It's a quiet, uneventful Friday evening. I wish I could say that I have a date or that I have some people over, but this is not the case. Instead, I'm sitting on the couch with my sister sprawled across my lap. Try as I might, I wasn't able to shove her onto the floor. We're watching a movie I don't know the name of, eating chocolates and discussing the merits of the lead actor's chest. I know that Trina and I have the occasional disagreement, but when it comes to this guy we're definitely on the same page. However, the night suddenly becomes a lot less quiet and a lot more eventful: the doorbell rings. Granted, that event in itself isn't too exciting, but it could lead to the most magical adventuuuuuures…
"Hey-hey!" Cat may not be a magical adventure, but she comes closer than anyone I know. She walks in, gives me a hug that's about five seconds longer than appropriate, runs over to Trina and gives her the same lengthy greeting. I was at one point convinced that Cat has a crush on me, but from the way she acts you'd think she has a crush on everyone she meets. I guess that includes me, but… well, it's nice to be the only one. If I'm perfectly honest, Cat has made me doubt my heterosexuality more than once, as I'm pretty sure I shouldn't feel this affectionate towards a girl friend. Or, you know, want to make out with her. It doesn't help that Cat is so provocative: I can't tell if she returns my feelings or if she just enjoys flirting.
Either way, she just took my spot on the couch. Trina immediately lies down on her new living pillow, seemingly not caring about this change. I'm a bit more considerate and sit down next to Cat; in response, she puts an arm around me and rests her head on my shoulder. See, this is the kind of stuff that gets me confused. The way she's all touchy-feely. If I do that to a guy, it's a pretty blatant hint, but with Cat… I'm not sure if she realises what it means. Or what it does to me. If she does, then apparently her interest is divided, since she's also running her fingers through Trina's hair. It shouldn't make me as jealous as it does.
"Your hair's really pretty…" Cat says dreamily. Trina, of course, begins to talk excessively about exactly that.
"I know, right? I started using this new conditioner that boosts the colour and makes your hair more voluminous. I don't usually buy beauty products, 'cause hey–" she grins and gestures at herself, conveniently forgetting for a moment that she spends $80 on beauty products every month "–but I just couldn't leave it on the shelf. You should've seen the girl on the bottle. Her hair looked even nicer than mine. Well, before I started using the conditioner, anyway." Somehow, Cat is still listening. Either she's really good at faking interest or she genuinely cares about Trina's hair. Trina, meanwhile, has changed the topic to the greatest extent of her abilities: "But she didn't have much going for her besides the hair… I mean, the hair was nice, but she didn't have the perfect face to match it."
I quickly lose interest in the 'conversation' when Trina starts describing what the perfect face entails. It was kind of amusing the first five times I heard her checklist, but now it's just embarrassing. In case you couldn't guess (and if that's the case, you really don't know my sister), she just gives a ridiculously detailed description of her own face. Cat is still listening. Nobody could fake interest for this long, could they?
My attention is quickly drawn back when Cat interrupts Trina with a finger to the lips. I'm amazed Trina didn't bite that finger off, but it's bound to be an interesting development regardless. Cat tilts her head, studying Trina intensely. The pang of jealousy makes its return, but is quickly suppressed. Then, out of nowhere, Cat remarks: "I think you might have the perfect face." Revenge of the jealousy pang. Trina smiles widely as Cat continues: "I mean… you have everything you just listed…" She tilts her head the other way. "So you must be perfect! …I think."
"Yeah, I guess you could s–" Trina begins, but Cat interrupts her with a kiss.
Cat interrupts her with a kiss.
Cat interrupts her with a kiss.
Cat interrupts her with a kiss.
I think I have a fairly good understanding of what happened here (or rather, what is happening), but somehow I'm still failing to really get the message. I'm just looking at it, knowing that I should be reacting somehow. This knowledge does not translate to action, not even when they break the kiss and Trina huskily asks Cat to come up to her room. Two minutes after they head upstairs, I connect the dots and realise just what Trina is trying to achieve.
I rush up to Trina's room, but the incredibly loud moan coming from inside stops me from actually going in. Already! How is that even…? Unbelievable. Two minutes alone, and Trina is having sex with my girl-crush. Sounds like she's doing a good job of it, too. Meanwhile, I'm out here with only that feeling in my gut to keep me company. I should have done something earlier. I should have just told Cat how I feel. Now it's too late, and I may never get anoth–
"Mmmmmh, these chocolates are so good!"
