Hush

“What are you doing!” Lilly (right) said in a panicked whisper.

“Giving you a kiss,” was Rachel’s (left) response.

“My mom is in the next room over!”

“She’s not going to hear us kiss. Now, what we did the other night...”

Mary was turning bright red as she slapped her girlfriend. “She might walk in!”

“Lock the door.”

“And face her wrath? No thanks.”

“Which would you rather: her find out you are a lesbian and have a smoking hot girlfriend or that you locked your door because you were ‘changing?’ Because I am going to kiss you.”

“Well...”

“Yes?”

“Go lock the door, smoking hot girlfriend.”

Rachel let out a quiet laugh. “What was that? I couldn't hear you.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“No your not,” she teased, pushing her face into Lilly’s cheek. “Cause you love me too much.”

They sat the laughing for several minutes before the brunette let out a whisper. “I love you.”

“I know.”

“That’s-”

“I love you too; however, I really want to kiss you, but you need to let go of me to reach the door.” Rather than that, she held on.

“On second thought, I kinda want my mom to meet my smoking hot girlfriend.”

Tease

Meet Molly, my really hot best friend. She loves taking pictures though they are mostly of herself, dog, and/or her friends (In that order). Some of them were a bit more risque for me, especially since I was a closeted lesbian. So finally after she sent me one with her only wearing panties and band aids, I decided I needed to tell her.

I was actually surprised at how understanding she was about the whole situation and apologized for making me feel uncomfortable. However, the pictures did not end. Now instead of asking “Does this make me look fat?”, “Am I cute?” , or “Don’t you love this top?” they were now “Would you bang a chick wearing this?”, “My boobs look amazing in this top, right?”, and a multitude of other things that were way more inappropriate than before.

So, once again I confronted her. Almost immediately, I regretted having this conversation at her house. All the while I was talking to her she just kept trying on new outfits and ignoring me. I was just as flustered as before and it was aggravating.

When she changed for the sixth time, I’d had enough. I stood up and left, ignoring her cries for me to come back. At school I avoided her, and I never answered her calls and texts. Even my parent’s were beginning to worry. I never once got a scandalous picture of her after that and it was relieving yet also depressing.

To be honest, SHE was the reason I realized I was gay. SHE had always been there for me. SHE was HOT, and I was in love with her. She was in love with that stupid kid on the soccer team: Jake, or something like that. It was about a month after our fallout that I finally gave in and browsed the old pictures. A some made me laugh, a few brought tears to my eyes, and many brought heat to my cheeks.

I let her image float through my mind till my eyes were to tired to hold themselves open, wishing that this whole stupid thing had never happened.

Not surprisingly, I woke alone and began my morning routine; however, in the midst of applying my makeup, I spotted movement behind me. When I spun around there was Molly, and I held myself back from pouncing her. Instead I forced out a cold “What do you want?” It wasn't very believable as I was too focused on her, especially with how low cut her shirt was.

She slipped out of her shirt, then teasingly played with her undershirt. You like what you see?” she asked. I’m sure even if I had said no she wouldn't have believed me or stopped, but instead I stood there mesmerized.

She stepped closer, having removed the undershirt, and reached her hand out. Part of me wanted to push her away, but that was only a small part. “I've always had this thing for you,” she said, as she pushed me up against the counter. “And well... I've really missed you.”

Lingerie Football League

The ref reached for his yellow flag, but hesitated. Was this really a penalty? It seemed fans on both sides were cheering, and well... it was hot. A few of the other girls looked on with mixed expressions of disgust and nonchalance; however, the guys in the stands were hollering.

Finally, he threw out the flag.

“Holding, delayment of game, and facemask,” he called at once, being met by a overwhelming amount of boos. “However, a time out was called by both teams prior to the incident.”

Thirty seconds passed and still the session continued. The ref then politely asked, forgetting the mic was still on, that the two please continue this another time. The one in white answered, “Oh yes we will.”

The fans have yet to stop talking about the game.

Speed Dating

After my friends learned I was gay, they not only accepted me -- besides Sarah -- but also made it their goal to find me someone. So when they found out their was a speed dating session for homosexuals, they signed me up instantly. Apparently it is completely anonymous, going so far as to make us sign a waver that promised to keep the identities of the people with red stickers hidden. Apparently, they could sue us otherwise, so whatever don’t rat out the red stickers. That was all fine and dandy until the next girl arrived at my table. It was my crush: Jackie, the head cheerleader. However, she had the red sticker on her shawl. She told me how her family was just a bunch of christian zealots and that was why she was still in the closet and how she first found out she was gay in church when she saw this cute girl there. All in all, we hit it off extremely well. Except that red sticker kept bothering me. I wanted to gush and gush over her, so I said something stupid. I told her to come out to her family. Then our five minutes ended with my foot in my mouth.

I mentally beat myself up for it the rest of the night, completely ignoring other attendees as I wallowed in my own stupidity. I could have gotten her number. I could have dated her in secret. I could have not been an idiot. Of course my friends wanted details the next day, but I just used the waiver as an excuse to avoid the topic. That changed, however, when I saw Jackie. She had a black eye, a line of bruises on her left side, and her eyes were red and puffy. I was an idiot and a fool, but I am no dumbass. She told her parents, and they weren’t happy. I managed to convince her to call the cops, and I offered her my shoulder. I did not expect her to instead wrap her fingers into mine before resting her head on my shoulder. Before we parted, she whispered something that made me happy, sad, and angry at myself all at the same time and then left with a smile. In my hand was a small piece of paper. Just 7 numbers.

“You know... We go to the same church.”

Too Drunk

Hey I think you've had a little too much too drink,” she said. I felt fine and was trying to get my keys back, so I could go home. Sure I may have a slight slur, but I was fine. She continued to lecture me. She sounded just like my mom. I decided she needed to be quiet.

I pulled her into a kiss, and just like I guessed she went quiet after we parted. Though now she was giving me this dumb look, like I’d done something crazy. Here she was lecturing me about the dangers of drunk driving like I was five, but I was the crazy one for kissing her.

“Did you just kiss me...?” was the first thing she managed. Since she obviously couldn't remember it, I felt it was my duty to remind her, so I kissed her again. This time I could feel her hand raise tentatively to my neck. I used this opportunity to grab my keys; however, I found it difficult to find with my eyes shut. To buy more time, I fought my tongue into her mouth, taking dominance over her tongue. Finally, I found them, but, when I went to pull for them, I felt her smirk into my kiss.

Next thing I know, she’s got control and my other hand, the one holding the key and not her waist. We pull apart for air and she gasps, “I guess I’ll have to take you home.”