"Zoë, please. I want you to fuck me," Rasha begged.
"Your wish is my command." Zoë complied. She slowly inserted her finger inside her girlfriend. She pushed it further in until it wouldn't go anymore, and then slowly pulled it back out. She repeated this process, watching the short-haired girl's facial expressions as she did so. She studied her face, getting turned on more and more each time she saw her facial muscles contort in pleasure. She added a second finger, which elicited a smile from the girl beneath her.
"Yes Zoë, fuck me harder."
Zoë began to pump her fingers faster. She could feel her own center ache as she continued to finger her girlfriend. Rasha caught onto this, so she reached down and began rubbing Zoë's clit. Both of them giving pleasure, both of them receiving pleasure. They began to vigorously rock their hips back and forth. Zoë could feel the blood rushing down her body to her core. She was so close. Rasha moved her fingers faster.
"Fuck," Zoë shouted. "Yes Rasha. I'm almost there."
"Me too," her girlfriend responded. "Ungh. Zoë. Don't stop. Zoë. Zoë..."
"Rasha! I'm gonna…I'm gonna…"
Beep beep beep beep
Zoë's eyes slowly opened to the sound of her alarm. It took her a few seconds to realize that Rasha wasn't actually in her bed, and that the lump under the sheets that she was humping was actually her pillow. It had all been a dream. She threw the pillow off of the bed and sighed disappointingly before reaching over to turn off the alarm.
Of course I would have a sex dream.
Zoë pulled the covers off of her and sat up at the edge of her bed, giving her body some time to wake up before standing up. When she finally did get out of bed, she felt a waterfall of liquid rush out of her body.
Shit.
She grabbed her phone and checked the calendar. According to the app, she wasn't supposed to get her period for another week. She pulled the covers back and inspected the sheet. No stain. She looked at the crotch of her red booty shorts. There was a huge wet stain there. She couldn't tell if it was blood or if it was just wet, so she ran to the bathroom to check. She pulled down her shorts and saw that it was just a clear, wet stain. She had no idea what it was from. It didn't smell like she had peed herself. She had never been that wet before, not even when she masturbated. She began to worry.
What if something's wrong with me? What if I have some kind of STI and leaking weird fluids is a symptom?
She took a shower to clean herself off. After getting dressed, she went downstairs to the kitchen and poured herself a bowl of cereal. She sat down at the table across from Grace and stared at the bowl.
"Well good morning to you too," Grace said sarcastically.
"Huh? Oh, sorry." Zoë pushed her cereal around with her spoon.
"What's wrong with you? Still nervous about talking to Rasha?"
"I think I have an STI," Zoë blurted out, catching Grace completely off guard.
Grace stared at her with raised eyebrows. "Seriously?"
"My life is over." Zoë dropped her face into her hands. "I didn't even think lesbians could get an STI. Her head shot up. "Oh my god," she said in a panicked tone.
"What?" Grace began to worry.
"What if I got it from Miles? Or even Zig? Or Drew? I could've gotten it from any one of them and I had no idea. Now Rasha's never going to want to have sex with me." She dropped her head back into her hands.
"Okay, slow down." Grace gently place her hand on Zoë's forearm. "What happened?"
Zoë lifted her head up. "Well, I woke up this morning and there was this fluid all over my shorts…I mean, all over. Like I had peed myself or something. But I hadn't."
"Well, what were you dreaming about?"
"I was dreaming about Rasha. And it was a good dream too. I mean, Grace, I dreamt that she was in my bed and we were having amazing sex. It was perfect…and hot. She was hot, and gorgeous. It was amazing…until my alarm woke me up and ruined it right when it was getting to the good part…if you know what I mean." Zoë shook her head as she remembered her stupid alarm waking her up too soon. "I was even humping my pillow, and-" Zoë noticed Grace trying to stifle her laughter with her hand over her mouth. "What? What's so funny?"
"Sounds to me like you had a wet dream!" Grace laughed.
"What?! Of course I didn't! Only boys get those. And last time I checked, I wasn't a boy…"
"Zoë, wet dreams aren't just for boys."
"Are you saying that because I'm a lesbian now, I'm going to get wet dreams like a boy?"
Grace raised her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't belief that her friend was so clueless. "No Zoë, I'm saying that everyone gets wet dreams. Boys and girls. No matter what sexual orientation. It's a part of growing up."
"Really? We get wet dreams too?" Zoë let the new piece of information sink in.
"Yep. Some girls even get them as much as guys do."
"If we get them too, then how come nobody ever talks about it? How come we didn't learn about that in health class?"
"I guess because with guys it's different. When they wake up after a wet dream, there's going to be a mess. But with us, it just dries up, like it never even happened."
"If that's true, then how come I was all wet when I woke up? Why wasn't it all dried up?"
