The Ball
Kelly Grace Moss was both sexy and cute... that's my opinion anyway! She had long blonde hair that reached her waist and it always seemed to shimmer in the sunlight. Her face was perfect with sparkling emerald eyes and a smile that could melt your heart in a second. At five foot four with small pert breasts and an athletic figure she was amazing. Her dress sense was both trendy and quirky including an ever changing array of hats and painted fingernails that covered the spectrum of the rainbow. To top it all off she was also intelligent, an A student who had a vibrant personality that made people want to be around her. Yes, Kelly Grace Moss was the perfect girl who I dreamed about all through high school. Perfect for me in every way except for one... she was a self-confessed lesbian!
I'd lived next door to Kelly and her divorced mother Helen for the last four years and we'd struck up a friendship from the day they'd arrived in the neighborhood. The removal men were struggling to get a piano up the front steps and I'd rushed over to help after seeing their predicament. I'd then spent the rest of the day helping them unload the moving truck. I have to admit I think I feel in love with Kelly on that first day... all it took was one of those smiles and I was a gonna!
Over the next four years we walked to school together and spent a fair bit of leisure time in each other's company. She confessed her sexual orientation to me after about six weeks and although my heart sank it didn't stop us from still becoming good friends... she even started calling me 'babe' and I in return invented the rather unsexy tag of 'Mossy' for her.
Both of us were pretty much single during the whole of high school and although we talked about various girls neither of us took a serious plunge into the relationship game. I had a few dates but they went nowhere. It wasn't that I was bad looking or anything and my regular workouts had given me a fairly good six pack in the abs department. I was just kind of shy around girls so didn't try very hard. Plus I still held out hope for my girl next door!
Kelly had an even harder time than me. When she announced her sexual orientation she was the only lesbian girl to 'come out' at school. We lived in a small rural community and homophobia was pretty underlying. Nothing negative was really said to her but it was always hard for younger people to publicly talk or even act on their non heterosexual orientation.
We pretty much both lacked a social life and spent a lot of our time working out in my basement gym. Kelly would join me twice a week and I lived for those sessions seeing her in a crop top and tight leggings with sweat glistening on her sculpted limbs. We also jogged a lot and were both on the school cross country team.
At the end of our senior year the up-coming ball became a big topic of conversation.
"You going to ask anyone to the ball? I mean everyone is moving on to university or jobs next year so they won't be so concerned about you being gay anymore." I mused.
We were sitting facing each other on her bed. I was blowing the polish dry after painting her toenails in assorted colors. A job I had been doing on lazy Sundays for the last three years.
"I'd like to ask Laura Roberts but I'm too scared. I know she's Bi. But it doesn't matter anyway she's going with Tim Porter."
"Didn't she kind of come on to you at that adventure camp the girls went on last month. But then backed off again right?"
"Yeah, I don't know why. Anyway along came mister popular, Tim Porter, and that was that.
"Bummer."
"What about you? Are you going to ask that exchange student who you think is hot?" Mossy quizzed me.
"Nah. To be honest I have trouble understanding her accent at times."
"Well I'm still available if you want and I won't cost you a hotel room and condoms." Kelly said laughing.
"That's the worst proposal I've had all year." I joked back. "But in all fairness it's also the only proposal I've had all year!"
"Oh, poor baby. Not getting any tits and pussy. Come on bring it in for a hug." Her voice was full of mock pity as she stretched out her arms and beckoned me to come closer.
I shuffled across the bed and Kelly drew me in for an embrace.
"So is pressing your twin globes of perkiness with their puffy pink nipples up against my chest supposed to make me feel worse or better?" I quizzed humorously before taking a deep breath smelling her lavender scented hair.
"Oh my gosh! Did you just smell my hair? Kelly exclaimed in surprise, twisting her head to face me.
"I always smell your hair when we hug." I confessed nonchalantly.
"Why?"
"Because it always smells so good... sometimes it's an apple smell and sometimes it's lavender like today."
"It's my shampoo! And you know it's weird to sniff a girl right?"
"You're picking on the sniff when I just told you about your tit's rubbing up against me?"
"Actually the really weird thing is you describing them."
"I've had years to imagine what they look like... was I close."
"Fuck Jack! I'm not telling you that, you randy bastard! The next thing I know you'll be whacking off thinking about them."
"To late, already do." I replied and sniffed her again loud enough for her to hear.
Kelly released me from the hug and pushed me lightly backwards." You pervert!" She was trying to look disgusted but also trying to cover a grin.
"What? You think I don't dream about seeing the best looking girl in town naked." I grinned back.
"I'm gay."
"And a girl... and I like girls. Especially cute, sexy ones like you Mossy."
"What, are you being serious. You really think I'm cute and sexy?"
"On a scale of one to ten you are an eleven."
"Okay... I supposed I should be flattered. But please tell me you don't really jerk off thinking about my tits."
"No can do." I responded with a shrug.
"Bastard! She pushed me away again but with no real menace.
There was a slight pause.
"How do you know I have puffy nipples... you better not have been spying on me through my window." Her tone was mildly accusing.
"Absolutely not... how could you think I'd do that." My response was overly dramatic with a mock hurt tone.
"How then?"
"To be honest you just look like the sort of girl who would have adorable pink puffy nips... highly sensitive and ripe for sucking on."
"Jeez Jack! You know that sounded like a bad romance porn novel." Kelly shook her head as she hopped off the bed and headed for the bathroom door. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Hey Mossy, I'm only joking with you. Don't be mad" I was concerned that I'd gone too far.
She turned to look at me, her face flushed. "I know and I'm not.. mad... I don't know what I am."
She entered the bathroom and shut the door.
"Hey, does that proposal for the ball still stand." I shouted through the door.
"Yeah." Was her yelled reply.
