story part II
She wears a simple, short dress, colored black because red would look too slutty.
But, she’s sitting next to this girl, this goody-two-shoe of a girl, and now she’s wishing that she had bought the red dress instead. There’s something about the pristine nature of this girl that strikes her nerve, makes her feel like rolling her eyes and gagging on her food because this girl probably still believes in fairy tale romances.
The girl talks, talks, and talks, droning on about a subject that only she cares to understand. Even the male suitors that happened to enthusiastically accept the invitation for the arranged date were veering off into their own conversation or forcing themselves to listen. Nicole makes conversation with the girl out of slight sympathy, nods her head, smiles, and continues to drown her champagne.
Was Nicole really like this once before?
She hates to think that she was ever this boring, ever this lifeless. Before any of these thoughts had ever occurred to her, she thought that only being a conformist to her parent’s wishes would make her content. In the end, though, she was suffering. But, she was happy with her feelings as of now. She felt whole. Complete. The best feeling ever.
Nicole knew well what routine was and completely avoided it.
Whenever she looked at the other girl at her table and compared her to the other two men, she felt like she was watching a sheep sandwiched between two wolves. Perhaps she could play shepherd and lead her sheep away to safety.
But, sadly, Nicole is probably the real wolf in this situation.
Looking at the girl from head to toe, she takes in the beauty, observes the gentle feminine side that only a woman can hold. (Of course, she’s exaggerating most of this in her head because all she simply knows is that she likes girls.) It’s not hard to tell that the girl is nervous, all actions coming from her body language and constantly moving mouth.
It’s cute, and honestly, Nicole still hasn’t done anything with a girl.
Her mother and her father have no idea. She doesn’t know when she’ll tell them, but they’ll find out eventually. Maybe. It just depends on how she decides to play out the situation. Of course, she could move away, find someone, come back and tell them, or she could fulfill their wishes, marry a man, and keep a secret lover on the side.
In any way, she just wants to go with her feeling, go with whatever is natural, and right now, there’s something in her brain, something in her stomach, something in her beating heart that is labeling this moment as natural.
“Please excuse me. I have to use the ladies’ room.”
She turned to the girl.
“Would you like to accompany me?”
There was a nod that was preceded by underlying hesitation, but she stalked off towards the bathroom, not bothering to check whether the girl was following her or not. Nicole knew that the girl was nervous. Yet, Nicole planned to make her nervous because of her, not because of the handsome suitors that decorated the table. All she had to do was act cool, calm, and possessive.
The pair paused in front of the mirror once they came into the bathroom. A plan was forming in Nicole’s head, though she probably wouldn’t use it. She figured it would be nice to at least give the girl a moment to freshen up, but then what’s the point of freshening up when she would just have to repeat the process?
Perhaps she would just have to be careful.
But, it’s hard to be careful when Nicole happens to see that lanky frame, those gorgeous blonde locks falling around that neck. And, she’s surprised most by the fact that the girl is still talking. It’s a shame that even if Nicole was looking for a friend, she probably still wouldn’t listen to a word that was filling the bathroom.
So, Nicole slid her hand against the counter and said exactly what she thought.
“If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?”
The girl’s mouth quivers. She’s unable to speak, and this causes Nicole’s lips to turn upwards in triumph. Her fingers long to touch those shaking lips, so she deftly reaches a hand up and presses a thumb against them. They’re warm and tempting, so awfully tempting. It has been more and more difficult to suppress her sexual desires since seeing the girl dancing at the studio, which she was far too afraid to go after, though they had a few conversations.
It’s so adorable when the girl bites her lip out of a strange habit, one Nicole noticed earlier at the table, and all she wants to do is coo at her like she’s a newborn babe. She slides closer to the girl, feeling the warmth of the rising body temperatures until she’s fully pressed against her. There’s no pulling back which surprises Nicole somewhat, though she is indeed satisfied with the outcome. Perhaps the plan was easier because they were both slightly intoxicated? Just perhaps.
She makes sure to look closely at the girl’s face, to observe every detail about her-sharp nose, high brow, full lips, high cheek bones. Flawless, she thinks, and almost like a punctured balloon, she feels all of the breath escape her lungs. Her stomach turns over, and the girl’s eyes close. Nicole feels stuck, unsure of whether to make the first move or back off. Yet, if she doesn’t take this chance, she’ll never know for sure.
