After an hour of working on the presentation, Winston and Zoë were finally finished. Zoë walked out of the student council room and headed towards the front door of the school, when she looked over and saw Rasha sitting on the stairs listening to her music. Zoë rushed over to her.

Rasha looked up and saw her girlfriend walking towards her. She pulled her earbuds out of her ears. "Hey! How did the presentation go?"

"It was…awkward. But we got it done."

"Oh really? Awkward because of us?"

"Erm, something like that." Zoë thought it would be best to spare Rasha the details of Winston's faux pas. "Why are you still here? I thought Goldi would've taken you home by now."

"She had a doctor's appointment that took a little longer than she thought. But she's on her way now."

"Oh okay, cool. Mind if I wait with you then?"

"Actually…" Rasha thought for a second, "Since you're here, do you want to help me out with something?"

"Uh, sure?" Zoë said raising an eyebrow. She was curious as to what her girlfriend was up to.

"Okay then, follow me." Rasha grabbed Zoë's forearm and led her down the hall.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

They finally reached their destination…the girls washroom. Rasha looked both ways down the hall before yanking Zoë inside.

Zoë looked around the washroom, then at Rasha. She was very confused. "Um, what are we doing in here?"

Rasha stepped towards Zoë and pulled her in. Their lips touched and they shared a kiss. When they pulled away, Zoë looked at her surprised. Much like their unexpected first kiss.

"Well, since you left me so high and dry, I was thinking, maybe you could help me out? I was going to fix the problem myself, but since you're here…" Rasha's eyes wondered down to her crotch. Then she looked back up at Zoë, making sure she got the hint. And she did.

Zoë gave her a devilish look. "Oh, is that all? I think I can help with that," she said playfully before pushing Rasha back towards the counter. She grabbed her girlfriend's face and smashed their lips together. They kissed for about a minute before Zoë abruptly stopped.

"Wait, how long until Goldi gets here?" She asked, heavily breathing.

Rasha looked at her phone. "About five minutes," she answered in the same manner.

Zoë nodded, "Then we better make this quick." She reached for Rasha's belt and began to unbuckle it. She pulled the zipper down and shoved her hand down the girl's jeans and boyshorts. It all happened so fast that Rasha felt her stomach drop. She was so turned on and her girlfriend was so unbelievably hot that it took her brain a second to catch up with her body. Zoë rubbed her fingers against her girlfriend's clit with her right hand as she reached her left hand behind the girl's short hair and pulled her into a greedy kiss.

A guttural moan escaped Rasha's mouth. "Ugh, that feels so good," she murmured into Zoë's lips.

"Yeah? You like that?" Zoë asked in a breathy tone.

Rasha could feel the brunette's hot breath on her lips, which turned her on even more. "Yes, keep going."

Zoë moved her fingers faster on the bundle of nerves. She reached her head around and sucked on Rasha's neck.

"Faster," Rasha pleaded.

Zoë moved her fingers as fast as she could, which felt amazing to Rasha in contrast to feeling Zoë's tongue moving slowly up her neck. The Syrian girl could feel herself getting close.

"Yes Zoë! Right there. Oh god!" She put her right arm around Zoë's shoulders as she rocked her hips back and forth into her hand. She put her left hand behind her on the counter for support.

The girls were so focused on each other that neither of them noticed the door open.

"Fuck Zoë!"

"Oh my gosh!" Goldi shrieked.

Zoë and Rasha both looked over at her and quickly pulled apart.

"Goldi!" Rasha rapidly pulled her zipper up and buttoned her pants.

Goldi covered her eyes and turned around. "Wow. Um, okay. I'm sorry. I just came in here to use the washroom."

Zoë huffed, "Seriously? Can't a couple of girls get some privacy around here?"

Goldi spun back around. "Excuse me? This is the girl's washroom. Last time I checked, it was here to use as a washroom. Not for some kinky lesbian sexcapade." She folded her arms and looked at them sternly.

Zoë sighed. "I'm sorry Goldi, I didn't mean it like that. It's just that, there's nowhere for us to have any privacy together. The only time Grace isn't home is when she's at play rehearsals, which Rasha goes to as well."

"Yeah, and your parents are always home, so we can't have any alone time there." Rasha added. "…Not that I would take advantage of their kindness by bringing a girl into my bedroom without their permission." She chortled nervously.

Goldi looked at them with soft eyes. "I get it. You guys should have somewhere that you can be alone with each other that isn't at school."

"That would be nice," Zoë agreed softly with disappointment in her voice.

"I wish there was something I could do to help."

"It's okay," Zoë said, "it's not your problem. We'll figure it out."

Goldi smiled at them apologetically. "Are you ready to go Rasha?"