Grace smirked. "Because you had a really good sex dream." She patted Zoë's arm and chuckled.
"Oh god, this is so embarrassing." Zoë's cheeks were beginning to turn pink.
"Relax. It's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure I've gotten them too. I've had some pretty sexy dreams myself."
Zoë became interested in the change of conversation. "Oh really?" A devilish smile spread across her face. "Now you have to tell me!"
"Yeah right. Besides, you don't want to hear about my straight girl fantasies."
"Um, yes. Yes, I do. Now spill!" If there was one thing Zoë loved more than cute girls, it was gossip.
"No way."
"Please Grace? I tell you everything! We're supposed to be best friends and you're holding out on me. It's not fair."
Grace shook her head and huffed. "Okay fine."
"Yay!" Zoë clapped in excitement. She rested her head on her fists and smiled as she waited for Grace to talk.
The goth girl rolled her eyes. "It was with Jared Leto and he did me from behind. Satisfied?" Grace grabbed her empty plate and walked towards the sink.
"You would like Jared Leto," Zoë said, grabbing her bowl and following suit.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for a man bun."
Zoë parked her red Volkswagen Beetle in the school parking lot.
"Okay Rivas…calm down…you can do this…don't be nervous," she said between deep breaths.
Zoë was going to school early to meet Rasha. Grace got a ride with Jonah so they could go over some play ideas at The Dot before school, so Zoë was all by herself.
"Okay." She took one more deep breath before getting out of the car. She walked into the front door of the building and saw Rasha talking to Goldi by the stairs.
"Hey, there you are!" Rasha said as she rushed over to Zoë. "So, what did you want to talk to me about?"
"Not here." Zoë grabbed her hand and took her to her usual hiding spot…the bench under the stairs.
"Wow, this must be something really secretive. Are we planning another scheme?" The Syrian girl began to get excited.
"No, nothing like that." Zoë's palms were beginning to sweat. She had no idea how to even start the conversation. "Here, let's sit down." She sat down on the bench and looked up at Rasha, who slowly sat down next to her.
"Okay, so this is a serious conversation." Now Rasha was the one getting nervous. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, everything's okay. It's just…I wanted to talk to you about…I mean, I wanted to ask you if…" Zoë tried to think of how to form the words, while Rasha waited with worry. "I don't even know how to say this."
"Oh no," Rasha said sadly. "Are you breaking up with me?"
"No, no! Not at all!" Zoë assured her as she grabbed the worried girl's hand to comfort her. "Quite the opposite, actually."
Now Rasha was just confused. "Okay, so if you're not breaking up with me then what is it?"
"Okay, I'm just going to come out and say it." She let out a big gasp of air. "Grace and her mom are going to be out of the house tonight so I was wondering if you wanted to come over." She blurted it out so fast that it all sounded like one big word.
Rasha grinned. "Is that all? You want to hang out tonight?" Her grin turned into laughter. "Zoë, do you have any idea how worried I was?"
Zoë had never felt so relieved in her entire life. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to ask you."
"Zoë, you're so silly! If you wanted to have a date night, all you had to do was ask. What, were you afraid I would say no? I'm your girlfriend. Plus, it's not like we've never been on a date before."
The brunette realized that her girlfriend hadn't caught on to what she was trying to ask her. She stood there with an awkward smile plastered on her face while she tried to work up the courage to ask, yet a second time, if Rasha wanted to have sex with her.
Ring
"There's the bell. I better get to class. You can give me the details later," Rasha said before giving Zoë a quick peck on the lips and hopping off of the bench.
"Ha ha, yeah. Later." Zoë said, watching her girlfriend walk up the stairs.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." Zoë said through gritted teeth as she smashed her notebook into her forehead. She went up the stairs and headed towards her first period class. When she got there, she threw her purse and her notebook onto the table next to Grace and sunk into her chair, letting gravity do all the work.
"Whoa. I take it the talk didn't go so well?" Grace asked.
"No, it went horrible. I told her that you and your mom would be out of the house tonight and asked if she wanted to come over."
Grace stared at her, waiting for the punchline. "…So, what's the problem?"
"The problem is that she thought I was just asking her if she wanted to come over and hang out."
"Ah, I see. I guess the difference in culture is to blame for this human margin of error?"
"Apparently. I guess I'm going to have to talk to her…again. It was hard enough the first time. I thought I was going to pass out."
"Look, just talk to her. And be blunt this time. Say 'Rasha, do you want to have sex with me tonight?' And that's it. No more sugar coating."
"Yeah, you're right. Ugh, why is this so hard?"
"Because you're asking a pretty girl to have sex with you and you're afraid of rejection," Grace explained, only slightly teasing.
Zoë shook her head and sighed.
Ring
The teacher shut the door. "Alright class, let's begin with Shakespeare."
