First Kiss, Last Kiss, Every Kiss
Copyright© 2026 by SpankLord40k
Chapter 12: Coming Out
Prom was approaching - the big event for Sophie as a senior, and Emily as her date. They’d decided: prom night would be their coming out. They’d arrive together, officially as a couple, and show everyone the truth.
The weeks leading up to prom, Emily decided to tell Sarah her plan first.
“Are you scared?” Sarah asked.
“Terrified,” Emily admitted. “What if Mom and Dad don’t approve? What if they’re disappointed in me?”
“They love you,” Sarah assured her. “They might be surprised, but Em, they’ll support you. I know they will.”
At school, boys kept asking Emily to prom. Each time, she turned them down with the same polite answer: “Thanks, but I already have a date.”
“Who is it?” they’d ask, curious.
“You’ll see at prom,” Emily would say with a mysterious smile.
They assumed she meant a boy from another school, or maybe an older guy. They’d find out soon enough that their assumption was very wrong.
Finally, prom night arrived.
Emily had chosen her outfit weeks ago - a stunning red dress that hit just above her knees, fitted at the bodice and flowing at the skirt, with a slit up one thigh that made her feel bold and beautiful. She’d left her hair long and straight, falling like a dark waterfall down her back. Her makeup was dramatic - bold red lips to match the dress, smoky eyes with dark liner, contouring that made her look older, more sophisticated.
She studied herself in the mirror. She looked stunning. She looked like a woman, not a girl.
Downstairs, her parents and Sarah waited. They knew Sophie was picking Emily up - they’d offered to take photos - but they still thought the girls were going as friends.
At exactly 7 PM, the doorbell rang.
Emily’s father answered it, and there stood Sophie, looking absolutely incredible. She wore a fitted black suit with a white shirt, the jacket tailored perfectly to her frame. Her dark hair was styled in elegant waves, and her makeup was dramatic - dark smoky eyes and deep red lips that matched Emily’s.
“Hi, Mr. Morrison,” Sophie said with that confident smile Emily loved. “Is Emily ready?”
“Uh, yes, she...” Her father looked confused. “Sophie, where’s your date? I thought you two were meeting up with your dates here for photos?”
This was it. The moment of truth.
Emily appeared at the top of the stairs, her heart pounding so hard she thought everyone must be able to hear it. She descended slowly, her eyes locked on Sophie, who looked up at her with such open admiration it made Emily’s breath catch.
Sarah emerged from the kitchen at that moment, having been helping their mother with dinner preparations. She froze when she saw Emily and Sophie, both dressed up, both looking at each other with unmistakable affection. A knowing smile crossed her face as she quietly positioned herself near the living room doorway.
“You look stunning,” Sophie breathed when Emily reached the bottom of the stairs.
“So do you,” Emily replied.
Then, with her parents and Sarah watching, Emily took Sophie’s hand, pulled her close, and kissed her.
Not a quick peck. A real kiss - lips moving together, Sophie’s hand coming up to cup Emily’s face, Emily’s free hand resting on Sophie’s shoulder. A kiss that left absolutely no room for misinterpretation.
The silence when they pulled apart was deafening.
Emily turned to face her parents, still holding Sophie’s hand. “Mom, Dad ... Sophie isn’t my friend. She’s my girlfriend. We’ve been together for over a year. We’re in love.”
Her mother’s hand flew to her mouth. Her father looked like someone had hit him over the head.
“I - “ Her mother started, then stopped. “Emily, why didn’t you tell us?”
“I was scared,” Emily admitted, tears starting to flow. “I was scared you’d be disappointed in me. That you wouldn’t understand. That you’d think it was just a phase or that I was too young to know what I want.”
“Emily...” Her father’s voice was strained.
“I know this is a surprise,” Emily continued, the words tumbling out now. “I know this isn’t what you expected. But I love her. I really, really love her. And I need you to be okay with that, because I can’t - I won’t - hide who I am anymore.”
Sophie squeezed her hand, lending silent support.
Emily’s mother stepped forward, her eyes searching Emily’s face. “Sweetie, I wish you’d felt you could tell us sooner. We love you. That hasn’t changed.”
