During the night, they'd both gotten half-dressed before getting back into bed. Mandy loved the way their bodies felt—smooth and malleable. "Was it good for you?" She asked nervously.
"Better than I imagined."
"No lie?" Her thigh jumped at the thought of their heated night.
Gabby nodded, tracing a line up her arm and across her chest. "I like hearing you whine, frosh. About something other than school." Their laughter filled the room. "How, uh… how was your first time with a woman?"
"Easier than I would have thought." Her response was simple, but she wasn't ready to tell her she loved how well Gabby knew her body and knew how to make her shake. Without warning, Mandy leaned over and kissed Gabby, needing her once more.
Waking up the next morning, she smiled at the fact that Gabby had her arm wrapped around her waist. She didn't ever want to move or to even disturb the woman next to her, but she reached out and pushed back one of Gabby's braids. "Is that how you say 'good morning'?"
"No," Mandy laughed, getting shy. Were they were supposed to kiss again or go another round or was that only in moments of intense passion? Luckily, she didn't have to think so hard because Gabby rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed. "Are you leaving?"
"We're gonna have breakfast, right?" Mandy nodded. "Meet me at the cafeteria in thirty?"
"Sounds like a plan."
Gabby opened the door and leaned in to kiss her, sending her soaring. As they held each other, Scotty walked up. "Well, well, well… matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match," she sang. Mandy rolled her eyes and Gabby waved them goodbye. She walked into her room and Scotty grinned while staring at the bed. "Your hair, the bed, your clothes," she said pointing to each thing, "you two had sex!"
Scratching her head, Mandy ignored the accurate accusation by saying: "We're getting food in a bit. Want to join us?"
"Maybe… if you spill the tea."
She skipped a shower and repeatedly tried dodging Scotty's tries at interrogating her. "Yes, we hooked up"… "No, I'm not telling you what happened"… "I don't know, Scotty"… "I don't know, Scotty!"… "Just don't bring it up at breakfast, okay?" Mandy wouldn't lie, breakfast started awkwardly. She could tell that Gabby wanted to talk about their night. And that Scotty was itching to get the details. Sitting across from Gabby and making eyes at her over their pancakes, she wished they were alone. But she also wanted to discuss the night with Scotty. Her eyes met her best friend's. "One question, Aisha."
Her classmate took a beat. "Are you two a thing?" She whispered.
Mandy sighed. Why did it have to be that question? She thought. That was the one question she had absolutely no answer to. "I didn't say we'd answer."
"Yeah, I'm… we're just having fun, right, frosh?" Gabby winked. She agreed with a smile; but hearing that pissed Mandy off a little. But she couldn't put her finger on why. "See?" They talked and ate a bit more before leaving. Outside of the cafeteria, Scotty moved away to talk to someone she knew only in passing. Gabby stroked her palm and pulled her in for a hug. "Can I come by later?"
"Yes."
The rest of Mandy's day was spent in the library trying to distance herself from the room that Gabby had made her scream in and the bed that had housed her orgasms. Every time she thought about the night, she started to sweat in multiple places. It was like she'd been a virgin and had been touched for the very first time. Now, sex with Gabrielle was all she could think about. Was this what people when they said a person got "turned out"? Was she?
Mandy really wished that she had someone to talk about this with. Someone who could understand or someone who knew her before. She shook her head and reread a sentence for the twelfth time. "This is insane," she said to herself. Apparently, she hadn't gone far enough away from her room or hadn't been gone long enough because when she returned, all she could see where the exact places on the bed that had made her call out another woman's name. She took the covers and sheets to basement to do laundry and the coolness of the area sobered her for the time being. "Hey, Mandy," someone said while she was mid-thought.
"Hey, Joyce."
The two of them talked about nothing really while their stuff cleaned. Mandy watched Joyce's face and took note that she was really pretty, but she wasn't attracted to her—didn't want to particularly know anything about her or even kiss her. She was just a woman. Like some men were just men. "And my roommate, you know, Taylor, right?" Mandy nodded. "Well, she got wasted, stumbled in at like three, threw up everywhere including on my bedspread while I was sleeping and it was a mess. Then, she puts it in the washing machine and goes to class."
"Good Lord," Mandy said thanking God that she didn't have a roommate.
"You're so lucky."
"Truly."
When Gabby came by later, Mandy spent the entire time nodding at her questions and wondering if they could make love again. It was all she could think about. The sophomore clogged her senses. An hour into her stay, Gabby checked the time. "I should go. I left my key in my room and my roommate will be asleep soon."