Rasha looked at her girlfriend. "Um, actually," she looked back at Goldi, "can you give us a minute?"

"Seriously?" Goldi whined.

Rasha clasped her hands together and begged. "Pleaseee? You walked in at a…bad moment. Just two minutes, three tops, I swear." She poked her bottom lip out and made a puppy dog face at her friend.

Goldi sighed. "Fine. I'll go use the other washroom."

"Thank you! You're the best friend a girl could have!"

"Yeah yeah, come find me when you're done. I'll be at the stairs by the front of the school." She opened the door to leave, "And be sure to wash your hands thoroughly!" she added before walking out and closing the door behind her.

Rasha looked at Zoë. "We only have three minutes."

"Then we better make this quick." Zoë lifted the short-haired girl onto the counter and pulled down her pants and underwear in one swift motion before attaching her lips to her girlfriend's clit. She sucked as hard as she could, eliciting a loud moan from Rasha. She moved her tongue up and down, then side to side, then in circles as fast as she could. It wasn't long before Rasha was reaching her breaking point.

"Oh my god!" Rasha felt her walls tighten. "Zoë!" she exclaimed as the contractions began. She could feel a pool of wetness rush out of her body, and Zoë lapped up every last drop.

"God, you taste so good," Zoë said, wiping her mouth.

Rasha gave the brunette girl one last kiss. She could taste herself in Zoë's mouth. "Thanks for the favor." Rasha winked. "I should go meet up with Goldi."

The girls thoroughly washed their hands and walked out of the washroom. They gave each other a quick peck on the lips and parted ways.

Rasha walked down the hallway with a smile on her face, thinking about what had just happened. She finally reached the front door and saw Goldi sitting on the stairs.

"Finally." Goldi grabbed her bag and stood up. "Let's go home."

They walked to the parking lot and got in Goldi's car. They had been in the car for three minutes and neither of them had said a single word. Rasha was beginning to worry.

"Goldi? Are you weirded out by me being gay?" She looked over at her friend, awaiting a response.

"What? No, of course not. Don't be ridiculous. You know I love you and want you to be happy. Why would you ask that?"

"Because you haven't said a single word since we've gotten in the car. I don't know, it just feels like you're silently judging me or something. Or maybe you're grossed out?"

Goldi laughed at the ridiculous thought. "Rasha, I'm not grossed out by you, and I'm not judging you. Although I will admit, it was a bit shocking to walk in on you and Zoë doing those things. But, you're almost seventeen. You're old enough to know whether or not you're ready to take that next step with Zoë. Just because I believe I won't be ready to have sex until I'm married doesn't mean you have to do the same."

Rasha subconsciously unclenched the muscles she hadn't realized she had been squeezing. "I'm really relieved to hear you say that. You really are my best friend. I couldn't stand it if you were disgusted by me."

Goldi put her hand over Rasha's. "I could never be disgusted by you Rasha."

Rasha smiled at her friend. "Okay, so if you're not weirded out by me and Zoë, then why were you being so quiet?"

Goldi debated whether or not to tell her. Her friend had been very honest with her, so she felt like she owed her the same. "Well, I was just wondering…I don't mean to sound ignorant, but how do two girls…do it?"

Rasha's eyes widened. "Seriously? You're asking me for a lecture in lesbian sex 101?"

"I mean, I can imagine what you can do to pleasure each other, but if sex is widely defined as intercourse then how do you know when you've had sex and when it's just foreplay? Are you always going to be a virgin?"

Rasha understood why Goldi was confused. She was asked this question a lot by her straight friends back in Syria, and she even spent several nights questioning this herself. "Well, I think it depends on the person to define what sex is for them. Some lesbians think that they've only had sex when a strap-on is involved. Others think they've only had sex when they've had an orgasm. For me personally, I don't believe Zoë and I have actually had sex yet. I think what we did in there was just foreplay. Today was the first time we've ever done anything more than kissing, and I believe it was just that. More than kissing. When we're in a bed, naked under the sheets, looking into each others eyes and connecting on a whole new level, that's when I believe we'll have had sex for the first time."

Goldi sat there and thought about Rasha's answer. "That makes sense. Thanks for clearing that up. I've always wondered, but was too afraid to google it in fear of coming across some filthy websites."

"Goldi, you're my friend. You can ask me anything." Rasha smiled.

Goldi smiled back. "Wait, so do you watch porn? How else did you know what to do with Zoë? Have you had sex before with a girl back in Syria, or was that stuff with Zoë your first time doing anything sexual? …Have you ever had sex with a guy?! How do you know if sex with a girl is better than with a guy? How do you even know that you're really gay?!" Goldi had so many burning questions that she had been wanting to ask her lesbian best friend since she came out to her.

