"It Takes All" Alisha Fox stared at herself in the mirror and sighed. She felt like Atlas, the weight of the world on her shoulders. What a year. It was already mid-May, and Prom was just a few hours away. Soon she would be dressed and dancing, and then after that, the finals, and graduation. Alisha Fox was going to graduate. She was going to be among the class of 2005. She would truly be an independent woman, free to do whatever she wanted—maybe too free. It was all happening so fast. Where had the time gone? Had it really been that long since she first stood in front of this mirror, proud at herself for coming out to her family? Or even before that, when she was just a child, seeing this reflective glass for the first time? She groused. Of all the days for Prom to fall on. She was having her monthly period, and she wasn't in a good mood. Erica was already with Jocelyn, tittering away. Lousy bitches. Why should they be so close, anyway? Joss dumps Erica, and they stay best friends, and now she wants the girl back all of a sudden? No, no, that was her cramps talking; Alisha was happy for her sister. And it wasn't like she was going to Prom alone: she had the dark-skinned goddess Olivia Johnson as her date. By all means, she should've been happy, but she wasn't. Even if she was in perfect health, she wouldn't feel happy. It was just too much. She felt too heavy... "Sis?" A knock came at the bathroom door, Erica's patient fist. Alisha sighed. "You okay? You've been in there a long time." "...Yeah," she answered grittily. "You know how these periods are. I need some ‘me time'." Erica slowly relented and told her sister to take her time. Alisha felt exhausted and brimmed with pinching pain. Ow—ow—everything hurt. She winced. Ow. She might be better off wearing barbed wire in her panties. Ow—"Shit," she muttered. Sigh. She felt awful, but...it was Prom. She was obligated to go. She had been planning this day for three years, and though her date was different than what she originally thought (Olivia instead of Erica), she had to go through with it. It was her last chance. Bracing herself, she did what she had to do and bit the proverbial bullet. "Erica?" she called. "Could you do me a favor?" "Yeah." "Could you like lay my dress out for me? I'm coming out now." "Oh, okay. Are you feeling better?" "Not really," she said, more to herself. "But I'll live. Wouldn't wanna disappoint my girlfriend." ...... It took her about fifteen minutes to get dressed, and another ten to doll herself up. Since Olivia was attracted to redheads, Alisha kept her original copper hair color and let it hang loose, all over her shoulders. She wore a red dress with straps, but didn't put too much stock in her appearance since she didn't believe she'd wear all that stuff for long—heh-heh! When she displayed herself to her family, Erica smiled and said she looked gorgeous, her parents applauded, and even Jocelyn whistled. Now that that little debacle was over with, it was time to pick up her date. Olivia was with her friends; they had all congregated at the O'Shannon residence, girlfriends and all, and awaited for the convoy to be completed. And of course, Alisha felt her cramps the whole way there. But her arrival smoothed things out: Gabrielle and Lilian were already out, showing off their respective green and black dresses (the same things they wore for Nachtheim's formal birthday party). Usha was finished and waiting for her girlfriend; she looked beautiful in red, but dressed even more conservatively than Alisha, like she was going to one of her snooty parties and not the Prom. Olivia, Alisha learned, was still getting ready, probably chatting with Blake too. "I swear," Gabrielle sighed, "that kid can be so irritating when she forgets her medication. Yeah! She left them at her house, can you believe it? And we all know she can chat up a storm and forget where she is once she's clean." "You've been known to do the same thing, schatz," Lilian mentioned coyly. Her girlfriend grinned. "Yeah, but when I do it, it's cute." There didn't seem to be much point in chatting, so the gang was largely quiet, waiting for their poky friends. It was another ten minutes before they arrived, both of them descending the staircase at the same time, most likely a stunt coordinated for its effect. Alisha and Usha had to admit, it worked: Blake and Olivia were sizzling hot, one wearing a dark blue and the other a pure white. Alisha gave a wolf-whistle and wondered briefly if she could get away with taking both of them. "You look outrageous," she breathed upon seeing Olivia. With her glasses absent, her face