“You are hopeless.” The last words Gina heard from her roommate, Grace, as she pulled the door closed. The back story was that Grace had been trying for weeks to entice Gina to go to, as she described it, the party of the year.
Gina. On the other hand, had no interest in anything involving kegs of beer, loud crowds, and guys expecting to either “Get lucky” or tell everyone what a prude you were when you refused.
When she exited the front door of the dorm, she squinted in the bright September sun. She reached for her sunglasses that were always on the top of her head when not in use. “Damn it.” She said a little too loud and two girls heading inside, stared at her as they passed.
With all the unwanted nagging from Grace, she had finally grabbed a book and left the dorm room forgetting her sunglasses. Finally, she decided that sun in her eyes was better than another row with Grace, she went on towards the Coffee Bean, a local campus handout.
Gina was a second-year student from Butte, New Mexico. At times, the University of Arizona, although nearby, seemed a million miles away. She was tall, five-seven. A mid-distance runner, enjoying a full scholarship, which was only reason she was able to be there at all. She was quite a beautiful girl, slender, athletic, short blonde hair, but when she looked at herself in the mirror, she did not see this. She felt she was as plain as the desert around the scrub grass her father called a cattle ranch.
Wearing her usual outfit, snug fitting jeans, a pop band t-shirt, and the latest style of Reebok sneakers, she made her way to the outside terrace of the coffee shop, found a table at the far edge, shaded by a row of Palo Verdes trees, and settled in.
“Can I get you something?” Gina had turned a chair to the side so she could put her feet up in an adjacent one. She was just removing the bookmark, ready to continue the adventure she was reading. She looked up. A girl, likely another student, leaned in with her hands on the table’s edge.
Gina thought. “Too hot for coffee.” She said, not really to the server, just verbalizing.
“Ice coffee?” The girl offered.
“Oh,” Gina said. “No, I think not.” Gina made a face as if iced coffee could somehow be toxic.
“Lemonade?” The girl countered.
Gina wrinkled her nose. “Raspberry?” She asked.
“I’ll be right back.” The girl turned, headed back inside.
Gina watched, tilted her head a little. “Odd girl.” She thought.
The book she was currently reading was “The Things We Left Unsaid,” by Emma Kennedy. She was mid-way through and very captivated by the relationships and interactions of the characters the writer had created.
With her feet on the next chair, her knees were up and used as a bookstand. She was turning a page as the girl returned and placed the raspberry lemonade on the table. “You like Emma Kennedy?” the girl inquired.
Gina pulled her attention away from the book and looked at her. “Actually, this is the first I have read of hers.” Gina watched the girl set down across from her.
“I think she is an amazing writer.” The girl offered.
“I do too.” Gina agreed. “How much?”
The girl tilted her head. “How much to I like her?”
Gina grinned. “How much do I owe you?”
“Oh, yeah, sure. Of course.” The girl was clearly embarrassed. “$3.80.” She said.
Gina placed the book face down to save her place. She fished bills from her right front pocket, placed a five on the table and said. “Thank you.”
The girl nodded then slowly, she turned and walked away.
Twenty minutes passed. Gina was deep into her story. The sun was well behind the trees and a gentle breeze had arisen from out of nowhere. She heard the chair slide across the brick pavers. When she again looked over, the girl had settled in once more. This time arms crossed, and she was leaning forward, her chin resting on her flannel shirt sleeves.
Gina didn’t speak, just looked at her. The girl finally spoke. “Are you gay?” She waited. Gina just sat there. “The reason I ask.” The girl said. “Is I have asked three other girls today. Girls I thought I might like, and they all said no.” She grinned at Gina.
“Why would you think I would answer that question any differently?” Gina said.
“The girl then went off on some story. “A few years ago, Cosmopolitan magazine had a study.” She offered.
“And?” Gina asked.
“Well. They said that one in four women were either gay, interested in it or had once experienced a lesbian Encounter.” The girl lifted her head. “Besides.” She added
“Besides what?” Gina asked.
“Your t-shirt.” She pointed. “Blackpink.” She said. “I think they’re great.”
Gina grinned. “I do too. But I don’t think they are lesbians.”
“Really?” the girl seemed disappointed.
“Really.” Gina said.
“Gee, you think you know things. An all-girl pop band.” The girl said. “But even so, there is still Cosmopolitan, and if I can’t believe Cosmo, well damn.”
“I don’t thing you should be making relationship choices by what a magazine says.” Gina said.
“Probably right.” The girl stood up. “I’m in the Harper dorm.”
Gina just stared at her.
“You know, in case you change your mind.” The girl explained.
She turned to walk away. Gina was offering a slight chuckle. “Well, if I do.” She said, “What would I do then? Just go to your dorm and ask what room the lesbian is in?”
