Authors: Carmella Jones
Chapter 8
Ethyl
When I woke up Sunday morning, Rebecca had not made it back to the room. There was a note under the door that said she and Scott wanted to meet for lunch.
That gave me the morning to get in touch with Allison. Things were still new, but I wanted to be up front with her. When I told her that Rebecca had kissed me the night before she wasn’t happy, but she was willing to move past it if I was.
I didn’t take very long to think about it. I wasn’t willing to move past it. I was surprised, but not disappointed or upset when Rebecca kissed me. I tried to be supportive about things with her and Scott, but at the same time, I had felt a spark since I met them during move in. I wanted to be great friends with Scott, but I had my own feelings for Rebecca. Over time, as she went back and forth, trying to figure out her feelings for Scott, I had quietly tried to figure out my own feelings for her.
I was nervous about having lunch with both of them together so soon after what happened, but we couldn’t avoid each other, so the best thing to do was to go ahead and hash things out.
Their note said to meet them at the restaurant from the day before. When I arrived, they were seated and had ordered three Cokes and three waters. They were seated on opposite sides of a booth. I wasn’t sure which side I was supposed to sit on, so I pulled up a chair.
They exchanged looks and then a laugh.
“I’m sorry about last night,” Rebecca said. “I have had a lot on my mind for some time, and our kiss was the physical manifestation of a lot of mixed emotions.”
“Well, you seem better now that you are getting things out,” I said.
I looked between the two of them. They seemed calm and friendly toward each other.
“Yes, and I want you to know that I have no hard feelings toward you from last night. Also, Becca filled me in on how she’s leaned on you and talked to you since we arrived. Thanks for being there for her,” Scott said.
“So, we’re still on for our runs together and sitting together in class?” I asked him.
“Of course,” he said. “Right now I have some other things to take care of, though. You two enjoy lunch.”
A to-go bag of food was brought to our table and placed before him. He chugged the rest of his Coke and water. Then he kissed Rebecca’s forehead and my cheek and left.
“Well, you two must have worked things out last night when you didn’t come home. I think this is the most happy and relaxed I have seen you, much less the two of you together,” I observed.
“Yes, we broke up. Want to split a large nachos and a quesadilla?” she asked.
“What?” I said, choking on a swallow of water.
“Split something? I can’t decide what I want, but we could narrow down to two or three things we would both like and split it,” she said.
“I got that part, but you two actually broke up?” I said sitting back in my chair.
“Yes, I recently figured out something that he has known for a while,” she said.
I nodded.
“I was hoping you might help me figure out a bit more,” she said.
There was a look similar to the confidence she had shown when she played pool at the men’s dorm the night before.
“That’s flattering, but like I told you, I’ve kissed a lot of girls, but some boundaries I only cross when I know its love,” I said. “Or I want it to be.”
“Well, I knew I loved Scott. I wasn’t in love with him. I know that I like you. I know that even if Scott is right and I’ve always looked at girls differently, even when I didn’t know what I was looking for, you are the only one I felt close enough with to do something about it,” she replied.
That was true. She had kissed me and amicably broken up with her lifetime boyfriend.
“Did I misread our friendship? I have never kissed anyone besides Scott, but I thought you kissed me back,” she said.
Her confidence faded a bit. With this new, slightly pouty, braving-the-worst look, she was that much more appealing to me. I wanted to kiss her again.
“No, I could see us getting to be close and being like the other couples we see in our dorm, but I don’t know that the instincts you want to act on should be encouraged so quickly in your first same-sex relationship,” I replied.
“Then maybe we can just spend time together and see what happens,” she replied.
So we did.
Chapter 9
Rebecca
Ethyl moved her seat back to the table it came from and sat in the booth on the seat across from me. We talked and laughed over our meal much like I had on dates with Scott. The difference was I found myself thinking about the kiss from the night before and if she might kiss me when we went back to our dorm.
After we ate, we walked around the plaza. After our fingertips grazed a few times, she held my hand. I stopped and looked down at our fingers laced together. My hands were delicate with chipped nail polish. Hers were womanly, but strong. We held loosely at first, but eventually as we walked each of our clasps became more snug, but natural.
We did kiss. We kissed trying on clothes, during a movie, and back at our dorms.
“I really don’t think you need to rush. You just came to terms with your sexuality,” Ethyl said.
We had been making out on my bed since we returned to our room.
“I know, but in a weird way, I feel like even as quickly as this is all happening, it is right. I feel like I have closure with Scott and I want to dive into things with you with both feet,” I replied.
I kissed Ethyl again. Each kiss felt more and more perfect. I could tell she felt it, too.
“Yeah, but to break up last night and have someone new today? To not want to make the virginal leap with him over years and feel ready with me immediately?” Ethyl asked.