Rasha walked down the hall towards the girl's washroom. She had asked for a hall pass to wash her hands since her pen had exploded, resulting in ink getting all over her hand. She opened the door and saw Goldi at the sink washing her hands.
"Oh, hey Goldi. Bathroom break?"
"Yeah, I drank way too much orange juice this morning. I was just about to head back to class. You?"
Rasha held up her hand to show Goldi the blue masterpiece that resembled something Jackson Pollock would paint. "I got into a fight with my pen. And the pen won." She went over to the sink next to Goldi and began scrubbing. "Hey, before you go, can I ask you something?"
"Yeah, sure," Goldi said wiping her hands off with a paper towel.
"You're in English class with Zoë now, right?"
"Yeah, I am. Why?"
"Have you noticed her acting weird?" She turned the water off and grabbed a paper towel.
"Not really. She seemed pretty normal to me. Why?"
Rasha threw the paper towel away and leaned back against the counter. "She was acting really weird this morning. First, she texted me to ask if we could meet early before school to talk. Then when we met up at the front of the school she dragged me down to some secluded bench under one of the staircases, as if she were about to tell me some super deep dark secret. And after a bunch of nervous stuttering, she finally asked me if I wanted to hang out tonight."
Goldi raised an eyebrow. "All that to ask you out on a date?"
"I know! It doesn't make any sense. Why would she be so hesitant to ask me that if we're already girlfriends?"
"Hmm. Well, what exactly did she say?"
"She said that Grace and her mom would be out of the house tonight and asked if I wanted to come over."
Goldi pursed her lips together.
"What?"
"Well, I don't think that Zoë was exactly asking you to hang out."
"You don't?" She scrunched her eyebrows together. "Then, what was she asking?"
"Based on the fact that the house is going to be empty, I think she was asking if you wanted to…be intimate."
Suddenly, everything made sense. Rasha closed her eyes and hit her palm onto her forehead. "I'm such an idiot." She shook her head in her hand.
Goldi took Rasha's hand away from her face. "You're not an idiot. It's just the cultural difference. Sometimes there's a language barrier."
Rasha let out a huge sigh.
"Just talk to her next class period. You have Chemistry together, right?"
"Yeah."
"So just talk to her then."
"You're right. I'll talk to her. …Wait, what do I say?"
"Tell her yes or no."
"But I don't even know if I'm ready. I told you, I've never had sex with a girl before. I've only done foreplay stuff. How do I know if I'm ready?"
Goldi thought about it. She wasn't the best person to go to for relationship problems, so she gave the best advice she could. "When you're ready, you'll know. If you trust her and you feel comfortable enough with her to go there, then I'd say you're ready. Zoë's a pretty understanding person. Just talk to her and figure it out together."
"Okay. I'll talk to her and see." Rasha nodded. "Thanks Goldi."
"Of course. Now, we both better get back to class before we get into trouble."
First period was over and Zoë was walking towards the science lab. She saw Rasha sitting at their lab station. They had about five minutes until class began, so she figured now would be a good time to clear the air.
"Hey, can we talk?" Zoë asked.
"I was actually about to ask you the same. Let's go out in the hall."
The girls walk down to the end of the hallway, which was empty.
Zoë didn't want any chance of Rasha misunderstanding her intentions again, so as soon as they reached the empty area Zoë blurted out, "I want to have sex with you." She was expecting her to be surprised or even run away screaming, but she didn't expect her to be so…calm.
"I know," Rasha admitted.
"You do?"
"I talked to Goldi. I asked her if she could help me figure out why you were acting so weird this morning, and she explained to me what it means when someone asks you to come over when nobody is home."
"Oh." Zoë was thankful for Goldi, otherwise this would have been a very awkward conversation...well, more awkward.
"The truth is, I wasn't expecting everything to move this fast. We've only known each other for two months, and I've spent the past thirty minutes trying to figure out if I'm even ready to take that next step."
"I know. This relationship is getting so intense in such a short amount of time. I've never felt this close to anyone before. I feel a real connection with you."
Rasha took her girlfriend's hand into her own. "I feel a real connection with you too. Which is why I think I'm ready to have sex with you."
"Really?!" Zoë beamed.
"Really," Rasha smiled. "Let's do it."
"Okay then!" Zoë had never been more excited for anything in her entire life. "I'll let Grace know and then give you all the details."
"Sounds perfect."
"We better get back to class before the bell rings," the brunette said trying to hide her eagerness, which wasn't working.
Rasha thought it was cute how excited her girlfriend was. They walked back to class and sat down at their lab station. Zoë pulled out her phone and texted Grace.
Tonight is a go!
A few seconds after sending the message, she heard her phone vibrate on the table.
Nice! I'll ask my mom about the movie.
Zoë's grin spread across her face. She was going to have sex tonight. Real lesbian sex with a real lesbian. Saying that she was excited was an understatement.