Chapter 4: Saturday (cont'd)

"Do you want to get something to drink?" Angela asked me, and we'd kinda slowed down. It was almost eleven o'clock according to the clock-radio on the nightstand near her bed and we'd been making out for two hours at least. It seemed like two minutes.

"Yeah," I agreed and smiled a little sheepishly. "I think I have to use the bathroom too."

"Me too," she giggled. "We can have some lunch, okay? You can stay, right?"

"Um, for a little bit," I nodded and I didn't know why I said that.

"Okay," Angie smiled at me. "Come on. I'll show you where the bathroom is."

I could've stayed all day if I'd wanted, but after we'd stopped kissing, I felt a little confusion. I wanted to think about what had just happened, if that makes sense. It all seemed so fast, looking back on it, and I didn't really understand how I'd ended up making out with her like that. I looked at my tongue in the mirror, first thing, because it felt sore and kinda swollen. My lips too, actually, but they still looked the same as far as I could tell.

Angie was using the bathroom downstairs, so I was taking my time. I really did have to pee though and I realized my boxers were wet. Not like soaked or whatever, but definitely wet and I hadn't noticed that before. My pussy was wet too. My little lips down there were bigger than they usually were and sticking out a little. Usually they were tucked in tight and I touched them, even though I didn't really want to, and my finger came away with some clear moisture on it.

I wasn't dumb. I knew I'd gotten turned-on or whatever, excited by what me and Angie had been doing. I didn't need my pussy to tell me that! But it was sorta surprising to me anyway, how I'd gotten wet without even knowing it. How my pussy had responded without being touched at all. I always figured I'd have to get touched down there before anything would happen, you know? I don't know why. I just thought that and now I knew it wasn't true. Not that it was a big deal anyway though; like what difference did it make? None really, except I was still learning stuff about me and mostly I wondered if Angie had gotten wet too.

"Hey!" Angie smiled when I found her in the kitchen. "I'm making tomato soup. Do you like that?"

"Yeah," I replied, feeling kind of nervous and wishing I didn't. I just wasn't sure how to act or what I was supposed to say.

I mean, was Angie like my girlfriend now? I'd never had one before. I'd never even kissed anyone before. I felt weird inside, like scared kinda, but not that. Something else. I was thinking about Josh and trying really hard not to. I was thinking he couldn't ever know I was doing this. I was feeling guilty maybe and part of me really wanted to leave, but part of me wanted to stay, especially when Angie would smile at me and she was doing that a lot.

"We can make some grilled cheese sandwiches too," Angie decided. "Can't just eat soup, right? That's not a lunch."

"I guess not," I shrugged and smiled and pretty much wished I felt as comfortable as Angie seemed to be. She was like fearless or something and in that way she reminded me of my mom. Sorta.

We had fun though, even with me being all nervous, and I helped her make the sandwiches. Just setting out the plates, slicing the cheese and putting it between the sliced bread so she could toast it up with a frying pan. We kept bumping into each other all the time too, like that kitchen was smaller than it really was, and that made us both giggle. We didn't say much though. We didn't really have to, but we smiled a lot and sorta bumped our hips and stuck out our tongues at each other. Angie didn't seem so old to me then. I mean, mostly she acted older, like the college girl she was, but sometimes Angie seemed more like my age. Like she never really grew up at all.

"You're, um..." I cleared my throat as we ate our soup, " ... You're a lesbian, right?"

Angie giggled at me and I blushed.

"I mean, you just like girls?" I said quickly.

"I like cheese!" she said with a grin and she had a big yellow blob on her finger and I watched as she scraped it off on her tongue.

"I kinda noticed!" I laughed.

"Sorry. Yeah," she nodded. "I like girls too. Mostly I just like you."

"Oh!" I blinked at her and then I realized she was teasing me and I laughed.

"You don't have to be shy, okay?" Angie said. "I'm your friend. Whatever you want to say or ask me, I'm not going to get mad."

"Okay," I agreed. "I'm sorry. I just never..."

"And you don't have to say you're sorry either," Angie smiled and she pulled her sandwich apart so she could get at the melted cheese inside.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, almost laughing but not sure if I should or not.

