Staring at the open box on the closed toilet lid, Andrea Kissinger felt a twinge of apprehension. Right up until she saw her nineteen-year-old step-sister, Emma,\u00a0 spooning the green-brown paste into the applicator bottle, she had been excited about their project. Now as the teenager screwed the top into place, she was having second thoughts.<\/p>\n
Emma looked up at her, saw her frowning, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure we should be doing this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you serious,\u201d her step-sister said, laughing and shaking her head, \u201cafter we drove all over the city looking for this stuff and you put fifty bucks into it… Now you want to get cold feet?\u201d<\/p>\n
Shooting her a look, Andrea said, \u201cI’m not getting cold feet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laughing, Emma said, \u201cIt sure sounds like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s just…\u201d she said, looking at the box, \u201cit doesn’t look anything like Aunt May’s. Are you sure it is the same thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSee,\u201d she said, holding up the box lid, \u201cHenna Tattoo Kit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt May’s was white, though,\u201d she said, taking the box.<\/p>\n
Her Aunt May had gotten married last month and had this beautiful motif from her wrist to her shoulder done in this white adhesive. All flowers and vines, swirls and intricate lines, it had been so cool, and Andrea had wanted one so bad.<\/p>\n
Fast forward to yesterday when she mentioned it to Emma. She was staying the weekend and thought it was her best chance to do it. She had pestered the nineteen-year-old until she agreed to help her find the henna stuff her aunt had worn for her wedding. It hadn’t taken much to convince her, mostly saying Andrea was paying for it herself.<\/p>\n
The girl was very artistic and being able to experiment with something new appealed to that side of her. She had drawn up this elaborate stencil, one that would take up most of one of Andrea’s legs. When she had shown Andrea, the girl had hardly been able to contain her excitement. It was the coolest thing she’d ever seen and was almost giddy at the thought of it being on her body.<\/p>\n
\u201cI guess it comes in different colors. We looked everywhere for the white stuff,\u201d Emma said, looking at Andrea, \u201cyou said this was okay, remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Andrea said, laughing and putting up her hands in surrender, \u201cI’m just thinking out loud, is all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBesides, this is better. You are so pale that the white henna might not have shown up. It wouldn’t hurt to get outside every now and then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFunny,\u201d she said, shaking her head. She rubbed her hands together, fidgeted. Emma saw her, gave her another look. Grinning sheepishly, she said, \u201cI’m just a little nervous, is all.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat’s to be nervous about? It is all natural, no added chemicals or preservatives. I can’t even say that about the milk in the fridge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, but,\u201d Andrea said, laughing, \u201cyou aren’t the one putting it on your body.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain, this was your idea,\u201d her step-sister reminded her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd it was your job to tell me no,\u201d she said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m not your mom, kiddo,\u201d Emma said, laughing.<\/p>\n
They had put a lot of effort into this, and she felt she couldn’t back out now, even though little alarm bells were ringing in her head. She couldn’t help but feel they were missing something important.<\/p>\n
Ignoring those bells, she forced a smile and said, \u201cLet’s just do something small, see how it goes first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already drew up a stencil,\u201d Emma said, looking at her, \u201cit is badass.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, but it is BIG,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you liked it,\u201d Emma said, frowning.<\/p>\n
\u201cI love it but…\u201d she said, then shook her head, \u201cnever mind.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again, she felt trapped. Emma had put a lot of effort into making the stencil, had created this beautiful drawing. She felt she owed it to her step-sister to let Emma put it on her.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we doing this or not,\u201d Emma asked, holding up the applicator bottle.<\/p>\n
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood. I was afraid you were chickening out on me,\u201d her step-sister said, grinning at her, \u201cnow, take off the jeans.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laughing, Andrea unbuttoned her jeans, shimmied out of them. Tossing them aside, she looked down at her smooth, unmarked leg. Pale from the winter, her skin was silky, unblemished. She tried to imagine the design Emma had drawn up on her calf and thigh. Smiling, she remembered why she had been excited about this in the first place.<\/p>\n
Emma produced a tube of Speed Stick deodorant and a bottle of alcohol, popped the cap on both. Frowning, Andrea asked, \u201cWhat are those for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo transfer the stencil to your skin,\u201d she said, tearing off a few pieces of paper towel, “I don’t have any of my gear here, so we are going to try this.”<\/p>\n
She poured some alcohol onto one sheet, used it to wipe Andrea’s leg clean. On another sheet, she poured more alcohol, then began to rub the deodorant back and forth. When she had it ready, she prepared Andrea’s leg with it. Satisfied, she lined the stencil up, then pressed it into place. When she pulled the paper away, Andrea saw the design had transferred to her leg.<\/p>\n
Grinning, she asked, \u201cHow did you know to do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCasey,\u201d Emma said<\/p>\n
\u201cThe girlfriend,\u201d Andrea said, grinning. Emma had been dating this thirty-eight-year-old woman, and Andrea liked to tease her about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cEx-girlfriend, actually,\u201d Emma said, laughing, \u201c we broke up. You can’t give me shit, anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times were you mistaken for mother and daughter, again?\u201d Andrea asked, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cShut up,\u201d Emma said, then grinned, \u201cmore than a couple.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still laughing, she asked, \u201cHow did Casey know how to do this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLearned it in prison,\u201d the nineteen-year-old said, waiting for the comment from Andrea.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m not even going to say anything,\u201d Andrea said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, yeah. I know,\u201d Emma said, holding up the bottle, \u201cready?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nodding, Andrea said, \u201cYou need to find you a nice girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emma cleared the toilet seat off, had her sit down. Pulling the trash bag out of the waste can beside it, she turned it upside down and sat on it. She rested Andrea’s leg on her knees, started applying the henna paste to her stencil.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe problem is, I’m not attracted to nice girls,\u201d Emma said, looking up at her.<\/p>\n
Andrea thought back to all the girls she’d seen her step-sister with, and she had to smile. Not a goody two shoes in the bunch. Not that her step-sister was much of one herself. She wore too much eyeliner, had tattoos all over her body, was pierced in so many places she’d probably take on water if she ever fell in a pool. Her hair was jet black, even though Andrea was pretty sure it was blond when she was younger.<\/p>\n
She thought her step-sister was the coolest person ever, even if she’d never admit it to her. Her dad would never let her dress like the nineteen-year-old, would have a stroke if she ever came home all pierced and tatted up like her. She wasn’t even allowed to wear makeup.<\/p>\n
Letting Emma put this henna paste on her was the most rebellious thing she’d ever done. If it wouldn’t just wash off in the shower, she would never have done it. Even now, she had a naughty little thrill working up her spine as the design began to appear on her leg.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is going to look so cool when it’s finished,\u201d Emma said, glancing up at her. Andrea grinned at her excitedly.<\/p>\n
Emma worked the applicator bottle with inexplicable ease, even though she’d never done this before. Her steady hand made leaves and flowers and vines appear on Andrea’s skin, each one clear and beautiful as the one before it. The pace at which she worked slowly increased as she became more confident and Andrea’s leg began filling up with the design. Her excitement only grew as it neared completion.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think that’s it,\u201d Emma said, setting the bottle down.<\/p>\n
Standing up, Andrea looked at her handy work in the bathroom mirror. She put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. The design had looked so beautiful on the page, but now that it was on her skin, it was stunning. So happy, she hugged her step-sister fiercely, making the girl laugh.<\/p>\n
Hugging her back, Emma said, \u201cI take it you like it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI love it! It is perfect!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me grab my camera,\u201d her step-sister said, and Andrea released her.