was free to showcase that beautiful smile of hers, and wearing white really brought out the beauty of her dark skin. Usha gave her girlfriend a cute little hug from behind, and the whole team posed for photos before taking off. Lilian, bless her, had arranged for one of the Nachtheim's personal limos to whisk them all away, and she even helped her girlfriend inside. It felt like they were all in a fairy tale. ...... Since Miss Marbel really didn't know the first thing about throwing parties, especially for young ladies, she consorted the faculty and members of the student body. Together they threw together quite a fancy shindig, taking the entire party to a local hotel and booking an entire dance room just for the one night. Sonia herself provided the catering, and Sarah Jo the music. The theme for this year's Prom was "It Takes All", an ambiguous term that could mean whatever the guests wanted to interpret it as. Alisha, Blake, Gabrielle, Lilian, Olivia, and Usha arrived ahead of schedule, but there were already dozens of students there, dancing and congregating and nibbling at the buffet. Nobody quite felt like dancing just yet, so the girls flocked to the tables and waited for their friends. The room was mostly dim, but flashy lights of all sizes and colors gave it a fantastic, fast aura. The music was sufficient, and was mixed up to suit all kinds of tastes; the food was significantly better. "You figure they'll know where we are?!" shouted Olivia. She nearly had to yell in Blake's ear to be heard. "Yeah, I hope so! Let's keep an eye out!" The sextet hovered at the table for awhile longer, then the song changed to something up-tempo. Gabrielle started twitching, already infected by the dancing bug, and took Lilian out on the floor as smooth as silver. The remaining four looked at each other and shrugged. "There's May and Janine," Usha indicated. It was hard to see the two girls in the flickering darkness, but June Tramble's presence confirmed it. Blake balked. "I still can't believe they came here with each other!" "I find it harder to believe that Vicki got grounded!" Olivia shouted. "Imagine the nerve of her parents, keeping her away from this! Honey," she addressed to Alisha, taking her hands, "would you mind waiting a bit? I think I'll dance with June for awhile and keep her company." "Sure!" came Fox's reply. She didn't really feel like dancing anyway, what with her body acting up like that. She watched Olivia walk over, and turned around listlessly to the food, scooping up a half-sandwich. Then, gesturing to Blake and Usha, "You two go on without me. I'm gonna go have a snack." "You sure?" "Yeah, I'll be okay. I'll see if I can't get into some trouble later on." "Good luck!" Usha called out. She and Blake were soon on the floor, dancing wildly—sometimes flitting around like fairies, sometimes twisting and grinding sensually. The two were not as sexually active as they wanted to be, so this dance was a good time to make up for all that. They had both been busy; they needed time to unwind and be kids again. Kids. Alisha grunted at the thought. She was already eighteen, officially an adult. Soon she would have to grow up completely, have some responsibilities, get a job—nonsense like that. "May as well enjoy this night," she reasoned, clawing at some chips. Avelina Rohani took one look at the dance floor and beamed. "Awesome! Let's dance, Ethe!" "After you, my princess," he replied. His leg be damned; Ethan was not going to let some silly little handicap ruin his girlfriend's big night. All he had to do was look over and see Olivia and June dancing. They both knew what it was like to not have their legs function properly, and yet they were having the time of their lives. He owed this at least to his girlfriend, and so with a wince, took her and twirled her like a top. "Woo-hoo!" she squealed, whirling around mindlessly. Neither of them could dance, but hey, nobody could—not really. Avelina was just glad she was there, having fun with her boyfriend, letting all her stress seep out in the wild fast movements. It didn't matter what they did; everything was fast and brainless anyway. She bumped into a few people, sure, but it was nothing a laugh couldn't fix. "Watch where you're going, you drunk rug-cutters!" squealed Ana Lu as they ran into her. She said it jokingly, and gave the two lovebirds a hug. "So how you two doing? Everything okay in paradise?" "So far so good," came their simultaneous reply. She beamed. "Cool! Hey, looky here, Rai's actually in a dress. Who'd a-thunk it?" Ethan and Avi waved politely at Rai, who still managed to look manly even