“You’re not disappointed?” Emily asked, her voice breaking.
“Disappointed?” Her father finally found his voice. “Emily, honey, we could never be disappointed in you. We’re just ... surprised. We had no idea.”
“But...” Emily wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, smudging her carefully applied makeup. “But you’re really okay with this? With me being ... with me dating a girl?”
Her mother pulled her into a hug, careful not to crush her dress. “Sweetheart, we just want you to be happy. If Sophie makes you happy, then that’s all that matters to us.”
“We might need some time to adjust,” her father added honestly. “This is new for us. But Emily, you’re our daughter. We love you no matter what.”
Emily let out a small, broken sound, half a laugh, half a sob, and turned away as tears spilled over.
“Don’t cry, Em,” Sophie said softly, touching her face gently. “You’re going to ruin your beautiful makeup again.”
Her mother blinked, concern breaking through her smile. “Again? What does that mean?”
Emily shook her head, wiping at her cheeks. “I’ll tell you later,” she said quietly.
Her mother studied her for a moment, then smiled through her own tears. “Alright. Later. But you both look absolutely stunning. Now, let me get some pictures before you leave.”
Sarah was grinning from ear to ear, already pulling out her phone. “I want pictures too! This is such an important moment!”
They spent the next fifteen minutes taking photos - Emily and Sophie together, then with Sarah, then with their parents. Her father was a bit stiff at first, but by the end, he was smiling genuinely, telling them both to have a wonderful time.
“Be home by midnight,” her mother said, kissing Emily’s forehead. “And text us when you get there safely.”
“I will. I promise.” Emily hugged her parents one more time, then took Sophie’s hand again. “Ready?”
“Ready,” Sophie confirmed.
They walked out to Sophie’s car - a reliable older Honda that Sophie’s parents had given her for her eighteenth birthday. Once they were inside with the doors closed, Emily let out a huge breath.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she said.
“You were so brave,” Sophie said, reaching over to squeeze her hand. “I’m so proud of you.”
“I’m proud of us,” Emily corrected.
After Emily and Sophie had left, the sound of the car engine fading down the street, Emily’s parents stood in the entryway, still processing what had just happened. Her father closed the front door slowly, then turned to look at his wife with a bewildered expression.
“Did that just ... did we know about any of this?” he asked.
Sarah, who had been quietly collecting her things to leave, paused near the stairs. Her parents turned to look at her.
“Sarah,” her mother said carefully. “Did you know? About Emily and Sophie?”
Sarah met their eyes steadily and nodded. “Yes. I knew.”
“How long?” her father asked.
“A while,” Sarah admitted. “She told me months ago.”
Her mother’s expression shifted, hurt flickering across her face. “Why didn’t you tell us? We could have ... we could have talked to her, made sure she knew we’d support her...”
“Because it wasn’t my secret to tell,” Sarah said firmly but gently. “Em needed to come out on her own terms, in her own time. That’s not something I could do for her, no matter how much I wanted to make it easier.”
Her parents were quiet for a moment, absorbing this.
“You’re right,” her father said finally. “You’re absolutely right. That was her journey to make.”
“And she made it,” Sarah said with a proud smile. “Tonight. In the bravest way possible. You should be really proud of her.”
“We are,” her mother said softly. “We really are.”
Sarah picked up her purse and keys. “I should get going. But Mom, Dad? You handled that really well tonight. Emily was terrified you’d reject her, and instead you showed her nothing but love. That’s going to mean everything to her.”
She hugged them both, then headed for the door.
“Sarah?” her mother called after her.
Sarah turned back.
“Thank you. For being there for your sister. For keeping her confidence even when it was hard.”
Sarah smiled. “That’s what big sisters are for.”
And with that, she left, leaving her parents alone to process this new chapter in their daughter’s life.
As Sophie started the car and pulled out of the driveway, Emily found she couldn’t stand the silence. The adrenaline from coming out was still coursing through her, making her jittery and talkative.
“Your parents,” Emily said suddenly. “Are they okay with ... with us? With you being gay?”
