The next morning, Marcy woke up beside Sasha who was spooning her from behind. She turned around and saw the blonde stretch, yawn, and slowly open her eyes at the loss of body heat.
"Morning, princess," Sasha let out groggily as she snuggled closer once again and Marcy kissed her head.
"You're so vulnerable in the morning, I love it."
"Shut up."
"I might've asked you this already, but what made you start liking girls, especially me in particular?" Marcy asked.
Sasha held Marcy's hand. "Well, if I'm being honest, being trapped in Amphibia with two girls for almost a year allowed me to not only appreciate you and Anne more, but girls in general. They just get me more, you know? Do you have any idea how many dick pics I've gotten in high school, and guys asking for nudes? Too many. I just wanted to have fun and be a kid while all they saw was me shaking my ass in a mini skirt every afternoon. I could actually have logical, relatable conversations with girls, aaand cuddle and make out once in a while. In college, all guys wanted from me was sex. I'm not gonna say I didn't sleep with one or two of them because I did, and I did not enjoy it. Neither one of them knew or even cared to learn how to pleasure me. I was just an object for them to hit and run."
"Wow." Marcy turned red at the thought of Sasha sleeping with men, even though she genuinely felt bad about her experience with that. "I guess ya learn something new every day huh?"
"Yeah, I've been around, are you surprised? As for you in particular, well, I've known you almost my entire life and I think your cute, clumsy nerdiness and my muscular endurance and smartass attitude balance each other out pretty well. We pick each other up when we fall down, literally. How about you Marcy?"
"Well said. I always liked girls. You and Anne were the only people I really knew besides the kids from the chess club till I moved away. I met a couple of guys that eventually started to like me as more than a friend, but I wasn't interested in them like that. I just wanted to keep nerding out, as you would call it. Watch movies, play video games, Creatures & Caverns on Friday nights, of course. I enjoyed hanging out with people that shared my interests, but I never really wanted to be intimate with anyone there. I was in love with you, my brave, strong Sashy with her golden hair, sparkling red armor and cerulean eyes. My feelings for you somewhat faded as the years went by, but when we met up back at the airport and you welcomed me into your home for as long as i'd like, I realized it wasn't just some silly adolescent crush after all. Please don't kill me for what I'm about to say, but I would be lying if I said I didn't have feelings for Anne at one point too."
"Oh, I knew it."
"But I swear I don't anymore! Not since we were teens. I was a hormonal mess!"
"Don't worry about it Marce, I believe you. I was a hormonal mess too, but the scary kind. It seems to have lingered into adulthood for me though." They both laughed.
Marcy changed the subject. "So are you allowed back at anger management?"
"I'm not exactly sure, but I know when I'm not welcome, and I definitely don't want to see that guy ever again. I'll just find somewhere else to go. That's one good thing about L.A., you got choices."
"Yeah, sometimes too many." Marcy added. "I enjoy how small and simple Massachusetts is, but I missed all the places to go and things to do here."
"You sit inside all day."
"Don't get me wrong, Sasha. I'd love to get out but I've been working hard trying to get that story done so I can start getting paid again."
"I'm taking you on a date tonight. No questions asked."
"Where to?"
"Only that new restaurant you've been dying to try."
"No way! But can we afford it?"
"That doesn't matter."
Later that evening, Sasha and Marcy are escorted to a table by a waitress. She places a menu and glass of water in front of each of them, then walks away to give them time to decide what they want to order.
Hardly a minute went by before they both heard the voice of a young man, that voice being all too familiar for one of them.
"Hey Sasha, remember me?" The young man drags a chair over and sits with her and Marcy.
Sasha put the menu down to confirm her ears weren't deceiving her. It was her ex boyfriend. The poor woman couldn't get a break.
"Unfortunately. What are you doing here?"
He laughs. "My dad owns this place."
"Oh, cute." She said sarcastically. "Say hi to my girlfriend Marcy."
Marcy smiled and waved to him.
"You turned gay huh, did my sex blow your mind that much?"
"You have a small dick and big issues."
Marcy's inviting smile quickly turned uneasy. "Oh so this is one of the guys you were talking about this morning."
"Still thinking about me too I see," said the young man, continuing to poke the bear.