though she had a pale blue dress, makeup, and a flower in her hair. "Did you two just get here?" she asked. "Yes, the traffic was unimaginable." "I know. I wanted to rent a horse and carriage, make everything romantic, but...well, that boat passed. I hear somebody actually did that." "Oh, wow, really? Do you know who?" "Somebody I don't know," she shrugged. "Anyway, I'm glad to see you two together. I had a feeling our combined efforts wouldn't be enough to break you two up!" "Don't mention it," muttered Ethan playfully. He and Avelina both knew what Zanders was talking about, and it was all water under the bridge. "Speaking of which," he said, "I heard that Miss Renchina was here somewhere. Miss Love told us about it." "Is there anything that woman doesn't know?" muttered Rai. Ana started bouncing and dragged her over, impatient little thing, so she politely excused herself and attended to her blonde girlfriend. Ethan smiled as they left, and looked to his girlfriend, a stunning piece of art dressed in gray. Her hair had been styled and was now worn up with pins, making her look every bit the Brazilian beauty. He kissed her once and let his charming eye linger just a second longer. "Have I ever told you," he said, "that you're lovely?" "Yes, but it never gets old. Say, look." She pointed, and he turned around. Now even Ethan knew the rumors about Stanton being a school largely populated by lesbians, but here at this social gathering, he didn't expect everything to look so...well, heterosexual. There were a lot of girls dancing around with male dates. "I see it. Wonder what that means." Avelina beamed prettily. "That these girls are realizing how great you men are!" She leaned up to kiss his cheek, and guided him into another dance, this time a slow one. ...... Alisha finally got her chance with Olivia several songs later. The young beauty queen came over and offered a quiet apology, and kissed her patient girlfriend to make up for it. Alisha shrugged it off, and took Olivia to the floor, wary of her limp. Theirs was a strangely odd relationship: one slightly promiscuous, the other cautious and wary. Only recently had Olivia admitted to and embraced her sexuality, but it was more like a dam bursting than a flower blooming: she had already engaged in sex with two girls, one of them her close friend, and she felt dirty for it. Alisha certainly didn't judge her, having experienced her own fair share of odd episodes—one of them her own sister. "I have to admit, babe," she said, folding her arms around Olivia's bare neck, "I'm not feeling too well. I mean, I'm happier now than I've been in awhile, it's just...well, it's physical and chronological stuff." She paused and grimaced—"I'm having my period today." "Ugh. You sure you want to stay? We can leave if you want." "Well, it's a nice offer, but not just yet," she managed with a wink. "It'd be rude of me to ditch this place early. Besides, I've been dying to slow-dance with you." Olivia grinned and held her girlfriend close. Unfortunately, the song playing was lightning-fast, and all the guests were going all-out to keep up. "Not for awhile, it seems," she gestured. Alisha laughed at her friends—even Lilian was showing off her moves!—and turned to smooch Olivia. Sure, they could wait. It wasn't like Alisha hadn't dealt with her period before. Besides, being with Olivia made the pain go away a little. Hero and Ayanna tore up the dance floor until a slower song came up, then they traveled to the buffet table, dehydrated and out of breath. They spied Katt, dressed in gold, parading around quietly with Leena, in bronze. A lot of the teachers hung back and chatted with one another, but a few were out there with the students, sharing moments of sweet harmonious intimacy (the Headmistress was noticeably absent). The two self-proclaimed pixies refrained as well, waiting until they caught their breath before going back in. They pointed at a few couples, and like Ethan and Avelina before them, noticed just how many girls there had male dates. "Must not be the lesbian school we all figured it was," Ayanna said. Hero grinned. "Or else they could still be in the closet." "Hey, I'm the one with the dirty mind in this relationship. You're the voice of reason." "Meh," she grunted, sticking her tongue out (her lips had clip-on rings, making it that much nicer to kiss her). "I can be dirty too. Of course, I don't mind getting clean in the process." "Mm-hmm. You'll be showering alone all summer if you keep that up." "No fair," she whined. Ayanna laughed and drew her girlfriend close, staring deep into her eyes. They twisted