God help her for going this far already…
Lips brush, soft, sensually, and rather nervously. Nicole’s heart was beating into her ears, but it eventually settled once she delved further into the kiss. She even pinned the girl against the counter, reaching her other hand to the opposite side’s edge so that the girl was trapped. The girl was rather stiff and never loosened up the whole time, but she allowed Nicole to trail her fingers up and down her naked arms before eventually curling into her hair.
It was all in fun, but Nicole couldn’t help feeling that she was the only one having the fun, so she tried to encourage the girl to feel less nervous. She wrapped her fingers around the back of the girl’s neck and lightly massaged the nape, extracting a small moan from the girl. Nicole was also rewarded with arms encircling her own waist.
This caused her to smile, to press her lips harder against the other girl’s. Either Nicole was really good or this girl was really easy. Not that it mattered because they were both finally kissing one another, and Nicole was happy with the small sounds emitting from the other girl from time to time. After a while, though, they were forced to return to the surface for air, and it was like reality had set in.
There was a forceful push against Nicole’s body, and when she fully opened her eyes, she not only noticed the empty space in front of her, but the swinging door in the mirror.
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Nicole was happy about her first kiss.
She really, truly was, though it wasn’t something she was going to call her best friend and gush over. (Obviously not, considering she had a limited number of so-called friends who would drop her on the spot if they ever knew about such a thing.) So, it wasn’t with her first, true love nor was it with anyone she remotely liked (though, the girl did have a killer body). It was her first kiss with a stranger she’d known for…maybe an hour?
And to top it all off, she kissed a girl.
There wasn’t really anything to compare it to, seeing as to how she hadn’t even kissed a guy, but she simply had this feeling that it wouldn’t have felt right. No matter how handsome the men on her arranged dates had been so far, she could never quite envision herself dragging them to the bathroom and pulling them in for a full-on make-out session. Of course, even the kiss with the girl wasn’t too serious because she wasn’t geninunely interested in her as a person, not even enough to remember her name.
Nicole continued with her daily morning activities, throwing in a few new ones she had picked up in the past few weeks. Sometimes, she liked playing her stereo, blasting music that was different from her usual kind of orchestrated movements. Instead, she threw in some heavy guitar and hoarse vocal work which contained lyrics that never once made sense to her before.
It was becoming more and more common for her to strut around her room in her fancy clothes, clothes that were becoming more expensive and more revealing by the day. Her intentions when purchasing such items were set on pissing her parents off as much as possible, but it was actually harder than she had thought. They probably thought that she was trying to impress her future-husband-candidates or something, which she probably did anyway. It’s not as if any of them were searching for brains obviously. Beauty played the largest determining factor in marriage, and that would pretty much have equated her as trophy wife.
Honestly, she wasn’t interested in that. Not one bit. But, still, she liked expressing herself in this more fluid way, this way she was becoming far too attached to far too quickly. While she was getting ready, Nicole was actually considering another idea that would definitely upset her parents: skipping school. They pay good money for her school, and while she thought it was good in the beginning, it was now becoming such a waste. She’d rather be dancing at the studio, watch some of the other girls dance. Or something.
There was a fierce storm outside of her door, though, something involving large pounds that rattled the walls and produced violent intakes of breath. Honestly, she was a bit terrified about opening up her door. She wasn’t expecting this kind of behavior so suddenly, though it was going to happen sooner or later, she had assumed. It was finally dawning on her that her brash actions from the previous night weren’t exactly going to keep her secret tucked away much longer. Of course, she also hadn’t known that the girl would squeal and tell on her. (And, it wouldn’t surprise Nicole if the girl never mentioned anything about kissing back for longer than a few seconds.)
When she finally opened the door, it was only her mother.
Nicole had never seen her looking like such a terrible mess before. Never. Her mother believed in assured self-confidence, believed in a well-maintained manner in which her emotions remained hidden and never let themselves slip and fall to become visible on her face. Therefore, this image caused Nicole a bit of concern, even though she clearly knew what it was about.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
There was hardly any time for Nicole to stand still and continue gazing at her mother for the door was closed abruptly and her mother was inches from her face. She could feel the hot puffs of breath, and when her mother began speaking, she could have sworn she felt the words smack her in the face.