Rasha rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Okay, let's start with the first question…"

"What's got you so happy Rivas?" Grace asked as she walked into the guest room and threw herself onto the bed next to Zoë, who was sitting cross-legged with her math book in front of her.

Since leaving the school, Zoë had a grin on her face that she couldn't get rid of. "Rasha and I…fooled around," Zoë said excitedly.

"Seriously?" Grace asked as she sat up and faced Zoë, mirroring her seated position. "At school?"

"Yeah, in the QSA room after school."

"You mean the Muslim prayer room."

Zoë threw her hands in the air. "Why does everyone keep saying that? It's the QSA room too. Everyone makes it sound like we had gay sex in the middle of a church service or something."

"Which you would do," Grace teased. She looked over and noticed that Zoë was not amused. "Okay okay, geez. I'll refer to it as the QSA room."

"Thank you." Zoë laid back against the headboard.

"So, how was it? Did you guys go all the way? Did you rip all of her clothes off?" Grace asked with a smirk.

"Yeah right! Like I would risk that at school. We had all of our clothes on and just, you know…did stuff..."

Grace stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"...like touching," Zoë said shyly.

"Touching with fingers? Or touching with tongue..." Grace grinned.

"Maybe both," Zoë said shyly, sitting up to continue working on her homework.

"You totally did! You sly dog," Grace said as she hit Zoë's arm with the small pillow that was next to her. "So how was it?"

"Well, it was amazing…until Winston walked in."

"Yikes. That sounds awkward."

"Oh, it was. And the worst part was that afterwards he kept imagining us together, doing it…and got aroused."

"By aroused, you mean…"

"Yes. That's exactly what I mean." Zoë shivered thinking about it.

"Well, it's not like guys can really help that. Teenage boy hormones are notorious for causing boners at the worst time, or so Zig tells me."

"Yeah I know. I'm just tired of guys using us lesbians as eye candy for their inaccurate fantasies. Do you know how many times a day some guy at Degrassi tells me and Rasha that he has just what we need in the bedroom? Or how many times some pervert asks us to kiss for him? It's disgusting and I'm sick of it. And to know that one of the few decent guys I know thinks about us like all of the others. It's just messed up."

Grace looked at her sympathetically. "That's the price of being hot lesbians out of the closet in high school I guess."

"I know. Ugh, it just sucks." Zoë closed her textbook and threw her pencil on top. "Oh, and Goldi caught us doing it again in the girls washroom."

"Holy shit Zoë, how many times did you guys do it at school?!"

"Only twice! I swear."

Grace stared at her, eyes wide in disbelief.

"What? Teenage girls get horny too! And it's been awhile since I've had that kind of pleasure that wasn't courtesy of myself."

"Did she freak?" Grace was intrigued.

"No, she was actually pretty cool about it. I thought she was going to flip out…or pass out, but she was pretty calm. Well, calm for Goldi at least."

Grace nodded, her eyebrows were raised in surprise.

"She actually let us finish."

"Okay, TMI. So, why are you guys doing it at school and not right here in your comfy bed?" Grace patted the empty spot on the bed next to her.

Zoë turned her body around to face Grace. "Well, it's not like we have any time alone to ourselves. Your mom is always home at nights and the only time you're out of the house is for rehearsals, which Rasha is at too. And we can't do it at Goldi's. If her parents catch us they would probably kick Rasha out."

"Hmm." Grace thought about it for a second. Zoë had a point. There was rarely any time where she and her mom weren't home. She looked over at Zoë, who had a doleful look on her face. Then she had an idea. "If I said I could get my mom out of the house, how soon would you want me to do it?"

Zoë looked up at her excitedly. "As soon as possible. I really want to have a special night with Rasha. I think we're ready for that next step."

"Then how about tomorrow night I take my mom to a movie? We can go see that new Ryan Gosling movie together. She's been bugging me about some mother-daughter time anyways."

Zoë grabbed Grace's arm. "Grace, that's perfect! Oh my god, thank you thank you THANK YOU! I owe you big time."

"Yeah yeah, I'll let you know how you can repay me when the time comes."

"I have to text Rasha." Zoë jumped off of the bed and rushed over to the desk where her phone was charging. She picked it up and began to frantically type.

Grace's forehead furrowed with concern. "Have you guys talked about this? I mean, even though you've done stuff at school, having full on naked sex in your bedroom is a little different. It's more intense and intimate. You might be ready for that, but are you sure Rasha is?"

Zoë stopped typing and looked over at her friend. "Well, we haven't exactly had a conversation about it. But I think she's ready."

"You better be sure. You don't want to make her feel pressured into doing something she's not ready for."