and revolved, dancing a little right there, not caring if anybody saw them. Kathlyn Parkin, out there with Leena, clung onto the older woman tenderly, remembering the time they had danced naked together under the moonlight. Wearing such beautiful costumes made it just as erotic; being around all those people, now openly public about their relationship, made it special. It was their night; they both deserved it. And Marbel had told Kathlyn she could stay out as long as she wanted, provided she be back at her home "sometime around dinner" the next day. That certainly left her quite a window of opportunity with Leena... Meanwhile, Avelina and Ethan found their benefactor, Carlisle "the Wrench" Renchina, and stopped her to thank her for her small role in keeping them together. It was nothing, she said—anything for cute kids like them. She then introduced them to her date, an ecstatic (and perhaps high) Alexis Walker, who had paid for the whole evening as a way of settling her debt with the Wrench. "Normally I don't do girls," said Carly to the young couple, "but when one of them's in your debt, what can ya do? I just wish some guy owed me some money—then I'd be really happy!" "Oh, come on," whined X, "I'm not that bad, am I?" "I'm not even remotely gay, Walker," Carly told her. "I know it's hard to accept, but please get that through your thick skull. Nikholai, Rohani," she nodded, "a pleasure seeing you." She winked and waved farewell, leaving the two grinning. They continued slow-dancing until the song ended, then decided to check up on the third member of their party. It came as no surprise to see poor Vai just standing there like the wallflower she was, her hands folded and her face marred with boredom. "Poor girl," Avelina crooned. "It sucks that she wasn't able to get a date. Ethan, be a dear and dance with her. I don't want her going all night without someone to dance with." "What about you?" he said, ribbing her. She blanched. "Um...well, I'm saving it for later! You slow-dance with her, and I get the fun stuff. That's more your department anyway, so get to it!" He smiled sweetly and bowed. "Anything for you, fairest princess." He turned around and walked over to poor Vai, who didn't look like she was enjoying herself. She had wanted to come, certainly, but having no date meant that she went by herself. Not wanting her first real female friend to be so lonely, Avelina invited Vai to come with her and Ethan—a sweet gesture, but unless one of them went over and brought her onto the floor, she would be better off staying at home. "Hello, Vai," Ethan greeted her, bowing politely. She grinned bashfully and let the nice guy kiss her hand. Now if only this boy had a brother, a cousin, a long-lost twin or something! He asked her to dance—she accepted, naturally—and Avelina watched them with glee. She wasn't jealous at all; the woman was just a well of loving kindness, waiting for someone to dip in and drink. Their turn on the floor ended after about five minutes—a long dance! Avelina then cut in politely, took her friend's hand, and twirled with her wildly when the tempo of the dance music picked up. It was definitely one of the few happy moments Vai had as of late. ...... "Some party, huh?" said Janine to May as they backed off and watched the others dance. They were only in it for the fast songs—no slow-dancing for them that night, not yet at least. Earlier, the two girls had tentatively agreed to be each other's dates, but only because neither one had any boyfriends lined up around the corner. They also agreed not to tell anyone they were going as dates: it would only add fuel to the fire. So far, they were having fun, and treated each other more like friends than real actual dates, but the night was young and the sensual energy in the room was just starting to rise. "Right—some party. Whew! I'm hot!" "Hey, show some modesty," Janine muttered playfully. May chuckled and nudged her. "You know what I meant! ...Boy, what a night. I'm already worn out. It's sort of sad that June doesn't have a date." "I know," said Janine, eyeing her friend's twin sister. "But she doesn't seem to mind. There's not much a girl in a wheelchair can do at Prom, except sit back and socialize. Hey..." Her voice lowered, indicating she had something serious on her mind. May leaned in to hear: "Do you really think she's going to walk again one day?" "Of course. She's really started to pick up. That buddy of yours, Grissom, is like a pair of crutches to her. At first, when June told me she was gay, I was totally surprised. I mean, this is my twin sister; we hardly kept any secrets. But