The time I spent with by best friend Summer could be divided into two distinct categories. The first would include the various activities we pursued together, just as any normal girlfriends would - shopping, going to parties, talking about boys, studying, talking on the phone. The second category is filled with the countless times we buried our faces in each others pussies, kissed until our lips were swollen and explored our bodies. The two lives we lead never, ever crossed paths; we weren't dating, and the term "lesbian" hadn't ever come up. I often wondered what our newfound attraction for one another meant, but I never voided my ponderings to Summer. For one, I was afraid of what the truth might be. I didn't want to rock the boat, either.
I was grateful for the sexual escape I'd found in Summer. I liked boys - preferred them, actually - but along with male companionship came concepts like insecurity, betrayal, jealousy and birth control. Finding release with my best friend was not only pleasurable, it was easy and safe. During the times we weren't fooling around, life carried on as it always had. We talked about boys and dating, who we liked and what we hoped would happen with them. I was never jealous of Summer's boyfriends, because I knew what I shared with her was something she couldn't get anywhere else.
Not to mention, our oblivious parents gave us ample opportunity for private time together, suspecting nothing more than a typical girl friendship.
"Andrea," my mom inquired one morning before my first class, "What plans do you have for the weekend?"
I was supposed to be shopping with Summer on Saturday, and spending the night at her house afterwards. Hell, high water and Ryan Gosling couldn't keep me from it. But something told me parental guilt was about to set in, forcing me to do something I didn't particularly want to do.
"I was going to hang out with Summer," I spoke into my cereal, "Did you need something?"
"Well, your Aunt Molly has a conference in Seattle this weekend, and her housesitter backed out," Mom was already rolling her eyes at the mention of her wealthy, flamboyant sister.
"Ok..." I replied, not yet understanding what Aunt Molly's travel plans had to do with me.
"She wants to know if you'll stay at her condo this weekend," she explained, "Apparently a tank of fish and a stack of mail seem important enough to pay a college freshman $100 to take care of..."
"A hundred bucks!?" I choked, "Seriously?"
"Yeah, and she said you could bring a friend if you wanted to, just no parties." My mom added the "no parties" part, I'd bet money on it. Aunt Molly would have never said something like that.
Struggling to suppress a grin, I pondered the possibilities of a weekend alone with Summer in my aunt's posh urban condo. Plus, the spending money I'd be earning.
"I think I can swing it, Mom," I said. I'm such a giver, really.
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Summer and I dropped our bags in the foyer of Aunt Molly's condo.
"Holy shit!" Summer squealed, "This place is so cool!" She skipped over to the giant window facing out over the city, and placed her hands on the glass. I walked to the kitchen and found a note on the black granite countertop:
"Hey Girls! Thanks for keeping an eye on the place for me. Fish food's in the pantry, key to the mailbox is in the junk drawer, and there are plenty of towels and sheets in the hall closet. Make yourselves at home and enjoy your weekend!"
Paperclipped to the envelope were two $100 bills. Either Mom didn't want to make the deal seem this sweet, or Aunt Molly was feeling particularly generous.
"Seriously," Summer said as she joined me in the kitchen, "This place is straight out of the movies."
"Yeah, Aunt Molly is pretty cool," I tried to act natural, "I remember when she bought this place, I helped her pick out some stuff. Wanna see my favorite part??"
I led Summer through Aunt Molly's bedroom into her master bath. Situated in the corner of the bathroom-as-large-as-my-bedroom was a jetted tub lined with candles and fancy soaps.
"No fucking way!" Summer yipped, "That thing's big enough to fit four people!"
"You put our bags away and grab a bottle of wine from the dining room, and I'll run us some water?" I offered.
"I'm on it!"
As Summer dashed out of the room, I set to work lighting candles and stripping off my clothes. I was down to bra and panties when she returned, toting a bottle of red wine I knew nothing about, but probably cost more than I made in an entire week at my part-time job. She made quick work of her clothes, too and soon she was completely naked. We both eased our way into the steamy water, perched next to each other on the longest side of the wedge-shaped tub.
"You know what would make this perfect," Summer said as she twisted her long hair into a bun.
"What's that?"
"Some music. With all the money your aunt spends on her place, this bathroom really oughta have..."
Before she finished her sentence, I'd found the remove Aunt Molly keeps near the tub and clicked on the satellite radio. It was preset to her favorite 90s radio station, with Hootie and the Blowfish hootie-ing their hearts out.
"Sweeeet," Summer leaned her head back and hissed, like she was in heaven. The sight of her hard nipples bobbing in and out of the top of the water as she breathed were begging me to suck them. I wondered how long I had to wait before initiating some playtime.
"You know, Andrea," Summer pondered aloud after she took a pull straight from the bottle of wine and passed it to me, "I think I like your Aunt Molly."
I laughed, "You've never even met her!"
"I know, but she has excellent taste and she doesn't seem to let men run her life."
"Well..." I started to explain.
"--I mean, you said she's at the top of her game professionally, right?"