The girl stopped, turned around. “I’m not a slut.” She was clearly upset. She could see Gina realizing what she said was mean. “Ask for Katherine Kruger.” She said.
Gina nodded.
The girl waved a hand. “Wait.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Everyone knows me as Kat.” She walked away.
Over the next half hour, Gina tried her best to read but the conversation with the girl she now knew as Kat kept getting in the way. Finally, she closed the book and went back to her room.
The next Saturday, three things happened. First, after days of listening to Grace go on about the party, she had relented and the two went to the Sigma Epsilon Frat party. Second, Gina was absolutely bored to death in the first hour. The third thing then happened. Gina spied a side door, opened it, and slipped down the stairs and to the street unobserved.
So, there she was, Saturday night, wearing her short yellow party dress and no place to go. She walked around and eventually found herself across the quad and settled onto a bench near the fountain.
“Your girlfriend stand you up?”
Gina jerked her head around in the direction of the voice. “Jesus.” Gina said. “What the hell are you doing.”
Kat walked forward from a path that passed behind Gina. “Sorry.” She sat down.
“Make yourself at home.” Gina said.
Kat patted Gina’s leg. “Don’t think you want me to do that.” She laughed. Kat was again wearing jeans and a plaid flannel shirt, the sleeves rolled up. Her hand still on Gina’s knee
“Yeah, right.” Gina replied. “It wasn’t a girlfriend, by the way.”
“Good.” Kat said. “That would really give lesbians a bad name.”
“Well no. We wouldn’t want that.” Gina said.
Kat turned to look at her. “You really can say some mean things.”
“Sorry.” Gina said. She reached for Kat’s hand, but it was pulled away before their fingers touched.
“I’m not that easy.” Kat said. Gina started laughing then Kat started laughing.
“You’re pretty fucking easy.” Gina laughed more.
“Yeah, I am.” Kat said. “You’re right.” She was smiling and her hand settled back on Gina’s leg.
Gina flinched but she didn’t move her leg and she didn’t move Kat’s hand.
“So, why is the hottest girl at the university sitting on a park bench alone on Saturday night?” Kat asked.
“Well, let’s see.” Gina said. “A drunk guy spilled his drink on me. One asked if I fucked or just gave blow jobs. Two guys felt my ass while I was waiting in line for a glass of wine.” She shrugged.
“Did you at least get your wine?” Kat asked.
“No.” Gina said.
“You see.” Kat said. “A lesbian would never treat you that way.”
Says the girl with her hand on my thigh?” Gina said.
“Oh, sure, I would have felt you butt.” She giggled. “But I would have gotten you that fucking glass of wine too.”
The two started laughing again. Then as easy as that, Gina lifted Kat’s hand from her leg and placed in down beside her. She stood, looked at Kat. “If I was interested in a girl.” Gina smiled at her. She turned toward her dorm and walked away.
“Good to know.” Kat called out. She watched Gina disappear into the darkness.
It was past one, Kat was in her usual sleep wear, boxers, and a tee, but she was not asleep. She was in bed but wide awake.
Someone was knocking at her door. She went to open it. There stood Gina, grinning.
“You were wrong.” Gina said. “I was right.”
“Kat seemed irritated. “About what?”
“I stopped the first girl I met downstairs and asked her what room the lesbian was in.” Gina smiled.
“You are a bitch.” Kat said. “I think I’m changing my mind about you.”
“I hope not.” Gina whispered. “You have no idea what it has taken for me to come here.”
“Well, actually.” Kat said. “It’s taken you three hours.”
“May I come in?” Gina asked.
“If you don’t. I will chase you down this fucking hallway.” Kat took her hand and guided her in, closing and locking the door behind them.
Gina looked back at the door lock. “Worried about company?” She asked.
Kat put her arms around Gina’s waist. Pulled her close. Her lips brushed along Gina’s cheek. She kissed her neck. “I’m Worried you’ll escape?”
“Oh, I sat downstairs for the last hour. If I was going to run, I would have already done it.” Gina explained.
“Good.” Kat said. She led Gina to the side of her bed. Hands back on her sides. Lips back on her neck.
“But.” Gina whispered. “I, we, just need to move slow.”
Scared?” Kat asked.
“Terrified.” Gina said.
Kat’s lips found Gina’s. She kissed her softly, gently. “Well, as the frat boys say.” Kat pressed Gina’s shoulders and she settled onto the bed. Kat continued easing Gina onto her back.
“Frat boys?” Gina asked.
Kat knelt on the floor. Her hands moving along Gina’s thighs. She was easing her dress up. She kissed Gina on the inside of her leg.
Again, Gina mumbled. “What about Frat boys?”
Kat kissed further up Gina’s thigh until her hand pressed on her abdomen. Fingers slipping into panties. Gina’s legs moving apart. Kat looked up. “First a blow job.” Kat whispered. “Then, I fuck you.”
