Heather actually chuckled. “That was one of my better tirades, wasn’t it? But I may have been a bit harsh. I decided to give it another try.”
Alice smiled. “The question is, are you backing out? Please, I’m not looking to start another fight. If you say that you’re going to go through with it, I’ll believe you. But remember, it means so much to her that you at least give it a try.”
Heather sighed. “I . . . I’m going to do it. I’m just not sure when. I still get stage fright when I sing in the shower for Christ’s sake. And she keeps fucking pushing me! And a coffee bar? Puh-lease!”
“That’s a pretty silly argument there,” Alice said. “A coffee place is as good as any other. And since when did you object to coffee? Okay, maybe she’s being a little pushy, but it’s only because she cares about you and wants to see you get back on the horse.”
“There you go with the hose analogies again. No more trips to the farm for you.”
“Just try and stop me.” Alice had finished cleaning and bandaging Heather’s head. She was a little worried about the girl going to sleep like that, but she figured that it probably wasn’t a concussion.
“I just need some time to cool off. Hopefully she’ll come to her senses,” muttered Heather. She looked over at Alice nervously. “But . . . do you think you could . . .”
“I’ll go check on her tomorrow.” That seemed to alleviate a lot of the concern from Heather’s eyes. ‘Oh yeah,’ Alice thought. ‘She’s still head over heels for the girl. Just too stubborn to admit it.’
“Thanks. I guess we’d better get some sleep.”
Alice slept fitfully that night. She was worried about her friends and their relationship. She knew she shouldn’t be. The two girls were too smitten with one another to let something like this split them apart. But she still worried.
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The Next Day . . .
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Alice swung by Laurie’s sorority house the next morning after her only Friday class let out. Laurie was sitting in her room, which was decorated mostly in pink. Alice smiled. No wonder Heather never came over here. But the blonde beauty was sitting in the middle of her bed, clutching a teddy bear and still recovering from the ravages of a crying fit.
“Hey,” said Alice.
“Hey (sniff).”
“Just came over to see how you were doing?” Alice was incredibly nervous about this. She wasn’t use to getting involved in things. She wasn’t even used to being noticed.
“I’m fine,” Laurie whimpered in a tone that convinced no one.
“Well then I guess I’ll just get going . . .”
“No!” Laurie shouted, then looked sheepish. “I’m not fine. I suck.”
Alice sat next to her on the bed and gingerly wrapped an arm around the taller girl’s shoulders. “Now that’s my girl. Now, tell me what happened.”
“Didn’t Heather already tell you?”
“She told me her story. There’s two sides to every one.”
Laurie just broke down and spilled everything. She talked a lot about Heather trying to back out of her promise. But she also complained about the “women’s lit” group that her girlfriend was going to. It was the same group of people that had bitched about Heather’s choice of companionship, and Laurie was scared that Heather was more concerned with winning back their favor than keeping Laurie’s. She thought Heather was going to break her promise to Laurie so she could win back the acceptance of a bunch of girls that hated the blonde girl. And Heather had, inadvertently, said that she was being just plain stupid. ‘Ouch,’ thought Alice. ‘Heather should know better than that.’
“I don’t want to be her dirty little secret. I want to be her girlfriend.” And then she started to cry again.
Alice was hopelessly out of her element. She just let her friend cry as she tried to think of something soothing to say. “Laurie . . . I’m sorry if this doesn’t come out right. But you knew it was going to take some work. Heather is a little . . . difficult. But you are her girlfriend. You’re going to be her girlfriend for a long time. I just know it. I know for a fact that her first concern when you left was if you were going to be okay.”
Laurie grabbed a tissue and blew her nose. “Really?”
Alice tried a reassuring smile. “Really. Maybe you both should just take a day or so to calm down. She still cares, but she’s a stubborn girl. You know that better than anyone.”
A shy smile danced across Laurie’s face, which was beginning to return to its normal, angelic state. “But what about tonight? We were all going to go out tonight.”