after everything that's happened, I'm glad she's happy. This whole thing has really put a boost on her outlook—and mine." "Oh?" Janine couldn't help but blush a little. "So...wait—you're not gay too, are you?" "No comment," May stated. Bautista chuckled and slapped her friend's back. "Well, it's not a no! So why aren't you out there keeping your little sister company?" "Because she's perfectly capable of finding her own company," May stated quietly, and it was true. June went up to several other wallflowers and managed to have a few moments with them. She even went up to Vai, who didn't have the heart to decline an offer from a handicapped girl. "Poor stupid Vicki," sighed Janine. "It's her own lousy fault she got grounded. She's missing out on such a good time." "Yeah... Hey." May ribbed her friend and pointed. Off in the distance, Janine could see Mira van Dijk and her "non-date" Rozalia Miklos walk off for a private moment together. Her eyebrows rose. "Oh. Looks like we're not the only ambiguous couple here. You really think they're..." "I'm not going to comment on that," May said. She finished her drink and took Janine by the hand, asking her to dance. The two became a little flustered when they actually went on the floor and put their arms around each other; it was a slow dance. ...... One thought was shared between the two girls as they sought privacy: neither one could believe that Miklos actually agreed to go to the Prom with Mira. Of course, they plastered the whole thing with a big "Non-date" sticker, feebly justifying their time spent together. Mira was giddy with excitement; Rozalia carried a chip of uncertainty on her shoulder. She wanted to go to Prom, this was true, and her day spent at the convention proved that Mira wasn't a complete pill, but something about all this still racked her nerves. Mira had been nice to her so far, dancing only when Rozy asked to, hanging back when she wanted to stop. And now Miklos had her by the hand, guiding her away from the noise and the populous, out into the warm mid-May evening. And then, time slowed down. They stood for awhile outside, admiring the muffled sounds of slow music and the quiet stars above. As they stood there, Mira wanting her new friend to make the first move, Miss Miklos remained silent until she felt comfortable talking. The fact that Mira had once been a bully to her, and was now infatuated with her, didn't quite escape her system even as the throbbing serenity of the evening drifted on. "Mira," Rozy spoke up, "I guess I'm glad I came here with you. I mean...uh, do you think I've been a jerk? Because sometimes I get the feeling that I've been nothing but a pain in the butt." "No, you've been pleasant," Mira replied warmly. "I like you. I like us as friends. We are friends, aren't we?" "I guess," came the lame reply. She looked over at the redheaded Dutch and forced out a grin. "Friends, huh? So you've abandoned the whole love thing?" "Well, I still have a big crush on you. But I think it would be better to be your friend first. If you really aren't comfortable with all this, then I won't go any further. I guess I'll be happy no matter what, as long as I'm with you." Rozalia couldn't help but turn red, and faltered considerably. Okay...take it easy, girl. Just because nobody has ever said that to you, that doesn't mean anything. I mean, Mira's a nice girl, right? ...When she's not teasing me or being weird, sure. Well, she's not even all that bad when she's being weird, and she has stopped making fun of you. She wants to be your friend. What if she weren't gay? Would you still want to be her friend? Rozalia knew the answer. Of course she would. "That's good," she replied at last. Then, she took a big breath, suddenly deciding to test the boundaries of this new relationship. "Hey...Mira? Can I trust you with a secret?" "Sure, sure. I am very loyal when it comes to secrets." "All right. I'm really not supposed to tell this to anyone, but...well, you won't tell, will you?" "No, of course not. ...Wait, are you going to come out?" "No, it's nothing like that," stated the young blonde. "I...look, this is really deep, so please, you can't tell anyone." Mira swore she wouldn't, on her own life, so Rozy drew a deep breath and let her little clandestine piece come out of hiding. "...My real name is Kimberly Green," she said quietly. "Rozalia is just a name I was given to protect my identity. This is something I only told my teachers; they're the only ones who are allowed to know. I'm part of the witness protection program, which is why I had to change my name. A little while before I transferred, I