Gina’s hand went to her mouth to suppress a laugh. But for the next forty minutes her hand remained there, covering her mouth from whimpering, crying out, gasps, and vulgarities she was not even aware she knew.
Kat crawled up beside Gina. She kissed her cheek. Her hand under Gina’s dress, fingers cupping her breast. “Say something.” Kat asked.
“What?” Gina said.
“Anything.” Kat said. “What you’re feeling. What you’re thinking.”
“I feel glorious.” Gina said.
“Can I add that to my resume.” Kat asked.
“I think I’m gay.” Gina laughed. “You should definitely be allowed to add that.”
Kat pulled her hand free. “Take this dress off.”
Gina stood on week legs and reached behind her finding the zipper. She let the dress fall forward and worked it over her hips, letting it drop to the floor. She stood there looking at Kat, nude.
Kat crawled off of the bed and pointed. Gina lay back down. She watched as Kat removed her tee shirt and the thumb her boxers down. Kat was not the beautiful girl Gina was. But she was about to prove that she was an amazing lover.
She slipped back onto the bed beside Gina. Slowly she pressed her arm under Gina and finally rolled her over on top of her. “Bring yourself to me.” Kat whispered.
“I don’t. I. What?” Gina didn’t know what Kat wanted her to do.
Kat cupped her face and kissed her. “Set up.” Gina started to do that. Kat held her. “Then.” She added. “I what you her bring yourself up here to me.” When she released Gina, Gina sat up. She pulled her knees up along Kat’s sides. Holding Gina’s hips, Kat urged her forward.
Gina now understood. She moved up until her sex was at Kat’s mouth. “Oh, God.” Gina said.
Kat was licking along her labia. “Oh Kat, God, you are. Please. Holy.” Both of Gina’s hands went to her mouth again. She stifled a scream as Kat’s lips took her clitoris.
Gina began gliding her sex forward and back on Kat’s mouth. That tongue doing such unthinkable things to her. She could feel her fluids flowing. She didn’t care. She was moaning, grunting, her ass was vibrating. She leaned forward. Hands on the bed, fists clenching the sheet.
“Oh Christ.” Gina cried. Her second orgasm struck like a thunderbolt. She rolled her head, fucked her lover’s tongue. “You, I, can’t. Aw fuck.” Gina somehow found the desire to push herself back, to lay forward, her mouth finding Kat’s. She was kissing her mouth, licking over her face.
Finally, her passion began to calm. She lay her head on Kat’s chest. Her breathing still came in short gulps. “I need to get up.” Kat whispered.
“Oh god.” Gina exclaimed. “I’m so sorry.” She quickly sat up and slid off to one side of Kat.
“Relax sweetie.” Kat got off of the bed and leaned over to kiss her. “I just need to, you know,” Another kiss. “I’ll be right back, promise.”
Gina watched her walk away. That was when she saw Kat’s tattoo on her lower back. Rather significant she thought. She laid back on the bed, closed her eyes and just smiled.
A few minutes later she felt Kat crawl back up beside her. She smiled at Kat. “Turn over.” She said.
“I don’t expect you to do anything.” Kat said. “I don’t need you to do anything.”
“Shut up girl. I just want to see your tattoo.” She laughed. Kat rolled onto the stomach. There, the width of her petite back, at the base of her spine was an intricate design.
“It looks like. Are they angel’s wings?” Gina was tracing it with her fingers.
“Look closer.” Kat said.
“Oh my God.” Gina said. There, within the lace, in the angle’s wings, was the outline of a girl, nude, legs apart. She leaned down, kissed it. “Now I know why they call them Tramp Stamps.
Kat rolled back over. She pulled Gina to her. Her mouth kissing her neck, her cheek, hands running the length pf her back. “So,” Kat said. “Nice first date.” She smiled. “Considering.”
What?” Gina asked. “What does that mean.”
Kat’s tongue traced around Gina’s mouth. “If you had said yes at the coffee shop, we could have fucked, and both been asleep at a decent hour.”
“Oh no.” Gina said. “I have to go, really. Damn.”
“Or.” Kat whispered. “We can just curl up right here together and you can go home in the morning.
“I have a feeling we won’t be getting a lot of sleep if I stay here.” Gina said.
“I promise.” Kat said.
“What are you promising?” Gina asked.
“I promise to let you sleep.” Kat said. She was kissing her neck and over her collarbone.
“You really promise?” Gina asked.
“Yes, but.” Kat started but stopped.
“But what?” Gina said.
“No Promises about in the morning so, you still might be late for class.” Kat said.
Gina wiggled up as close the Kat as she could get. “Fair enough.”
“Kat whispered. “Did you just call be a tramp?”
“Yup.” Gina said.
“that’s what I thought.” Kat kissed her one more time.