Summary: Julie and Kirsten as teenagers. This is in an alternate universe where Jimmy is a bit younger than Kirsten, they broke up, and he is with Julie.
Author's Note: Just trying to clear my hard drive and found this story. Any questions about it, just ask.
Kirsten forced her blue eyes to shut tightly. "It's only happening because we're teenagers," She told herself. "I'm not really attracted to her, just experimenting."
The blond had found herself in a rather passionate kiss with a girl who was a year younger than she was, and was new to the community. She didn't even know the girl's last name, which led to her believe that perhaps she should stop things before they went too far.
"Julie, wait," Kirsten pulled back. She instinctively reached up and wiped away her smudged lip gloss. Although Kirsten would never admit it, she loved the brief feeling of Julie's lipstick mixed with hers.
Julie, the seventeen year old outsider with an intense glare that only softened when she was around Kirsten, momentarily froze. As she comprehended Kirsten's soft words, the auburn haired teen smiled. She kissed Kirsten once more, leaning forward and capturing the lips of the blond with her own, and then moving back once more to comply with Kirsten's request.
"What's wrong, KiKi?"
Kirsten forced herself not to wince at the nickname. Two weeks in Newport and already this brunette outside had picked up on the all-too-annoying nickname. The blond sighed quietly, her breathing returning to normal as she exhaled deeply. Did Julie not realize how wrong their situation was? Julie was dating Kirsten's ex, the guy that Kirsten had dated for four years. There was not a single thing about their desires that was acceptable, given the details.
"Should we be doing this?" Kirsten inquired. Her fingers wrapped around the silver necklace that adorned her neck, twirling it between her thumb and forefinger. It was a nervous habit, one that Kirsten really could not control.
With a look that conveyed that she was in deep thought, Julie furrowed her brows in concentration. Kirsten watched, in both amusement and intrigue, as the brunette seemed to weigh the situation and circumstances.
"It feels right," Julie whispered. "Doesn't it?" She neared Kirsten once again, slowly and uneasily. She attempted to judge Kirsten's reaction but the blond was unreadable.
"But is it even allowed?" Kirsten felt her worries rapidly dissolve as Julie's lips connected with her neck. She closed her icy blue eyes as Julie began working her way towards Kirsten's mouth, losing herself in the pleasure that came from kissing someone of her own sex.
The feel of Julie's skin upon her own, the way Julie tasted like innocence gone wrong; it was all too much for Kirsten to handle. She moaned again, realizing that she had made that particular sound more times in half of an hour than she ever had with Jimmy. That surprises her but she didn't focus on it too much, although she wanted to. Julie's hands were now gently easing up her shirt and it was hard to think of anything besides the glorious feeling the brunette's fingertips grazing over her stomach. Kirsten had never experienced so many feelings at once, and didn't want them to end anytime soon. As Julie initiated another warm kiss, Kirsten no longer cared if what they were doing was considered to be right or not. She finally agreed with Julie. It all felt right, and she wasn't going to deny that.