"What?" She grinned at me, scooping up cheese with her finger because we'd put a lot of it in the sandwiches. "Here! Open your mouth and close your eyes, Angie's gonna give you a big surprise!"

Of course I had to do it. God! I had to do whatever she wanted and we were just being silly. She slipped her cheesy finger in my mouth and I sucked on it for her, both of us giggling, and before I could swallow it, she was kissing me again. It was really weird kissing Angie with all that melted cheese covering my tongue and sharing it with her, but that's what we were doing.

"Sam and cheese sandwich!" Angie giggled and I rolled my eyes at her. "You taste good."

"Yeah," I agreed. "So do you."

"Try again," she insisted. "Close your eyes!"

"Ummm ... Okay," I said and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Are they closed?" she wondered playfully.

"Uh-huh," I promised and I expected her finger again, or maybe even her tongue, but she gave me something else and I opened my eyes, blinking as I found her cheese covered nipple sorta poking my tongue.

"Ah yeah!" Angie laughed, holding my head as I took her into my mouth, her nipple and even more of her boob than that, and I was sucking on it to get the cheese off.

"You're kinda crazy," I giggled, licking my lips and I knew I was blushing hard. I'd just been sucking on a girl's boob!

"I don't know what kind of sandwich that one was," she grinned at me. "Was it good?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded and my tummy was doing flip-flops again.

"Yeah," she nodded, sitting down in her chair again with her left breast hanging out of her robe. I tried not to stare at it and Angie didn't even seem to notice. Her dark nipple was still wet with my spit and her skin was pink.

"This is kinda weird," I said and I really didn't know what we were doing. I mean, I did. But I didn't know how it had started or why. Doing sex stuff in the kitchen, that seemed pretty strange to me and Angie didn't even care.

"You want to go upstairs?" she asked me, meaning her bedroom, and I wanted to. I seriously wanted to do that more than just about anything, but...

"I don't know," I smiled at her, trying to let her know I wasn't mad, just sort of ... confused. "This is kinda new, you know?"

"Yeah," she nodded and Angie was serious again. "It's kind of scary, isn't it?"

"A little," I admitted. "I sorta just want to think about it or something. Okay?"

"Then that's what you should do," Angie shrugged and then she sucked on her top lip for a second. "Did I go too fast for you, Sam?"

"Ummm..."

"I didn't mean to," she told me. "But I know I do that sometimes. I mean, with everything. I'm sort of hyper or something."

"No," I shook my head. "I liked it. It wasn't too fast, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know if I want to do ... more, you know?" Like kissing was okay, that was fun, and maybe kissing her tits would be great, but what was after that? We were going really fast, I thought, even if I wouldn't admit it. Going all the way, did I want to do that? Did I even know what that meant? It scared me a little.

"Yeah," Angie smiled. "I know what you mean. We'll just do what you want to, okay?"

"Are you sure?" I wondered and the truth was that I only barely understood everything we were talking about.

"I'm your friend, right?" Angie assured me in her tender voice. "I'm not going to do anything you don't like. I promise."

"I know," I replied with a grateful smile and I believed her. "I promise too."

"See? That was easy!" Angie giggled and I was smiling and she leaned across the table and I met her halfway, without even thinking about it really.

I let her tongue find mine and we kissed again and I almost forgot how nervous I'd been. I forgot almost everything except how nice it felt to be close to another person like that. I kept my eyes open too, and so did Angie, and I liked looking at her. She was so pretty and I could taste her beneath the soup and the cheese, finding the flavor that was hers alone. And I could smell her hair and her baby powder skin, so soft and smooth everywhere I touched her. I could stay all day long if I wanted and just ... kiss her.

"You're my boyfriend now," Angie breathed a minute later.

"Am I?" I giggled and licked my lips.

"Do you want to be?" she asked me, sounding pretty serious and I narrowed my eyes.

"Um, kind of," I said slowly and I was smiling nervously. "But I can't even drive or anything."

"That's okay," she smiled back at me. "I don't want you to take me anyplace."

"I don't know," I laughed. "Yeah. This is fast now."

"Is it? Okay." Angie laughed too. "See? You get it. All you have to do is tell me, Sam. Because if it's up to me?"

"What?"

"I want to do everything with you," Angie kissed me again and I knew she wasn't lying.

