My hand follows the curve of your cheek, fingertips lightly touching smooth, soft skin. Eyes lost within each others seeing the possibilities dancing in brightness there. Taking away my hand, sighing, as I quickly remember. Remembering you saying you don't feel this way, or so you say. Remembering we are still in the locker room surrounded by schoolmates. Remembering we had just shared a good laugh. Forcing myself to smile a straight disinterested smile, suppressing my feelings again, our eyes look away quickly shocked by what they saw inside. Shocked by how intense a look can be, shocked by how intense a brief touch lingers on the skin.

Knowing the skin does not care about labels or societies prejudice.

We talk casually returning to the commons to study. A safe place for us to hide from the burning within us hidden from the surface. Time passes slowly, I sneak looks at you while you pour through books, papers and notes. Stopping you get up and flop next to me on the worn couch, you look over my shoulder reading my notes. I feel your breath on my neck, blushing. "If we go to the movie tonight what would you do if I held your hand?" you tease whispering in my ear so others can't hear. My stomach drops, my body catches fire as I stammer trying to find words to answer.

Smiling, faking control, " What is the movie?" You just smile into my eyes. Deep inhale as my panties soak through, "You can hold hands with me anytime, " I whisper back into her ear. Our eyes meeting with that flash of bright light that takes us thousands of miles away from the dank commons room. You bond back to your books, my heart pounding me back to reality. The rest of the evening we spend like nothing ever was said except for glimpses when our eyes meet. Light caress the trees and building as we walk to my room before the movie. Once in the room I start to change in front of you like we always have done before but this time, this time... Choosing a tight black tank top to wear over my black lace bra I stretch my arms high as I put it one turning a bit to show off the lines of my body, of my breasts.

Tucking into my jeans I slip my hands over my curved waist and flat stomach for her to see.

Slowly I bend putting on my black braided belt letting her see how my jeans fit just right, tight yet loose in the right places. Moving I feel your eyes watching me surreptitiously, I pretend not to notice. Looking in the mirror checking myself out I run my hands quickly over my nipples as they stick through the material. Brushing my hair in the mirror I hear your breathing quickened feel your eyes upon me, smell your soft perfume.

Next thing I know I feel your breathe on my shoulder, you just behind me. Touching my shoulders lightly , running your hands over my arms lingering over my tattoos, then slowly down to take my fingers in yours. A moan softly escapes from me, afraid to speak or this dream might end. "I want you, " you breathe fast soft into my ear. I am alive with need, want, and desire. The fire burns my soul.

Whispering hoarsely, " But I thought you weren't into this?" seeing you smiling, " not that I am complaining or stopping you!" All you do is laugh and raise an eyebrow. You kiss my shoulder softly, gliding to my neck nuzzling sensations I haven't known from another.

"I changed my mind.

I can't explain it.. I want you more then I have wanted anyone in my life. You make me feel things with just your eyes that I have never felt with a guy." A hand slides languidly over my stomach hugging my body tight against hers.

Your soft full breasts press hard into my back as I lean into you, reaching back my hand finds your swayed back and runs down to the curve of your hips...