“I don’t know. I can’t explain. I feel like now that I’ve unshackled this part of myself, I need to just experience life as it comes to me. I’ve maintained my virginity because I was waiting for a spark. Not something between me and a man, a spark in myself. A spark I only felt for a few women. I want this and I want it with you. Think of it as educating me. You’ve done well so far,” I teased.
I hoped it worked.
Ethyl looked at me. She looked like she was having her own internal debate.
“Well, I’ll take it easy on you this first time,” she said. “After that, I can’t make any promises.”
She leaned in and kissed me again, this time soft and slow. As she did, she eased me back on the bed and slid a careful hand up my inner thigh.
I wasn’t sure where to put my hands and didn’t want to be awkward, so I followed her lead.
“Do whatever comes naturally to your body. If you want to slow down, speed up, or stop, it’s fine. The most important thing about sex is two partners who can listen to their own bodies and each other’s,” she whispered between kisses.
I kissed her back, nodding. Her fingers were under my dress and rubbing outside my underwear. I put my arms around her and ran my fingers through her hair. Her lips were softer than Scott’s. She tasted sweet, like fruity Burt’s Bees.
As her fingertips danced their way inside me I immediately felt myself open and wet for her. Scott always received more of a clenching response, though we had only played this way a few times. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it and felt more assured that this moment was what I wanted.
I moved my body back and forth on Ethyl’s hand as she slid another finger with the first two. She played deep and kissed the low collar line of my dress. My hands worked the buttons of her blouse until she stood and removed it. As she lay back down with me, she unzipped my dress as we kissed. I wiggled out of it without leaving the bed.
I was in my underclothes and took off her jeans to even our playing field. My lacy bra and bikini-cut underwear flattered my hippy figure. Her athletic body was complemented by her sports bra and boy shorts. She had more curves than her usual workout wear or jeans and t-shirt would lead one to imagine.
She kissed me a few minutes more as she returned her hands to their previous work.
“Could I?” I asked.
I gestured the rest of my question. I thought I should be doing the same to her.
“This time, you just enjoy,” she said.
She placed her hands on the outsides of my hips and began to kiss her way down my body. Her touch and kiss to my breast was different than Scott’s. She knew what made me feel good. She knew just how to lick, massage, and squeeze to turn my nipples into tiny mountain peaks.
She moaned at her handiwork and the squirming that she had begun in me. Then, she stood one moment more to remove the last of her garments. As she kneeled back on the bed, she slid down my underwear, the last of my own clothing.
She kissed and licked up and down, back and forth, from one thigh to the other. All the while, she worked he fingers steadily, keeping me rocking and moving in her rhythm.
Just as I started to pant and moan steadily, she gave me a quick kiss between my legs. I arched from the pure surprise.
She looked up from between my legs.
“Relax. I’m going to take it easy on you,” Ethyl said again.
This time, her seductive smile was for me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. After a moment I felt her breath in close again. She spread my legs slightly wider, then kissed the same place again. She kissed with a small suckle. Then she licked her tongue in one long stroke from the top to the bottom of me and back again.
I felt my hands clutch at the sheet beside me. My hips rolled a bit, then shifted down more onto her face. I was ready for wherever this would lead.
She sat back for a moment and I heard her take a breath. Then, it felt as if she were making out intensely with every inch that her tongue could touch or reach. She was right, my body knew what to do when the time was right. I writhed and wriggled and grinded. She kissed and licked and sucked.
Then she sat back and scooted her body to mine with our legs and pelvises entwined. I continued the motions I had already begun and she returned them with better experience. I made the bed and sheets around us a wet mess and she only moved her body into mine more.
The rest of our night continued this way.
Chapter 10
Ethyl
Over the next few weeks things began to feel like before with Rebecca, Scott, and me, but better. Scott started talking about a girl or two from classes that he was thinking of inviting out.
“Would I approve of either of these girls?” Rebecca asked.
“Better yet, would I approve of these girls?” I asked.
We all laughed.
“I hope so, but then again I may be better off not introducing any of you,” he said.
We all laughed harder. Scott noticed a girl passing by and we all looked at her for a moment. We laughed again.
“Scott, seeing as you’re the only one on the market I guess you have dibs,” I said.
“We can be your wing women,” Rebecca added with a smile.
“I think I can handle this one on my own. You two shouldn’t be looking anyway. You have each other,” he said, teasing.
He left to introduce himself to his next potential girlfriend. We watched and smiled when we saw his apparent success. She seemed to be putting her number in his phone. They talked a moment more. He winked back at us over his shoulder as he walked his new friend to her destination, or closer to it and farther from us.
When I looked back at Rebecca, she looked troubled again, but not as much as when I first met her.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Well, I never thought about him dating someone else too,” she said.
“And?” I asked.
She brightened, “I know she will be great.”
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