Yearnings
Mary and Gabby were at their lockers during the period change before Games, on the first Wednesday afternoon following the Easter holidays. They chatted briefly as they dumped their book bags in their lockers and pulled out their PE bags. As usual their conversation was hurried and breathless as they scurried to the changing room for the sports lesson.
"Are you coming round after school?" Mary asked.
"Yes please," Gabby grinned, "Is that OK?"
"Of course, why wouldn't it be?'
"I know, great," Gabby linked her friend's arm as they walked. "Will your mum be there?" Gabby leaned in so her head was almost touching Mary's.
Mary and Gabby had been friends right from their first days at primary school. They were close and even had birthdays just a few days apart. Gabby's was the 16th of December and Mary's on the 18th. At 5'5" Gabby was taller than Mary by a couple of inches. Her womanly frame and heavy mane of crimson, red hair gave her a look of greater maturity in comparison to the relatively smaller and slender Mary. Gabby often teased her friend about being younger, calling her Babygirl, especially when she was being affectionate. Mary's black hair and pale, alabaster complexion contrasted with Gabby's cute freckles and ruddy colouring. Also, Gabby's hazel eyes differed from Mary's sapphire blue. Although both were captivating and seemed to shine when they laughed, which they did often when together.
Mary gently pushed Gabby away with her shoulder and teased, "You know she won't be. And don't think I don't know why you are asking."
"What?!" Gabby giggled and acted innocent.
Mary drew her back in close and looked up to whisper into the taller girl's ear, "You just want to get me alone again." She shoved her away and ran ahead with Gabby chasing her. They were careering down the corridor to the Sports Hall when a shrieking voice brought them to a halt, "Mary Quinn and Gabrielle Dwyer, what have you been told about running in the corridor?!"
Both Girls immediately switched to a fast walk and Gabby caught-up with Mary and took her arm again, pulling her close, "Mary Quinn and Gabrielle Dwyer." She gave a subdued impression of the teacher's voice, grossly exaggerating the squeakiness.
Mary snorted with laughter and the teacher called again, "Don't you give me any cheek you girls!" But this last was lost as they crashed through the double doors to the Sports Hall.
PE was the usual drudge; neither girl is particularly sporty and they just spent 90 minutes being ordered around by their teacher and the more athletic girls. They didn't care though, and just used every opportunity to enjoy a joke together, or with their friends at the expense of the girls who they thought took it all a bit too seriously. The shower after was the usual rowdy affair of teasing and shouting. Gabby and Mary showered then dressed quickly, eager to connect with their friends.
Mary and Gabby are part of a wider group of girls who are less into sport and more into music. They all play in the school orchestra; Gabby on guitar and Mary the flute. They love the music and the camaraderie of the orchestra.
After school that day the girls remained behind for an hour to practise. After which they made their way from Our Lady's Grammar, along Chequer Hill to catch the bus that would take them near to Mary's home.
Mary's parents are both successful lawyers and so they live in a very grand house. Mary is their only child. Mary's room isn't so much a room as a suite. It's on the third floor of their spacious home and occupies one whole side of the house. She has a large bedroom with a huge king-size bed, beautiful furniture and a large walk-in closet. There is a spacious en suite bathroom with a shower and twin vanity basins. There is also an adjacent sitting room where Mary has a sofa and armchair, many large, colourful cushions, and her own TV, study desk and laptop.
Gabby loves visiting Mary's and they spent many afternoons there and Gabby was also a regular overnight guest at her friend's. Although Gabby only lives a short walk away, her home is not so grand. Not that her family isn't well off too, her dad is a successful builder; but that her three brothers, herself and her parents fill up their four bedroom home. At least she has her own room. Only she and her older brother have their own rooms, her much younger twin brothers have to share a room, as, of course, do her parents. There is constant noise and chaos with the boys and she loves the relative calm and girlishness of Mary's room.
