Chapter 52: Blame it on their youth

The reason why Linda Parker and Carla Ferrara were not part of the orgy that was going on in Linda's house was simple: they were out.

They were on a date, really.

They went to see Jack Nicholson's latest film. During the projection, they held hands, and Linda even rested her head on Carla's shoulder.

After the film, they decided to eat something before going back to Linda's house. I guess both of them wondered if the kitchen would be clean.

And after eating, hell, they were at the mall. They just walked around, holding hands, window-shopping.

Then they met Jane and Dinah. They were Linda's friends, from college!

Linda wasn't thinking. She liked the mall, her friends liked the mall, the chance for them to meet was considerable. But she didn't think about it.

They met, and Linda and Carla were holding hands. Jane was the first one to see Linda, and said:

"Hey, Linda!"

Linda instinctively released Carla's hand.

As Jane and Dinah approached them, Carla was upset. It wasn't that she didn't understand Linda's reluctance in being seen holding hands with another girl, but... There was something very rude about this. Linda had opened her hand in a way that... it almost seemed she wanted Carla to go away!

And then Linda started to talk with her friends, and there was just something wrong. Linda wasn't acting as herself.

And Carla wasn't thinking on any possible "new Linda", who had come up after she had first taste of pussy. Carla knew Linda for a long time, she was Julie's friend, they had always chatted, talked, laughed together... And Linda had never behaved like an idiot.

And now... she was acting like an idiot! Talking too loud, laughing too much... She wasn't natural.

She wasn't being herself.

And she didn't introduce Carla!

Not that those dumb friends had asked for an introduction, but so what? It was Linda's obligation! I mean, no need to say: "This is Carla Ferrara, the woman I sleep with," but... Simply: "This is Carla" would be fine. Just to include Carla in the conversation. Right?

People walked by them. Guys stared at them, at Linda and Carla, not at those dumb friends. And they were staring at them because they were beautiful.

A couple of minutes passed by. Linda was talking about the Jack Nicholson movie. Diane Keaton was also in it.

And Carla just thought:

"What the fuck?"

Ever since yesterday, everything had been perfect. And now it was... hell. Carla had silly thoughts, like she and Linda had really connected, like they truly had something going on, but this... Fuck her!

She said to the air:

"Bye."

That was enough to wake Linda!

The truth was that Carla was being a little unfair to Linda. When Linda quickly released Carla's hand, it was pure reflex. And she didn't introduce Carla for her friends simply because she didn't know how to. "Friend"? No fucking way! Carla was much more than that. But could she call Carla her "girlfriend"? Wouldn't Carla freak out? This was all new to her, and she didn't know how to act.

But, once Carla threatened to leave, Linda... Oh, she wouldn't allow her to leave!

"What the..."

"Time to go."

"No! Are you going to leave me here?"

"You have your friends. I'm gonna meet MY friends!"

You know, she was just jealous. This was very childish.

Linda grabbed Carla's arm.

"What are you talking about? You're going home with me!"

"I don't... think so."

And Jane asked:

"Hey, is everything okay?"

Carla freed her arm:

"Fine, fine, it's all great! No problem at all!"

Linda, to Carla:

"I was just saying 'hi' to them! Now I can't talk to my friends?"

"You can talk to whoever the fuck you want!"

"Oh, come on, Carla, don't give me that!"

"Hey, it's none of my business how you choose to live your life!"

Linda shouted:

"Of course it's your business!"

Dinah, a little embarrassed, said:

"Girls... Calm down!"

But Carla had her grandmother's Italian blood, and you know how it is: It boils fast!

"I'm leaving!"

"What's that? Our first fight?"

"No, this is not a fight, missy! This is... nothing!"

"Hey, sorry if I offended you, it wasn't my intention, I just..."

"You didn't offend me! Who the fuck do you think you are? Do you think you're such a big shot you can offend me? Hah! Look at me, girl! I can't be offended by girls like you!"

"Look, Carla, you came with me, you're going to leave with me!"

"Oh, so now you're my boss?!"

"No, I'm your girlfriend?"

"Oh, so now you're my girlfriend?!"

"Hell, yeah!"

People were staring at them, but not because they were beautiful. Not even because they were girlfriends. They were simply staring at them because they were shouting.