"I was telling Marcy how much you sucked in bed."
"We both know that's not true, and I'd do anything to see you naked again. Maybe your girl can join us, I love myself a hot Asian."
Marcy threw her glass of water at him. "You're right Sasha, this is fun!"
"That hot Asian is all mine. Fuck you and your daddy's little restaurant."
He got up from his chair, wiping the water away with their napkins. "YOU WILL NOT GET AWAY WITH THIS! NEITHER ONE OF YOU! CONSIDER YOURSELVES BANNED FOR LIFE!"
"I don't think either one of us care. Let's get out of here Marce, I got a better plan for us." They took each other's hand and scurried outside to the car.
A half an hour later, Sasha parked in a surprisingly unpopulated part of town.
"Ooo, stargazing?" Marcy said excitedly.
"Not exactly, but also not a bad idea. I kind of had something else in mind first." Sasha pressed a button and the roof of her car began covering them.
"Get in the backseat, and get naked." She demanded.
Marcy did exactly what was asked then Sasha took her shoes off and joined her, climbing on top.
"Undress me."
The dress Sasha was wearing zipped up the front for easy access. She knew what she was doing. Marcy undid the zipper and gasped.
"Where are your underwear?!"
"Oh, they wouldn't have fit under that skin-tight dress, trust me."
Marcy just stared at Sasha's bare, lean figure then helped her out of the dress completely and threw it somewhere in the front of the car. Their lips met while their hands freely roamed each other's bodies. Several minutes later, they pulled away.
"I think you're gonna enjoy this cuisine much more than any preppy, high-class restaurant. Before you feast, I must politely ask, may I please sit on your face, Mar-Mar?"
Marcy slowly nodded her head and Sasha hovered herself just above her mouth.
"Taste me like you've never eaten before. Devour every last drop of me like I'm the best meal you've ever had." Sasha begged then bent down and whispered: "And if I can't stop screaming, you're doing it right."
Marcy did as she was told, and needless to say, they both enjoyed every second. Then they switched roles.
Breathless, they both found their clothes, got dressed and hopped back into the front seats of the car. Sasha put the top back down so they could now lay back and enjoy the stars.
"Don't think I forgot about the stargazing, Mar-Mar."
Marcy's brain was still foggy from their sexual encounter in the backseat only minutes ago. "What? Oh, stargazing. It's such a beautiful night to be out here."
The two sat and talked while looking up at the sky for some time, then their bellies started rumbling.
Sasha checked the time on her phone. "Holy shit it's midnight!"
"We've been out here that long?"
"Time flies while you're having fun." Sasha winked and started the car. "I think it's about time we go get some real food." She turned the car around and started driving back into the city.
Since there were not many places still open at this hour, they decided to eat at an LGBTQ bar just a few blocks from their apartment. When they walked inside, they noticed it was quite empty with the exception of one other couple, a presumably single man and the staff since it was a Tuesday night and many people had work and/or school the next day.
They shared an order of nachos with a side of buffalo wings and a margarita each. Marcy noticed Sasha had barely touched her food and was already ordering another drink.
"Sasha are you gonna eat?"
"Yeah!" She grabbed a wing and nibbled on it a little, put it down and picked up her second drink.
Marcy cleared exactly half of the food and saw the bartender serving Sasha a third drink.
"What are you doing? Don't you have to drive home?"
"I'm fine, don't worry!"
"No you're not!"
"Fine, we'll just walk home then. Maybe if you weren't so damn clumsy, you could drive us home." She picked up a nacho and shoved it in her mouth, then washed it down with the drink. "I gotta pee." Sasha hiccuped and headed to the restroom, nearly losing her balance on the way there. When she was out of view, Marcy grabbed the car key out of Sasha's purse and shoved it in her pocket. She paid the bartender and fled off before Sasha returned, taking her car and driving away.
Luckily, traffic was pretty light so she didn't feel much pressure on the road. It was like a real-life video game where the steering wheel and pedals were her controls, and everything around her was obstacles she needed to dodge. She knew all the rules of the road and studied all the controls and features included in a typical car from top to bottom. Her long hair blew behind her as she drove. She felt like she was in complete control of everything around her. Most importantly, she felt free.