[A note to readers: I know this story is taking a long time to get to the "good parts." But we're almost there, I promise.]
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No weekend had ever felt as long to Jenny as that one did. She and April kept telling each other not to get their hopes up, that there was a lot of competition for the ten spots, that it didn't really matter anyway. Deep down they knew they were kidding themselves. They wanted to be chosen, and if they weren't it would be a major disappointment. And what if one was picked and not the other? How would they feel about that?
Saturday seemed to drag on forever, and Sunday was even worse. By early evening the girls were bouncing off the walls, so they decided to go to the movies. But they were restless and distracted and in the end didn't even stay for the whole movie. Instead they bought a big bottle of red wine and went back to their room.
Though neither one said anything, both April and Jenny were hoping they would come home to find a note, or a card, or a message spraypainted on their door telling them they were in. But there was nothing, so April popped the wine open, put on some James Brown, and started dancing around the room. Although Jenny was very shy about her dancing, after a few minutes and a glass of wine the infectious music got her up and moving as well. She danced stiffly at first, but after a couple songs and more wine she started to loosen up, moving her hips and dipping low to the floor.
April grinned at her roommate and moved closer. "Get on the Good Foot" was playing now, and she did a little bump and grind against Jenny, just to see what would happen. Jenny didn't seem to mind; in truth, she was feeling as happy and free as she'd ever felt in her life, just taking it easy here with her beautiful roommate.
The next song was a slow one, and April grabbed Jenny and held her close. Jenny's first thought was of the prom, and for a second she felt panicky. But this was so much nicer. April was soft, and sweet, and smelled good - nothing like her asshole prom date. April's breasts were pressed against her own, and it felt wonderful. Next thing she knew April was kissing her.
For a moment the world dropped away and it was just the two of them, mouth to mouth, warm and wet and perfect. But then Jenny realized what was happening, all her years of programming kicked in, and she pulled away, averting her face. "I can't," she said, tears playing at the edges of her eyes. "It's not right. I just can't."