob waved a dismissive hand, "I'll just have to flirt with both y'all."
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