They entered by Mary's sitting room and dropped their bags. Mary flopped down on the sofa and Gabby landed next to her half turning to face her friend. Mary had her eyes closed and Gabby took a moment to scan the face of her friend. She really is beautiful Gabby thought. Pure unblemished skin, an elegant neck, her school tie loosened slightly at the collar. It was only just the start of May and the summer term so Mary was wearing just her white blouse and the regulation below-the-knee length blue plaid school skirt, navy socks and flat black shoes. Without opening her eyes Mary kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes.
Gabby leaned over and kissed Mary lightly on the shoulder. Mary looked at her and made a quizzical face, "What time will your mum be home?" Gabby asked pretending the question was without motive.
Mary smiled at her, "Jesus, not for another couple of hours. You know that they never get back before 7," she reminded her friend of her parent's predictable routine.
There was a silence that hung between them. Gabby was looking at her friend hoping not to have to ask. She was afraid to ask. They had played this little game for over a week now since Gabby had confided in her best friend. But so far Mary always seemed to make her ask.
Gabby kicked off her shoes too then took Mary's hand in hers. As she entwined their fingers Mary opened her eyes and gave a small smile.
"So can we go lie on your bed?" Gabby's voice was soft and earnest.
"Why?" Mary looked at her, opening her eyes wide to imitate a blank look of enquiry.
"Stop it!" Gabby shook her hand in mild frustration, "You know I love you, please?"
Mary rolled her head to the side to face Gabby, "I love you too. But I don't have a one track mind like you?"
"I know, but will you let me kiss you again?" Gabby's confidence faltered slightly.
"Just kissing?" Mary made a haughty face to tease Gabby. Then sat up and faced her, "But why do I think it won't just be kissing," she grinned which reignited Gabby's confidence.
The previous week... the first kiss
It wasn't planned. Gabby was at Mary's one day during the recent Easter holidays in late April. They were watching Netflix on Mary's TV. They were side by side on the sofa. The film was boring and Gabby was distractedly browsing on Mary's laptop. Mostly she was looking at music videos with one headphone bud in one ear. But then, feeling mischievous she did a search for 'girls kissing'. This turned up numerous You Tube movies of kissing, instructional ones, short films, spoofs and various unrelated miscellany. Your typical You Tube play list in other words.
Gabby watched a couple in which girls were kissing girls. She had performed this search many times before on her own laptop and had watched some of these same movies. She was drawn to the sight of two girls kissing. She felt excited by the images and the thought of another girl's soft lips. She had kissed boys loads of times, of course. Although she was still a virgin she had already let a boy touch and kiss her boobs. He was clumsy and rough and it wasn't what she had hoped for.
She had also repeatedly met one boy at a local bar where she and Mary were frequent visitors, despite only having turned 18 just before Christmas. His name was Kieran and they usually ended up slow dancing on Saturday nights. He was very good looking, but not a very good kisser - too much gnawing action Gabby thought. But still she did let him take her out to his car a couple of times. What curious girl wouldn't, she supposed? They'd sit in the back seat and she let him play with her boobs and even finger her pussy. He never really excited her. He just shoved his fingers into her pussy and didn't seem to know about the clitoris!
Mary had a regular beau too, Pete. The two girls would compare notes and giggle at how clumsy and ineffective the boys were. They would joke about the boys' smelly fingers and acknowledge to each other, in fits of giggles, that they could do a better job for themselves. But they never went beyond joking about it.
They would often talk about one day meeting older boys who would know better what to do, and they both agreed to tell each other about everything. They had a half-baked plan to lose their virginities in the summer holidays. But they had no real idea how this might happen. So it didn't seem that likely to either of them. But it was fun to talk about it like it was a plan. They agreed it was important not to be virgins when they went to university in the autumn.
Assuming they were successful in their exams this term they planned to go to Queen's University. Gabby wanted to study law, but Mary thought that having two lawyer parents made it totally boring, so she had opted for English Literature.
Gabby enjoyed hearing Mary talk about sex. She would imagine her with her boy and try to picture him fingering her pussy. Sometimes in her own bed Gabby would play with her pussy and think about Mary with a boy. But in her reverie she would imagine it was her kissing Mary and fingering her. These thoughts would always make her cum hard.