After lunch we just did friend stuff. I mean, we didn't make out or anything, although we did kiss sometimes and there was a lot of touching and looking, you know. But mostly we just talked a lot and not about anything important, just us. Angie showed me her photo albums, she had four of them, and so I got to meet her friends and family, kinda. She was from Olympia and I'd been there once, for a school fieldtrip to the capital, so it wasn't like I'd really been there at all.

"Say groovy!" Angie grinned at me and I blushed when she took my picture with her little camera.

"Don't do that!" I protested, but of course she wasn't going to let me say no and she took a couple photos. I didn't mind very much, to tell the truth, I just wasn't sure what kind of face I should be making, so I just tried to look like me.

"Like this..." Angie said, putting the camera on top of the television and bending over so she could look through it. "Don't move!"

"What are you doing?"

"Ten ... nine ... eight..." she counted out loud, giggling as she hurried over to the couch to sit with me. "Put your arm around me, boyfriend. Yeah! Like that!"

All I could do was smile as the young, blonde college girl curled up next to me and pulled my arm around her so I was hugging her. We were both looking at the camera and just at the last second, Angie turned her head and kissed me on the cheek and then the flash went off.

"One more!" Angie decided before I could even laugh and for the next picture we didn't look at the camera; we were too busy kissing.

That's what she wanted, a picture of us making out on the couch. Angie tugged her bathrobe off her left shoulder, exposing her breast again and putting my hand on her soft skin. She sighed into my mouth as I held her boob and rubbed my palm over her hard nipple, nearly forgetting what we were doing until the flash went off. That made us giggle and it was so strange being casual like that, touching another girl and just not caring.

"You're not gonna show anybody that picture, right?" I kinda half-teased her.

"What? Of course I am!" Angie giggled at the look on my face. "I'm going to put it on my Friendster page!"

"You are?"

"No!" Angie sighed and kissed me again. "I'm going to keep that one just for me. I'll make you a copy!"

"Okay," I giggled nervously and I probably sounded kind of relieved.

"I wouldn't really care if anyone else saw it though," she told me seriously. "If people know I'm your girlfriend? It wouldn't bother me."

"They already know about you though," I said. "I mean your roommates, and like your parents ... They know, right?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "I never really kept it a secret or anything."

"Nobody knows about me," I sighed and then I snorted. "I didn't even know about me until today."

"I knew about you," Angie giggled.

"Sometimes they tease me at school," I admitted. "Some of the girls do."

"Yeah? What do they say?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and I hadn't told anybody this stuff, not even Josh. It only would have made him mad. "Like, one girl, um ... Emma, she's a senior, she called me a dyke before."

"She did?"

"I was just walking past her and some other girls and she said, 'What are you looking at, dyke?' and they all laughed," I shrugged. "And I wasn't even looking at her at all. She just said it."

"Girls can be mean," Angie frowned. "Last year, when I was a senior, they called me Lizzie."

"Lizzie?"

"Yeah. Like Lezzie, you know? Lesbian? But they couldn't get away with that in front of the teachers," she shrugged. "Everybody knew what they were really saying. They called me that all year."

"That would suck."

"Pretty much, yeah," Angie nodded. "Nothing I could do about it though and I was pretty queer anyway. It was just dumb and everybody would laugh. That's what bothered me. I hated getting laughed at."

"Yeah," I sighed. "That's what I hate too."

"Hey! Want to see my yearbook? I'll show you all the idiots," Angie said and she was already going to the bookshelf. "I wasn't even going to get one, but then I figured I'd never see those people again and some of them were okay."

"Did you have a girlfriend?" I wondered.

"Kinda," Angie smiled at me. "Found it! One of my teachers was gay, so..."

"Your teacher?"

"Yeah," Angie said as she sat down with me again. "Ms. Remdey. Everybody called her Miss Remedy. I'll show you."

Angie opened her yearbook across our thighs and paged through it. She pointed out her friends and her enemies, the kids who'd teased her the worst. The senior portraits were all in color and Angie showed me hers. She looked pretty much the same, but that picture was only like six months old or something anyway and I realized she wasn't really that much older than me.

"There's Cindy," she smiled, pointing at her teacher, Ms. Remdey who taught Humanities and French, according to the book. "She gave me straight A's," Angie giggled. "And I never did any homework!"