\nShe stared at her reflection while the nineteen-year-old went to find her camera. The henna paste contrasted with her pale skin and she had to grin. Her step-sister had been right about the henna paste. The darker color looked good on her.<\/p>\n
Coming back into the bathroom, Emma said, \u201cGive me a sexy pose.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea laughed and struck a stupid model pose for her so the girl could take a picture. Bending down, Emma took a close up of her work. She straightened up and showed Andrea the images.<\/p>\n
\u201cVery cool,\u201d Andrea said, grinning.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a few hours until that sets up, according to the box,\u201d she said, powering off the camera. Looking at the bowl of leftover paste, she said, \u201cWe still have a lot left over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Andrea agreed, picking it up, \u201cdo you think it can be saved?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t believe,\u201d she said, then grinned, \u201cYou know, I have another stencil ready.\u201d
\n\u201cReally? Why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is going to be my next tattoo,\u201d she said, tilting her head to one side as she looked at Andrea, \u201cI think it’d look cool on your side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it,\u201d Andrea asked, curious to see what her step-sister was getting as a new tattoo.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome on, I’ll show you,\u201d she said, and Andrea followed her out of the bathroom to the living room where she had her artist workstation set up. She dug the drawing out, handed it to Andrea.<\/p>\n
Looking at it, she started laughing. It was an angel and a demon girl vertical on the page. They were both very naked and joined at the knee in a curious optical illusion that made it hard to tell where one girl ended and the other began. With their wings spread high over their heads, it was a very striking, powerful picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want to put two naked girls on my side?\u201d Andrea asked, still looking at the drawing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, you’ve never wanted a naked girl on you before,\u201d Emma said, her tone teasing. She laughed when Andrea gave her a look. Still laughing, she said, \u201cHey, don’t knock it until you try it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She wanted to tell her step-sister no, hand her the picture back but she couldn’t stop looking at it. It was curiously compelling, sexy. She was mesmerized by it.<\/p>\n
Emma was grinning at her when she finally looked at the nineteen-year-old,\u00a0 said, \u201cPretty cool design, isn’t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Andrea admitted, looking down at it, again.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is going to look so cool on your side,\u201d Emma said, snagging the picture from her, \u201ccome on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea followed her back into the bathroom, shaking her head. She was going to let her step-sister put a naked angel and demon girl on her body. Another shiver of excitement worked through her, just thinking about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cLose the shirt,\u201d Emma said, sitting on the toilet.<\/p>\n
Laughing, Andrea shrugged out of her shirt, stood in just her panties and bra. Holding the stencil up to her side, Emma frowned. She moved it around a bit, still frowning.<\/p>\n
She lowered it, looked at Andrea, said, \u201cI drew this up for me and I’m bit bigger than you.The good news is, I can make it fit, but how attached to these panties, are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy panties?\u201d she asked, her eyes widening.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make it fit,\u201d she said, rubbing the back of her neck, \u201cI’m going to have to put it lower on your hip and right now your panties are in the way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want me to take them off?\u201d she asked, dubiously.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d she said, then grinned, \u201cyou’d smear the paste on your leg. I was thinking about just cutting the side, so it hangs open. You’d still have your business covered, and I could finish the wings. So, how attached are you to these panties?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea looked at her like she was crazy, said, \u201cYou aren’t cutting my panties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the stencil isn’t going to fit,\u201d she said, meeting her eyes.<\/p>\n
Looking at the design again, she really wanted it but did she want it enough to let her step-sister mangle her underwear? It wasn’t the panties she was worried about but the fact that part of the pattern was apparently going to be in a very intimate place. She wasn’t sure she wanted anyone drawing down there.<\/p>\n
Emma was still looking at her when she looked back up. She saw the uncertainty in Andrea’s face, gave her a sad smile, said, \u201cIt’s fine. I get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Blushing, Andrea said, \u201cIt’s not that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d Emma asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don’t know. I’m shy, I guess.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laughing, her step-sister said, \u201cYou’ve been standing there in your underwear for five minutes, Andrea. What do you have left to be shy about? Your hip?\u201d<\/p>\n
Embarrassed, she gave the girl a sheepish grin, nodded, \u201cWhen you say it like that, it makes it seem foolish.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo, should I get the scissors?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUm…\u201d she said, with a nervous giggle, \u201cYeah. Do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAtta girl,\u201d Emma said, grabbing a pair of scissors from the medicine cabinet. Andrea watched as the scissors closed on the thin material of her underwear and it parted. The flaps hung loose, and she saw it revealed a bit more than just her hip, but she didn’t say anything because all the important parts were still technically covered.<\/p>\n
The deodorant\/alcohol wipe was cold on her skin as Emma prepped her side for the stencil, and she shivered a bit. She watched as Emma lined the stencil up as she wanted, then pressed it against her flank. She let it set for a few seconds, then carefully removed it, leaving the design behind on her skin. She looked up at Andrea, grinned, \u201cThis is going to be so sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d she said, more relaxed now that she saw the demon’s wing wasn’t going to be anywhere near her girlhood as she had feared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I’ll add some flowers and leaves to tie the two together,\u201d she said, adding more paste to her applicator bottle.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’d like that,\u201d Andrea said, imagining the two patterns merged. It would mean most of her leg, her hip, and her flank, which was kind of exciting. She was glad Emma talked her out of changing her mind and getting something small.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright, Kiddo,\u201d she said, grinning, \u201cdo you need to use the bathroom or anything? We’ve got a lot of work to do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m ready,\u201d she said, grinning.<\/p>\n
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Standing naked in front of the bathroom mirror, she hated that it was time to wash the paste off. She loved the swirls and leaves and flowers, really loved the angel\/demon design. Turning to one side, she looked at the design as it wrapped around onto her back. After Emma had finished tying the two pieces together, Andrea had talked her into freehanding some more, just didn’t want to stop. Emma hadn’t minded, just laughed and said she ‘had the bug’. She had even let the girl put some of the leaves and flowers on the part of her buttock left bared by the cut panties, blushing the whole time.<\/p>\n
It was a shame just to wash all that work Emma had done away. Sighing, she knew it had to be done. Her weekend with her step-sister was coming to an end and she would have to go home tomorrow. Her father would have a fit if he saw this.<\/p>\n
At least, she had the photos Emma had taken to remember it by.<\/p>\n
Sighing again, she turned away from the mirror and fiddled with the taps until she got the water temperature just right. With one last look at her reflection in the mirror, she stepped into the stall and started the shower. The hot water felt wonderful, and it took the dried up paste off without much effort. She lathered up and rinsed the last of it away, then frowned when she looked down at herself. Where the paste had been, she now had these sickly yellow\/orange lines. Soaping up again, she really scrubbed at those places the design had been. She wasn’t too worried; her Aunt May hadn’t said anything about her design staining her skin. It would rinse off, this time, she was sure.<\/p>\n
As the water rinsed the lather away, she saw the same lines, not faded at all. She felt a moment’s panic but grinned instead. She picked up her sister’s exfoliating body wash and her shower puff, vigorously worked the soap into her skin. This would surely take the stuff off her skin.<\/p>\n
When the water sluiced the soap from her skin and she still saw the lines, she gave into her panic, yelling, \u201cEmma! Emma!\u201d<\/p>\n
Cranking off the water, she grabbed a towel, wrapped it around her body and tucked it between her budding breasts.<\/p>\n
Her step-sister burst into the room, looked at her wide eyed, \u201cWhat? What’s wrong?\u201d
\nShe pointed at her leg, the stain clearly visible against her pale skin.<\/p>\n
Emma put her hand to her mouth, her eyes wide. She stood like that a second, then said, \u201cOh shit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, oh shit,\u201d Andrea said, her heart knocking around her rib cage like a crazed animal.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s okay,\u201d Emma said, lowering her hand, \u201cUm… I have some special soap. It should-\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already tried it,\u201d Andrea said, sitting on the toilet. She didn’t care she was making a puddle, \u201cI soaped up three times, even used your exfoliating soap and it didn’t fade at all.”