Mandy nodded. "Oh… okay." They scrambled off of the bed. "I mean, you could stay here," she blurted out. "If you want. Only if you want. Though you'll probably be more comfortable in your own bed and—"
Gabby kissed her. Even though it had only been a few hours since their last one, she missed Gabby's lips. "Damn, I've been waiting to do that." They kissed once again. "And you talk a lot. I thought I was getting a shy girlfriend."
"I am shy," Mandy insisted. "I just get anxious and that's… wait, girlfriend?" There was a thumping somewhere, but she didn't know where it was coming from.
"Y-yeah. Unless you don't want to be?"
"But, uh, I thought were just 'having fun'."
Both of them just held each other. "I didn't mean it. I was nervous," Gabby admitted. "It's not just fun for me. I mean, it… it is, but it's more." Mandy took a minute to think about it all. Gabby wanted her? Like really wanted her. And was she really about to agree to having a girlfriend? And then what? She grabbed her head, freaking out a little. "Relax, frosh."
"I…" Her chest was caving with each breath. "I…"
"There is no pressure, babe. Just take some time to think about it."
"About what?"
"About being my girlfriend, my woman. I mean, we're already kind of exclusive."
Mandy jerked her head back a little. "'Kind of?' Are you… looking at anyone else?"
"Not after last night," Gabby blushed and Mandy did the same. "And even before then, Miranda. I only like you."
Grinning, Mandy moved in for another kiss, dissolving the conversation. Before anything major could happen, Gabby was asleep with her arm draped across her. Mandy stroked her friend's braids until she fell asleep.
The next morning, Gabby was gone but there was a note next to Mandy's head that read: "You fell asleep on me. Lunch at 1?"
"She actually went to sleep first," she said out loud before laying back down and going to sleep. When she woke up again, it was going on two o'clock. She was late and hustled to grab her shower caddy. After brushing her teeth, she jumped under the water, soaping slowly and rinsing off quickly while trying to think of anything other than Gabby and her soft lips and brown eyes. Shutting the water off, Mandy reached for her towel.
"Mandy?" A voice called out reverberated in the large bathroom. "Miranda?" She stayed quiet and listened as a few of the stall doors opened and several shower curtains were pushed to the side. As the person neared her shower stall, Miranda froze. "I see your flip-flops," the voice said. Gabby. "Are you okay?"
Mandy sucked her teeth and poked her head out. "Yes, yes. I overslept."
"Oh good. You didn't show up to the caf, I went by your room and you weren't there, so I thought…"
She grabbed her caddy. "Thought what?"
"Something had happened to you."
"It's only been an hour," Mandy argued, secretly happy that she had come looking for her.
Gabby kicked off her shoes. "A lot can happen in an hour." The sophomore took off her shirt, dropping it over the shower rod.
"W-what are you doing?"
"Can I join you?"
"What? No!" Mandy squeaked with wide eyes. "You can't. We can't."
"Sorry, I just…" Gabby reached for her shirt.
Mandy watched her breasts move in her bra and her body began throbbing. "Okay." How had she never noticed the beauty of a woman's body; how Gabby's jeans were tight around her thighs, but loose around her waist, allowing her underwear to be seen. And she knew what was under those panties, deliciousness. Mandy could practically taste her best friend, the way she had just the day before. Her first time doing anything like that. The door to the bathroom opened and Mandy pulled Gabby into the stall with her and spun the handle so that the water to cover their conversation.
Gabby reached over her and turned on the tiny radio that was in every other shower stall. Her hands dropped to Mandy's waist, gripping the towel, unknowingly sliding it down some. "I'm gonna go," Gabby told her in a soft voice beneath the sounds. "I was only teasing you, frosh." A smile covered her lips. "One kiss?"
"One," Mandy said trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. She grabbed a handful of Gabby's braids and pulled her down for a kiss. Her tongue darted into her mouth, exploring. The water was splattering on their mostly dry bodies and Mandy backed away. "Okay, that was one."
Gabby inhaled. "I'm wet." Both women blushed. "I mean, m-my clothes are wet."
"You can borrow something from me," Mandy said moving toward the curtain. She felt resistance and turned to see Gabby smiling. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She whispered as the steam from the shower rose around them.
