Listening to her step-mother shouting from the other end of the little place to eat, Marie set her act right and straightened her back immediately. The smile on her face dissolved in the worry of having been exposed with Jean in front of Delilah in a not very acceptable position. The closeness of their bodies could ignite fire, and the place that they were living at barely accepted couples of opposite genders, so it was absolutely impossible for anyone to see two girls sharing similar vibes. Both the girls walked back decently to the table on which Rebecca was seated. Delilah also walked to the table. Jean and Marie kept the plastic food tray that they were holding on the table and sat down feeling highly uncomfortable. Without a word, the four of them had their waffles except for Rebecca who kept purposely talking about random things that were indirectly pointing at Marie to make her feel embarrassed. Seeing someone else happy and not disru

Mr. Jones was completely shocked and could not believe what he heard Delilah say out loud. He never thought of assuming that his very own daughter, Marie, would be in to people of the same gender to which she also belonged. He did not want to trust his wife and wanted to ask Marie, but at least for a second he failed to think of anything but his daughter not being accepted in the society that they lived in. Once he calmed himself down to give an appropriate reaction to that, he turned back to his daughter and asked, “What is mom saying?”“I don’t know what mom is saying. Jean is my friend and not only that, she is my best friend forever,” Marie responded and while she did, she also held Jean’s hand in both her hands and brought it up to her chest to show that she was serious about the thing she just mentioned and was not going to let go of their friendship whatever may have come. More than anything,

A couple of strokes that Jean was giving Marie on her lower back were making both of them wet. But because they did not know much about what had to be done, they were not doing anything more except Jean feeling Marie and Marie letting her touch the way Jean wanted. Marie had her eyes closed to feel the flow of Jean’s touch which was not very hard and yet not very gentle; just the appropriate amount of pressure Jean was applying to impart similar feelings that she was experiencing. In a little while, Jean brought her hands to Marie’s mid back and just as when she was moving her thumbs in a circular manner a little towards her spine, the rest of her palms stretched out on Marie’s back. Jean’s finger tips were touching Marie at a sensitive spot which was the part exactly under her small boobs. Marie was aware of that because of the way it was making her feel, but she still ignored it and did not say a word to Jean. On th

Marie woke up the next morning with a weird feeling. She was excited to meet Jean after the holidays in which different feelings were experienced between both of them. A few of the things that they had done were big enough to create a lasting expression for life. They were not the little things but quite a lot according to their age. Besides, they were both unsure of who they actually were. They liked being together but also to the level that they didn't need anyone else, and not just figuratively but also literally. Being with the boys stopped appealing to them even though their friends and other people their age were crazy about talking to the opposite gender and being friends with them. Marie was in the best school, and her parents pulling her out of it was not easy for either party. But because of the doubts that appeared in their minds about her liking some other girl, forced them to take such a step. The society wasn't really accepting

The silence after Marie’s question was killing. It took a little while for Jean to come back to the reality from what was going on in her mind. She was thinking about how she would cope with Marie being gone, and how they would keep in touch with each other. Primarily, the thing that was disturbing her was the fact that she would be left without friends again as other batchmates did not fondly accept her different likings. But because Marie had put forward a serious question, Jean answered, “Because you are going away tomorrow.”“I am here with you now,” Marie mentioned and asked, “Why don’t we make full use of that instead of getting upset over something which neither of us can change?!” It was a rhetorical question; Jean understood that, and she responded, “That is logical. I want to have the best memories with you.”“I am not dying; just going away,” Mar