Good Girl, Bad Girl: A Lesbian Romance

by Mia Archer

  Good Girl, Bad Girl

  Mia Archer

  Contents

  Good Girl, Bad Girl

  1. Mari

  2. Robin

  3. Mari

  4. Robin

  5. Mari

  6. Robin

  7. Mari

  8. Robin

  9. Mari

  10. Mari

  11. Robin

  12. Mari

  13. Robin

  14. Mari

  15. Robin

  16. Mari

  17. Mari

  18. Robin

  19. Robin

  20. Mari

  Epilogue

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  Good Girl, Bad Girl

  By Mia Archer

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  1

  Mari

  I shook pastor Tucker’s hand as I stepped out of the service. The organ music washed over me from the sanctuary as people streamed out and chatted with each other in small clumps. Outside through the wide doors leading out to the front steps I could see a blue sky above and white fluffy clouds floating by.

  A perfect day. A perfect Sunday. The sort of day that made you glad to be alive. The sort of day that made me feel like God was out there and loved us all.

  Even if he had made me more than a little confused lately.

  “Ready for Sunday school?”

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Well it had been a perfect day. I forced a smile on my face, though. I was supposed to be a good girl. I was supposed to be nice to everyone. That’s what Jesus would want, after all.

  I turned that smile on Alan. He leaned against one of the doors leading into the sanctuary with a smile that was probably supposed to be cool or something. Alan had a hard time pulling off cool, though.

  “Sure Alan,” I said. I glanced out the door to the perfect day beyond. “I was thinking of going over to the gas station to get a snack before we headed up there, though.”

  Alan disengaged from his spot leaning against the door. “Perfect! I’ll head over there with you!”

  I suppressed a sigh. Sighing wouldn’t be very nice. Still, sometimes it seemed like the good Lord put Alan and I in the same age group to test me. We’d been in the same Sunday school classes all our lives, and we even took confirmation classes together.

  And I couldn’t stand him now any more than I could stand him when we were little kids and he’d chase after me and yank on my hair on the church playground.

  I felt guilty every time I thought that way. I felt like I should be a better person. I also couldn’t help how I felt. I couldn’t help how he treated me, and it was never good.

  Alan held out an arm and I reluctantly took it. He was only trying to be a gentleman, after all, and my mom always told me I should be nice to a young man trying to be a gentleman. I could at least recognize the effort and take the arm he offered, even if he did use it as an excuse to get a little closer to me than was strictly proper.

  “Beautiful day, isn’t it?” he asked as we stepped out onto the sidewalk. The streets were still pretty empty so we didn’t need to worry as we stepped across to the filling station. Most people were still in church at this time of day.

  “I suppose it is,” I said, cringing as I knew what was coming next. It was the same line Alan always used.

  “Not as beautiful as you, of course,” he continued just like he always did.

  The statement hung there in an awkward silence. If he was expecting me to respond he had another thing coming. He always said that no matter what the weather was like. So far I’d been as beautiful as a blizzard and an overcast rainy day and even as beautiful as a tornado we watched off in the distance about six years ago.

  The silence was awkward, but he never go the hint.

  That guilt hit me again. Alan should’ve been perfect for me. We’d grown up together. We went to the same church. His father was the sheriff and my dad ran the bank in town. It would’ve been a storybook romance. Except for the part where I couldn’t stand him. I didn’t feel any heat with him.

  That’s not what a good Godly relationship was supposed to be about, though. At least not to hear Mrs. Meckler talk about it at Sunday school. “Find a good match based on God, not on sin” was her motto for the world. I noticed she and her husband didn’t ever seem very happy, though.

  I wondered when the last time was that she’d sinned with her husband. Probably not since Nixon was in the white house.

  I disengaged from Alan when we reached the filling station. It was time to get a snack to enjoy while listening to Mrs. Meckler drone on about all the lessons the church wanted to impart on its older students before they graduated and went out into the world.

  It always irritated her when we came back with candy and chips and breadsticks. That was part of the reason I did it every Sunday.

  I was about to step into the station when I glanced down to the end of the sidewalk and stopped in my tracks. That sinful heat I didn’t feel with Alan bloomed inside me as I saw who stood down there leaning against the filling station as though she didn’t have a care in the world.

  Robin. Not the kind of person I should be with considering she was a girl and all. Old Mrs. Meckler probably would have a heart attack if she knew the secret feelings I’d been wrestling with since all my friends started noticing boys and I’d been noticing all my friends instead.

  Damn. I wondered what she was doing out here at the filling station and not in church. Then again it wasn’t much of a surprise that she wasn’t in church. She didn’t seem like the type.

  She leaned against the wall down at the other end of the filling station with her friend John. The two of them were never far apart. At least they hadn’t been when we were all in school together. The two of them were the oddest of friends. Huge John and petite Robin with the easy smile that always had me melting where I stood.

