When She Kisses Me (LESBIAN - Part 2)
"Wha- Cherie? - Wait- fuc- UHM!" Cherie interrupted me by shoving her mouth onto mine, all I could think of was, now would be a really bad time to have morning breath.
She stopped kissing me, "Cherie- what?" was all I managed to spit out.
"Just thanking you for yesterday." She smirked, then in a mock innocent voice said, "Unless you don't want me too?" She batted her big, brown doe eyes at me. I nearly had a nosebleed.
"Oh, fuck yeah I do." I said trying to sit up, she was sitting on top of my stomach. This was all probably a dream anyways, or some sick joke, but I was not about to pass off the opportunity.
"Not so fast, I'm always on top," she said pushing me back down. "And let's get you out of that shirt."
"O-okay, yeah." She smirked again at my nervousness.
Suddenly Kate walked in, getting a full view of Cherie on top of me taking my shirt off. Kate turned red, mumbled something and ran out; seconds later I heard the apartment door slam shut.
"What's with her," Cherie said, in a way that didn't seem like she really cared. Then she turned back to me, with an evil look in her eyes. I had to admit, this girl might look like little red riding hood but she was really the wolf. A really hot wolf.
My shirt was thrown carelessly to the floor and I felt naked, even though I still had underwear on, compared to Cherie who was fully clothed in her club outfit from yesterday. Her beautiful wavy brown hair, her pout y lips, she looked like a mixture of French and goddess.
She looked me up and down intently, I shivered under her gaze. "Wow totally flat," she muttered, squeezing my stomach. Then she leaned down, placing her soft lips on my belly and blew a raspberry. I squealed, and we both erupted into laughter. Her laugh was adorable, complete with snorts and everything.
"Kay, off with the bra." She said suddenly, her matter of fact manner threw me off. "Hurry up, I don't have all day." She said in a teasing tone.
"What, aren't you going to ask me out to dinner first?"
"Guess I'll just have to take it off myself, since you're obviously not going to comply." She started tickling me and tugging hard on my bra.
"I'll comply, I'll comply!" I shouted.
"To late girl, you had your chance."
We wrestled our way onto the floor, and I came up on top, which wasn't hard, I used to be a bad ass kick-boxer.
"Now," I said evilly, "let's take off your clothes. She fake resisted and we both had a laughing fit again before kissing feverously. She was a good kisser, with little moans and everything. Every time her fingers grazed my body or her tongue went down my throat my stomach would flutter. I was seriously luckiest lesbian ever. I didn't even notice when she unhooked my bra.
"Wow," she muttered, ogling my breasts, she reached her hand up and poked them. "Soft," she muttered to herself.
"No fair." I said turning red, I only had boy shorts on and she was still fully clothed. But she ignored my protests, and got a serious look on her face.
"We're really doing this aren't we," she said as if it had suddenly gotten all too real for her.
"Yeah, I guess we are." I was a little taken aback by her tone.
She pulled away, sitting back and staring at me. After a while she said, "I'm straight."
I didn't respond, to be serious I knew it had been too good to be true.
"I have a boyfriend." She said.
Kurt? Was she seriously doing this to me? And what really pissed me off was that she was using her dick of a booty call as her excuse.
"Don't get me wrong," she continued, "this is fun, but it's nothing more. I want to make sure you know that."
"Uh-" I managed to say.
"Look- I, uh- have to go." She said grabbing her cell.
I was too flabbergasted to say anything until she left. "Psycho, bitch." I muttered. I was hurt. I fell back on my bed not bothering to get dressed. Tears welled up in my eyes.
I must have fallen asleep because the door opening woke me up. It must be Kate, I thought, and then I remembered Cherie. "Fucking bipolar," I said aloud, my voice breaking despite myself. I put on a shirt, not bothering with a bra and went to make up with Kate.
When she saw me she murmured a quick, "Hi," and sat down on the couch watching T.V. I sat down next to her, feeling uneasy, I couldn't stand the tension. Kate started mindlessly switching through the channels.
"How were classes?" I said awkwardly, I realized that I had missed my two morning ones; Psychology and Chemistry, shit.
"Yeah, they were good." She said shortly.
"Um...Are you mad, coz I don't understand why you would be."
She snapped her head towards me and glared, catching me of guard. She looked beautiful, her dirty blond hair a mess, flushed over her high cheek bones, her thin brows arched in a scowl over her aqua colored eyes. Everything about her screamed feminine beauty, but she was totally the opposite. Of course she could be classy when she wanted to but she was a true soccer guy at heart.
"Did something maybe happen with Josh." I grimaced slightly at her boyfriend's name, major douche. I didn't know why she went for guys like him, jocks whose ultimate goal in life was to get ass. Speaking of which, Kate didn't have a bad ass herself. EW, why was I even thinking that?
"How's Cherie?" She snapped suddenly.
"Good." I said my voice suddenly breaking. She must have sensed something was wrong because her tone changed from pissed to worry.
"What happened? I mean after she finished taking your shirt off?" She looked concerned but couldn't help throwing that in my face.
I was teary eyed and told her about how Cherie had freaked out on me.
"Figures, straight girls like her just want to experiment, no strings attached. Don't worry Jen, you're a total babe, forget about Cherie, there are a ton of foxy lesbians out there how would kill to be with you. Anyways isn't it about time you stopped crushing on her and started dating again?" She paused; I knew where she was going with this. "You know...after-"
"Shut up." I growled.
She gave me a look, "Don't tell me, you still haven't gotten over Rachael."
I got up, put on the nearest jeans and stormed out, running into Josh on my way out. I was too pissed to tell him to fuck off. Even after he told me all I needed was a little of his cock and I would never look at a girl again. I couldn't believe Kate had thrown Rachael in my face. Rachael my first love, Rachael who had cheated on me, leaving me to pick up my shattered heart after she left me for some blond bimbo, I felt salty tears going down my face. Kate was supposed to be my best bud, she was supposed to make me feel better about Cherie, not remind me of my ex.
My feet robotically led me to the park, it was my sanctuary, and I curled up on one of the benches. I started feeling drowsy, "I probably have narcolepsy," I muttered before dosing off. Nothing like anger napping like some hobo on a bench to cool you off.
I woke up to someone calling my name.
"Jennifer? Wow you haven't changed a bit." My heart dropped as I recognized her voice.
It was Rachael.
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When She Kisses Me (LESBIAN)Teen Fiction
This story mainly follows the life of Jen, a college student at NYU living with her best friend, Kate. She's getting over a break up with her ex, Rachel, a chronic cheater, and is finally getting her life back on track when Rachel decides she wants...