First, a gentle reminder of who we are, as written by the other person.
Julie has "that ass". She's a 5'6, 140ish lbs soccer goalie who is seriously strong. She has long black hair with a thick but totally athletic build. She wears a 34C and like I said....her booty is totally my go to pillow (or dessert). For those that are wondering, she waxes down there and hates pretty much all body hair. She's a mechanical engineering major and future air force pilot, and one of the most down to earth human beings I've ever met.
Taylor is 5'4ish and maybe like 120lbs soaking wet. She's a brunette with fairly bushy hair down past her shoulders with some fairly nerdy round rim glasses that she only takes off for running because she's blind (hence why she dates me). Overall she's slim and her muscles are pretty toned and she has a laid back fairly modest sense of style. She's a member of the itty-bitty-tittie committee with a 30B and prefers to shave down there. She's a civil engineering major who dosen't intend to join the military but came to our school for the opportunity to run collegiate XC and track.
What are we now? It's October, Taylor and I are two months into this crazy military college life, currently dating guys, but in our castle turret barracks room, we've shared a kiss. Kisses. Soft touches. We push our twin beds together and she's held me close and I've felt safe in her arms. But what are we?
The morning after my first time kissing another woman, I woke up I'm Taylor's arms, her pinky still just barely dipped into the waistband of my bikini cut panties under my baggy tshirt. I roll over to face the best friend I'd made at college and hoped I hadn't made a mistake last night.
"Hey sleepy head" I whisper to my curly haired cuddle buddy. "Hey beautiful" is her reply.
I'm beautiful to you? Needing to address the elephant in the room as we both wake fully up, acknowledging the fact that we both woke up with another woman for the first time (romantically, sleepovers don't count), I ask her if she's okay.
A light kiss finds my cheek before Taylor says "I don't think I'm ready to be out of any closets, but I wouldn't mind being in this closet with you and seeing if later we want to come out"
I smile, relieved that I haven't ruined our friendship and thankful we aren't thinking of jumping straight out into the world, but allowing ourselves a space to explore before stepping out deliberately when it feels right.
"I'm only staying in the closet with you if you promise to hold me at night like last night". Even though Taylor is more petite than me, I feel so at peace in her arms that I don't want to give up the feeling of being held close from behind. "Deal, but you owe me a kiss for every morning you wake up warm because I volunteered to be your space heater" I laugh, giving her a brief peck on the lips as we both feel the tension evaporate in the room.
Soon, we're both up and getting dressed for a lazy Sunday (the only fully off day at military college) and are walking down to the dining hall for a breakfast in silence (freshman rules at their finest). After having breakfast in the all white button-down shirt and dress pants ensemble required to do any normal function besides work out, We make our way back to our room, high on the fourth floor in the castle like turret corner of our barracks.
"What do you wanna do today" I ask when we reach our room, finally able to break the silence. "Well one side of me says homework and then go for a walk down along the river, the other side of me says river now, you later" River yes, me what? What's this about me later? Mind racing and slightly flustered about the possibilities and connotations of that last statement, I immediately say river and blush.
As we go to change into our gym uniform to walk, I sort of turn myself away towards my corner of the room, unsure of how much I'm supposed to "see" now that Taylor and I aren't just roommates changing in front of eachother, does she want to preserve her modesty and save those sights for only when she wants to be intimate?
"Hey you" I get from across the room. I turn and see Taylor in a sports bra and athletic briefs, obviously mid way through changing. " you don't have to look away, I don't want things to change just because I like kissing you now". Point taken as I blush, knowing she knows that i really do like seeing her, especially looking as cute as she does right now.