Adie looked up from her reading to the sound of the door slamming, and saw her roommate Jordana storming in, her normally cute-as-a-button features screwed up in anger. "Wow,
that
date ended quickly," she looked to the clock.
Jordana
harrumphed
and dropped her purse to the floor before exclaiming, "That Daniel is a
jackass
!"
"What happened?"
She crossed her arms over her small chest and huffed again. "Near the end of the movie- which, by the way, he couldn't keep his hands off me during- he suggested we go to a hotel for the night. And when I said no, he laughed and said since Latina girls are easy I was either playing hard-to-get or had an iceberg between my legs." With a defiant toss of her curls she finished, "So I threw my drink in his face and took a bus back to campus."
"Go, babe!" Adie whooped in approval as her friend flopped on to the couch.
"Oh, I don't know, he'll probably spread stories tomorrow anyway. I can't win," Jordana grumbled, ripped off her silk scarf, and kicked off her shoes to begin rubbing her feet. "I thought I'd get away from all those stereotypes when I got to college. Guess I was wrong."
Adie's face softened in sympathy. "I know, chiquitita," she was one of the few people who could say that to Jordana's face. "If I had a dollar for every Jewish joke I've heard tossed around here..." She trailed off and looked down to watch the young woman's rubbing motions. "Y'know, you have really cute little feet." And she did, all of Jordana's body was proportioned to sweet slenderness, as opposed to Adie's own statuesque-ness.
Jordana shyly looked up and smiled, now more relaxed. "Thanks. I like your polish," she motioned to her friend's glittery blue toes. After a moment of silence she spoke up again, "Adie, can I tell you something?"
"Sure, hun," she looked back up, curious.
Jordana set her feet to the floor and her hands in her lap. "I've...never gone more than second base with a guy."
"Really?" Adie raised an eyebrow. Not that she believed the stereotype either, but had figured at least one or two lucky guys had bragging rights.
But the young woman only nodded. "I mean, I have thought about it, but sometimes...it just doesn't really register, you know?" She fidgeted her hands in the lap of her slacks. "That's weird, isn't it?"
Adie only smiled sweetly. "Nah, you're just keeping your guard until you know what you really want." She bit her lip, figuring as long as this was a conversation to reveal things... "Nobody's put it in me yet, either."
Jordana's eyes widened. "But...you're so popular!"
Adie chuckled, swung one leg over the other, tucked her skirt into her knees, and draped an arm on her friend's shoulder. "Only with the gay men, chiquitita. They don't ask you for blowjobs that leave you feeling awkward afterwords."
"Oh god!" Jordana grimaced. "Uh, how does it...you know...taste?"
"Like a greasy sandwich bag," Adie deadpanned, grateful she'd insisted on condoms those times. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Jordana biting her lip to suppress a giggle. "I think women look nicer anyway," she finished quietly, ready for the young woman to scoot away in discomfort.
She didn't, but a faint blush deepened the color in her cheeks. "Y-you do?"
"Yeah," Adie lowered her head. "I'll...look at the gals on TV or in the magazines the guys leave lying around. I thought it was like appreciating a work of art, but...it gives me a warm feeling and I kind of like it." She flickered her eyes and looked back up to see Jordana was still blushing, but smiling.
"Do you like how I look, Adie?" she asked shyly.
Ohhhhh damn oh damn oh damn. Adie bit her lip and unconsciously squeezed her thighs together, not that it did anything to quell the warmth forming between them. Hesitantly she nodded.
Without a change in her demeanor at all, Jordana leaned in to peck a gentle kiss on her friend's cheek, just barely grazing the corner of her lips. It was even softer than Adie had expected.
Jordana didn't pull away completely after the kiss, but nestled her head into the crook of Adie's shoulder. "That was nice," she said simply.
"Y-yeah." Adie tried moving her arm and not to cough, failing on both accounts.
"You feel much nicer than Daniel," Jordana chuckled and relaxed her hands, one resting on the other woman's knee.
Carefully Adie uncrossed her legs while pondering her question. "Would...it be too much like him if I wanted to kiss you back...amongotherthings," tumbled out quickly.
Jordana's eyes widened briefly, but she ran a finger over her friend's knee while apparently thinking the question over. She said finally, "Well...it's just us, not really anything to lose. And who'd know more about what a woman wants than another woman?" she added with the slyest grin Adie had ever seen on her.
I like how you think,
