For a while, the silence persisted, but finally the door opened and Christina was standing in front of me with a dreadful look on her face.
“You promise it won’t change?” she asked hopefully.
“I promise,” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat as I waited for her to tell me what was bothering her.
Christina took a deep breath. “Remember when you saw me with Greg? When I turned him down?”
“I remember.”
“The reason I did that is because… because I didn’t like him.”
“Obviously.”
“It’s not just Greg,” she said, slowly shaking her head. “I don’t like any boy. I’m just like you.”
I frowned at her. “Chris, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t like guys because you’ve been hurt by one,” she said, taking a deep breath. “I don’t like guys because… well… shit, Janet … I like girls.”
Wow. I wasn’t expecting that. I muttered, “You do?”
“I do,” she said with big tears I her eyes. “And to make matters worse, I think I’ve fallen in love… with you.”
All I could do was blink at her. I was either stupid or blind or both. How the heck could I have missed something like this?
“Chris, I…”
She waved a hand to shut me up. “I know, it’s stupid. I’m way out of line. You’re my best friend, Jan, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship. That’s why I was staying away from you. I was hoping I could force feelings go away. But I don’t think I can. So I decided I’d go away instead.”
I was still confused. I put a hand to my chest, over my heart. “You’re in love with me?”
“I’m sorry. You’re just really amazing.” Christina said with a defeated sigh. She plopped down on the edge of the bed and stared down at her feet. “You hate me now, don’t you?”
It was my turn to be silent, shocked by her confession and at the same time, wondering how to respond.
It was shocking, yes, but I didn’t find the fact that she liked me in that sense repulsive at all. In fact… it was… oddly… flattering… and more than a little… exciting.
So how did I feel then?
Did I like her that way, too?
I didn’t know.
This was all so new to me.
I knew one thing, though.
I didn’t hate Christina anymore.
I loved her.
And I didn’t want to lose her.
I sat next to her on the bed and took her hand. “Have you been with another girl before?”
“Just once,” she said, lacing her fingers into mine. She glanced sideways at me. “But she wasn’t nearly as amazing as you.”
I smiled at her. “I don’t know if I can… you know… be with another girl.”
Christina nodded and lowered her eyes. “I understand.”
“No, you don’t,” I said. “I’m willing to learn. So… kiss me.”
Her eyes shot up to meet mine. “What?”
“Kiss me,” I repeated, leaning in.
At first, Christina did nothing. She just looked at me as if I was crazy, then she leaned in and did as I asked. She pressed her soft, warm lips into mine.
Our lips parted and I felt her tongue searching for mine, hot and wet. Our tongues mingled, sending a buzz through my veins.
Then Christina stopped kissing me and pulled back. The look in her eyes told me she wanted to do more.
“Go on,” I urged in a whisper, leaning back on the bed. I could feel my panties getting wet. I took it as a good sign…
Christina heightened the buzz of excitement in my body as she kissed my neck and cupped my breasts. Then she kissed my breasts reverently over my t-shirt and dipped her hand between my legs, stroking gently the crotch of my gym shorts.
I gasped, trembled. I was no virgin, but somehow, with Christina, I felt like one.
I felt scared, but also excited and eager.
I wanted more.
She tugged my t-shirt over my head and I quickly wiggled out of the sports bra. She gently slid off my gym shorts and panties, then let her fingers trail down over my stomach and to my pussy, which I kept shaved because I was always in a swim suit.
She easily found my clit with her thumb. She stroked it, making me shiver as I clung to her. Then she moved her hand even lower, two fingers slowly entering me.
She slid her fingers in and out in a steady rhythm. Her lips found my nipple and she sucked on it like a hungry baby.
I was so wet, I knew I was drenching the spread beneath me. She didn’t seem to care. She kept the motion going, gently nipping at my nipple with her teeth.
I closed my eyes and savored the sensation, feeling it for the first time. It threatened to overwhelm me and I finally let it, surrendering my body to the spasms that rocked me and letting my voice out in moans.
When it was over, I looked at Christina, seeing only warmth in her eyes. She planted a kiss on my forehead then placed her arms around me, holding me tight.
“That was you?” I asked as I remembered the kiss in my dream. “You kissed me on neck and told me you loved me.”
She gave me a puzzled look. “You felt it?”
I nodded. “I thought it was just a dream, but I felt happy.”
“How do you feel now?” she asked.
“Happy,” I confessed. “I think I want to give this a try.”
“You do?” Christina’s blue eyes grew wide.
I nodded.
“You’re weird, you know.”
“Well, I am going to be a scientist,” I told her.
“Are you sure, Janet?” she asked again.
“I am. You’ll just have to be patient with me. Show me what you like.”
“I can do that,” she said, leaning in for a kiss.
I was still afraid, but I was willing to take a chance, to go with the flow and find out where it led.
What did I have to lose?
I had already given up on men.
I might as well try it with a girl.
And not just any girl.
My best friend.
Maybe, just maybe, there was a reason why she came to my school and my swim team.
