(This is the fifth instalment of Mary - check out the first four that flow into this one)
"So what does this mean for us?" Mary asked. They were sitting on single beds in Shelley's room. It was Sunday night, and they had school the next day. They'd finished dinner and a shower and for once Mary was sleeping over where she actually told her parents she was sleeping over. Mary would borrow a uniform from Shelley and they would go straight to school together in the morning. Mary had no intention of wearing underwear, though, she had moved beyond wearing panties for now, she grinned and told Shelley.
"Did having sex with each other bring us closer together? Or push us apart?" Mary asked.
"Closer together," Shelley said definitively.
For a moment there was an awkward silence.
"I guess we're lesbian," Shelley said, breaking the pause. "I never knew."
"Me either," Mary admitted. "I never wanted to do that stuff with you... until we did it."
"Do you want to do it again?" Shelley asked nervously.
"Can we?"
"We better be quiet, so my parents don't hear. These beds are noisy."
"Put the quilts on the floor. Between the beds."
It was the perfect space for two girls to discover each other properly, with all the time they needed to go slow. There's no handbook for being lesbian. If a girl is with a guy, there is an end-game, everything is circling around cock thrusting up cunt. With two girls it's all orbit, no sun.
"Unless I put my whole hand in you?" Shelley asked, "Would that get you off?"
"You can try," Mary said, kissing her friend's lips and face. "But Wesley said I should be careful not to put too much in you, not to make you bleed."
"I'd rather you took my virginity than some random guy," Shelley said, running her hands through Mary's hair as they kissed.
"Okay," Mary said, "Do you have tissues, though, we can't stain the quilt."
"I've leaked blood on the sheets before," Mary admitted, "No one is going to think it's because I lost my virginity with you."
"Are you sure you're okay? With this, with us doing this?"
"I feel good," Shelley smiled. "It's nice being touched by a friend and having sex without worrying about getting pregnant. But no one can ever know. You know that right?"
"Of course," Mary agreed completely. Their families and community were against pre-marital sex with guys. They didn't even think about setting a rule for sex with girls, the idea was too far removed to be considered.
"Are you still going to have sex with Wesley?" Shelley asked.
"Only if you want. If I'm your girlfriend, I don't mind if we only sleep with each other."
"If you do go to bed with him, can I come too?"
"Of course. Do you want him to fuck you, I don't mind if you do."
"Hmmm, maybe. But I want you to break my virginity."
"Okay," Mary smiled, kissing her friend as their naked bodies entwined.
Four fingers and a thumb Mary got inside Shelley. There was a mess and a lot of muffled squeals. Both of them needed to go to the bathroom afterward to wash away the sticky red gunk pulled from Shelley's virgin cunt.
"Shit that stings," Shelley whispered, still holding her pussy walking back to the room.
"It won't be for long," Mary assured her. "Next time you'll love it. Come on, see if you can get your hand in me."
Shelley sucked on her friend's breasts as she fisted her, driving Mary nuts. They sucked each other sixty-nine and hickeyed each other's tits. By the time they crashed asleep on the floor exhausted, the room fairly stank of pussy and dried saliva.
When Mary woke she was conscious of a guy standing over her. The bedroom door was open and she saw the silhouette of Shelley's brother standing with his finger to his lips.
"Shhh," he quietly said.
Mary looked around. There was no point covering up, she was well and truly sprung. Her bare pussy was red-raw, her body bruised by Shelley's mouth. Shelley was still asleep on top of the quilt on the floor, equally as naked and disheveled as Mary, lying in her arms. It was obvious they had been having sex, just the stench of dried pussy juice could tell you that.
Mary got up on her elbows looking up at the brother. He happily drank in her shaved nudity. After staring for time he turned and left, saying nothing. Mary groaned and curled up against her girlfriend's naked body, reaching around for her breast. That's the end of this, she thought. Any minute Shelley's parents would storm in and the earthquake would rumble, cracking apart their families and church.
Resigned to fate, Mary waited and waited, and waited. Nothing. When Shelley woke, Mary didn't say anything, wondering what exactly to tell.
"Good morning," Shelly said, laying on her girlfriend and sucking her breasts, then crawling up to kiss her mouth.
Both of them jumped when they heard a knock on the door.
"Breakfast!" Shelley's mum yelled. "Come on. School today! Not holidays yet!"
Shelley rolled off in a hurry, but luckily the door didn't open.
"Coming!" she yelled back, scrambling to find her uniform.
"Do you not have locks?" Mary looked at the door handle.
"No, not in this house. Are we really going to not wear underwear?" Shelley grinned cheekily.
"What do you think? Top or bottom?" Mary asked, with the image of Shelley's brother's silhouette eating at her bravery.
"Both."
"Hmm. White shirt," Mary frowned, wondering why Jorge hadn't sprung them yet. "Your family will notice. Our school shirts are so old they're see-through."
"Wear a cardigan till we're out the door."
"The boys at school will go nuts. Maxwell and Bud will go nuts."
"We won't be naked. It's not school rules that you have to wear a bra. That's not written anywhere."
"Well obviously! Who would even think about it?"
"Us! Come on."
Mary pulled out the spare set of clothes and put on just a shirt with a skirt.
"Holy moly, going to school with just two pieces of clothing," Shelley breathed.
"Four. Actually six if we count both shoes and socks. All of it would be counted if we played strip poker."
"You've done that?" Shelley's eyes widened.
"No," Mary giggled. "I'm just saying. And the cardigan."
They were teased by the family as they came out wearing their cardigans for breakfast. Mary looked at Shelly's brother wondering what was going on. When she went to brush her teeth after eating, he followed her down the hall into the bathroom.
"Well?" Mary whispered. "Why haven't you told?"
"I will," he simply said, smiling at the memory of her naked body. Jorge was three years older than his sister, he hadn't seen a high school girl naked since his graduation night.
"Please," Mary begged. "It was just a... moment. It's never happened before."
"You expect me to believe that the one time I saw you after having sex with my sister was the very first time you two did that?"
"It's the truth."
"Hmm."
"Please. It's nothing, we were just messing around. Please don't tell. It was a private thing just between us, it's not anyone else's business."
"I guess they'll decide whether it's their business."