\nEmma put her hand on Andrea’s shoulder, said, \u201cIt’s okay. Um… Get dressed. I’ll be in the living room. I’m sure there is something on the internet.<\/p>\n
When the nineteen-year-old was gone, she put her face in her hands. She wanted to cry but just didn’t have time for it right now. Those little warning bells that had gone off in her head right before they started… So stupid had it been to ignore them.<\/p>\n
Pulling herself to her feet, she dried off, slipped into her sleep shorts and tank top. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she shook her head at the very visible swirls and leaves and flowers. She was afraid to lift her shirt and see the very naked angel and demon girl on her side.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m going to be in so much trouble,\u201d she said, out loud.<\/p>\n
Emma looked at her when she came into the living room, cringing. That told Andrea what she needed to know and her shoulders fell. Coming to her step-sister’s side, she looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt seems what your Aunt May had wasn’t henna at all,\u201d Emma said, looking at the screen, \u201cbut a form of body adhesive commonly called henna even though it isn’t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d Andrea said, bracing for the bad news.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found some real henna, a plant based skin and hair… dye.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDye,\u201d she said, shaking her head.<\/p>\n
Cringing again, she said, \u201cIf left on for three or four hours, the stain can last weeks.\u201d
\nLaughing and shaking her head, Andrea said, \u201cI’m dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt gets worse,\u201d she said, glancing sideways at Andrea, \u201cthe design… It is going to darken overnight to this dark reddish brown color.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hanging her head, Andrea said, \u201cIt might as well be neon. There is no hiding it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAndrea, I’m sorry,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s not your fault. It was my idea,\u201d she said, going to the couch and sitting down wearily, \u201cI’m in so much trouble, aren’t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Swiveling on her chair, Emma said, \u201cProbably. Unless you can hide it until it disappears. The website says exfoliating soaps will help it fade faster. I’ll buy you some before I take you home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d she said, smiling at her step-sister.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a bright side,\u201d she said, grinning.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat’s that,\u201d Andrea asked, not seeing a bright side to this.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least, you get to keep your tattoo a little while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, that doesn’t help,\u201d she said, laughing.
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\u201cOh wow. That’s not good.\u201d<\/p>\n
Opening her eyes, she found her step-sister leaning over her and looking at her leg. She knew by the look on her face it wasn’t good news, but she sat up and looked, anyway. Seeing the stain was a deep red now and probably visible from space, she had to laugh. She flopped back onto her back, staring up at the living room ceiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s amazing how perfect the stain is,\u201d Emma said, still hovering over her. When Andrea gave her a look, she laughed and added, \u201cYeah, it sucks you are going to be grounded until you leave for college but you have to admit it is kind of cool.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea threw her covers off, sat up on the couch. Putting her leg out and her foot on the coffee table, she looked at the end of her social life. Impending doom aside, her step-sister was right. She could still see all the little intricate line work Emma had put into the design as clear as when she still had the paste on. The dark, vibrant red was beautiful against her pale skin.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is pretty cool,\u201d Andrea said, smiling at the girl.<\/p>\n
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Standing on the front stoop, Andrea took a deep breath to calm her nerves before opening the door. She barely made it inside before running into her father. He was sitting on the couch, watching football. He looked up and she had a paranoid moment when she was sure he could see the tattoo, somehow. She knew she was being paranoid, had stared at her reflection in the mirror for a good fifteen minutes before letting her step-sister bring her home. The tattoo didn\u2019t show with the clothes she had on. Her breath still caught in her throat.<\/p>\n
He smiled at her and said, \u201cHey. Did you have fun at Emma\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
She forced the stale air past the lump in her throat, then drew a fresh breath, so she could answer, \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded, then turned his attention back to the screen. She hurried out of the room before he could see the relief on her face. Her heart was racing as she headed upstairs to her bedroom. Shaking her head, she thought it was going to be a long three weeks or so until the tattoo faded. A long, nerve wreaking three weeks.<\/p>\n
Dropping her backpack on the bed, she pulled out the plastic bag of skin care products. The lady at the cosmetic counter had been sympathetic to her plight and had recommended some products that should speed up the fading process. Andrea only hoped the woman didn\u2019t work on commission and had sold her a bunch of stuff that wouldn\u2019t do any good.<\/p>\n
She emptied the bag into her junk drawer, hoping the bottles of lotion and soap would blend in with the rest of the drawers contents. She really didn\u2019t want to explain why she had so many skin care products, since she had great skin, already.<\/p>\n
Closing the drawer, she pulled her cell phone from her pocket and called her friend, Kelly.<\/p>\n
While the phone rang, she flopped on her bed. Staring up at the ceiling, she waited for the girl to pick up.<\/p>\n
\u201cHey,\u201d Kelly said, coming on the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m so screwed,\u201d Andrea said, without preamble.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you screwed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea told her about the henna tattoo, then said, \u201cIt isn\u2019t going anywhere for like three weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow,\u201d her friend said, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s not funny,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt kind of is,\u201d Kelly said, still laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, I\u2019m glad you are amused,\u201d Andrea said, smiling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are going to be fine. You just need to wear pants until it fades,\u201d Kelly said, finally stopping laughing, \u201csince it is almost winter, no one will bat an eye if you are always wearing jeans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope you are right,\u201d she said, feeling better.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am,\u201d her friend said, then added, \u201cI have to go. I have a research paper to write for class. It\u2019s due tomorrow, and I haven\u2019t even started.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean the one for history class that was assigned almost a month ago?\u201d Andrea asked, laughing.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t judge me,\u201d her friend said, laughing, \u201cbye.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBye.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grinning, Andrea ended the call and tossed her phone aside. She felt better, her friend having put her mind at ease some.<\/p>\n