met up with someone who I thought I could trust, a friend I met online. ...He wasn't exactly prince charming," she muttered darkly. "I was almost raped, but I escaped unharmed. When I told my parents and the Feds...well, my mother and father blew a fuse. They disowned me right in front of the FBI and threw me out of the house." "Oh, Rozy," Mira whispered, completely stricken by this unbelievable tale. "I...I'm so sorry." "Oh, don't be; that place was stupid anyway. My parents were total perfectionist control freaks; it was like living in a cage. Anyway, the Feds moved me in with my uncle, Garver Miklos, which is where I get my new surname. I had to alter everything about me. You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but once I wore skirts and had longer hair. I have no idea if or when I'm supposed to testify against this guy—I guess when they catch him—so until then, I'm just walking on eggshells and trying to fit in with this new place. Pretty weird, no?" Mira gave Rozy a sad look, and wanted nothing more than to cuddle the girl in her arms, where she'd be safe. "I...didn't know." "Of course not," Rozy said cheerfully; "how could you? It's a secret now, so don't go telling anyone, all right? Just keep calling me Rozy and everything will be all right." "I'm not sure I can do that," Mira said, stepping closer. "Kimmy is such a cute name. It suits you." Rozy—Kimberly Green—turned red and looked away shyly. That was definitely something nobody had ever said to her before. "Thanks," she whispered. "You can call me that if you want, but only in private, okay?" Mira nodded and promised she would, then drew any closer and slowly, carefully, took Rozy's hand. "Your secret is safe with me...Kimmy." Rozalia smiled gently, and squeezed Mira's hand back. ......... Even though Prom wasn't officially over until everyone left the hotel, some groups and couples left early, either because they were tired or because they wanted to...acquaint themselves with their loved ones in a more secluded environment. And hey, the whole thing took place right in a hotel, so what could be more convenient? A lot of people had booked rooms, and one by one, they retired to these rooms, whether to nobly sleep the night away or to engage in sexual activity. Alisha and her "group" all shared one big room, the couples each bunking in one of the three beds. This made it understandably difficult to "explore" one another, but somehow, Blake and Usha managed. "Sex fiends," mumbled Olivia, who could hear their muffled cries and moans. Luckily, not all the beds were in the same area; some were at least closed off by doors. She turned to her date, who only wore a T-shirt and panties, and donned a gleam of wanting. "Not that there's anything wrong with it. You wanna..." "Honestly, yes," Alisha said. Olivia laughed and effortlessly undressed her girlfriend. All the pain Alisha Fox had felt earlier that evening quickly fled away as she melded her fair skin with Olivia's sweet silky body, and the two writhed in the joys of blissful lovemaking for quite some time. Gabrielle, for the record, fell asleep almost instantly, Lilian cuddled close by. Hero and Ayanna elected to see each other home. After all, they had already experienced enough, and didn't want to ruin the evening by tempting each other. Avelina, Ethan, and Vai all shared one small room in the hotel, with Vai on the couch. She wasn't lonely, though; she had television privileges for as long as she wished. Rai stayed over at Ana's house. Alexis and Carly, who were roommates anyway, were content to go home, and for the first time in her life, the Wrench understood what it was like to make love to another woman. "Not bad," she declared when all was said and done, "but I've had better." Alexis just poked her and curled up beside the older woman. Kathlyn and Leena...took Bernadette Marbel on her offer. What else needed to be said? Mira and Rozy shared a room, stayed up all night watching a 24-hour anime network, and went their separate ways in the morning. Mira wanted to kiss her new friend, but even she knew that Rozy—Kimmy to her—was not ready yet. A simple squeeze of the hand sufficed. As for May and Janine...well... ...... "I'm glad that's over," sighed the younger girl, plopping down on the bed. Between the two of them, they had just enough money to afford a single-bed room for one night. Having already undressed, they were now ready to settle in for the evening, though technically it was already the next day. May gave her friend a smile of agreement and plodded over to dig herself underneath the covers. "Yeah, tell me about