“Where did you learn such disgusting behavior?”
Nicole kept her mouth closed shut, pressing her lips together thinly. She had no clue what to say. She’d never devised a plan or thought up a mental conversation that she would have with her parents. Of course not. No one ever thinks positive things about other people’s reactions when it comes down to these kinds of things. This whole scenario was no surprise to Nicole, but she still had no clue what to say or what to do.
The room was becoming stuffy and irritably hot, all of that radiating from Nicole’s mother, who eventually pulled back and crossed quickly to the opposite side of the room. Her shoulders looked high, her back looked slouched. She looked absolutely distraught, and Nicole simply wanted to dive back under her covers, go back to bed, and wake again to a happy morning. If only she could start over…
But, she can’t. In fact, she won’t. Nicole doesn’t regret anything that she’s experienced so far. She’s just going with what feels right to her because she’s tired of going with what feels right for her parents. It’s not about them anymore, it’s about Nicole.
Her mother faces her, eyes flashing venomously, but Nicole is quick to turn away. She’s trying to keep on the defensive so that the attacks hurt less.
“I don’t understand you…”
She shot her mother a glare through the side of her dark locks which fell slightly over her eye.
“What do you know?”
“That it’s wrong! That you don’t really want this!”
“Says who?”
“Well, obviously you made Mrs. Watson’s daughter feel offended!”
“She wasn’t offended-she was simply scared.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Because she liked it, and won’t admit to it.”
Somehow, they’d managed to step closer to one another, and Nicole could see her mother’s jaw clench. She was sure that her face had looked the same earlier when her mother had first appeared. Hell, it was probably a mirror image, but she was sickened by the thought of being compared to such a thing. They were nothing alike, and they never would be.
But, Nicole had never felt so hurt in her entire life when her mother slowly walked out of her room and clicked the door behind her.
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Thoughts? I'm in desperate need of them. D;
But, she’s sitting next to this girl, this goody-two-shoe of a girl, and now she’s wishing that she had bought the red dress instead. There’s something about the pristine nature of this girl that strikes her nerve, makes her feel like rolling her eyes and gagging on her food because this girl probably still believes in fairy tale romances.
The girl talks, talks, and talks, droning on about a subject that only she cares to understand. Even the male suitors that happened to enthusiastically accept the invitation for the arranged date were veering off into their own conversation or forcing themselves to listen. Nicole makes conversation with the girl out of slight sympathy, nods her head, smiles, and continues to drown her champagne.
Was Nicole really like this once before?
She hates to think that she was ever this boring, ever this lifeless. Before any of these thoughts had ever occurred to her, she thought that only being a conformist to her parent’s wishes would make her content. In the end, though, she was suffering. But, she was happy with her feelings as of now. She felt whole. Complete. The best feeling ever.
Nicole knew well what routine was and completely avoided it.
Whenever she looked at the other girl at her table and compared her to the other two men, she felt like she was watching a sheep sandwiched between two wolves. Perhaps she could play shepherd and lead her sheep away to safety.
But, sadly, Nicole is probably the real wolf in this situation.
Looking at the girl from head to toe, she takes in the beauty, observes the gentle feminine side that only a woman can hold. (Of course, she’s exaggerating most of this in her head because all she simply knows is that she likes girls.) It’s not hard to tell that the girl is nervous, all actions coming from her body language and constantly moving mouth.
It’s cute, and honestly, Nicole still hasn’t done anything with a girl.
Her mother and her father have no idea. She doesn’t know when she’ll tell them, but they’ll find out eventually. Maybe. It just depends on how she decides to play out the situation. Of course, she could move away, find someone, come back and tell them, or she could fulfill their wishes, marry a man, and keep a secret lover on the side.
In any way, she just wants to go with her feeling, go with whatever is natural, and right now, there’s something in her brain, something in her stomach, something in her beating heart that is labeling this moment as natural.
“Please excuse me. I have to use the ladies’ room.”
She turned to the girl.
“Would you like to accompany me?”
