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Angie's stomach clenched at the prospect of her half-baked fantasy coming true. All the pieces were falling into place. Leigh was going to stay the night. Gorgeous, athletic, funny Leigh, her best friend, had come over to hang out, they had stayed up watching a movie, and now she was staying the night because it was pouring outside. Maybe things would work out like in her dreams. Angie hoped her flushed skin wasn't too obvious.
"Dear, do you need help getting the futon out?"
"No thanks, mom, me and Leigh will get it."
Angie's heart was pounding as Phase 1 of her plan unfolded. She knew her brother's idiot friend had slept on the futon. She had also discovered that he left a ham sandwich in the futon before rolling it up. Feigning ignorance, she led Angie into the closet and pulled the futon out. The smell was remarkably not that bad, but bad enough. She unrolled it to show the moldy remains of the sandwich staining the futon.
"DAD!" she yelled down, "Brandon's friend left a sandwich in the futon and it's ruined!"
Too bad Brandon wasn't around to get yelled at. After things settled down, she turned to Leigh.
"You...um...could sleep in my bed and I'll sleep on the floor," she offered shyly, half afraid of even attempting her plan.
"On the floor? No way. Your bed is plenty big enough for both of us."
Angie barely managed to suppress a smile. Phase 1 complete. The girls got ready, brushing their teeth together in the bathroom. Leigh had stayed over often enough that she had a spare toothbrush stored there just for that purpose. Angie studied her friend as they got ready for bed, admiring the brunette's slim, toned body, hoping her ogling hadn't been caught. Leigh was utterly perfect in her eyes. Angie didn't know if she was a lesbian, but she did know that she was totally, completely and unmistakably head over heels in love with Leigh. Only a year ago she was mystified at reading about young lovers' infatuation in English class, but now she fully understood. Leigh was the nicest, most beautiful girl she had ever met, and they had been friends for years. The prospect of ruining that friendship by awkwardly coming on to her was her biggest worry.
Leigh, after all, was straight. She had actually dated boys, had kissed boys, something Angie had never done. She had done more with boys. Leigh swooned over male singers. Leigh talked about boys. Above all else, Leigh was chased by boys. Angie, on the other hand...wasn't. Which was the other big obstacle to coming on to Leigh, she was out of her league. Angie always felt she was plain looking, never mind that Leigh always praised her looks. She was also a bit soft around the middle, nothing like Leigh's fit body. Her boobs were the only thing boys seemed to like about her, almost as big as that slut Suzie, full and round, unlike Leigh's pert chest. Leigh was the best friend ever, though, constantly pointing out how smart and kind Angie was. Being able to intellectually understand that she had no shot at Leigh didn't seem to help her longings at all. And now the promise of the night together filled her mind, her body already starting to overheat.
Maybe I should excuse myself to quickly rub one out just to calm down,
Angie thought.
Angie tentatively slipped into bed, dressed in her long tee and panties. Leigh, wearing her sleeping shorts and a midriff baring tee, slipped into the other side. Angie switched off the light and they laid shoulder to shoulder in the dark, their conversation unbroken. Angie had been envisioning this moment for months, starting after graduation practice when she realized she was in love with Leigh. It wasn't until she discovered the futon was ruined that this plan had come together. In person, though, the right conditions seemed elusive. As if answering her silent prayer, Leigh brought up Jason, who she said was making eyes at her. Angie rolled to her side to face her and listened quietly as Leigh debated whether she would go out with him.
"What's it like kissing a boy?" she asked timidly.
Leigh shrugged. "Nice. Gets you all giddy inside."
"Tell me more."
"Well, boys can be aggressive. So they like to take charge. And they're strong, so you have to be careful. But, gosh, when you start going at it with a cute boy in the back of the priory after evening services..." Leigh giggled. "Oops, wasn't supposed to say that."
"No way!" Angie gasped. Leigh giggled again with a nod Angie could only feel in the dark. "Who?"
"Not telling."
Another giggle from Leigh. Finally, Angie had to make her attempt. She summoned all her courage.
"I've never kissed a boy."
"I know sweety, and I don't know why. You know a lot of boys want you."
"Hah. They only want my boobs."
"What's wrong with that? It's not like your getting married, just getting squeezed a bit. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself."
"I wouldn't know what to do."
"Yeah, it was awkward my first few times, but he was just learning too, so soon we got the hang of it. Then it was just fun."
"But all the boys now have experience, they'll think I'm a dork for not knowing what to do."
"You
are
a dork." Angie pouted in the darkness, not the response she was hoping to hear. "Dork," Leigh repeated with a nudge.
"It's not funny," she protested.
"Oh, sweety, I'm just teasing. You know I think the world of you. But you have to believe in yourself! Well that and be nice to boys. Be nice to boys and they'll be nice to you."
Their conversation paused for a moment, and Angie ignored her inner voice and took her leap.
"Could you show me how to kiss?"
Her heart jumped into her throat as she felt Leigh look at her in the darkness.
Please say yes please say yes please say yes.
"Are you a lesbian?" she finally asked.
