Aubrey and Kristen, Part 2
Once at Marcia’s house, Aubrey found her friend sitting on the front steps. Obviously, she had not been sitting there for long, because She jumped up and grinned. They hugged briefly, and then started walking.
Aubrey saw that Marcia had chosen to dress very similarly, only her skirt was shorted and her neckline a little lower. The ensemble was by no means obscene, just slightly more revealing.
They talked for a while, just walking around the neighborhood and a little bit into the city. Marcia told Aubrey about what she had done the day before, and Aubrey told her friend about the conversation she had had with Kristen. They mulled over some of the woman’s more cryptic statements, but couldn’t figure out quite what she might have meant.
After walking for almost two hours, the girls found their way back to their neighborhood. They walked in and out of the streets, taking shortcuts though back yards that various boys had showed them years before. Most fourteen year old girls wouldn’t be caught dead jumping over fences in skirts, but these two did it in stride, with a grace only a girl could achieve.
Feeling a bit peckish, the girls decided to stop off at Kristen’s, where Aubrey was sure they could get a little more ice cream. They went over the fence surrounding the woman’s back yard, and peered into the kitchen window. The woman wasn’t in the room, but the girls could see her in the next room.
There was a glow, most likely coming from the computer Aubrey had noted was there. One of her hands was on the mouse, but they couldn’t see the other. The girls couldn’t see her too well, but she seemed to be moving slightly. Having just discovered masturbation the year before, the girls didn’t know what the woman was doing. They shrugged, and decided to go around to the front door.
They knocked. It was a few moments before they heard footsteps, and then the door opened. Kristen was there, a smile evident on her face. She invited the girls in. Aubrey let her friend go in first, and then followed. As she moved past Kristen, she thought she caught a whiff of some strange, yet curiously intoxicating odor. She moved farther away, and it started to fade. She decided Kristen had put on some sort of perfume while she was gone. It smelled familiar, however.
Kristen guessed what the girls were after, and pulled the ice cream out. Aubrey just took a little, while Marcia had a full serving. The three girls laughed, talking about various things that had happened to the during the week. Both girls decided Kristen had the best stories by far, and listened to her raptly. Eventually, the hours ticked away, and Marcia caught sight of the clock.
“Oh my god, I have to get home for dinner!” Marcia grabbed her things and stood. Kristen stood up and took the girl’s hand.
“Thank you for coming over, Marcia. It was a lot of fun. You’ll have to come back sometime.” Marcia thanked Kristen, and walked to the front door. A second later she was gone, and the door slammed silently shut. Aubrey turned back to Kristen.
“Your friend Marcia is very nice,” Kristen said. Aubrey looked at the woman, and saw something different in her eyes. They seemed strained, like Kristen was holding back from something. She just didn’t know what.
“Yeah, she is,” Aubrey replied.
“How long have you known her?”
Aubrey took a moment to think, tapping her finger against her chin. “Like, eight years, I think. We were pretty young when we met.”
Kristen walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of wine. She poured herself a glass, and, after a moment of hesitation, pulled out a second glass. She filled it with just enough, in her judgment, to loosen the girl up without getting her drunk. She put the glasses down on the table, and slid one toward Aubrey.
The girl looked awkwardly at the glass of alcohol, unsure of what to do. She glanced toward Kristen, looking for some guidance. Of course, Kristen motioned to drink the fluid.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” Kristen promised.
After staring at the glass for a few more seconds, Aubrey took it in her hand, and let some of the liquid slip into her mouth. She let it flow around in her mouth for a few moments, gaining a taste for the wine. Deciding she liked it, she swallowed, enjoying the feeling in her throat. The wine made her feel good, and she polished the rest of it off in short order. Kristen gave an approving look, and then drank some from her glass. Behind the glass as she drank, Kristen’s gaze turned from approving to desirous. It was gone by the time she took the glass away from her face.
Soon Aubrey did feel looser, although she didn’t realize it. She began to speak more freely, even spilling some secrets that she had swore to keep forever. Even Kristen was amazed at how profoundly the alcohol had affected her. She began to think maybe she had given the girl a little too much. Somewhat worried, she began to brew another pot of coffee, hoping to sober the girl up slightly before she needed to get home for dinner, which, according to Aubrey, was in half an hour.
Seeing Aubrey get slightly upset with herself, Kristen decided to respond in kind. She told the girl things she had never told anyone before, things she herself had been sworn to secrecy. Most were mundane things, although some of the secrets were juicy.
When the coffee was ready, Kristen poured a small amount for the younger girl, hoping to strike a balance between buzzed and hyper that would seem natural. Aubrey took the dark liquid and nearly gulped it, realizing only afterwards how hot it was. She shook it off, however.
“So, I told you my biggest secret; what’s yours?”
The question caught Kristen by surprise. “Really?” she asked. “Breaking your mother’s crystal vase is your biggest secret? I’ve done worse things than that and they’re not even my biggest secrets.” She saw the look on Aubrey’s face, the fake yet convincing pouting, and her heart cried out. “Okay, alright,” she said. “I’ll tell you my biggest secret.”
Aubrey sat up with anticipation. Kristen took another sip of wine, letting the warm feeling wash through her system quickly, getting the courage to take her hastily hatched plan to the next step.
“Aubrey, do you know what a lesbian is?” Kristen asked. The girl shook her head slowly. “Well, a lesbian is a woman who…ah, doesn’t like guys, like most other women do.”
“You mean, like, they don’t have sex with boys?” Aubrey wondered.
Kristen was only slightly surprised by the girl’s forwardness. She nodded. “Yeah. Lesbians are girls who have sex with other girls.”
“Why is that a secret?”
“Well,” Kristen said, “it’s not really an accepted thing. Most people believe girls should be with guys. But the truth is that sometimes we can’t pick who we want to be with. I just like to be with other girls. It’s how I am. But, I am trusting you, as my new best friend, not to tell anyone, alright?”
Aubrey nodded vigorously. “I promise, I’ll never tell anyone. You’re the only person I tell secrets to.”
“You won’t tell Marcia?” Kristen asked, injecting some seriousness into her voice.
“Not even Marcia,” Aubrey promised. She meant it, and Kristen could tell. The woman smiled, and then looked at the clock.
“Oh, it looks like it’s almost dinner. You don’t want to upset your parents. You’d better get going.”
Aubrey thanked Kristen, and stood up. She made her way to the front door easily, giving Kristen some hope. She did stop the girl, however, and gave her a little mint. Then she opened the front door and shooed her away to her home for dinner.
As she watched the girl run the two houses, she found her eyes drawn to the small, perfectly shaped butt, as it swung from side to side. Eventually, she caught herself, and stepped back into her house. Sighing heavily, she wondered how long the next phase of her plan would take. Deciding it might be a long time, Kristen went back to her computer, to finish what had been so rudely interrupted earlier.
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