"Oh yeah?" I grinned at that. "Did she make you stay after school a lot?"

"Sometimes," Angie nodded. "Mostly I just went to her house, you know, for French lessons!"

"God!" I stuck my tongue out at her. "How old is she?"

"Thirty-seven," Angie shrugged. "But I didn't care. I just wanted to be with somebody, you know?"

"Yeah," I sighed and then I blushed because maybe Angie would think that I meant her, but she didn't seem to notice.

"She's the only one?"

"My only girlfriend?" Angie looked at me. "Until now. Yeah. I collect teddy bears, not girlfriends."

"Heh!" I smiled at that.

"Look! I'll show you the girl I really liked though," she said, flipping pages and finding a tenth grade girl who kind of glared at the camera. She was cute, with dark hair and eyes, but...

"She looks mad," I said and read her name out loud. "Amy Lopez."

"Yeah, she does," Angie sighed. "She used to run around in this big leather jacket and wear a bandana kinda. She was crazy!"

"What? Was she in a gang or something?"

"In Olympia?" Angie laughed. "I guess she could have been. I just liked the way she looked."

"Like me?"

"Yeah," Angie answered. "Kind of. I like that tomboy thing, I don't know."

"No," I smiled. "I mean, um ... cause I'm half-Mexican?"

"What?" Angie giggled. "I didn't think about it. What's your last name?"

"Oh," I giggled because that seemed like a weird question after all the kissing and stuff. "Madeiros. Um ... Samantha Salinas Maria Madeiros," I kinda rolled my eyes cause I knew that was way too much name just for me. "What's yours?"

"Samantha Madeiros?" she was giggling. "I'm Angela Faye Thompson. Boring huh?"

"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "No. Angela Faye is pretty."

"Sam Madeiros ... Hmmmm..." Angie tilted her head and I smiled nervously. "That's a cool name, but you don't really look Mexican."

"My mom does," I said without thinking, and then sighed because I hadn't wanted to mention her.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna kiss your mom!" Angie rolled her eyes. "I always wanted a boyfriend, but without the boy, you know?"

"So..." I smiled at her, " ... If I was wearing a dress you wouldn't like me?"

"No! Of course I'd still like you," she said. "I'd just wish you wouldn't."

"You're kinda weird," I giggled. "I mean, not bad weird, but..."

"I know!" Angie laughed too. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded and then my brain caught up and I cleared my throat. "I like you a lot, I mean, um..."

"It's okay," she reassured me. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," I said quickly and I felt kinda dumb. I knew she didn't mean I totally loved her or whatever. "I should get going probably," I said. "Mom's going to be getting up pretty soon and..."

"You're not mad, are you?" Angie wondered and I shook my head.

"No! Uh-uh," I looked into eyes so she'd know I wasn't lying. "It's just that she has to go to work at five, so I want to see her cause..." I shrugged and trying to explain how weird things were at my house would probably take all weekend.

"Oh," Angie nodded. "Where does she work?"

"You don't know?" I giggled, just because sometimes it seemed like the whole world knew what my mom did.

"Uh, nope!" Angie shrugged and she had a curious smile.

"She works at Pure Platinum," I told her. "She's a dancer."

"Oh. Cool," she said. "Your mom is pretty, um ... Wow!"

"Wow?" I rolled my eyes and this was why I didn't want to talk about my mom.

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"With her being pretty wow or being a dancer?" I wondered, because I was a little lost suddenly.

"I don't know," Angie laughed. "Both, I guess."

"Nothing's wrong with it," I said. "Just some of the guys at school kinda talk about her ... You know."

"Yeah, I bet," Angie nodded and just looked at me for a few seconds. "I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me too," I said. "Maybe, um ... If you want to, you can come over later?"

"Yeah!" she smiled. "I'm not doing anything."

"I'll talk to my mom," I promised, feeling kind of stupid for admitting that I had to get permission, but Angie didn't say anything about it.

"Okay," Angie agreed and we were getting up and I suddenly didn't want to leave. It had been a lot of fun just being with her.

My army coat was in the kitchen and I was putting it on when Angie found her purse and started looking through it. She wrote her phone number down for me and I gave her mine. Then she totally surprised me when Angie pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet.