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\u201cJesus, Andrea!\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea turned and saw Hannah Foster gaping at her. She blushed, knew what the girl was staring at. The rest of the girls in the locker room turned to see what the hubbub was all about. Suddenly, she was the center of attention, and she wished she hadn\u2019t taken her shirt off. The girls crowded in, everyone wanting to look at the tattoo. She had to tell the story of how she got it, her face hot from all the attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cI hope you brought sweat pants,\u201d Hannah said, slipping into her cheer shorts.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Andrea asked, pulling her gym clothes out of her bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cMs. Greg is going to take one look at your leg and call your parents,\u201d Hanna said, looking at Andrea, \u201ctell me you brought sweat pants?\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea looked down at her little shorts, her heart racing. She knew the girl was right, that the P.E. teacher was quick to call student\u2019s parents. \u00a0She hadn\u2019t thought about the tattoo when she packed her gym clothes this morning, had just grabbed her usual kit. \u00a0Now, panic set in\u00a0\u00a0and she felt a little sick to her stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, wow,\u201d Hannah said, reading the truth of the situation in her reaction, \u201cyou are so in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sitting heavily on the bench, Andrea stared at her clothes, shaking her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHere,\u201d someone said to her left and a pair of yoga pants were thrust into her field of vision, \u201ctrade with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked up and saw the new girl standing in front of her. \u00a0Today was only her third day in class, her family having just moved to town from Florida. \u00a0Andrea didn\u2019t know much more than that about her.<\/p>\n
The girl gave her a sympathetic smile, still holding out the pants. Andrea took them, shook them out so she could look at them. They looked like they should fit.<\/p>\n
She gave the girl an uncertain look, asked, \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded and said, \u201cI figure we are about the same size.\u201d<\/p>\n
Andrea scrambled to remember the girl\u2019s name, finally had it, \u201cYou are a lifesaver, Michelina. I mean it. My dad would have killed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
The girl smiled and said, \u201cLet me have the shorts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Passing the shorts to the girl, Andrea slipped into the yoga pants, happy to see the legs were long enough to touch the tops of her shoes. Sighing with relief, she surprised the girl with a hug. Laughing, the girl hugged her back for a second. Andrea gave her a sheepish grin, realizing it was a little strange to be hugging a girl she barely knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you so much,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDe nada,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n
With the crisis averted, the rest of her third-period gym class was rather uneventful. Forty minutes of playing basketball later, she was back in the locker room for a shower before her next class. \u00a0She stripped out of her sweaty gym clothes, grabbed her towel and shower shoes, then headed for the showers. \u00a0Hanging up her towel, she pushed the button on the wall that started the shower, then eased under the lukewarm spray. \u00a0After about thirty seconds, the water petered out, and she had to push the button, again. It was supposed to save water, but mostly it was a pain.<\/p>\n
Feeling eyes on her, Andrea turned and found Michelina looking at her. The girl blinked in surprise, realized she had been caught. She offered Andrea a sheepish grin and said, \u201cSorry. I was looking at your tattoo. It is beautiful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThanks,\u201d Andrea said, smiling, \u201cI\u2019m stuck with it for three weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is a shame it only lasts three weeks,\u201d Michelina said, smiling at her, \u201cthe rojo on you pale skin…It is muy bonita. I like the angel and demonio. Demon? It is very\u2026 Striking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy step-sister said it is going to be her next tattoo,\u201d Andrea said, looking down at the naked angel and demon girl on her side, \u201cIt is pretty cool, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery cool.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmma- \u00a0my step-sister- is the one who did the tattoo for me. It was just supposed to be the leg piece, but she talked me into the one on my side,\u201d Andrea said, then grinned, \u201cshe didn\u2019t have to twist my arm too hard, though.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is very talented,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe is,\u201d Andrea agreed, turning back around. She pressed the button to start the shower, again. \u00a0She felt eyes on her, again. When they lingered a little too long, she looked over her shoulder. She frowned when she didn\u2019t see anyone looking at her.<\/p>\n
Maybe I just imagined it<\/em>, she thought, shrugging.<\/p>\n ————————–<\/p>\n With her lunch tray in hand, Andrea started for her usual table but hesitated when she saw Michelina sitting by herself. She glanced one more time at her friends, then made up her mind. She sat her tray on the table across from Michelina, smiled when the girl looked up at her. She smiled back and motioned for Andrea to join her.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, what are you doing this weekend?\u201d Andrea asked, sitting down.<\/p>\n \u201cNo plans,\u201d Michelina said, looking at her, \u201cwhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy stepmom is taking me to see the new Star Wars movie. Want to come?\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina gave her an amused look, asked, \u201cIs this because I let you borrow my pants?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Andrea admitted, grinning sheepishly, \u201cbut that doesn\u2019t mean you shouldn\u2019t come. It should be a good movie.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ll ask my mom,\u201d Michelina said, smiling.<\/p>\n \u201cUm, I probably should ask my step-mother first,\u201d Andrea said, realizing she might have put the cart in front of the horse.<\/p>\n \u201cOkay,\u201d she said, laughing.<\/p>\n \u201cSorry. I really didn\u2019t think this through,\u201d Andrea said, shaking her head, \u201cI\u2019ll ask tonight. You ask your mom and we can talk about it tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSounds like a plan,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n ————————–<\/p>\n Fresh from her shower, Andrea stood in front of the mirror, shaking her head. Four days of using the exfoliating soap and lotions and the tattoo was as vibrant as ever. \u00a0She knew the stuff wasn\u2019t a miracle worker, couldn\u2019t make the mistake magically disappear. Still, she had hoped to notice some difference.<\/p>\n She lifted her arm and turned her side to the mirror so she could look at the angel\/demon girl tattoo. \u00a0She smiled at the very sexy tattoo, wondering what she had been thinking letting Emma put it on her flank. \u00a0It wasn\u2019t like her.<\/p>\n She had caught a ribbing from her friend Kelly when the girl had seen it. Kim had teased her about what she called \u2018lesbian erotica\u2019 on Andrea\u2019s side. It only got worse, when her friend noticed that some of the tattoo was in rather intimate places. \u00a0Andrea could only weather the jokes, shaking her head. In the end, Kim had relented and admitted it was a cool design.<\/p>\n Looking at the tattoo now, she thought Kim hadn\u2019t been far off calling it \u2018lesbian erotica\u2019. It was definitely erotic and sensual, and the fact that it featured two women joined at the knee was suggestive.<\/p>\n She smiled, thinking she knew why Emma liked it so much.