Sarah and Allison (part 1) - teen f/f romance
Cheerleading practice was cancelled at the last minute and I knew
my mom wouldn't be home so I decided to walk. It's only a little over
a mile and it was a nice warm afternoon. September in Connecticut is
one of the best months and I felt great as I started home. A couple
of guys honked as I was walking on North Main, but even that didn't
spoil my mood.
For a few minutes I found myself wondering what kind of thrill guys
got from honking and making jerks out of themselves over some girl
walking along, a girl they didn't know and would most likely never
meet. And not just guys my age, but men too, some of them really old
- past 40. I guess I'd never understand them. I didn't even
understand my boyfriend, Don.
I'm a sophomore in high school and I won't be sixteen until late
May. Don is a senior and will be 18 in a few months. He's been
pressuring me to have sex, but I've repeatedly told him that I'm not
ready. He thinks I'm holding out until I'm 16 because of a promise I
made to my mother - that's what I told him one night, but the truth is
that it just doesn't feel right. Oh, well, nothing to worry about
now.
On my way home, after I turn off Main Street, I have to pass
another high school, West Catholic. Our town has four high schools -
two public and two private - I go to one of the public high schools
located only 4 blocks from West Catholic. As I was walking past the
school I noticed a girls soccer game in progress on one of the
athletic fields bordering the street. I crossed the street and stood
by the fence to watch, thinking that I might know some of the players.
Most of the time you don't get to meet many kids who go the Catholic
school route - it's almost like you live in different towns.
I watched for a few minutes and only recognized one of the players.
It was a girl named Anne whom I'd known in junior high. I hadn't seen
her since eight grade and we hadn't really been friends. I was
turning away to resume my walk when I saw a tall blonde break out of
the pack with the ball and start up the field. I stopped to watch
because she was good. Very good. She passed the ball across the
front of the goal and darted in. Her teammate passed back and the
blonde drove it into the net. As she came back up the field, hands
held over her head in celebration, I saw that she was very pretty.
I decided to stay and watch the rest of the game. I walked back to
the gate and slipped through. As I walked over to the sideline I
found myself looking for the tall blonde. She wasn't on the field and
then I saw her standing on the sideline, drinking from a water bottle.
I stopped about 15 feet away from the bench and set my backpack on the
ground. A couple of the players glanced at me curiously and grinned
when they recognized my uniform.
I crouched by my backpack and watched the game, glancing over
occasionally to see if the blonde was going back into the game. She
was chatting with the coach and I found myself watching them more than
the game. She was several inches taller than my 5'7", I guessed about
5'11", and stunningly attractive. Her long blonde hair was done in a
French braid that fell to the small of her back. As I watched her a
little voice in my head whispered, "What the hell are you doing here,
staring at another girl?" I didn't have an answer.
I guess I should tell you a little about me. As I said, I'm 15 and
a sophomore at Central High. I'm 5'7" and weigh 122 pounds. I'm
fairly pretty, but by no means beautiful. I think of myself as
'averagely attractive'. My hair is light brown and was still streaked
with blonde from the hot summer sun at the beach. My eyes are
hazel/green, depending on my mood and the light. I have a fair
complexion and tan nicely, but I have problems with freckles if I
overdo it. My figure is ok, nothing spectacular - I'm small on top
(34b) and my hips are slim. My legs are my best feature - long and
slim and sleekly muscled. I know what people say about cheerleaders,
but the truth is that we have to be fit to do what we do. Since going
out for cheerleading I've been running every day and working out in
our home gym. It's hard and mostly boring, but worth it. I'm a good
student, 3.78 gpa, and active in school affairs. I want to go to
Yale, or maybe Harvard, and study history and political science.
Enough about me. The blonde went back into the game a few minutes
later and immediately scored another goal. Anne, the girl I knew in
junior high came out for a break and saw me. She picked up a water
bottle and came over to chat with me. We caught up on each other's
doings since eight grade and then I asked her how she liked West
Catholic. She grinned and said that she loved it and was glad she'd
let her mother talk her into it. Then, very casually, I mentioned the
blonde, expressing admiration for her two goals. I was suprised when
Anne made a face and said, "Oh, that's Allison. She just started here
this fall. She's only a freshman." Then she leaned close and
whispered, "She's a dyke! At least that's the rumor around school."
Then the coach called her and Anne trotted back to the bench.
I returned my attention to the game and watched Allison score
another goal to put West ahead for good. I wondered if Anne was right
about her being a dyke. I was repulsed by the thought. Or so I told
myself. I didn't want to admit it, but I was fascinated by her.