"What's this for?" I looked at the money as she put it in my hand.

"For you!"

"But I didn't do anything," I said, trying to give it back to the girl.

"So?" Angie wouldn't take it. "I told you I'd pay you if you came over, right? It's not your fault you didn't rake up the leaves."

"Yeah, but..." I frowned, thinking she was giving me the money because I'd let her kiss me or something.

"I just want to give you something," Angie said. "Okay? It doesn't mean anything except that."

"You already gave me something," I told her and I'd brought my bear downstairs with me. "You don't have to pay me."

I put the money on the table and maybe Angie thought I was mad, but I wasn't. I just wanted to make sure she didn't think she had to give me money so I'd be her friend or so I'd let her kiss me. Especially that. Even if it didn't mean anything to Angie, it meant something to me and I didn't like it.

"Okay," Angie nodded and she was sucking at her top lip.

"I'll call you later," I promised. "I had a lot of fun today."

"Me too," she said and I could see some doubt in her eyes, like Angie thought she'd screwed everything up for us.

"Bye." I had to get on my tip-toes to kiss her, because I wasn't very tall and she was. I held her shoulders and kissed her lips and for a few seconds Angie held my waist and kissed me back. We were okay.

"Hi!" I smiled when I found my mom sitting at the table drinking coffee.

"Hey Sam," she smiled back at me tilting her head so I could kiss her cheek. "How's the raking business?"

"Hmmm..." I giggled.

"What?" Mom scratched her hair and she had a serious platinum bed head.

It was only about 2:30 in the afternoon anyway, so she must have just gotten out of bed. She was sitting there in a pair of loose shorts, burgundy with a long faded 'Property of UW' stenciled on them, and a men's muscle tee that somebody had left behind. The armholes were so big and long that half of my mom's boobs were showing.

"I was just hanging out mostly," I shrugged. "With that Angela girl, you know? The one next door?"

"Oh, the nurses?" she asked, having seen the girls once in awhile in their white outfits. "Is that the black one?"

"No! That's Janelle," I said. "Angie is the blonde one."

"Oh."

"She's pretty nice," I shrugged, opening the refrigerator and finding a Diet-Pepsi.

"So you didn't do any raking?"

"Not really," I said, opening my soda with a snick! "I was kinda wondering though if it would be okay if she came over tonight."

"Mmmm..."

"She's eighteen, Monica," I told her. "Angie's really cool."

"What did you guys do all day?"

"Just, um ... talked and stuff," I shrugged. "Oh! Check this out!"

"What's that?" she wondered, following me with her eyes as I went into the living room and came back holding my teddy bear.

"It's a teddy bear!" I giggled. "Angie's got a whole bunch of them. She gave me one."

"Oh? That's nice of her."

"Feel it!" I said, coming closer so I could give it to her. "It's like mink or something. Isn't it cool?"

"Soft," Mom agreed as she looked at the card.

"I named him Josh," I said with a small laugh. "Cause Angie said he didn't have a name yet."

"What's this girl like?" my mom wondered, kinda getting right to the point the way she does. Or maybe I was just paranoid, because I was!

"Angie?" I shrugged. "She's nice. I don't know. She's my friend, Monica."

"Okay," she nodded at that, handing my bear back to me.

"We didn't do anything!" I said without thinking, feeling kind of desperate suddenly because Mom didn't seem as happy as I expected her to be. She always said I should be more outgoing, so I figured she'd be all smiles, you know? Like enthusiastic or something.

"You didn't do what?" She narrowed her dark eyes and I swallowed hard, realizing too late that I shouldn't have said that.

"Nothing! God!" I frowned at her and I felt my tummy knotting up inside. "I just mean I like her."

"Sam," Mom smiled, but it wasn't a real one. She knew me too well and I'd been trying to act normal, which means I wasn't acting normal at all, probably.

"She likes me," I said. "What's wrong with that? Can't I have any friends?"

"Of course you can," Mom sighed. "I didn't say you can't."

"Can she come over?"

"Maybe," Mom told me. "I'd like to meet her first."

"Why?"

"Because you're fifteen, for one thing," she gave me a real smile. "And I want to know who your friends are."