I wrote this as an alternate version of Thank You, Girls. This is about a more realistic Tommy without his undiscovered sexual prowess. The first part is almost the same.

“And for the next project, I am assigning the team of Elizabeth Williams and Thomas Brown, due in on the 25th. Class dismissed.”

I froze. I thought, “I can’t do it. How can I even talk to her? She’s beautiful, and she’s coming towards me now.” I felt a chill and started shaking and hyperventilating.

“What’s wrong with you? You look like a cornered mouse.”

She put her hand gently on my shoulder, and I flinched. She quickly removed it. “What’s going on? Are you having some kind of attack?”

I mumbled while gasping for breath, “No. I get this way when I have to talk to a girl, especially a pretty girl.”

She looked surprised and pondered my reaction for several minutes. Her face became stern, and she growled, “Well, thanks for the compliment, but we have a project to do, and you don’t have to think of me as a girl. I’m a lesbian, and I have a partner. Now, do I have to get all butch and kick your ass to get us through this assignment?”

Surprisingly, I began to calm down and focus on the reality that we had a task and we had to do together.

Her tone became gentler, and she said, “Now, let’s have some coffee and figure out how we’re going to get this done.”

...

I relaxed as we fell into the familiar language of equations, graphs, and flow charts. I was beginning to feel that I might enjoy working with Liz. For the first time in my life I was getting somewhat comfortable with the company of a girl.

After a while, she asked me about my life. I told her about being an only child and that I was shy and introverted. I was awkward socially, and kids made fun of me.

“That’s terrible! I hope that I can help you. You’re a nice guy and good looking. Girls should be falling all over you.”

“Somehow, I feel more relaxed with you. Please, if it isn’t too intrusive of me, I would like to hear about you.”

“I ran with the popular clique in high school. You know, cheerleader, prom queen, et cetera, et cetera, and I dated the popular guys. I was unique among that group in that I excelled in science and math. During our orientation week at the U, I met Betsy, and we fell in love. Since then we have been living together.”

“That’s such a lovely story. I am happy for you.”

“Thank you. I’d like you to come to our house sometime and meet her.”

...

“That was a tough class today. We have no classes this afternoon. Why don’t you come for lunch at our house, and we can work on the project. It will also give me a chance to introduce you to Betsy.”

“I’d love to. I can’t believe that you’re asking me, and I’m actually accepting.”

“I’ll call Betsy, and give her a heads up.”

...

As we were walking to her home, she said, “I have to warn you. I don’t know what Betsy will be wearing. I hope something. We both are pretty casual at home about what we are wearing or not wearing.”

“Oh, my god.” I started to hyperventilate.

“Please don’t freak out on me now. Control yourself!”

“I’ll try. I’ll do my best to not embarrass you.”

“I know you will.”

...

“Tommy, meet Betsy”

Betsy was a beautiful, large husky woman, wearing a long white tee shirt. I stood there bug-eyed. The tee shirt came to just below her crotch, her large breasts moved freely beneath her shirt, and her nipples were imprinted on the shirt. I quickly looked at the floor as Betsy offered her hand, and I shook it.

“Welcome, Liz has been telling me about you. You’re even better looking than she said.”

I blushed and mumbled, “How do you do?”

“I have lunch set up on the patio. I hope tuna salad sandwiches and iced tea are ok.”

We followed her outside. I noticed a bit of her bottom as she swung around. I didn’t think she had anything on under her tee shirt. I worked hard to control my breathing.

It was a lovely meal with relaxed conversation. We talked about our classes, the weather, TV shows, sports, and anything else that popped into our heads. Betsy changed the subject, “Liz says that you never had a girlfriend.”

I gulped, “Yes.”

“Have you ever been kissed.”

“Uh, no.”

“Liz, kiss him.”

Without any hesitation, Liz grabbed my head, turned it, and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips. We separated quickly, and she said, “Now, stand up, relax a little, and put your hands on my back. Now, gently kiss me.”