<\/p>\n Shaking her head, she slipped into panties and a bra then looked at the outfit she had chosen to wear to the mall. \u00a0Ordinarily, she would have just wrapped the towel around herself and gone to her room to change, but she couldn\u2019t do that now. Instead, she slipped into her favorite pair of jeans and a long sleeved t-shirt featuring a likeness of Darth Vader before leaving the bathroom. \u00a0In her room, she stepped into a pair of boots she loved, then made one last check in the mirror. Satisfied, she went looking for her stepmother to catch a ride.<\/p>\n It turned out that Michelina lived only ten minutes away. \u00a0She left her stepmother parked at the curb and went to knock on the door. \u00a0It was answered by a lovely Hispanic lady who could only be Michelina\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n \u201cSi?\u201d the woman said, looking Andrea up and down.<\/p>\n \u201cIt\u2019s for me, Mama. This is Andrea,\u201d Michelina said, then rattled off something in Spanish that Andrea didn\u2019t catch. The girl hugged her mom, then grinned at Andrea, \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n Andrea climbed in the back with Michelina, and they talked about school and the neighborhood as Andrea\u2019s stepmother drove them the mall. Andrea saw the woman eavesdropping on the conversation, rolled her eyes at Michelina. The girl smiled and nodded.<\/p>\n Her stepmother dropped them off at the entrance and told them to be back there at nine to be picked up. She drove away, and the girls were left alone to enjoy their Friday night at the mall.<\/p>\n They went inside and headed for the food court.<\/p>\n Noticing the girl looking around as they walked, Andrea asked, \u201cFirst time here?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Michelina said, smiling.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is your typical small town mall, nothing fancy,\u201d she said, then added, \u201cbut it is the place to go on the weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI did notice a lot of people from school are here,\u201d Michelina said, looking around for familiar faces.<\/p>\n \u201cIt is still a little early. By the time our movie lets out, the place will be packed with middle- and high-schoolers.\u201d<\/p>\n They made it to the food court, ordered some Cokes and an order of cheese fries to share. \u00a0As they ate, they made small talk and got to know each other better. \u00a0Andrea was surprised by how much they had in common. They had similar tastes in music and movies. She also learned the girl had a sneaky, mildly sarcastic sense of humor that ran true to her own.<\/p>\n As they killed time until the movie started, Andrea was glad she had invited the girl. \u00a0The more she talked with Michelina, the more she thought they were going to be friends. \u00a0The girl was smiling at her, and she thought the girl was thinking the same thing.<\/p>\n The greasy paper basket the fries had come in and the empty cups went into the trash, and they made their way to the movie theater. They bought their tickets, then made a pass at the concession stand. Loaded down with popcorn and another round of Cokes, they found their theater. It was filling up fast, but they managed to find a couple of seats.<\/p>\n A huge Star Wars fan- something she blames on her father for watching the movies with her- she got excited as the previews ended and the movie began. \u00a0She was on the edge of her seat the whole movie. A couple of times she felt Michelina looking at her, and she saw the girl was amused by her reaction. She was too busy geeking out to be embarrassed. Only when the final credits were rolling could she finally sit back.<\/p>\n \u201cSo you are a fan, huh?\u201d Michelina asked, grinning at her.<\/p>\n \u201cA little,\u201d Andrea said, laughing.<\/p>\n They waited until the crowd heading for the exit thinned out a bit then joined the migration of bodies. A quick stop by the restrooms to relieve the pressure on their bladders from too much Coke, and then they headed into the mall proper. Like Andrea had said it would be, the mall was full of teenagers from the local schools. They walked up and down the mall, talking about the movie.<\/p>\n When it was getting close to their pick up time, they headed back toward the main entrance. As they walked, Andrea had to smile. She hadn\u2019t known what to expect when she had invited the girl to see the movie with her. \u00a0She had done it out of appreciation for saving her butt with the yoga pants, but it had turned out to be a lot of fun. \u00a0She was kind of sad it was almost over.<\/p>\n \u201cMichelina,\u201d Andrea said, drawing the girl\u2019s attention, \u201cwould you want to stay the night? Hang out some more?\u201d<\/p>\n The girl smiled and said, \u201cUm, yeah. I\u2019d like that.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDo you think it would be okay? \u00a0Would your parents let you stay over?\u201d Andrea asked.<\/p>\n \u201cProbably,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n Andrea\u2019s stepmother pulled up to the curve as they exited the mall. As they slipped into the backseat, Andrea asked, \u201cCan Michelina stay the night?\u201d<\/p>\n Laughing, her stepmother said, \u201cI take it you two had fun. It\u2019s okay with me but what about Michelina\u2019s parents?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan we take her by her house? She can ask if it\u2019s okay and pick up some clothes,\u201d Andrea said, as they pulled away from the curb.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d her stepmother said, turning in that direction.<\/p>\n When they made it to Michelina\u2019s house, the girl jumped out and ran inside. She was gone for a while, which Andrea took as a good sign. Michelina was probably packing a bag. Sure enough, the girl had a backpack over one shoulder as she came running to the car. She grinned as she got in the backseat.<\/p>\n \u201cThey said it\u2019s okay,\u201d Michelina said to Andrea\u2019s stepmother.<\/p>\n It was a short drive back to Andrea\u2019s. \u00a0She showed Michelina around the house, and then they headed upstairs to Andrea\u2019s room. \u00a0Andrea watched the girl look around her room, and then Michelina smiled at her and nodded. The girl seemed to approve.<\/p>\n \u201cI like your room,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n \u201cThanks,\u201d Andrea said, going to her stereo. She turned on her MP3 player and started some music. \u00a0She turned to see Michelina grinning at her.<\/p>\n \u201cI love this song,\u201d the girl said, tapping her hand against her thigh to the beat.<\/p>\n \u201cMe, too,\u201d Andrea said, sitting on her bed.<\/p>\n Michelina began to dance, to sway her young body to the music. \u00a0She moved with an unstudied grace that Andrea envied and a confidence that she admired. \u00a0Smiling, she watched the girl as she danced to the music.<\/p>\n Noticing her watching, Michelina motioned for her to join her. \u00a0Laughing, Andrea shook her head. With a look that said the girl wasn\u2019t going to take no for an answer, Michelina came to the bed and pulled her to her feet. Embarrassed, Andrea just stood there. Grinning, Michelina put her hands on Andrea\u2019s hips, made her move. \u00a0Laughing, Andrea gave in, began to dance with the girl. She followed Michelina\u2019s lead, if a lot less gracefully than the girl.<\/p>\n \u201cNow, you\u2019ve got it,\u201d Michelina said, grinning.<\/p>\n \u201cNo, you\u2019ve got it. I\u2019m just faking it,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cDancing is all in the hips,\u201d Michelina said, spinning her around. The girl moved against her, molded against her back. Her hands moved up to Andrea\u2019s belly, trapping her. It was a little strange, dancing with another girl like this and Andrea put her hand to her face with embarrassment. Michelina didn\u2019t let go, moved them around the bedroom in a slow dance.<\/p>\n The song ended, and Michelina spun her back around but didn\u2019t let go of her. They were standing very close, their bodies pressed together still. \u00a0Michelina met her eyes, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. \u00a0The look she was giving Andrea and that smile\u2026 Andrea just had enough time to wonder about them before the girl kissed her.<\/p>\n For a long second, she was too stunned to pull away. In the end, it was Michelina who pulled back, meeting her eyes. \u00a0She gave Andrea a shy, uncertain smile. She must have read Andrea\u2019s confusion in her eyes because her expression turned to embarrassment and she released Andrea in a hurry.