There was a nod that was preceded by underlying hesitation, but she stalked off towards the bathroom, not bothering to check whether the girl was following her or not. Nicole knew that the girl was nervous. Yet, Nicole planned to make her nervous because of her, not because of the handsome suitors that decorated the table. All she had to do was act cool, calm, and possessive.
The pair paused in front of the mirror once they came into the bathroom. A plan was forming in Nicole’s head, though she probably wouldn’t use it. She figured it would be nice to at least give the girl a moment to freshen up, but then what’s the point of freshening up when she would just have to repeat the process?
Perhaps she would just have to be careful.
But, it’s hard to be careful when Nicole happens to see that lanky frame, those gorgeous blonde locks falling around that neck. And, she’s surprised most by the fact that the girl is still talking. It’s a shame that even if Nicole was looking for a friend, she probably still wouldn’t listen to a word that was filling the bathroom.
So, Nicole slid her hand against the counter and said exactly what she thought.
“If I were to kiss you right now, what would you do?”
The girl’s mouth quivers. She’s unable to speak, and this causes Nicole’s lips to turn upwards in triumph. Her fingers long to touch those shaking lips, so she deftly reaches a hand up and presses a thumb against them. They’re warm and tempting, so awfully tempting. It has been more and more difficult to suppress her sexual desires since seeing the girl dancing at the studio, which she was far too afraid to go after, though they had a few conversations.
It’s so adorable when the girl bites her lip out of a strange habit, one Nicole noticed earlier at the table, and all she wants to do is coo at her like she’s a newborn babe. She slides closer to the girl, feeling the warmth of the rising body temperatures until she’s fully pressed against her. There’s no pulling back which surprises Nicole somewhat, though she is indeed satisfied with the outcome. Perhaps the plan was easier because they were both slightly intoxicated? Just perhaps.
She makes sure to look closely at the girl’s face, to observe every detail about her-sharp nose, high brow, full lips, high cheek bones. Flawless, she thinks, and almost like a punctured balloon, she feels all of the breath escape her lungs. Her stomach turns over, and the girl’s eyes close. Nicole feels stuck, unsure of whether to make the first move or back off. Yet, if she doesn’t take this chance, she’ll never know for sure.
God help her for going this far already…
Lips brush, soft, sensually, and rather nervously. Nicole’s heart was beating into her ears, but it eventually settled once she delved further into the kiss. She even pinned the girl against the counter, reaching her other hand to the opposite side’s edge so that the girl was trapped. The girl was rather stiff and never loosened up the whole time, but she allowed Nicole to trail her fingers up and down her naked arms before eventually curling into her hair.
It was all in fun, but Nicole couldn’t help feeling that she was the only one having the fun, so she tried to encourage the girl to feel less nervous. She wrapped her fingers around the back of the girl’s neck and lightly massaged the nape, extracting a small moan from the girl. Nicole was also rewarded with arms encircling her own waist.
This caused her to smile, to press her lips harder against the other girl’s. Either Nicole was really good or this girl was really easy. Not that it mattered because they were both finally kissing one another, and Nicole was happy with the small sounds emitting from the other girl from time to time. After a while, though, they were forced to return to the surface for air, and it was like reality had set in.
There was a forceful push against Nicole’s body, and when she fully opened her eyes, she not only noticed the empty space in front of her, but the swinging door in the mirror.
--
Nicole was happy about her first kiss.
She really, truly was, though it wasn’t something she was going to call her best friend and gush over. (Obviously not, considering she had a limited number of so-called friends who would drop her on the spot if they ever knew about such a thing.) So, it wasn’t with her first, true love nor was it with anyone she remotely liked (though, the girl did have a killer body). It was her first kiss with a stranger she’d known for…maybe an hour?
And to top it all off, she kissed a girl.
There wasn’t really anything to compare it to, seeing as to how she hadn’t even kissed a guy, but she simply had this feeling that it wouldn’t have felt right. No matter how handsome the men on her arranged dates had been so far, she could never quite envision herself dragging them to the bathroom and pulling them in for a full-on make-out session. Of course, even the kiss with the girl wasn’t too serious because she wasn’t geninunely interested in her as a person, not even enough to remember her name.