"One more kiss," Gabby begged. Mandy swallowed and reached for Gabby's soaking wet jeans, she unbuttoned them. The two of them kissed again, giggling silently. Her hand searched awkwardly and when Gabby collapsed against her, she knew she had found what she'd been looking for.
"One," Mandy echoed with a seductive grin. One was never going to be enough.
"Frosh, please." Gabby begging her to continue made Mandy so wet. She couldn't believe what was happening. The thoughts in her head were nothing but gibberish. Her towel was on the floor and her body completely exposed under the crap lighting of the bathroom. Mandy's cheeks were red once more as she pulled her hand from Gabby's pants and covered her chest with her arms before picking up her towel. Gabby looked at her and backed up, tugging off her jeans and her panties.
Mandy watched, her mouth opening wider with each piece of clothing her friend removed. "Damn," she whispered. Her arms dropped slowly, her hand circling her belly button to the rhythm of her heart. Shaken, she turned, scolding herself in the corner. What in the hell did she think she was doing? This wasn't her, was it? A sex-craved woman who could only think about her lesbian lover? Before she could reply to her self-admonishing, Gabby's lips were on her back, kissing her shoulder blades. Mandy put her head back, sighing softly. She felt her on her spine, moving downward. When her lips hit her butt, Mandy turned feeling Gabby's mouth between her legs. "Yesss."
"Fuck, Miranda," Gabby said blowing her cool breath into her hot center.
The water fell around them and Mandy's hand flew out hoping to grab onto something. All she felt was smooth tile and she reached down and touched Gabby's head, lifting her leg slightly. She sucked and licked slowly, driving her tongue and fingers into her body. Mandy knew she was about to explode. "My God," she said. "I'm coming, baby. I'm coming."
"Shhh." Mandy bit her bottom lip and whined as Gabby stood up, tapping her button as they kissed slowly. Her legs were wobbly and she thought she might slip, but Gabby held her up. "How do you feel?"
Before Mandy could answer, lips were on her nipples, suckling and biting gently. "Amazing," she said looking down at her body being worshipped silently. "Your turn."
"It's—"
"Sit down," Mandy ordered with an authority that came from somewhere deep within her. She was usually reserved and quiet when having sex. What if someone didn't notice the shirt hanging on the rod and accidentally saw them? Or the pleasure was so good and they moaned too loudly? But none of that mattered because, right now, she wanted her.
Gabby did as she was told, raising an eyebrow. Mandy knelt in front of her, still feeling nervous about her newfound skill and slightly shaking. With a hesitant swipe of her tongue, the sophomore moaned. Water splashed into Mandy's eye and she just closed them began enjoying more of her… girlfriend? Was that really the appropriate thing for who they were and what they were doing? Was this an exclusive relationship? Mandy's lips paralleled the lips between Gabby's legs. She added a finger, mimicking what Gabby had done and listened as the woman inhaled sharply. "Right there."
"Shhh," Mandy reminded.
"But… baby..."
The freshmen moved up the sophomore's body kissing her ear as her fingers continued to thrust. "The echo is going to tell everyone what we're doing," she said in Gabby's ear. "They're going to hear you and wonder what the hell is happening."
Gabby grabbed Mandy's face and brought her in for a kiss as her hips took off and Mandy chuckled and watched the older woman's face twist with pleasure. Her heart was doing flips. Every thought of what people would say went out of the window when she kissed Gabby or when they talked about anything lying beside one another, comfortable. When Gabby looked at her, her insides melted. Mandy left the shower and tiptoed back to her room, her stomach rumbling with hunger and with passion. She got dressed and went back to the bathroom, taking Gabby a towel and some clothes.
In her room again, Scotty knocked and came in. "Hey, girl. I thought I saw you going to the shower with a towel. You're finished already?"
Mandy's face turned red. "I… did. I did. You did see that. It's for Becky," she said. Granted there may have been a "Becky" on campus, but Mandy didn't know one and by the look on Scotty's face, neither did she. "Yeah, she was calling for a towel when I was in there… earlier to use the bathroom. You know how she is."
"Who's Becky?" Scotty asked.
"Premed girl. She's in Fox's class with me." Mandy shook her head. "But, uh, are you hungry? Gabby was going to come through and we were going to get something to eat."
"I'll bet," Scotty said with a wink. "Let me go and get my shoes and wallet." She left the room and Mandy exhaled. "Oh, heeyy, Becky!"
Racing to the door, Mandy saw Gabby coming out of the bathroom and Scotty was halfway around the corner. "Why is she calling me Becky?"