<\/p>\n \u201cDios mio,\u201d Michelina said, putting her hand to her mouth. She turned away from Andrea.<\/p>\n Andrea wanted to say something, but her mind was still trying to catch up. \u00a0Her lips were tingling from where Michelina had kissed her, and it wasn\u2019t making it any easier to think. \u201cMichelina, I\u2026\u201d Andrea started, then realized she didn\u2019t know what to say.<\/p>\n \u201cI- I was mistaken. I\u2019m sorry I kissed you,\u201d Michelina said, looking like she wanted to flee in embarrassment.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat do you mean the tattoo?\u201d Andrea asked, frowning.<\/p>\n \u201cI thought you might be\u2026\u201d Michelina said, looking away as understanding dawned on Andrea\u2019s face.<\/p>\n \u201cOh,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cListen, I\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said, meeting Andrea\u2019s eyes pleadingly, \u201cplease don\u2019t tell anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTell anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAbout this,\u201d Michelina said.<\/p>\n Andrea realized the girl was afraid she\u2019d gossip about her at school. \u00a0She gave the girl what she hoped was a reassuring smile and said, \u201cI won\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cDo you want me to leave?\u201d Michelina asked.<\/p>\n Laughing, Andrea said, \u201cYou don\u2019t have to leave. It isn\u2019t that big of a deal.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n Andrea went to the girl and grabbed her by the shoulders, met her eyes and said, \u201cRelax. I\u2019m not going to tell anyone, and I\u2019m not going to stop being your friend just because you kissed me.\u201d<\/p>\n She felt the tension go out of the girl, and Michelina offered her a sheepish grin. Returning it with a reassuring one of her own, Andrea gave her shoulders one more friendly squeeze, then released the girl. Going to her bed, she sat down and patted the mattress beside her. Hesitantly, Michelina sat beside her.<\/p>\n Grinning at the girl, Andrea said, \u201cYou really thought I was a lesbian because of the tattoo, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina laughed and said, \u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy step-sister is a lesbian, and she designed this for herself,\u201d Andrea said, letting the girl off the hook.<\/p>\n \u201cOh,\u201d Michelina said, then frowned, \u201cbut why did you let her put it on your side?\u201d<\/p>\n It was Andrea\u2019s turn to offer up a sheepish grin, and she said, \u201cI don\u2019t know. It is a very cool design, for one thing. It was a spur of the moment decision that I really didn\u2019t think through. That and I thought it was just going to wash off. Now I\u2019m stuck with what my friend Kelly calls \u2018lesbian erotica\u2019 on my side for the next three weeks or so.\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina laughed.<\/p>\n \u201cJust for the record, it was a nice kiss,\u201d Andrea said, laughing when Michelina gave her look of surprise, \u201cyou are a much better kisser than Tommy Nelson. I thought he was trying to swallow my head, he had his mouth open so wide.\u201d<\/p>\n Snorting in surprise, Michelina started laughing and asked, \u201cWho is Tommy Nelson?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA boy I kissed on a dare,\u201d Andrea said, grinning at her, \u201cshould have picked Truth.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Michelina said, shaking her head. She sobered up some, but she was still grinning when she said, \u201cYou are a nice kisser, too.\u201d<\/p>\n Something Emma had said popped into her head, and she wondered about the curious timing. Her step-sister had teased her about wanting a naked woman on her and had said don\u2019t knock it until you try it. She hadn\u2019t been kidding when she had said Michelina was a nice kisser but did she really want to do it again? Was that what that errant thought was all about?<\/p>\n \u201cWhat are you thinking about?\u201d Michelina asked.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d Andrea asked, pulled back from her own thoughts.<\/p>\n \u201cYou had a funny look on your face, just now. What were you thinking about?\u201d<\/p>\n Andrea blushed and wondered how much the girl had read in her expression. Did she know Andrea was considering kissing her, again? Had she seen that in her eyes? She looked away before the girl could see anything else. Her face felt hot.<\/p>\n \u201cUm, nothing,\u201d Andrea said, her voice a little funny to her own ears. She could feel the girl looking at her, but she didn\u2019t want to look up until she had herself under control.<\/p>\n \u201cAndrea,\u201d Michelina said, making her look up with the tone of her voice, \u201cwould you kiss me if I dared you to?\u201d<\/p>\n Her heart beating a little faster, Andrea asked, \u201cAre you? Are you daring me to kiss you?\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cYou have to say it,\u201d Andrea said, not sure if she wanted the girl to or not.<\/p>\n \u201cI dare you to kiss me,\u201d Michelina said, grinning playfully.<\/p>\n Andrea hesitated, still unsure. Again, her step-sister\u2019s words popped into her head. Taking a deep breath, she leaned into Michelina and pressed her lips to the girl\u2019s. Michelina\u2019s lips parted and the girl\u2019s tongue teased her into a deeper kiss than she had intended. An excited, nervous giggle escaped Andrea as she pulled back. She bit her lip and met Michelina\u2019s eyes.<\/p>\n The girl\u2019s lips turned up in a smile, and she said, \u201cI dare you not to stop kissing me.\u201d<\/p>\n Oh shit<\/em>, Andrea thought, still looking into the girl\u2019s limpid brown eyes. She saw trouble for herself in those lovely eyes. Andrea could see Michelina thought she had her leaning, leaning\u2026 And she wasn\u2019t wrong.<\/p>\n Closing her eyes, she kissed the girl, again. She didn\u2019t pull back, this time, let the kiss linger until she felt a little light headed. She had to come up for air but just for a second. Michelina drew her back into the kiss, the caress of her tongue against Andrea\u2019s own holding Andrea\u2019s attention.<\/p>\n Michelina finally let her catch her breath, smiling at her. \u00a0A little dizzy from how fast things had gotten out of hand, Andrea managed to smile back. \u00a0She couldn\u2019t think straight, her mind a bit fuzzy with unexpected desire. \u00a0How much she had responded to Michelina surprised her, but she couldn\u2019t deny that she had liked kissing the girl.<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe I wasn\u2019t wrong, after all,\u201d Michelina said, giving her a coy little smile.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not a lesbian,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n Laughing, she admitted, \u201cNot as sure as I was a few minutes, ago.\u201d<\/p>\n That coy smile on Michelina\u2019s lips widened and Andrea thought she knew how a rabbit must feel when cornered by a fox. \u00a0The problem was, this particular rabbit kind of liked the look in the fox\u2019s eye. \u00a0No one had ever looked at her like that before, and she knew if Michelina pushed just little harder, she was going to give in.<\/p>\n Then the girl pushed. \u00a0She leaned in and kissed Andrea, her hand coming up to caress the side of Andrea\u2019s neck. It slipped her hair as the kiss deepened. Michelina\u2019s hand on the back of her head, she couldn\u2019t pull away from the kiss. Not that she wanted to. Again, she felt herself responding to the girl, her kiss as eager as Michelina\u2019s.<\/p>\n When Michelina urged her to her back, she went. The girl was half laying on her, still kissing her deeply. \u00a0Michelina\u2019s hand was on Andrea\u2019s stomach, on top of her shirt, then under it. \u00a0Andrea moaned as Michelina\u2019s hand came up to cup her breast. It felt so good she forgot to tell the girl to stop. Only when her fingers popped the catches on her bra, and it popped open, did she come to her senses.<\/p>\n Scrambling out from under the girl, she said, \u201cWe need to stop.