Zoë deleted what she had typed and set her phone down. "You're right. What should I do? Do you think this is a conversation we need to have in person? What do I even say? 'Hey Rasha, Grace and her mom will be out of the house tomorrow night. Wanna come over so we can get naked and have sex?'"

"Why not?" Grace asked genuinely.

"Grace, I was kidding! I can't say that!"

The goth laughed, "Zoë, she's your girlfriend. If you were really ready to have sex, then you would be able to talk to her about it openly and honestly."

Zoë sighed. "You're right. I'll ask her tomorrow and see what she says." She walked towards Grace and sat back down on the bed.

"Cool. You talk to Rasha and let me know what she says. If she says it's a go, then I'll talk to my mom about the movie. Deal?"

"Deal." They shook hands. Zoë smiled. She was possibly going to have sex with her girlfriend tomorrow night. Then it hit her …she was possibly going to have sex with her girlfriend tomorrow night. Suddenly she felt nauseous. Grace noticed the sudden change in Zoë's mood.

"What's wrong?" she asked, concerned.

"Grace, what if I'm not good? What if she sees my body and doesn't find me attractive? What if this ruins everything and suddenly we're not even friends anymore? Then we'll have to spend the rest of high school ignoring each other in the halls." The thought alone made Zoë want to throw up. She couldn't handle rejection like that again.

"What makes you think she won't like it?"

"Because…you know. You didn't."

Grace began to feel bad. She didn't mean to lower her friend's self confidence. She just realized that she wasn't gay like everyone had been telling her she was. "Zoë, I never said you weren't good."

"No, it was just bad enough to make you realize that you were straight." Zoë smashed her pillow over her face as she let her torso fall back onto the mattress.

Grace rolled her eyes and took the pillow off her friend's face. "Look, I can't help that I don't like girls. Just like you can't help that you don't like guys. Think about all of the guys that you've had sex with. They weren't bad at it. You just didn't feel anything from it. That's not their fault."

She had a point. Zoë had sex with Drew, Miles, even Zig. They weren't really bad at doing the deed. In fact, Zoë thought she actually liked it at the time. It wasn't until Grace that she realized what sex could really feel like. How amazing it could really be. And how sexy girls actually were. And Grace wasn't even one hundred percent into it. The little rendezvous she and Rasha had at school was the best sexual experience she's ever had, and it wasn't even the real thing. It could only get better from there…right?

Grace continued, "If it makes you feel any better, I totally would've liked it if I were gay. You have a killer bod."

"Really?" Zoë was surprised. "You mean that?"

"Of course dummy." Grace chuckled. "I'm sure your first time together will be amazing. Heck, just seeing you naked will probably make the girl have an orgasm," Grace said teasingly, hitting Zoë with the pillow that was in her hand.

Zoë took the pillow and hit her back before squinting her eyes at Grace. "Are you sure you're not gay?"

"Yes, I'm completely sure," Grace laughed.

"Maybe you just haven't found the right girl yet," Zoë joked.

"Har har," said Grace sarcastically.

"It's not too late!" Zoë grabbed grace's arm, "Come to our side Grace! It's more fun! We have boobs!"

Grace rolled her eyes. "I think I've had enough lesbian experiences to last a lifetime, thank you."

Zoë let go of her arm and laughed, "Okay fine."

The girls were quiet for a few moments.

Zoë looked over at Grace. "So, just to get this straight, if you were gay you totally would've had an orgasm? It's not because I was bad at it or did it wrong?"

Grace rolled her eyes. "Did Rasha have an orgasm today?"

"Well…yeah?"

"Then I think that's your answer."

"Thanks Grace." Zoë smiled. "You're a good friend."

"I know. I gave you like three orgasms that night." She boasted.

Zoë hit Grace hard on the arm, "You do realize that was only because I was thinking about Olivia Wilde the whole time, right?"

"Oh whatever! You were totally into me!"

"Yeah, yeah. You were like my default crush. I only liked you because I thought you were gay. Besides, every lesbian has a crush on her straight best friend at some point. It's practically a right of passage."

"Yeah well, I'm just glad you finally accepted yourself and that we are friends again. I really missed you."

"I missed you too." She smiled softly. "I'm glad I can talk to you about this stuff without it being weird or awkward."

"Me too."

"Now enough about me. Tell me about you and Jonah," Zoë said making kissy faces at Grace.

They were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening and closing. "Girls, I've got pizza!" Grace's mom yelled from downstairs.

"Oh look, dinner's ready! We better go eat it before it gets cold." Grace jumped off the bed and headed towards the door.

Zoë rolled her eyes. "This conversation isn't over. I will get details!" She followed Grace out the bedroom door and down the stairs.