Hi, it's me again, Rachel. I'm trying to finish up my part of 'Free Birds,' where I explain some decisions I make, and so that you can understand me better. In Part 1 of my story, I explained that I have a real fear of being abandoned, and where that fear came from. In this part, you'll learn a little bit more about me, and how it affects my relationship with Kira.
In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Our sexual relationship has been extremely active, as you know if you read 'Ugly Duckling,' and some of the previous chapters of 'Free Birds.' But, unfortunately, there have been some emotional loose ends which we neglected, and which will cost us dearly!
Now, Kira has told me that, although she loves me dearly, sometimes I'm just really gullible, especially when it comes to understanding other people and their motives. She says that, since I didn't have all that much experience with other girls (try none), I sometimes have trouble figuring out what other people are, up to or even what they're really trying to do. I should have listened to her, but I always had this little, niggling fear inside me that maybe Kira was lying to me about that naivete (I think of it as 'trusting people') for some unknown reason. It's emotionally sick, I know, but my mother really screwed me up, and it only really showed itself when the emotional heat was raised, as can happen in lesbian relationships. Duh.
In the last chapter, I ran into this girl 'Kim' from my dorm, when I was coming out of a toilet stall with Kira's cum all over my face. Kim was the same girl that had caught Kira and I kissing in the dorm elevator a few months before. So, even if Kim only had a tiny bit of sense, it seemed likely that she might put two and two together, and get four.
It only took Kim two days to do THAT math. I was sitting at my desk in the dorm room, on my hard wooden study chair, looking at an Avril Lavigne poster on the wall, and wishing that Kira would get back from her Philosophy class and fuck me, when I heard a knock at the door. I padded over to the door, wearing only a tee shirt and bra, and panties (giraffe panties, Kira's of course - we'd switched panties after fucking that morning, and I loved the thought of her soiled panties against my pussy and ass, as did she with mine.) It was Kim, the redhead. She stood in the doorway for a pause, then said, "Hi, Rachel. It's me, Kim. Can I come in?"
I said, "Sure," wondering what was up. She was wearing tight, faded jeans and a loose sweatshirt. In other words, she was dressed like the 50% of the female student population that weren't dressed like me. Kim was about my size, with a nice shape, though probably a little overweight - at least by the way boys judge girls. I thought she looked just right. She had C cups, and her butt was generous, her waist a little thick, but as I said, pretty nice. She had dark red hair, tending more to auburn, her hair was long and curly, loose curls, not too tight. A creamy complexion, but with a lot of freckles across her upper cheeks and nose. She actually had rosy red cheeks, like you see in little kids in England and Ireland. Nice, sea green eyes, full lips, but it looked like she bit them a lot.
"Umm, I wanted to ask for your help with something," she said vaguely. "Can I sit here?" she asked, pointing at the rumpled bed. I prayed there weren't any wet spots in plain sight from Kira and I fucking earlier, or that, God forbid, Kim put her hand in one. The thought made me giggle to myself.
"What's funny?" she asked, looking at me.
"Nothing,"I responded suavely.
"Um, sure, go ahead and sit on the bed," I continued. There really wasn't any other choice unless she wanted to walk around Kira's bed and pull out her study chair.
"Thanks," she said. "I guess you're wondering why I'm here." She looked up at me as her hand unconsciously swept the rumpled sheet back and she set herself down on the edge. Her eyes were very attractive, I noticed. I wondered if she was going with anybody.
"Uh, yeah, okay," I said. "Why are you here?"
Kim's rosy cheeks got even rosier, as did the rest of her face, from the neck up to the roots of her hair. I vaguely wondered if her head was going to explode. "I kind of think that, uh, you and Kira are kind of affectionate with each other. Are you two, um, lesbians?" she said, kind of saying, kind of asking.
I didn't say anything, but I felt a chill, and not because I only had panties on below. I just looked at her, waiting for her to go on.
"And, uh, um, I was uh....." she began.
"Let me begin again," she said. I still didn't say anything. I wasn't going to make this easy for her.
"I was using my mom's computer back home, a couple of months ago," she began (again.) I had no idea where this was going.
"My mom is divorced. I haven't seen my Dad in years. Anyway, while I was looking at a home crafts site on the Internet, I was waiting for a page to download, and I idly clicked on her 'Bookmarks' link. She had a file folder there named 'Stuff.' I clicked on it, and there were a bunch of site names there, like 'Sensual Arousal,' 'Marie's Place,' 'Nifty - Lesbian,' 'Literotica - Lesbian,' and all like that. I accidentally clicked on one, and I was shocked when a site came up, that featured two and even more girls, naked, and getting naked and kissing and doing even worse things. And the stories ...." She looked distressed.
"And you're here....why?" I said.
"Because, I don't quite understand the women on women thing, and obviously my mother is into it. And because you and Kira are the closest thing that I know of to lesbians. I mean, I don't really know what you all do, but I kind of guessed. I think you all were kissing in the elevator, and I sure don't know WHAT was happening in the bathroom a couple of days ago, but y'all sure did look content when you came out. But anyway, I'm not here to talk about you two, but to see if you could tell me anything about my mom....and me."
"You?" I asked.
"Yeah. I think I, kind of, had immoral thoughts when I looked at those sites on my mom's computer," she said.
"I thought you said that was accidental?" I said.
"Yeah, the first one, or two sure were, but I don't think the next fifteen were," she said, frowning.
"The next FIFTEEN?" I said, incredulously. "That's more lesbian web sites than I'VE ever seen," I said. I had to laugh - FIFTEEN! This girl had some issues. Maybe I COULD help her, if she ever got around to telling me what she wanted.
"I know," she said, blushing furiously. "But they were .....educational ... and interesting," she finished.
"Well, not that it's any of my business," I said, "but you mentioned that you had 'immoral thoughts?' What did you mean by that?"
"I've always been taught in Sunday School, that if something makes you feel REALLY good, it's immoral," she said.
"That seems like a pretty challenging code of conduct," I said. "So, did looking at those sites make you feel good?"
"I felt like a hot flush all over me, coming out of my, you know, down there," she said, blushing. Of course, her eyes were focused on the general area between her thighs, navel and ass, lol.
"Do you mean your pussy?" I said.
