Samantha could barely contain herself. She wasn't in love with her… she couldn't be! Cathy Smith was her best friend! Ever since she came to Earth, Sam couldn't deny the connection they seemed to share. It was like they were made for each other, always knowing what the other felt. They would stay up long nights in the clubhouse, braiding each other's hair and talking about boys. Eventually, the subject would vary. It could go from boys, to Earth customs, then love. Cathy asked her yesterday who she loved. Sam couldn't bring herself to tell her that she was what she wanted, what she desired. She couldn't be a lesbian, could she? The gnawing need in her stomach, the butterflies she would feel whenever the alien was near her. Her cute, lovable smile always plastered on her face. She wanted to be friends with everybody, even Jeremy, who stalked her. Samantha found she was also growing attracted to Chris, her best friend since she was five. Sam had been struggling to find out what exactly she was feeling for Cathy.
She had talked it over with Mr. Smith. He had been surprised at first, asking if it was normal that she have feelings for his granddaughter.
"Yes, Mr. Smith, it is. Well, in my case, anyway. Female humans who have feelings for other Females are called Lesbians. But, I'm not one. I'm Bisexual, which means I have feelings for both Men and Women. I love Chris as well as Cathy. I just wanted to check with you, to ask for your blessing."
Samantha shifted her feet, unsure of the elder's response. What would he say? Surely there had to be something positive to this, right? He knew they spent most of their time together, but he never knew they could have fallen in love.
"Does she have feelings for you?" He asked. If she did, he couldn't deny her happiness. He loved Sam, her and the other two boys had become like family to him. If two wanted to become one, he would see to it that it happened.
"If you really love my granddaughter, you'll take care of her, won't you?" Sam nodded. I'll make sure she stays happy. If she doesn't have feelings for me, then I understand. But, I'd still want us to be friends." Sam gave her father figure a smile. Mr. Smith returned it, before saying "Very well. If you love her, and if she loves you back, then I give you my blessing. You may be together, forever." Samantha beamed and gave Mr. Smith a big hug.
"Oh thank you Mr. Smith!" The old man chuckled as the youth ran down the street to her house. "Kids these days…." With that said, he closed the door and went to sleep.
Sam rolled her eyes backward as she fingered herself. Her hand slipped in and out of her core, gaining speed with every thrust. Sam gritted her teeth. This was incredible. The pumping became smoother and smoother, as if her inner walls had been lubricated. She was close. Sam envisioned everything she could about Cathy. Her curves, her body, her beautiful face. Sam knew this was wrong. But she didn't care. She loved Cathy. And until she returned those feelings, this would happen every night until then. Sam let out a small scream. Some of her liquids dripped from her core, landing on her thighs and giving her fingers some more lubricant to function. Slipping in her whole hand, Samantha felt herself achieving what she wanted. Slamming her hand inside of herself and pulling it out quickly seemed to do the trick. One last time would do it. "I love you, Cathy…" Sam slammed herself on her hand again, breaking her wall and feeling a tidal wave of ecstasy wash over her. She closed her eyes shut and let out a muffled scream. Tears ran down her cheeks, dripping onto the bed. Pulling her hand out, she saw it was drenched in pure, white love. Sam licked her hand clean, savoring its tangy, sweet flavor. Smiling to herself at the thought of doing that to Cathy one day, the girl covered herself and fell asleep.
