It was the first weekend of the Christmas holidays, but I was still living in my student house in Canley, by my university. I wanted to get a few days of studying in before I went back home to my parents, but I was also determined to meet at least one more girl before I went back too.
A friend had told me about a new lesbian chat app called Bluebird, and ever since I downloaded it a month ago I had been on it every two seconds. My profile was a genuine one: I was 20, I said I was a student, interested in having a laugh and fooling around – my picture was pretty flattering too, one of me in two French braids, exhibiting the shaved side of my head that I was still secretly quite excited about. I'm slim, but I didn't want to put my weight on my profile as I saw that as too weird. My healthy light brown skin hung tight around my face, and although I present as quite boyish, I have long feminine eyelashes that I love to flaunt. Picking a profile picture reminded me of all the things I liked about my body, you see.
Within about a week, I had started chatting to around 4 or 5 girls, but was too scared to meet up with any of them. A rather forward girl named Rebecca, however, saw through this, bit the bullet, and asked for my number anyways.
We swapped digits and agreed to meet up to go shopping on Saturday, I was excited but cynical, we got along swimmingly over chat, and I really couldn't deny how hot she looked on her profile. Still, I didn't want to get my hopes up.
On Saturday, I was sat at the mall, outside a café, chomping down a large dumpling soup with a close buddy of mine, who was chaperoning me just in case things went pear-shaped. I got a call from Rebecca, and after some directions, she finally arrived through the mall doors to where I was. I looked around, waving, unsure who she was, what she looked like in person.
"Oh. I think that's her." I said to my friend, as my eyes snapped onto a short, shapely brunette in a tight fitting dress, stood with a young well-dressed black boy, looking around nervously.
"Shit," I thought to myself, "she really is attractive."
We introduced ourselves, asked about home-towns, plans for Christmas, and our progress with Christmas shopping. We eventually got up and looked around to get some more shopping done, walking together with our two friends behind us. She was giggling, but her gaze was steady, her green eyes alert and inquisitive. It took all of my energy not to grab her there and then, her pert butt, her slim waist, all subtly visible through the dress. I smirked to myself, but I was nervous too.