“Don’t worry about it. You need some time to think things over. I’m sure everything will be better by next weekend.” Alice gasped as Laurie caught her in a big hug.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Alice was very proud of herself as she left Laurie’s room. She found herself wishing she could find someone . . . someone who she would be able to fall for, argue with and then get back together with. She decided to do something that she’d been terrified of doing. She was going to go out by herself that night, and maybe see if she could meet someone. Normally, both Heather and Laurie were with her, fending off unwelcome advances and acting as her protectors. But as she was about to find out, sometimes a little confidence was a dangerous thing.
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Later that evening . . .
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She was sitting in a corner booth at O’Malley’s, an Americana restaurant that the three friends had come to love. The food was good, the atmosphere lively and the karaoke was usually God-awful. They had started coming here on Saturday nights and made fun of the horrible noises emitted by people who thought they could sing, and by some who acknowledged they couldn’t. It wasn’t as much fun that evening. ‘Maybe it’s because I’m here on Friday,’ she thought, but the excuse didn’t stick. Alice realized how much she had come to depend on her friends to entertain her. She had listened to the bad songs, ate the greasy but yummy bacon-cheese fries, and looked around. But no one was looking back. She was just getting ready to leave when someone sat down at table.
The girl was incredibly pretty. She was a little taller than Alice, with thick, luscious red lips and matching red hair. Her skin was pristine and her eyes were a rich green. She was wearing an olive green shirt tied above the midriff and matching cargo pants and she exuded a sense of sexuality.
“Hey sugar,” the girl practically purred. “Name’s Jamie. What’s a sweet lookin’ thing like you doing sitting here all alone?”
Alice blushed. “I was just leaving.”
“Meeting someone?”
“No.”
“You can’t be calling it a night already? The evening is still young, and so are we!”
‘Even the way she sucks on that straw is sexy!’ thought Alice. The next hour went by quickly. Jamie poured compliments on Alice, who was soaking them up like a sponge. The redhead had her blushing from head to toe. She talked about how her love life had been in a dry spell, and how Alice was the first girl she’d seen in a while that made her want to ‘wet her whistle,’ so to speak.
“Hey, wanna come back to my place for a bit? Chat for a while?” She apparently saw the nervousness on Alice’s face. “Don’t worry. I won’t bite unless you ask me to!”
“Sure,” Alice said. She was worried that she might be moving a little fast. But hey, she had only known Michelle for a day before she was having her first lesbian encounter with the muscular woman. What could happen?
Jamie apparently lived right around the corner from the restaurant. Even though still a bit uneasy, Alice was proud of herself for taking such a bold step on her own. She was sitting on the couch, sipping a Coke. Jamie sat down very close to her, curling her legs up on the sofa and looking as sexy as can be. They were talking about something, but Alice’s head wasn’t in it. Jamie was looking at her like with a very intense stare. She reached over and brushed some hair from Alice’s face, then caressed her cheek. That delicate touch made Alice’s whole body shudder. Then that hand traced its way down her neck and towards her . . .
“Wait,” she said. “Slow down. Sorry, I’m just not used to . . .”
“What,” Jamie said coyly as she untied the knot in her shirt, exposing her firm breasts and flat tummy, “don’t find me attractive?”
Alice took a deep breath and swallowed. “God you’re so beautiful.”
“So what’s the problem?” Jamie’s hand cupped one of Alice’s breasts. Her hand was so talented, squeezing that soft flesh through the cotton of the young woman’s blouse. “You’re attracted to me, I’m attracted to you, so let’s have some fun.”
Alice’s head was swimming. This just seemed a little off to her. Maybe she should wait. Maybe she should wait until Heather and Laurie . . . No. She wasn’t going to be able go crawling to them every time she had a question. This was her life, not theirs. And as she had already remembered, she hadn’t known Michelle that long, and that relationship turned out great. She didn’t have much more time to think about it as Jamie’s hand had snaked under the hem of Alice’s short little sun dress and into her panties, fingering the young woman’s pussy. ‘This is going so fast,’ she thought. ‘Well, maybe its just a little different style. Yes, that’s all it is.’