Especially after what Anne had said. I didn't know why - other girls
had never interested me in the slightest. To be honest, I wasn't even
that interested in boys. That was what was causing my problems with
Don.
Allison came out of the game with just two minutes left. West was
ahead by 2 goals and I guess she didn't want to risk having Allison
get hurt when they had a comfortable lead. Allison picked up a water
bottle and pour a little over her head. Then she took a long drink
before walking over to talk to the coach. The coach pointed at
something on the field and spoke rapidly for a minute or two. Allsion
nodded occasionally and then the coach was done and Allison turned
away from her.
She glanced my way and I saw her eyes pass over me and continue on.
I was surprised at the feeling of disappointment that welled up in me.
But a minute later she glanced at me again, smiled, and started toward
me. As she approached I found I was very nervous. She smiled and
said, "Hi, my name is Allison. I see you go to Central. Did you come
to spy on us?"
I blushed and whispered, "No, I'm not spying. I was just walking
home and saw the game and decided to stop and watch. Besides, we
don't play you."
Allsion grinned. "I knew that, I was just teasing." She glanced
out at the game and seemed satisified with what she saw because she
turned back to me an asked what year I was in. We chatted easily
until the game was over. I told her where I lived and discovered that
she lived one block over, her house was diagonally behind mine, just
one over.
When the game ended the team picked up all their equipment and
headed into the gym. Allison came over and asked me if I wanted to
join them and then we could walk home together. I saw Anne looking at
us and I knew it would be all over school if I accepted Allsion's
invitation. I hesitated and I saw a fleeting look of disappointment
pass across Allion's lovely face. I smiled and said, "That sounds
great!" She grinned and her whole face lit up. My little voice was
screaming, "Stupid! Stupid!", but I ignored it.
We walk to the gym and through it to the girl's locker room. I
hang back while the team gathers around the coach for her post-game
talk. It lasts about ten minutes. Then they break up and some of the
girls start to undress. The coach has a stack of clean towels on a
table at the entrance to the showers. I wonder if Allsion is going to
shower, but she comes back with her backpack and a sports bag. I pick
up my backpack and we leave together and walk home, chatting all the
way.
When we get to my house I see that both cars are gone, which means
that nobody is home. My brother is in college and both my parents
work. I invited Allison in but she is hesitant. "I don't want to
intrude," she says. I assure her that she's not intruding, that
nobody else is home. "But I NEED a shower." I grin and mention that
our house is modern, we have three showers! She smiles and says, "Ok,
I give up."
We go inside and drop our stuff in the kitched. Allison bring her
sports bag upstairs with her and I show her the bathroom that I share
with my brother. My mom is a bathroom freak and had them all redone a
few years ago. My bathroom (now that my brother is gone) has a tub on
the left as you walk in. Then a stall shower in the corner with two
glass walls. The tub and the shower are directly adjoining. The tub
is big and has a jaccuzzi unit with eight nozzles. On the opposite
wall are the toilet, sink, and a full-length mirror. Allison is very
impressed, especially with the tub. "God, that would feel good right
now. I get so battered during some games...."
I told her she was welcome to use it after she showered. She
grinned happily and started to peel off her uniform. I turned to
leave but she told me I was welcome to stay. "After all, we're both
girls. And we can talk." I hesitated for a moment and then told her
I'd be right back. I asked her if she wanted something to drink and
she said she'd love a Diet Coke. I nodded and headed down to the
kitchen. On the way, I stopped in my room and changed into cutoff
denim shorts and a t-shirt.
When I returned with the drinks Allison was in the shower
shampooing her long thick hair. I was shocked at how beautiful she
looked. Her slim body looked much better nude than clothed, something
I already knew to be unusual. I was especially fascinated by her long
strong legs and sleek firm thighs. As she turned to rinse her hair I
was surprised to see that her pubic area was bare and smooth, not a
trace of hair. I tapped on the glass and held up the Diet Coke, she
grinned and nodded. I opened the door enough to hand it in and waited
while she took a long sip. I tried not to stare, but it was hard.
Her breasts were so pretty, full and round and firm with pert pink
nipples that were hard and pointy.
She handed the can back and I turned and set it on the sink. Then I
put the cover down on the toilet and sat down. We chatted over the
noise of the water and it was mostly questions from Allison about
school, the town, the kids that lived in the neighborhood, and the
like. She told me they'd moved here from Minnesota in August. An
unexpected move because her dad had been offered a great job and
couldn't turn it down. I told her about my family, my parents are
both professionals, my mother a doctor and my father a lawyer, and
about my brother.
