I had just turned eighteen, the first time I ever touched another woman. It was a tender age of experimentation, insecurity, and hedonism. Lots of things happened that year, I bought packs of cigarettes that I never smoked, because I could. I watched porn, and went to adult shops. I did all the things I'd been told I couldn't do when I was younger. I did it all with my best friend, a few months my elder, we'll call her Lilly.
I was in my senior year of high school, which was located in the sunny depths of southern California. It was large and full of every type of social grouping one could place students in.
There were the jocks, who were generally always found hanging around with the cheerleaders which had groupies of their own. The thespians, loosely translated to 'theater geeks' were the group that ran and performed in all of the high school plays. Auditioning for a play at my high school was a kamikaze mission, no one else ever had a chance of getting in. There were also the partiers; the kind of kids that stormed out of classrooms, got suspended and expelled, dyed their hair obscene colors, and usually had multiple tattoos and body piercings. The gothics, were dark and foreboding, they wore a predictable black, and always brought a stereo to school playing the latest industrial music. The socialites were the rich kids who had BMW's by the time they were old enough to get their permit.
The final group, which I belonged to, more or less, were the drifters; the ones that didn't really belong to one particular group, but spent their time wandering around them all.
Lunch time was always an adventure, I was never seen without Lilly. She and I were infamous at our high school. We made it a point to know everyone, and everyone knew us. We were very affectionate, we hugged, cuddled and held hands wherever we went. It was the type of close relationship we had. We were always being called lesbians, it was our trademark. No one was out in high school, so it was a very taboo thing to be called. We didn't care.
Lilly was one of those girls that everyone wanted, in some way or another. She was intelligent, friendly, and a big flirt. She had smooth, carmel colored skin that came from hours spent playing tennis or at the beach. She wore tight, revealing clothing, but she always left just enough for the imagination. Her breasts were larger than most girls her age, and she had a rock-hard body that she had worked on for years. She was taller than me, at about 5'8," and she had deep brown eyes that you could sink into. Her face was lightly dotted with freckles and her smile was always so seductive.
Me? I wasn't every guy's wet dream, but I had my qualities. I was pretty short at the time at about 5'3." I had dark auburn hair that glinted copper in the sunlight, pale skin that was smooth and without freckles. My skin tone never changed, no matter how many hours I stayed in the sun. I was fragile looking and very feminine. I didn't carry a lot of muscle, but I was thin and graceful. Lilly always said I had the body of a ballet dancer. My breasts were modest, but proportionate to my body; they filled a sweater just enough to get glances now an again.
The most common compliment I ever received was for my eyes. They change color, you see. Sometimes they're an electrifying green, or a light hazel flecked with gold. Now and again they're brown, and when I cry people swear they are an oceanic blue. Whenever someone told me I had amazing eyes, I'd smirk my usual half smile and say "You know you have small tits when someone looks at your eyes enough to compliment them." That was the kind of girl I was. Funny.
One night, I spent the night at Lilly's home. We slept on a mattress together in an extra loft in their house that they called 'the bonus room.' The bonus room had a 19' television, two computers and a wet bar. Her parents were loaded, but she never made a big deal about it and often seemed to be embarrassed of it. We spent the night at each other's house just about every weekend, and always stayed up till three in the morning talking about anything and everything.
It was around one in the morning and I was staring up at the ceiling fan, about six feet above us. I was only half-awake and in all honesty, not really listening to Lilly as she talked idly. I shifted underneath the blankets, still getting comfortable in the tank-top and boxers I was wearing to bed. She hit me in the face with a pillow.