  Yeah, John towered over Robin with his broad shoulders and a huge frame, but I only had eyes for Robin.

  It was unfair that she should make my entire body feel tingly all over. That wasn’t part of the plan. Guys like Alan were supposed to do that for me. Yeah, I was getting a dose of that sin Mrs. Meckler was always going on about, and I liked it. Robin looked over to me, blinked as she looked me up and down in a way that wasn’t proper at all, and grinned.

  That grin. I went weak in the knees. I worried I might fall to the ground right there in my dress like one of the crazy old ladies who wanted to show off just how taken they were by the Holy Spirit in the middle of a sermon.

  Falling to the ground might expose more leg than was proper, though. Why did the thought of her seeing up my dress send a fresh wave of heat running through me?

  I didn’t even know if she was into girls. Sure there were rumors, but if anything m
y interest in girls had taught me that rumors about who was and wasn’t into the same sex were hardly close to the truth considering I’d never heard a breath about me.

  Robin didn’t look like Alan. She didn’t look like any of the guys from church that my parents would approve of, though of course she was a girl so it’s not like they’d approve of her no matter what. It was how she carried herself though. Nothing like the kind of gentlemen my mom was going on about. Not even like the lady I was supposed to be.

  Slightly unkempt hair that somehow looked sexy even though she hadn’t done anything with it. Wait. Sexy? I blushed. I shouldn’t be thinking that way about anyone, let alone someone like Robin!

  Yet those thoughts had been with me for a few years now. I was starting to get used to them even if there was still a part of me that thought they were wrong, and it worried me that I was getting used to them.

  Still. That tight shirt. Those muscles. She was nice to look at even if she was totally wrong for me.

  “What’s the hold up out here?” Alan asked, the bell from the filling station door dinging as he opened the door.

  He followed my gaze and frowned when he saw Robin standing there. If anything Robin’s grin got wider and she nodded at Alan.

  “What are you doing looking at him?” Alan asked. “That guy is nothing but trouble.”

  I had a moment of confusion there. Him? Looking at him? Then I realized Robin wasn’t the only one looking over at us. No, John was staring too with a stupid grin. Looking right at me. Did he think I was looking at him?

  Alan thought I was looking at John though, so I guess he could be forgiven the mistake.

  Alan was right even if he was talking about the wrong person though. Nothing but trouble, but I was rooted to the spot. I couldn’t move. How could I move under that gaze? Those deep brown eyes. That cute button nose. The way she filled out her shirt. The way she didn’t seem to have a care in the world even though it was Sunday and she wasn’t in church.

  What was she doing here?

  Then she was walking towards me. Oh crap. She’d pulled away from the wall, said a quick word to her friend John, and she was coming over to talk to me.

  What did I do? I shouldn’t talk with her. I desperately wanted her to talk to me. Her eyes ran up and down my body and it didn’t leave me feeling all icky like after Alan did the same thing.

  What was wrong with me? Was I imagining that she was checking me out? Was that wishful thinking? If she wasn’t checking me out then why was she coming over here?

  “Alan,” Robin said, nodding to Alan.

  She turned to me and I wanted to take a step back from the power of her gaze. Her voice seemed to get deeper as she spoke the next word. “Mari.”

  “Why aren’t you in church?” I blurted out.

  Stupid! She comes over to talk to me and the only thing I can think to say is asking her why she wasn’t in church?

  “People like her don’t go to church Mari,” Alan said, staring at Robin with a not-so-thinly veiled hatred that wasn’t very nice. No, not very nice at all. Not at all like what we were taught in church. “And you shouldn’t be talking to him.”

  Alan reached out to take my arm, but I pulled away. Alan was jealous! And jealous of a girl of all things! That caused a little bit of panic to rise inside me. Could he tell that I was interested in her? Or did he see the way she looked at me and he was putting two and two together based on the rumors about her?

  Whatever the reason, it was obvious he didn’t like me talking to Robin. And I felt myself doing something that I probably shouldn’t. I moved a little closer to Robin and away from Alan.

  “I’m sorry my friend here is being so rude,” I said, though I didn’t know why I was apologizing for Alan being a jerk.

  I just wanted to be closer to Robin. I could smell some faint perfume wafting off of her and I wanted to lean up on my tiptoes and kiss her!

  Now where did that come from? Kiss her? No. I was supposed to be into guys. That was how it worked. That’s what the pastor said. I’d barely even kissed a boy before, it hadn’t done much for me, and I shouldn’t be thinking about kissing a girl! I really shouldn’t be thinking about kissing this girl!

  “No need to apologize for your friend,” Robin said, also leaning in a little closer.

  I felt dizzy. She was so pretty and so wrong. The wrong gender. The wrong kind of person for me. And as she leaned in closer it seemed Alan was getting more and more annoyed.