Sophie glanced over at her with a small smile. “My parents are pretty amazing, honestly. I came out to them when I was sixteen, and they just said ‘okay, we love you.’ My mom even asked if there was anyone special I had my eye on.” She laughed. “I said no at the time, but I’d been thinking about you for a while, even then.”
“Really?” Emily felt warmth spread through her chest. “You noticed me before the party?”
“Of course I did. You’re beautiful, talented, and you have this energy about you - like you’re figuring out who you are but you’re not afraid of it. I thought you were straight, though, so I never said anything.”
“I thought I was straight too,” Emily admitted. “Until I kissed you.”
“And now?”
“Now I know I’m definitely not straight.” Emily squeezed Sophie’s hand. “I don’t know what label fits exactly - bi, pan, lesbian - but I know I’m in love with you. That’s what matters.”
“That’s what matters,” Sophie agreed.
They drove in comfortable silence for a bit, their hands linked over the center console. Then the school came into view, the parking lot already filling with cars, students in formal wear heading toward the entrance.
“You ready for this?” Sophie asked as she pulled into a parking spot. “People are going to stare.”
“Let them,” Emily said with more confidence than she felt. “We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just two people in love going to prom together.”
They got out of the car, and Emily immediately felt eyes on them. Her red dress was eye-catching, and people were noticing. Then Sophie came around to her side and offered her arm.
Emily took it, standing up straight, head held high.
They walked toward the entrance together, arm in arm, and the whispers started immediately.
“Is that Emily Morrison?”
“Who’s she with?”
“Wait, that’s Sophie Reed. Are they ... together?”
“Oh my god, I didn’t know Emily was gay.”
“They look amazing together though.”
Emily kept her expression calm, her grip on Sophie’s arm steady. They walked through the decorated archway into the gym, which had been transformed for prom. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling, creating a canopy of stars. Tables with silver and blue decorations lined the edges, and a DJ booth was set up at one end. A dance floor filled the center, already crowded with students.
The moment they entered, heads turned. Conversations paused. People stared.
Then Lola came rushing over, her pink dress swirling around her. “Em! Oh my god, you look incredible!” Her eyes widened as she took in who Emily was with. “Wait. You and Sophie? You’re together?”
“We are,” Emily said, her voice wavering slightly. “Have been for over a year.”
“A year?!” Lola’s mouth dropped open, and her expression shifted from surprise to something more complicated - hurt mixed with confusion. “Why didn’t you tell me? I’m your best friend, Em. We tell each other everything.”
Emily felt tears prick her eyes. “I know. I’m so sorry, Lola. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I...” She took a shaky breath. “I was terrified. What if you thought it was weird? What if it changed things between us? What if you didn’t want to be friends anymore?”
“Em...” Lola’s eyes were glistening now too. “You really thought I’d stop being your friend because you’re gay?”
“I didn’t know!” Emily said, her voice breaking. “I’ve heard stories about people losing their friends when they come out. I couldn’t risk losing you. You mean too much to me.”
Lola stepped forward and pulled Emily into a tight hug, both of them crying now. “You’re never going to lose me, you idiot. Never. I don’t care who you love. You’re my best friend.”
“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Emily sobbed into her shoulder.
“I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel safe enough to tell me,” Lola replied, pulling back to look at Emily’s face. “But Em, look at you. You look so happy. And Sophie...” She glanced at Sophie, who was watching them with understanding in her eyes. “She clearly makes you really happy.”
“She does,” Emily said, wiping her eyes. “She really does.”
Lola smiled through her tears. “Then that’s all that matters.” She pulled Emily into another hug, then opened her arms to include Sophie. “Welcome to the friend group, officially. As Em’s girlfriend this time.”
Tiffany and Erika appeared next, both in matching blue dresses. They stopped short when they saw Emily and Lola crying and hugging.
“What did we miss?” Tiffany asked, looking concerned.
“Em just came out,” Lola said, still holding Emily’s hand. “She’s been dating Sophie for over a year.”
Tiffany’s eyes went wide. “Over a year? Em!” Then her expression softened as she saw Emily’s tear-stained face. “Oh, honey. Were you scared to tell us?”
Emily nodded, not trusting her voice.
