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It all started the day my family and I moved into our new house.
We had made numerous trips back and forth from house to house and I had detected no teens my age - I am 18 - until Christina caught my eye on the final trip.
While she caught my eye, my breath caught in my throat: I found her stunning, and that is when my thoughts caught up with me. Did I seriously like girls? When I was younger, I had found it repulsive that girls could get with other girls. But recently, it was a fantasy of mine to kiss another female, to have her make me scream. People can change their minds, can't they? I shook out of my private musings and looked at her again, only to find her staring at me, her eyes boring holes deep into mine.
She was giving me a seductive smirk, as if she knew that I was simply turned on by seeing her stare at me. I smiled back to her and she then approached in what appeared to be slow motion. I saw her walking, her body slowly coming into clearer focus. Her figure swaying from side to side, her dirty blonde hair flowing in the breeze. It was almost like a scene from a movie, the type of scene where a person is entranced by the sight in front of them. Time seemed to pass in decades rather than seconds and before I knew it, the young woman was standing in front of me.
"Hi, I'm Christina. Welcome to the neighborhood," she said, extending her hand to me with a smile. I grasped her palm and felt its smoothness.
"I'm Amelia, nice to meet you," I said, looking into her brown eyes. It appeared to me that her eyes were giving me a once over, although I could have been dreaming it. We exchanged some small talk: where I lived originally before moving here, our families, and school. I found out her and I would be going to the same high school, so at least I would be going in knowing someone. She was 18 likewise. We became fast friends, nearly inseparable as the summer lingered on.
When school started, Christina introduced me to her friends and they accepted me into their circle immediately. I tell you, I owed Christina a lot those first few months, helping me adjust to my new surroundings when she could have just as easily let me go about the school year adrift. Soon, I was invited into their exclusive clique, a girls-only club called "The Carpet Layers." Unbeknownst to me at the time, it would be a club which strengthened my view on girl-girl sex.
The day before my first "meeting," we were at Christina's house. She pulled me aside and wanted to know if I had any clue as to what the club was about. I obviously was clueless and told her I didn't know.
"Ames, are you bisexual at all?" she asked, point blank. "Because I've seen you look at me, kind of with longing. And our first meeting, I knew there was something, a spark that was set off in your body when we made eye contact."
I didn't know what to say. Was my secret fantasy life known to her? I started to blush furiously and my eyes were suddenly interested in the carpet. I had to lie, despite the growing excitement underneath my panties.
"What are you talking about Chrissie? That's disgusting!" I answered, but she was on to me. She saw through it.
"I don't think it's disgusting, and I know you don't think so either. I hear you when I sleepover; you think I'm asleep and I hear you masturbating, whispering my name. So let's try this again Ames. Do you like girls? Because 'The Carpet Layers' is a club for girls who are bisexual. The name is a quirky spin-off of girls who aren't shaved." She was looking right at me with her own version of bedroom eyes. Her stare was intense. I couldn't hold it any longer under her piercing glare.
"Yeah," I muttered, before raising my eyes to meet her impulsive gaze. "I like girls. In fact Chrissie, I like you. But you already knew that." My eyes were brimming with tears at my confession, but I giggled a little. She pulled me into a tight embrace, rubbing my back and then she told me it was all right. We then had a talk about our feelings, her saying that she had known that I was bi because of how I glanced at the girls in gym class, and I said that I wanted to feel her lips against mine since the first time we saw each other.
"Well, why don't we do that and see how we like it?" she suggested, and I blushed again.
"I don't know, I don't think I'm ready for that just yet," I replied, looking away yet seeing her smile at my shyness out of the corner of my eye. "Masturbating silently - or so I thought - is one thing. Openly kissing you is something else."