…Huh?
"Told'ya. It's my secret stash. But don't tell Tori, OK?"
They're eating chocolate. Of freaking course. Leave it to Cat to make that sound sexual – the girl loves candy way too much. And what was that about 'not telling Tori'? Does Trina have a secret stash of quality bonbons from Belgium or something? Because if she does, I'm going to be very angry with her…
As I walk into Trina's room, I notice three things. First of all, there's an overwhelming amount of pictures featuring her. Her room has been that way for a while now, but it still makes me blink every time I come in. Secondly, there's a fancy-looking box filled with chocolates sitting on the bed. Possibly Belgian quality bonbons. For now, though, my anger takes a backseat to my shock: the third thing I notice is that Trina is naked. Also, Cat is very focused on the naked body opposite of her, almost as if she's studying it.
"Trina! Cat! What are you doing?" Cat turns towards me, a big smile lightning up her face.
"Oh, hey Tori! You want some choc–" She slaps a hand on her mouth and looks at Trina with large, worried eyes. Trina leans over and pets her leg reassuringly. Cat calms down, turns her head back to me and starts studying my body. I should probably be flattered about that, but right now I'm a little distracted by what's going on between Cat and my sister.
"Trina…" I repeat, wanting an explanation.
"Relax… I just told Cat what the perfect body looks like, and she wanted to see if my body's as perfect as my face. She's got a good sense about that sort of thing."
"I think Trina's body is perfecter…" Cat remarks offhandedly, staring at my waist. I try my best not to snap at her – it's not her fault. Not really. And I don't want to make her cry, which she probably would if I started yelling…
"Okay, okay… So are you guys done now?" I ask, unable to hide a slight hint of impatience with the two of them. Trina shrugs. Cat doesn't even seem to notice the question, instead continuing her sentence where she left off.
"…but I'd have to see you without clothes to be sure." Whoooaaaa, hold up there. Crush or no crush, I can't just get naked for Cat. I'm not like Trina. I have a sense of decency and modesty. Cat's now reaching out towards the hem of my shirt; I quickly take a step back to avoid her grabby hand. She makes a soft, disappointed sound and stares at her hand now reaching for empty space. I feel like I kicked a puppy. Suddenly, though, her face lights up like fireworks.
"Oh, I know! You want me to go first!" She smirks and winks at me; my heart immediately beats faster. It starts beating even faster when I see her pulling her shirt over her head. A voice in the back of my head tells me to stop her – must be that sense of decency and modesty – but I'm unable to. I mean, how often do I get this chance? And Cat without a shirt is… it's nice. She's just as tiny in breadth as she is in height, which makes her irresistibly cute. Her bra is black with light pink spots: sexy and innocent at the same time. And her stomach… her stomach is smooth and flat and I want to lick it and this is so not right but I can't look away.
She unhooks her bra next. I can't help but notice that it hooks in the front – it's kind of adorable. When it falls to the floor, my eyes linger on it just a moment before going back up Cat's body. Her breasts are so firm and perky… They're relatively big as well, considering how small she is. I know I don't have much base for comparison, seeing how Cat is my first girl-crush, but… honestly, I think they're perfect. If nothing else, they fit her perfectly.
While I'm still taking in her breasts, she hooks her thumbs in her skirt and panties and pulls both of them down in one motion. My eyes shoot downward to her hips – the curve of them is amazing. I trace my sight up her smooth leg to her firm inner thighs to her… her nether regions. She has a narrow triangle of brown hair, but the rest of her is smooth and shaven.
Cat spreads her arms and starts moving towards me, making grabby hands at me once again. I… I can't do this. Cat's great, but I'm just not ready to do what she wants me to. Without saying a word, I turn around and run for the hallway, leaving a confused Cat behind with Trina. As soon as I'm downstairs, I feel regret… It's the best choice (the only choice, really), but I still regret it.
I just hope she'll be OK with Trina…
A/N: This is part one of a three-shot. The next chapter will be in Trina's POV, and the final one in Cat's. This one was in Tori's POV, but you probably knew that already...
Hope you enjoyed it. Whether you did or didn't, you know what button to press, right? x3