  I told myself I was only going along with this because it annoyed Alan, but I knew the real reason. I loved this. The attention from Robin was far better than any chance of annoying Alan.

  I shook my head. What was I thinking? This was all wrong. This was all bad. Even if I were to hypothetically go for a girl I shouldn’t go for a girl like Robin. She was constantly breaking rules at school and getting in trouble. I’m sure whatever she was doing here was trouble too, and I could get caught up in it just from talking with her.

  “We need to get going, Mari,” Alan said.

  He grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the store. The bell from the front door chimed again as Alan opened it. I let him pull me along, but I still only had eyes for Robin. It was like she was hypnotizing me with her gaze.

  “Maybe I’ll see you around, Mari,” Robin said, her voice clear and melodious and sending a chill running through me.

  I giggled. Giggled! I should’ve told her there wasn’t a chance of that happening, but I realized that I very much wanted to see her again. I’d never spoken more than a few words to her since elementary school, though I had watched her from afar and gotten a funny feeling that confused me every time I saw her and wondered if the rumors were true.

  Now all I wanted was to forget about Sunday school and Mrs. Meckler and spend time with Robin instead.

  That was dangerous thinking. That was the sort of thing Mrs. Meckler was always warning us about. I needed to get myself under control. Suddenly all those warnings in Sunday school that seemed so silly at the time about giving into “base urges” as Mrs. Meckler called them seemed deadly serious.

  Sin was out there walking in the world. Sin was made flesh in the flash of a smile from Robin that made my legs wobble and shake as I thought things that good girls shouldn’t think about other girls.

  “What are you doing, Mari?” Alan asked, pulling me away from the world of temptation on offer outside the filling station door. “That girl doesn’t have anything to offer you.”

  What Alan didn’t realize was there was so much she had to offer me. The only problem was I couldn’t very well take her up on it. Not without making a major life change that I wasn’t sure I wanted to make. A part of me was still convinced that this was all a phase I was going through and I’d figure out what I really wanted, men, soon enough.

  At least that’s how it was supposed to happen. That’s what the nice guy who’d been to therapy to change his sinful ways told us when he came to our youth group. I hadn’t dared go up and ask him any specific questions though, for fear that someone might wonder why I was asking so many questions.

  I wondered how much of that warning was Alan wanting to preserve my virtue and how much of it was because he wanted that virtue for himself. He’d certainly made what he wanted obvious enough over the years. So why was I repulsed by him when he was so right for me and drawn to Robin when everything I’d ever been taught screamed that she was so wrong for me?

  I allowed Alan to pull me back to the candy aisle, but not before sparing one last glance at Robin who stood there staring through the front door. Staring at me. Definitely looking interested.

  I was going to have to start coming here more often if there was a chance of running into her.

  2

  Robin

  I stared after Mari until she disappeared around the corner of some display in the convenience store. I kept right on staring after it was obvious she wasn’t coming back out.

  Alan probably wouldn’t let her out of the st
ore as long as he knew I was standing out here. The jerk. Always giving me trouble in school, and now that we were graduated he was still finding ways to screw with me.

  My hand clenched into a fist and I had to fight back the sudden wave of anger that washed over me. That wasn’t the way to solve this problem. Not while Mari was watching. Not out here in broad daylight where anyone could see us.

  Not with the sheriff’s son. That would bring down the sort of trouble a legitimate businesswoman like me didn’t need. Especially now that I was legally an adult and there’d be consequences beyond a short stint in juvie.

  “You going to stand there all day or are we going to do this?” John asked.

  I looked over to John and grinned. The big lug was trying to grow a beard, but the thing looked like he’d glued patches of his cat’s hair to his face. It was less manly and more scraggly than anything else. I never missed an opportunity to give him shit for it, either.

  “Hold your horses,” I said. “They’re not here yet.”

  Still, Mari wasn’t reappearing or anything. It was silly for me to stand here staring into the store like some creeper because I thought I might catch a glimpse of her. Not that I was worried about someone seeing me staring after her and starting a rumor or anything. I snorted. There were enough rumors flying around about me liking the fairer sex that I figured fuck it. Why not own it if it’s who I was?

  Mari never did reappear. I sighed and moved back over to stand next to John where the convenience store ran up against the alley where I liked to carry out all my business transactions.

  “What was that all about?” John asked. “You know you don’t have a chance with a girl like that.”

  “Thanks for the reminder, buddy,” I growled.

  John had been my best friend for as far back as I could remember. We’d grown up together and he’d even acted interested in me once upon a time before he knew I was into girls. Hell, before I knew I was into girls. Since then he was more than happy to be my wingman though. Especially since he’d discovered I was more than happy to send girls his way if it turned out they weren’t interested in yours truly.