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d Michelina asked, rolling onto her side. She favored Andrea with a look that made her heart skip a few beats and said, \u201cI thought you were enjoying it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not saying no,\u201d Andrea said, her voice a little thick, \u201cI\u2019m saying not right now. My stepmother is bad about poking her head in to check on me when I have guests over.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo, if I dared you later\u2026\u201d Michelina said, grinning playfully at her.<\/p>\n Laughing, Andrea fastened her bra back into place and leaned in for a quick kiss before saying, \u201cYou\u2019ll just have to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n Her face felt flushed, and she must look a little dazed. If her stepmother poked her head in now, she would know something was amiss. Andrea excused herself, went to the bathroom. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she saw she did seem a little frazzled. Michelina had done a number on her.<\/p>\n Splashing some water on her face, she tried to calm down. It didn\u2019t help, so she pulled her phone out and called her step-sister.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s up, Kiddo?\u201d Emma said, coming onto the line.<\/p>\n \u201cI need some advice,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cAnd you called me?\u201d<\/p>\n Laughing, Andrea said, \u201cOddly enough, you might be the best suited to help me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cReally? That is a new one for me,\u201d Emma said, and Andrea could hear the interest in her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cI might have already taken some of your advice,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat advice?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cRemember when you teased me about wanted a naked girl on me and said I shouldn\u2019t knock it until I tried it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Emma said, then started laughing, \u201cwait. Did you?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNot exactly,\u201d Andrea said, then, \u201cwell, not yet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat the hell, Andrea?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLong story,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n \u201cSo not yet, huh?\u201d Emma asked, amused.<\/p>\n \u201cIt almost happened a minute, ago,\u201d Andrea said, sitting on the closed toilet lid, \u201cand I\u2019m pretty sure it\u2019s going to happen later.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cSo, why did you call me?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Andrea said, sighing.<\/p>\n \u201cWow,\u201d Emma said, laughing, \u201cthe girl got under your skin, didn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA little, yeah,\u201d Andrea admitted, running a hand through her hair, \u201cthing got out of control in a hurry.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd it freaked you out?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo,\u201d Andrea said, then with a nervous laugh, \u201cand that freaks me out a little.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUh oh,\u201d Emma said, the smile evident in her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat should I do?\u201d Andrea asked.<\/p>\n \u201cMy advice,\u201d Emma said, no longer laughing, \u201cif it happens it happens. \u00a0You can figure out how you feel about it afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n ——————————————<\/p>\n \u201cThey are asleep,\u201d Andrea said, closing her bedroom door behind her. Her heart was racing when she saw the girl laying on her bed. \u00a0They had blown up an air mattress for her, but it didn\u2019t look like Michelina intended to use it.<\/p>\n \u201cSo no more excuses?\u201d Michelina asked, the smile back.<\/p>\n \u201cNo more excuses,\u201d Andrea agreed, walking to the bed on legs made rubbery with nervousness.<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m not going to dare you to kiss me, again.\u201d<\/p>\n Andrea kissed her, anyway. She hadn\u2019t been sure she was going to while they killed time until Andrea\u2019s parents went to be. When she came back from making sure they were asleep and found the girl on her bed and smiling that smile, she made up her mind to take Emma\u2019s advice and let happen what would happen.<\/p>\n Pulling back, Andrea gave the girl a nervous smile and crawled onto the bed with her. \u00a0She moved close and Michelina pulled her even closer. \u00a0A single sheet of paper might have fit between them but not two. In this intimate space, Michelina smiled at her, her deep brown eyes searching Andrea\u2019s.<\/p>\n She must have seen Andrea\u2019s uncertainty but also her excitement. Her smile softened, and she said, \u201cI want this but it doesn\u2019t have to be tonight. When you are ready.\u201d<\/p>\n Grinning, Andrea asked, \u201cAre you so sure you\u2019ll get another chance?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPretty sure, yeah,\u201d Michelina said, kissing her. Andrea found herself responding, kissing her back eagerly. The girl finally broke it and gave her a coy smile. \u00a0Michelina knew she had her hooks deep in Andrea.<\/p>\n Andrea found the girl\u2019s confidence exciting. \u00a0She was getting turned on by the girl\u2019s boldness, her certainty. \u00a0She wanted the Michelina to keep pushing her luck, hoped the girl wouldn\u2019t back off. \u00a0If she didn\u2019t, Andrea wasn\u2019t sure she\u2019d be able to resist.<\/p>\n Michelina was looking into her eyes as that thought passed behind them and Andrea realized the girl must have read it as clear as day. That smile of the fox was back and, again, she felt like the cornered rabbit. \u00a0That smile was almost predatory, but it sent shivers of excitement down Andrea\u2019s spine. She wondered if the rabbit ever felt that, a shiver of excitement right before the fox pounced on it.<\/p>\n The first butterfly kiss Michelina placed on the curve of her neck was her undoing. \u00a0When Michelina urged her onto her back, she went willingly. She bit her lower lip as the girl\u2019s hand stole under her shirt to knead her breast. When Michelina popped the catches on her bra, she didn\u2019t stop her, this time. Then her hand was on Andrea\u2019s bare breast, her palm dragging deliciously across her straining nipple. \u00a0A sound escaped her slack mouth that was part moan and part nervous giggle.<\/p>\n Michelina pushed Andrea\u2019s shirt up, baring her small breasts. \u00a0Andrea shivered at the girl\u2019s hot gaze on her bare skin. \u00a0She loved the way Michelina was looking at her. She couldn\u2019t remember anyone ever looking at her quite the way the girl was. It made her feel sexy. Half sitting up, she pulled the shirt all the way off, then shrugged out of the bra so the girl could see more of her. \u00a0The smile that tugged at the corners of Michelina\u2019s mouth and the desire in her eyes made Andrea shiver, again.<\/p>\n Michelina traced the lines of her tattoo with her fingers, leaving Andrea’s skin tingling in their wake. \u00a0She followed one vine from her hip to the demon’s wing, then traced the demon girl’s figure until it seemed to melt into the angel’s. Her finger continued to follow the reddish brown lines higher, all the way up to the tip of the angel’s wing that ended just beneath Andrea’s breast. Out of lines to follow, her hand cupped Andrea’s breast. Biting her lip, Andrea had to swallow a nervous giggle as the girl fondled her. The giggle turned into a moan as it began to feel good. Michelina didn’t let up until her back arched off the bed. She moved to the other breast, teased a groan from Andrea.<\/p>\n With a playful grin on her face, Michelina let her hand slip back down Andrea’s stomach. It came to rest on her hip. The girl leaned in and kissed Andrea deeply, passionately. Andrea almost didn’t feel the girl messing with the button on her jeans she was so distracted by the heat behind the kiss. Almost, but she felt the button give way. She wondered if the Michelina had thought she needed to distract Andrea to get her out of her pants. Breaking the kiss, she met Michelina’s eyes and raised her backside off the bed. Michelina looked at her hips up in the air, then turned back to grin at Andrea. She worked the jeans off Andrea’s hips, then down her long legs. Taking them off entirely, Michelina tossed them aside.