Erika stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Emily from the other side. “We love you. Nothing changes that. Nothing.”
“Nothing,” Tiffany agreed, joining the group hug. “You’re stuck with us forever, gay or straight or whatever you are. We’re your friends.”
They stood there in a huddle - the four friends who’d known each other since elementary school, now crying and laughing together at prom.
Finally, they pulled apart, all of them wiping their eyes and trying to salvage their makeup.
Lola looked at Emily’s face and winced sympathetically. “Oh, Em. Your makeup is completely destroyed. Mascara everywhere, eyeliner smudged...”
Emily laughed through her tears. “That bad?”
“That bad,” Lola confirmed with a fond smile. She turned to Sophie. “Would you mind if I borrowed your girlfriend for a few minutes? Emergency bathroom repair needed.”
Sophie smiled warmly. “Of course. Take your time.” She squeezed Emily’s hand once before letting go. “I should probably go find my friends anyway. They’re going to wonder where I disappeared to.”
“Actually,” Tiffany said, “we’d love to meet them. If that’s okay?”
“Really?” Sophie looked surprised but pleased.
“Of course!” Erika said. “You’re Em’s girlfriend now. That makes you part of the group. We should get to know you properly.”
Sophie’s face lit up. “I’d like that. Come on, they’re over by the punch table.”
As Sophie led Tiffany and Erika away, Lola took Emily’s hand and pulled her toward the bathroom. “Come on. Let’s fix you up, honey.”
The bathroom was quieter than the main room, though they could still hear the muffled bass of the music. A few other girls were touching up their makeup at the mirrors, but they paid little attention to Emily and Lola as they claimed a spot at the far end.
Lola dug through her small purse, pulling out makeup wipes, concealer, and eyeliner. “Okay, let’s assess the damage.”
Emily looked at herself in the mirror and groaned. Black streaks ran down her cheeks from her mascara, her eyeliner was smudged all around her eyes, and her carefully applied eyeshadow was a mess. “Oh god, I look terrible.”
“You look like someone who just had a really important emotional moment,” Lola corrected, gently wiping away the mascara streaks with a makeup wipe. “Which you did. But let’s make you beautiful again anyway.”
As Lola worked, carefully cleaning Emily’s face, there was a comfortable silence between them. Then Lola spoke, her voice softer now.
“I wish I’d known sooner, Em. Not because I’m mad,” she added quickly, seeing Emily’s expression. “But because ... you must have been so lonely. Keeping this huge secret. Going through all of this by yourself.”
“I wasn’t completely by myself,” Emily said quietly. “Sarah knew.”
“Sarah knew?” Lola paused in her cleaning, looking hurt again.
“She figured it out pretty quickly after Sophie and I got together. She was ... she was amazing about it. Supportive and understanding and she never pressured me to come out before I was ready.”
Lola nodded slowly, resuming her work. “That’s good. I’m glad you had someone.” She was quiet for a moment, then continued, “But Em, I want you to know - I want to be that person too. Not just now that I know, but going forward. If you need to talk about Sophie, or about being gay, or about anything ... I’m here. Always.”
Emily felt fresh tears welling up. “Lola...”
“No, no, no!” Lola held up the makeup wipe in warning. “I just cleaned your face! No more crying until maybe after this prom!”
Emily laughed, blinking rapidly to keep the tears back. “Okay, okay. No more crying.”
“Good.” Lola tossed the used wipe in the trash and pulled out concealer. “Now hold still. I’m going to make you gorgeous again.”
As Lola worked, applying concealer under Emily’s eyes and blending it carefully, Emily felt a wave of gratitude wash over her.
“Lola?”
“Hmm?”
“Thank you. For being so ... so okay with everything. For still being my friend. For fixing my makeup.” Emily smiled.
Lola paused, meeting Emily’s eyes in the mirror. Her own eyes were suspiciously shiny. “Em, you’re my best friend. That doesn’t change just because you like girls. If anything...” She smiled. “If anything, now I get to help you with relationship advice and hear about your dates and all that fun stuff. I was starting to think you’d never date anyone.”
“I kept turning down all those boys who asked me out,” Emily said with a laugh.
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