Femmeslash and other sexual innuendos are featured in this chapter.
Yesterday Once More
Mickey knew the feelings were wrong, but no matter how hard he tried to fight them, a small part of him knew that, for now at least, he would remain unsuccessful. He sighed to himself and closed his eyes, attempting to sleep, only for them to open a few seconds later once again.
He sighed again and lowered his gaze to where his friend was curled against his chest, her hair splayed around both of them, shining in the effect of a soft halo. Her arms had moved from around his waist to his hip, the other flat against his chest, her forehead resting just below his neck.
He lifted his hand and stroked a tendril of hair from her face, brushing it back behind her ears, and kissed the top of her head, his face pressed gently against her hair, breathing in the subtle scent of her perfume and the apples from her shampoo.
"G'night, Charlie…" he whispered, receiving a soft sigh in reply as she slept.
Sam lay on her back, her hand gently tracing the area around her breasts, trying to fool herself that it was Jo's hand, believing the other girl to be asleep. She ran her fingers upward and cupped a breast in one hand, taking a sharp breath inwards as a shiver ran down her spine. She tilted her head back and gently stroked and fondled her breast, arching into her own hand, her body jumping in response as she felt fingers close over hers, looking up questioningly into the piercing gaze of her friend.
"Does it really mean that much to you?" Jo asked, her tone soft, the sound of Sam touching herself proving more exciting to her than she had ever thought it would be.
Sam found herself nodding, unable to tear her eyes away from Jo's, heavily aware of the other girls fingers brushing her breast lightly.
Jo watched her for a second, before leaning forward and kissing her, Sam's mouth closing over hers in response, returning the hesitant kiss, the passion growing as both became more accustomed to it, Sam's hand eventually lifting and resting in Jo's hair.
Gina stood at the end of her drive, Jonathan's hand still firmly clasped in hers as they faced each other. "Thank you for a lovely time…" She said softly, holding Jonathan's gaze.
"My pleasure…" Jonathan smiled softly and leant forward, gently brushing Gina's hair behind her ear before leaning further forward and kissing her.
Gina's breath hitched and she almost pulled back a little, but let herself enjoy the kiss, loving the feel of his lips lingering over hers.
She slowly let her arms lift and encircle him, Jonathan holding her closely to him, his hand gently stroking her cheek, moving to her hair as he kissed her. "I'm glad you came out, G…" he whispered to her. "It wouldn't have been the same without you…"
Gina eventually broke the kiss and smiled at him, her face still inches from his. Jonathan softly rested his forehead on hers, holding her other hand in his, almost against his chest. "Don't worry about tomorrow…anyone knows how much your education means to you, they won't let you go…"
"I hope not…" Gina released a soft sigh and tilted her head a little until their lips met again, pressing two soft kisses against Jonathan's lips. "…I best get in." she whispered. "Thank you again for tonight…"