Angela had always known that she loved women more then men. Even at a young age, she would sneak her father's Playboy magazines into her room and rub her pussy looking at the sexy centerfolds. So, it came as no surprise, that in her senior year of high school, Angela fell hard for a girl in her History class. Her name was Camille, and she was the sexiest girl Angela had ever laid eyes on, excluding the Playboy models.
"Hi, my name's Angela, but you can call me Angie," she said, walking up to Camille during lunch one afternoon.
"It's nice to meet you, Angie, I'm Camille," she said, smiling and inviting her to sit down.
The two girls spent the next 45 minutes, laughing and getting better acquainted. They shared the typical "getting to know you" lines. Where their parents worked, how long they'd been married, where they lived and even how much they hated school.
One difference was, Camille was totally heterosexual, which presented a problem for Angie, who was already falling for the gorgeous blonde senior.
Angie forced a smile as Camille went on and on about Bobby Kinson, the quarterback of their high school football team, and thinking the whole time how much she'd love to lean over and kiss her.
After the lunch bell rang, the two girls said their goodbyes and each headed off into different directions.
That night, Angie laid on her bed, thinking of nothing but Camille. Going over their perfect lunch, excluding the useless mention of that neanderthal, Bobby Kinson.
As she drifted off to sleep, Angie hoped her deep thoughts would bring sweet dreams of the girl she hoped to one day make her own.
The next morning, she was awakened by the phone. Her mother was already at work, so Angie slowly crawled from her warm bed and staggered downstairs into the living room to answer the annoying ringing phone.
"Hello?" she said, stifling a yawn.
"Angie?" asked the voice on the other end.
"Yeah, this is Angie. Who is this?" she said, taking a seat on the arm of the couch and looking out the window.
"This is Camille, I hope you don't mind me calling you," she said, softly.
"No, not at all," said Angie, quickly jumping to her feet, "How'd you know my number?"
"I asked Alex," said Camille.
(Alex was Angie's ex best friend. Ex because Alex had betrayed Angie's trust by telling Angie's mother that she was a lesbian, something Angie wasn't ready for her mother to know, at least not yet.)
"Oh, okay, that's cool," said Angie, stretching the phone cord into the kitchen so she could grab her usual morning soda.
"Listen, the reason I'm calling is because my parents are gone for the day to the beach with some of their poker friends and I wanted to know if you'd like to come over and hang out," said Camille.
"Sure, what time?" asked Angie, after nearly choking on her drink.
"Ten o'clock, okay?" asked Camille.
"Ten's perfect. 459 Stackton Street, right?" asked Angie.
"Yes, 459. I'll see you at ten, bye bye," said Camille, then hanging up the phone.
Angie hung up the phone and dropped to her knees, thanking God for this phone call. She quickly ran upstairs to grab a shower, it was already almost 9.
After quickly washing up, Angie sprinted out of the bathroom and across the hall into her bedroom, sending clothes flying from her dresser drawers. She wanted to look good, but not obvious, finally deciding on a pair of jean shorts and a black halter top. After putting her hair back tightly into a ponytail and leaving her mother a note, just in case she made it home after her mother, Angie darted out the door.
She had no trouble finding 459 Stackton Street. It was a nice two story home, lots of rose bushes around. Angie smiled as she pulled her mustang into the long, dark gray driveway.
Camille appeared at the front door, happily waving to her new friend as she climbed out and made her way up the stone covered walk way.
"Have any trouble finding me?" asked Camille, ushering Angie inside the house and closing the door.
"No, not at all, you look great today, by the way," remarked Angie, taking a seat on the large sofa and noticing Camille's flimsy sundress.
"Oh, thanks," she said, taking a seat next to Angie, "I've had this dress forever, seems like."
"So your parents are gone all day, huh?" asked Angie.
"Yeah, all day. They get with their poker friends and they all lose track of time," said Camille, laughing and getting up to go to the kitchen, "Would you like something to eat?"
"No thanks, I'm cool," said Angie, placing her car keys and purse on the glass topped coffee table.
"Take your shoes off, get comfy," said Camille, pouring herself a Coke and taking her seat back on the couch.
Angie was a bit nervous, but she kicked her tennis shoes off and sat back on the overstuffed sofa, trying not to be too obvious checking out Camille.
"So, what would you like to do?" asked Camille, "We could hang out here and watch some movies or listen to CD's or go to the mall, whatever you wanna do."
"Doesn't matter to me," answered Angie, "We can stay here, if you like, I love movies and music."
Camille smiled and placed her glass on the coffee table, "Okay then, let's raid the CD cabinet, see what we can find."
Angie smiled back and watched Camille make her way across the large living room. She scanned her long, tan sexy legs peeking out from beneath that almost see through sundress. Her ass was small, but not boney small and her long blonde hair kissed her shoulders perfectly.