Maybe some unseen force pushed her into that dolphin pool so I could jump in with her and we could form a special bond.
We were so much alike in so many ways.
Maybe we were meant to be best friends.
And maybe so much more.
There was only one way to find out.
THE END
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CUTIE
PIE
An Erotic Romance
By
Cassandra Cole
CHAPTER ONE
Kristen Price looked up at the tall brick building in front of her. The massive structure made her heart beat a little faster. She wondered if she was ready for this, for a life so different than her own. For a moment she considered turning around and running back to Mt. Pleasant, Iowa, where things were small and quiet. However, as suddenly as the thought entered her mind, she pushed it out.
Leaving Mt. Pleasant was a feat very few accomplished. Families stayed rooted in their farms for generations, but life in that picture perfect, never changing, country sameness was the polar opposite of her dreams. Kris wanted adventure, progress and, above all, freedom. She wanted to actually live her life instead of just going through the motions.
From a young age Kris decided she would be one of the lucky few who left to never return. She would find her dreams even if that meant facing the scary reality of New York City.
“You can do this,” she whispered to herself and took a long, deep breath filling her lungs with the heavy air of a real city. She pulled the strap of her backpack higher on her shoulder and, with a confident stride, climbed the steps of the NYU dorm building she was about to call home.
Ins
ide were tables set up with lists, folders and strange keys. Annoyed looking staff sat behind them, trying to do their jobs, as a sea of people ran around and shouted names. Kris took her place in line and watched with petrified fascination the chaos around her. After a few moments, a plump woman behind one of the tables raised her hand and called, “Next.”
Kris tucked a piece of her long auburn hair behind her ear and held tightly to her bag as she walked toward the table. Next to her a boy tripped on his own shoelaces and fell to the floor, dropping his keys and orientation papers to the floor. Kris tried to walk around him and not step in his stuff as she approached the table.
“Hello. Welcome to NYU,” the woman greeted with a smile. “May I see your id, please?”
Kris only noticed her hands were shaking when she placed her id on the table. The upperclassman handing out keys, a young woman just a few years older than Kris gave her a sympathetic smile reached out to touch her wrist.
“I know how you feel. Everything seems scary and messy right now, but it gets better. I promise. You just hang in there, girl.”
Kris smiled back at the woman. “Thanks. I’ll try.”
The woman pulled her hand back and fumbled with some papers until she found the things belonging to Kris. She handed the orientation papers and the directions to Kris’s room, and wished her good luck with everything.
As Kris made her way through the crowded hallway and into the packed elevator, she felt a bit more relaxed and reassured. When the doors opened on the fourth floor she wiggled her way out of the crammed steel cage and stepped out into the hall, dodging a red haired girl who ran towards her yelling for someone to hold the door.
Hers was the first door to the right. She stood in front of it for a second and smiled. An amazing mix of happiness and anxiety flowed through her as she brought the key to the lock. Kris turned her wrist, but when the key wouldn’t turn the happiness seeped out of her, leaving only an unreal amount of anxiety. Kris licked her lips and took a deep, focusing breath. She pulled the key out and tried again. Still no luck.
She pulled the key out and inspected both, key and lock. They were unlike any key and lock she’d ever seen before, but that was no reason why they shouldn’t work properly. She tossed the frustrating key to the floor and fumbled through her papers, checking everything from the room number to any possible instructions on how to work the key. Much to her annoyance, she found nothing to help her.
A groan bubbled up from her throat as her forehead hit the door. She closed her eyes to avoid the tears that were threatening to form to spill out. From her left, someone cleared their throat.
She jumped and turned, wide-eyed. The person standing behind her was a tall girl who seemed to be about her age. Her hair and eyebrows were dyed bright purple, as was her hair. She had pierced eyebrows and bright blue eyes. The combination offset her pale skin beautifully. A wide smile broke across the girl’s lips and Kris had to remind herself how to breathe. In, out. Inhale, exhale.
“Never used a keyfob before?” The girl asked while staring at the discarded key by Kris’ feet.
Kris’ brows pulled together at the strange word. “A what?”
“Keyfob. It’s an electronic key.”
“An electronic key?”
“Yeah. You line the lights on the key up with the lights on the door.” “That’s what unlocks it.” The girl bent over, picked up the key and placed it upside down in the lock. There was a clicking noise from the deadbolt and the purple haired girl pushed the door open. “See? Easy as pie.”
“Yeah,” Kris replied, but the word came out as a high pitched squeak that was almost painful.
One pierced, purple brow rose at the sound and Kris could bet that the other girl’s lips quivered. She wanted to close her eyes and escape somewhere far, far away, but she didn’t, instead she offered a relieved smile. “Thanks. Where I come from keys are just keys, not Christmas ornaments.”
The other girl chuckled and walked into the room without waiting for an invitation. Kris followed her in and watched as she stood surveying the room. The girl brought her gaze around to Kris’ face. She smiled and said, “I figured as much. You looked a little lost, cutie pie.”