When she was done rinising off, I handed her a towel and began to
fill the tub for her. I could see that she had a couple of bruises on
her legs and one nasty scratch on her right thigh. She also had a
bruises on her knees. I asked her about that and she said,
"Basketball, that's my real sport. My knees take a beating." She
wrapped the towel around her head and stepped out of the shower. I
was surprised at how comfortable she seemed to be with being nude. I
mentioned it and she shrugged, "You get used to it - locker rooms are
not very private and I've been playing AAU Basketball since I was 10."
She climbed into the tub and settled down with a sigh. As soon as
the water was deep enough I turned on the jets and showed her how to
work the controls. She moaned with pleasure as the hard jets massaged
her. She sank down in the tub, resting her head on the edge, and
closed her eyes. I excused myself, telling her I'd be right back.
She said, "Ok" without opening her eyes.
I went downstairs and walked around in the yard for a few minutes
to clear my head. I was very confused. I told myself I wasn't gay,
but I couldn't deny the fact that I loved looking at Allison's nude
body and wanted to rush right back upstairs. I held out for a few
minutes and then went back inside. Allison opened her eyes when I
walked into the bathroom and asked if everything was ok. I nodded,
"Yes, everything's fine."
She gave me a long look and then asked if I wanted to join her. I
shook my head, "Not now. My mom will be home in a while." Allison
smiled, "Okay, some other time. She turned the jets off and opened
the drain. I leaned against the sink and watched her dry off. Then I
got my hairdryer and offered to dry her hair for her. She smiled and
said, "Really? I'd love that." She straddled the toilet, still nude,
facing the wall, and I stood behind her and dried her hair. It's so
long and thick that it took a while. Brushing it was a real chore and
I saw why she enjoyed having someone else do it for her.
Allison was dressed and we were sitting in the kitchen working on
homework when my mom came home. She was very friendly and I could
tell that she liked Allison. She did raise her eyebrows in mock
suprised when I told her that Allison not only went to West Catholic,
but was a lowly freshman. Allison groaned and gave me a playful punch
on the shoulder. It was fun. Mom inivted Allison to stay for dinner
but she said she had to get home before too long. She called and
there was no answer so we hung around in the kitchen, talking to my
mom.
Later, I walked Allison home. We went around the block although we
could have cut through the yard. She told me that there was another
home game at West the following afternoon, a makeup of a game that had
been postponed when the other team's bus had been involved in a minor
accident. I told her I had cheerleading practice. She sighed and
said, "I was hoping you'd come and watch the game." By this time we
were standing in the breezeway that connected her garage to the house.
She touched my arm and said, "I really like you, Sarah. A lot."
I felt as though a great weight had settled on my chest. I found
it hard to breathe. I glanced up at her and felt a wave of panic
sweep over me. "I like you too," I whispered. "Bye, I have to get
home." We stared at each other in silence for a moment, then I
started to turn to leave. She reached out and put her hand on my
shoulder. I stopped and glanced up at her. She slid her hand up to
the back of my neck and drew me close. I felt helpless. Her hand was
warm and strong on my neck.
She whispered, "I'm going to kiss you now." I nodded and turned my
face up to her. She leaned and pressed her mouth against mine and I
felt her tongue probing my closed mouth. I resisted for a moment
until she squeezed my neck gently. Then I opened my mouth and she
pushed her tongue in deep. When she released me I stepped back,
dazed, and whispered, "I've GOT to go." I turned and fled. I glanced
back as I reached the front sidewalk and saw her still standing there.
She waved and I waved back. Then I ran all the way home.
When I got home my mom asked if anything was wrong. I shook my
head and said, "No, everything's fine." What a lie! She told me
she'd really liked Allison and hoped to see her around more. I nodded
and said I did too and then went upstairs to do my homework.
Actually, I just sat and stared out the window. I could see Allison's
house through the trees and wondered if she was staring out her
window. Probably not, she wasn't confused.
My mom came up a few minutes later. "Sarah, are you sure nothing's
wrong?" I hesitated and then admitted that I was confused about a few
things. She sat down on my bed and listened as I told her how Don was
pressuring me to have sex and I didn't feel I was ready.
"Sarah, if you're not ready and I'm glad to hear that, then don't
give in just to please someone else. You're the only one who can make
these decisions and we've raised you to make the right ones for you.
For you, not for someone else."