Nicole continued with her daily morning activities, throwing in a few new ones she had picked up in the past few weeks. Sometimes, she liked playing her stereo, blasting music that was different from her usual kind of orchestrated movements. Instead, she threw in some heavy guitar and hoarse vocal work which contained lyrics that never once made sense to her before.
It was becoming more and more common for her to strut around her room in her fancy clothes, clothes that were becoming more expensive and more revealing by the day. Her intentions when purchasing such items were set on pissing her parents off as much as possible, but it was actually harder than she had thought. They probably thought that she was trying to impress her future-husband-candidates or something, which she probably did anyway. It’s not as if any of them were searching for brains obviously. Beauty played the largest determining factor in marriage, and that would pretty much have equated her as trophy wife.
Honestly, she wasn’t interested in that. Not one bit. But, still, she liked expressing herself in this more fluid way, this way she was becoming far too attached to far too quickly. While she was getting ready, Nicole was actually considering another idea that would definitely upset her parents: skipping school. They pay good money for her school, and while she thought it was good in the beginning, it was now becoming such a waste. She’d rather be dancing at the studio, watch some of the other girls dance. Or something.
There was a fierce storm outside of her door, though, something involving large pounds that rattled the walls and produced violent intakes of breath. Honestly, she was a bit terrified about opening up her door. She wasn’t expecting this kind of behavior so suddenly, though it was going to happen sooner or later, she had assumed. It was finally dawning on her that her brash actions from the previous night weren’t exactly going to keep her secret tucked away much longer. Of course, she also hadn’t known that the girl would squeal and tell on her. (And, it wouldn’t surprise Nicole if the girl never mentioned anything about kissing back for longer than a few seconds.)
When she finally opened the door, it was only her mother.
Nicole had never seen her looking like such a terrible mess before. Never. Her mother believed in assured self-confidence, believed in a well-maintained manner in which her emotions remained hidden and never let themselves slip and fall to become visible on her face. Therefore, this image caused Nicole a bit of concern, even though she clearly knew what it was about.
“Mom, what’s wrong?”
There was hardly any time for Nicole to stand still and continue gazing at her mother for the door was closed abruptly and her mother was inches from her face. She could feel the hot puffs of breath, and when her mother began speaking, she could have sworn she felt the words smack her in the face.
“Where did you learn such disgusting behavior?”
Nicole kept her mouth closed shut, pressing her lips together thinly. She had no clue what to say. She’d never devised a plan or thought up a mental conversation that she would have with her parents. Of course not. No one ever thinks positive things about other people’s reactions when it comes down to these kinds of things. This whole scenario was no surprise to Nicole, but she still had no clue what to say or what to do.
The room was becoming stuffy and irritably hot, all of that radiating from Nicole’s mother, who eventually pulled back and crossed quickly to the opposite side of the room. Her shoulders looked high, her back looked slouched. She looked absolutely distraught, and Nicole simply wanted to dive back under her covers, go back to bed, and wake again to a happy morning. If only she could start over…
But, she can’t. In fact, she won’t. Nicole doesn’t regret anything that she’s experienced so far. She’s just going with what feels right to her because she’s tired of going with what feels right for her parents. It’s not about them anymore, it’s about Nicole.
Her mother faces her, eyes flashing venomously, but Nicole is quick to turn away. She’s trying to keep on the defensive so that the attacks hurt less.
“I don’t understand you…”
She shot her mother a glare through the side of her dark locks which fell slightly over her eye.
“What do you know?”
“That it’s wrong! That you don’t really want this!”
“Says who?”
“Well, obviously you made Mrs. Watson’s daughter feel offended!”
“She wasn’t offended-she was simply scared.”
“Yes, exactly.”
“Because she liked it, and won’t admit to it.”
Somehow, they’d managed to step closer to one another, and Nicole could see her mother’s jaw clench. She was sure that her face had looked the same earlier when her mother had first appeared. Hell, it was probably a mirror image, but she was sickened by the thought of being compared to such a thing. They were nothing alike, and they never would be.
But, Nicole had never felt so hurt in her entire life when her mother slowly walked out of her room and clicked the door behind her.
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Thoughts? I'm in desperate need of them. D;