Kris couldn’t tell if the girl was being condescending or playful. The only other person to ever call her cutie pie was her grandfather, so she decided to give the girl the benefit of the doubt. God, the last thing she needed was to get into an argument with some strange girl her first day at school.
“I do feel a little lost,” Kris said. “But I’m pretty sure that this is my room.”
The purple, pierced brow arched again. “Are you Kristen Price?”
“I am. Wait, how do you know my name?”
The girl pulled out a sheet from her orientation packet and showed it to Kris. “Isadora Ryman,” Kris read the name written between her dorm room number and her own name.
“You’re my…”
“Yep. Nice to meet you, roommate.” Isadora’s blue eyes beamed as her lips parted in yet another face splitting smile. “Call me Izzy.”
Kris held out her hand to shake just like her father had taught her to do, but to her surprise, Izzy wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her in for a hug.
She gave Kris a quick peck on the cheek and said, “Welcome to the big city, cutie pie!”
CHAPTER TWO
Kris was wide-eyed and unsure what to do, so she wrapped her arms around Izzy and laughed nervously. Kris couldn’t help but notice how much she liked the softness and the warmth of Izzy’s body against hers. There was a sense of comfort there that she’d never experienced before. She tightened her arms, pulling her roommate even closer and all but melting their bodies together.
She took a deep breath and her nostrils filled with the sweet scent of vanilla. She wondered how someone who looked so unique could have such a common perfume, and also how such a common scent could be so unique. It was a mystery that thrilled Kris and made her smile.
When they finally released their hold on each other, both girls smiled. Izzy said something about needing to finish her paperwork and skipped out the door and down the hallway, leaving Kris to stand with her mouth hanging open, wondering what the heck just happened.
Without Izzy’s colorful presence in the room, Kris noticed how bland the space actually was. Although she didn’t expect anything fancy, she had expected something more than white walls, cheap particle board furniture and the strange, musty smell that reminded her of her grandma.
The one good thing about the room was the large window that bathed the room in light. She immediately went over and threw it open. She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the soft breeze that wafted in.
* * *
“Thank god the windows open!” Izzy said, coming back through the door dragging a large, old fashioned suitcase behind her. “This place smelled like feet.”
Kris chuckled at the comment and pointed at the large suitcase Izzy was now struggling to get it up on her bed. Kris asked, “Do you want some help with that?”
“Nah, I got it,” Izzy replied with a shake of her head, which created a fascinating purple cloud around her pretty face. Kris wasn’t sure why, but Izzy fascinated her to no end. And she found herself gawking at Izzy as if she’d never seen a girl with purple hair before… which she hadn’t. Still, she didn’t want to seem rude. She quickly averted her eyes and retrieved her own luggage from the hallway.
She rolled her suitcase towards her bed, and stood frozen in shock as she inspected the mattress. She pressed a hand into the small, plastic covered mattress and winced when it crackled beneath her fingertips. She shuddered and pulled her hand away.
“This looks like a prison mattress,” she said.
Izzy looked back over her shoulder. “Have you ever been to prison?”
Kris’s cheeks blushed as she laid her suitcase on the floor and removed a set of yellow sheets from inside. “No, but I imagine this is what their mattresses look and feel like. It’s disgu
sting.”
Izzy laughed as she threw a pile of mismatched blankets, sheets and pillows over her bed. After very little straightening up she hopped onto the bed, making the mattress crackle under her weight. She leaned back with her hands behind her head. “So, exactly what were you expecting? One of those fancy beds with the different firmness settings?”
“I don’t know what I was expecting,” Kris said, shoulders shrugging. “A real bed, maybe? I mean, my folks are paying an arm and a leg for me to be here, you think they could at least give me a decent place to sleep!”
Another laugh came from the purple haired girl across the room. This laugh was less playful. “Careful what you wish for, cutie pie. If you had a real mattress there would be a lot of piss, vomit and unspeakable body fluids mashed into it.”
Kris frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Have you never stayed in a hotel? You think they change those mattresses every time a guest leaves? You think this place replaces the mattresses every year?” She made a disgusted face. “They might sanitize the plastic cover, but that’s probably it.”
Kris took a quick step back from her bed, as if the mattress was suddenly covered in blood and guts. “Oh god, that’s disgusting.”
“You really aren’t from around here, are you?” Izzy asked as Kris took a deep breath and returned to spreading the sheet over the mattress. Kris shook her head. “And I’m guessing you aren’t from a college town either.”
Kris stopped tucking the sheet and frowned at her. Was it that obvious that she was a hick girl from a hick town who just took the bus to the city and was scared to death? She suddenly felt naked, vulnerable, alone. She wrapped her arms around herself and asked. “How do you know?”
“Well… You have the cutest little country girl accent, look absolutely adorable in your high school volleyball t-shirt, and you expect an awful lot from your college.”
Kris chuckled and sat on the bed to look at Izzy. She suddenly felt very foolish, yet she also felt a connection with Izzy that again, she couldn’t explain. It was as if the girl with the purple hair could see right into her soul.
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