Summary:
After her night with Rainn, Sarah wants to understand the goth dyke lifestyle. Fortunately, she knows two girls who can help her out with that...
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When Amy woke up that Saturday, her arm draped over Alice, she found that her girlfriend was already awake and sitting up in bed, enjoying a cigarette.
She smiled at Alice, and removed the cigarette from her girlfriend's mouth. After taking a big drag herself, she brought her lips to Alice's, forcing the smoke and then her tongue into her mouth.
"You're excited this morning," Alice said, a grin on her face.
"Well," Amy smiled as she took another drag and returned the cigarette to Alice, "I've just got that feeling, you know. It's going to be a good day - I just
know
."
"You know," Alice said, stubbing out the cigarette and pulling Amy close to her, "I think you're right."
She pulled Amy in for a kiss, and that one kiss became many, as it always did. As far as Alice and Amy were concerned, it was the perfect way to start the day. The two girls loved it, wrapping their arms around each other and pitting their tongues and lips against each other in a battle for dominance that both of them were keen to win and entirely happy to lose.
They could have stayed there forever, but eventually hunger pangs struck, and the two girls clambered out of bed.
They got dressed, Alice in a black minidress that hung on her perfectly, and fit tightly in all the right places. It was sleeveless, exposing the goth girl's tattooed arms and legs. She knew the effect it had on Amy, and she was hoping that it would have a similar effect on someone else later that day. With Sarah in mind, she chose to wear ripped tights and forgo her panties. It didn't go unnoticed by Amy, who couldn't keep a smile from her face.
Amy, meanwhile, went for one of her favourite outfits - ripped tights, a short skirt and a see-through top, which would be complemented with a leather jacket and chunky boots. It was almost a default for her - she loved this outfit, and she'd wear it every day if she could. It put a smile on Alice's face too, for two very different reasons. Sure, Amy looked
hot
, there was no doubt about that, but it was also how symbolic it was - this was the outfit Alice was wearing when she'd first met Amy, and the old Amy left no doubt about how disgusted she was. To see her wearing it with pride made Alice's heart flutter a little bit - she doubted that thrill would ever wear off. It was a sign of how far they'd both come.
After getting dressed, Alice lit two cigarettes - one for them both, as was their habit - and they wandered downstairs to make some food.
As Amy dug in, Alice didn't feel too hungry. She nudged at her breakfast, her mind elsewhere as she thought about the potential for the day.
And then, almost out of nowhere:
"Amy, how are you feeling about the Sarah situation?"
Alice tried to be casual, but Amy had been her girlfriend long enough to detect a devious undercurrent to the question.
"Why are you asking?"
Alice didn't reply immediately - she seemed faraway, and merely smiled in response.
"Oh, it's nothing. It's just, well, I might have a little surprise for you later on."
Amy was excited, and she flooded Alice with questions, but her girlfriend said nothing. She just encouraged her to wait - it'll be worth it, she promised.
"Why do I get the feeling that you always know more than I do, Alice?" Amy smiled at her.
Alice smiled back, innocent as she could look dressed all in black with a tattooed and pierced face: "I don't know what you mean."
They ate and chatted together - Amy was having a wonderful time speaking with her girlfriend, but she could tell Alice had something on her mind. Not something bad, no, nor something to be worried about, but - something.
Amy was intrigued and excited and, if she was honest, a little aroused - she'd come to learn that, if Alice had something up her sleeve, it was always good.
They were there for just under ten minutes before events kicked off.
There was a knock at the door - Amy looked to Alice, who nodded and smiled. Amy took the cue, stubbing out the remains of her cigarette before going to answer.
It was Sarah, but it was Sarah as she'd never seen her before.
Sarah was normally tightly-groomed, each outfit chosen to perfection - even when she was dressed casually, Amy knew how long she spent perfecting each casual look. But this was, well,
casual
- she wore a pair of black leggings, some white trainers and a white crop top, drawing all attention to her flat stomach.
Not that Amy wouldn't have looked anyway - her eyes were drawn to that black crescent moon, an exquisite design that could only have come from one place and one person she knew.
She looked at her friend's face, her long black hair hanging loosely around it, and saw Sarah was smiling.
"Hey Amy."
"Sarah," she said, hesitation in her voice, unsure of how to react after the row when they last spoke.
"Amy, I'm so sorry," Sarah burst out. "I didn't mean to judge you, but it was all so sudden and so different, and I couldn't process the changes. You weren't the Amy I knew, and I didn't know how to handle it.
"But now, I think I
do
. Well, I don't, but I want to - I met a girl last night, and she showed me how wonderful this could all be, and I don't want to come down from the high. And I was hoping that, if you aren't too angry with me, you'll show me, Amy?"
It was a surprise, but a wonderful one, and it lit up Amy's face.
"Of course," she said to her friend, "of course I will."
She wrapped her arms around Sarah, and gave her a gentle, reassuring hug. Sarah got a scent of Amy - a combination of a tasteful perfume and cigarette smoke on her clothing.
Amy invited Sarah into the house, and led her into the kitchen. Alice was still sitting at the table, a fresh cigarette hanging from her lips - she'd lit up after Amy got the door. She'd been expecting Sarah but intrigued to see if she'd detect any trace of Rainn's influence left over on her.
