50 Shades Of Mizzy

1: Airplanes

WARNING: this book is full of girl x girl sex scenes, if you aren't into that then this isn't the book for you. This book is dedicated to my best friends. 

"Why the long face?" Lizzy whispered to me as I was sat next to her, only half focusing on the in-flight movie playing in front of us.

"Oh, it's nothing" I insisted, smiling briefly at my girlfriend. "I'm just tired."

"Liar," Lizzy scoffed, not even vaguely impressed by my attempts. "Come on, spill," she prompted, nudging me playfully with her shoulder.

"I just..." I paused, turning to face Lizzy biting down on my lip in anticipation before continuing. "I'm just not really looking forward to this whole trip," I confessed slowly.

"What? Why?" Lizzy questioned, shocked by what I'd just said.

"Well I mean, don't get me wrong, I cannot wait to give Amelia her present and to see her on her birthday... I just have the feeling that Jessica is upset with me about something?" I explained, looking to Lizzy to confirm my allegations. 

"Oh?"

"Yes..." I sighed. "Since last time we visited and stayed with her, I just feel like she's being odd around me. For example whenever you Skype her, she always becomes quiet when I come in the room." I elaborated my story, with a confused shrug. 

"Oh.." Lizzy simply nodded, looking away from me and began playing with the ring on her middle finger.

"Is that all you have you have to say on the matter?" I questioned, instantly knowing that Lizzy wasn't telling me the full story. 

"Well... the way Jessica's been acting  around you may have something to do with something I kinda told her..." Lizzy confessed, her hands moving a mile a minute in apparent attempt to try and deflect my ever growing scowl.

"Go on..." I pushed, not seeming amused and I wasn't.

"Well you know how we kinda thought that seeing as it was only us and Jess in the house it wouldn't matter if we uh... did it in her spare room because she sleeps like a log anyway?" Lizzy muttered, blushing at the memory of what we did in that bed. 

"Your thought... but please continue." I corrected.

"Whatever... well turns out even someone who sleeps as heavily as Jessica didn't sleep through your screams and uh... when she asked me about it, I kinda said it was your idea." The end of Lizzy's sentence was so rushed that I could barely understand what she was saying. 

"You little shit!" I gasped. 

"I know, I'm sorry, I panicked and..."

"Woken by MY screams?" I butted it, crossing my arms across my chest. 

"Wait, that's what you're mad about?"

"Well since you're the screamer, yeah, that's what I'm mad about," I whispered, suddenly very aware of the conversation we were having while surrounded by other passengers.

"I am not!" Lizzy gasped in horror, "you're the one who screams."

"No, I don't so how about you be quiet."

There was no way this argument was going to end anytime soon. Both of us were convinced we knew the absolute truth, and neither of us were willing to budge on our position. Luckily though, even the most crude of arguments could be solved.

"Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes," Lizzy whispered suddenly. 

"Sorry?" I replied, my eyes going wide at what I was sure Lizzy was insinuating.