it—oof, I'm sore." She winced and complained about how all danced-out she was...and then, a comfortable silence fell over both of them. There was nothing in that moment except the warmth of their bodies, the sweet silent intimacy, and a mixture of weariness and satisfaction. Prom hadn't been the big romantic extravaganza TV and movies made it out to be, but it certainly had been worth going. After laying there on the bed for awhile, Janine rolled over and looked at her friend. "So, May...ready for graduation and the finals?" "Smalltalk," she muttered, making it sound like a curse. Janine laughed. "Um...about as ready as a girl my age can be. What's on your mind?" Janine's smile turned shy, her eyes gleaming with secrets. "Oh, you don't want to know what's on my mind." "Yeah I do, tell me." "No...it's inappropriate." "Now you have to tell me." Janine grinned; the two were now facing each other, one eager and the other unsure. "Well...it's...this," she said, leaning over to press her lips on May's mouth. She kept them there, softly quivering, long enough to prove her point. When she withdrew, May's face looked clear and focused, maybe a little startled. "Oh," she said. This was going to take some processing. Janine touched her face tenderly, caressing the soft skin beneath the blanket of darkness. "You okay?" "Yeah, yeah," answered May, smiling. "I just...didn't think...after what we discussed, you'd... I mean, are you scared?" "I'm petrified," came the honest answer. Now she put both her hands on May's face, and added with a sparkly smile, "but I'm excited as well. May, I don't want to pretend anymore; I don't want to make all this an act. I want to be real. I want to...be like this." She kissed her again; this time the older woman reciprocated, taking Janine's hair into her fingers and clasping softly. Their tongues instinctively protruded out for a moment before flicking against one another shyly, and the embrace slowed. "Aren't you afraid of losing your identity?" "My identity sucks. I hate being this cowardly person. I hate denying the fact that I'm enjoying every minute of this. I hate how this tension drives us apart and draws us together again. I need a new identity, I need to start over. I don't know if this means I'm really a lesbian or not—I just want...to be with you." "That is so corny," chuckled May. Janine pinched her gently. "Hey, gimme a break, it's not like this was rehearsed! Besides, I'm pouring my heart out to you. The least you could do is listen." "Okay, I'm sorry sweetie." May smiled and kissed Janine's eyebrows, then her cheeks, and her nose. They gazed at each other when she was low enough to kiss those honeysuckle lips...and drew together as one, neither afraid nor shy. They sat up on the bed together, hardly daring to part from one another as they explored this new, yet familiar intimacy. Their legs came wrapping around their waists, arms holding the other woman tight, so tight that their pulses became synchronized. Now they no longer had fear or uncertainty, even when they paused just to look at each other, to smile, to caress the beautiful face before them. May lowered her head to start pecking at Janine's neck, an area she had never touched before; Bautista started to see little spots every time those flowery petals tickled her skin. The sensation of fingers fumbling for cloth came to her as May's hands dug underneath her shirt, and subtly started to pull on it. Janine raised her arms without needing any more instruction. She felt a rush of sexuality, adrenaline, and white cotton as May lifted her shirt off and discarded it, leaving her sitting in her blue panties. They looked at each other, hearts racing, understandably unsure about this path they were treading. Without hesitation, Janine took May's hands and kissed them delicately. She trailed up the woman's arms to her shoulders, then her neck, finally stopping to suckle the girl's cute, generous earlobe. "You too," she whispered huskily. May lifted her arms slowly, and within a moment their chests were bare, naked nipples smiling at one another in greeting. The two ceased their activity just to stare at the new beauty before them, and dove in carelessly to cuddle, mold, embrace, caress, and pinch their bare bosoms. Janine had May pinned down on the bed after endless ages drawled by, meshing their underwear and their breasts together in the first stages of carnal, saccharine love. She pulled down on May's underwear and exposed the woman for every honest area she had. May did the same. And after that...oh! To be continued...
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