<\/p>\n In just her panties, Andrea couldn’t completely hold in a nervous giggle. \u00a0Michelina’s gaze was hot on her skin as the girl took her time drinking her in. Her eyes lingered here and there, and Andrea wanted to squirm under her attention. \u00a0There was a desire in those big, beautiful brown eyes, a desire for Andrea. \u00a0Andrea felt a burst of warmth towards the girl. Again, she thought no one had ever looked at her quite like Michelina was now.<\/p>\n “You are so beautiful, chica,” Michelina said, her accent getting thicker as she became more excited.<\/p>\n Andrea sat up to kiss the girl, a little surprised by how much the girl’s words pleased her. She liked being beautiful in Michelina’s eyes.<\/p>\n Lost in the kiss, Andrea didn’t notice the hand on her knee until it started slipping up her thigh. Even then she was only vaguely aware of it. Then it ran out of leg and was suddenly on the crotch of her panties. Gasping, she broke the kiss to look down at the girl’s hand on her girlhood. She had known in her mind they might get around to this, but it still surprised her that it had happened. Michelina met her eyes, waited for Andrea to tell her to remove the hand. When she didn’t, Michelina moved her fingers, massaging her bud through the thin cotton of the panties. \u00a0Her breathing quickened as it started to feel good and her hips began to move on their own. She bit her lip to muffle the moan that escaped her. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the wonderful sensations Michelina had awakened in her young body.<\/p>\n She felt Michelina’s body weight shift on the bed, and suddenly the girl’s arms were around her from behind. Opening her eyes, she looked at Michelina. The girl smiled at her, motioned for Andrea to sit in the hollow of her spread legs. Andrea leaned back into the girl as Michelina let her hand slip down her stomach. It slipped into the waistband of her panties, and not even the thin cotton stood between Andrea and the very intimate caress of Michelina’s fingers. She was glad the girl couldn’t see her blushing. Her embarrassment didn’t stop her from moaning as Michelina’s hand began to make circles in Andrea’s panties. The pressure of her fingers on Andrea’s bud made her body go crazy, and she forgot all about being shy.<\/p>\n “Why don’t you take your panties off?” Michelina whispered in her ear, then kissed her neck just behind it.<\/p>\n At this point, Andrea didn’t see any reason she shouldn’t, so she wriggled her way out of her panties and tossed them aside. Completely naked, she wondered how the hell she had ended up here. \u00a0If someone had told her that she’d be naked in bed with another girl’s hand between her thighs before Michelina had kissed her, she would have laughed at them. She could only shake her head and think it had been a crazy couple of hours.<\/p>\n Not bad, just crazy<\/em>, Andrea thought, moaning, definitely not bad<\/em>.<\/p>\n The nervous excitement about what was happening to her was too much to stand for long, and Andrea felt the first stirrings of an orgasm deep in her young body. \u00a0She bit her lip, thinking the girl was going to make her come. \u00a0That seemed significant somehow, like they had just been fooling around up until now. Maybe she was overthinking it, but she thought an orgasm would make it more… real. \u00a0Not just being naughty and experimenting but actually having sex.<\/p>\n Her fingers dug into the sheets, and she held on for dear life as Michelina pushed her closer to that reality, that she was having sex with another girl. \u00a0The girl’s massaging fingers had her teetering on the edge, and it took all of her focus to keep her cries in check. They wanted to rip from her and fill the room. Then she fell, her body going crazy as she came. \u00a0Michelina wrapped her up in her arms and held her as the orgasm had its way with her. It left her a trembling, panting mess of singing nerve endings.<\/p>\n “Jesus,” Andrea said, laughing. She turned in the girl’s arms to give her a kiss. Finally pulling back, she smiled at the girl, which is when she noticed that the girl was still fully dressed. Giving her a playful look, Andrea said, “Why are you still dressed and I’m naked?”<\/p>\n “I’m just lucky that way, I guess,” Michelina said, laughing.<\/p>\n “Do you really think you are the lucky one if you still have your clothes on?” Andrea asked, hoping her smile was as playful as she wanted it to be. \u00a0She heard Michelina’s breath catch in her throat, and she thought it must have been.<\/p>\n Andrea hooked her fingers in the hem of Michelina’s shirt and pulled it up. The girl put her hands up, and Andrea removed the shirt completely. Not satisfied, Andrea finished what she started and undressed the girl down to her panties. \u00a0She let her eyes roam over the girl, drank her in. Michelina was long in the leg and narrow in the hip, thin but not skinny. She had small, upswept breasts; a flat belly; and a pert backside that most boys would have loved. She had never looked at another girl like this before, hadn’t known what to expect.<\/p>\n She was a little surprise to find she liked how Michelina looked laying there in just a pair of flimsy panties, especially her honey brown skin. \u00a0Her hand wanted to know if it was as soft as it looked.<\/p>\n She finally made it to Michelina’s face, and she saw the girl looking at her with interest, a faintly amused smile tugging at her lips. Andrea realized the girl had read her thoughts in her face, knew that Andrea found her attractive. Andrea grinned at her, then leaned in for a kiss before saying, “Tu es muy bonita, senorita Michelina.\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina laughed and gave her a lovely smile, said, \u201cYou should stick with English.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d Andrea asked.<\/p>\n \u201cYou meant to say \u2018eres muy bonita\u2019,\u201d Michelina said, leaning in to kiss her, \u201cbut you are cute for trying.\u201d<\/p>\n Laughing, Andrea said, \u201cWell, you knew what I was trying to say.\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina kissed her, again, and Andrea got the point. The girl had understood her completely. Andrea put her hand to the girl\u2019s neck, wouldn\u2019t let her pull away from the kiss. \u00a0Not that Michelina was trying to get away.<\/p>\n Summoning her courage, Andrea let the hand slip from her neck and onto the swell of one of Michelina\u2019s breasts. The girl moaned into Andrea\u2019s mouth and pulled back to look at Andrea\u2019s hand on her chest. \u00a0She gave Andrea a playful smile as Andrea gently kneaded the soft breast. Maybe it was that smile or the breathy sounds of enjoyment Michelina was making, but Andrea\u2019s nerves settled some, and she smiled back at the girl. Her other hand slipped up the girl\u2019s flank and onto her breast. Micheline groaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts against Andrea\u2019s hands eagerly.<\/p>\n A naughty thrill worked its way through Andrea, and she had to smile. She was fondling another girl\u2019s breasts, and it wasn\u2019t as weird as she thought it would be. Michelina\u2019s skin was so soft and smooth, warm under her hands. \u00a0She liked how the girl felt under her fingertips and was eager to explore the rest of her young body. \u00a0Just how eager surprised her.<\/p>\n Michelina must have read it on her face, because she stretched out on her back, surrendering to Andrea\u2019s caresses. \u00a0Andrea\u2019s hands were shaking a little as she let them get to know the girl and it wasn\u2019t just because she was nervous. \u00a0Partly, it was a need, a desire to touch Michelina.<\/p>\n Maybe the girl had been right about me, after all<\/em>, \u00a0Andrea thought, with an inwards grin.<\/p>\n Michelina was sighing and her body was writhing under Andrea\u2019s touch. Andrea knew the girl was ready for something more, and her eyes fell on the simple white panties Michelina wore. \u00a0Even after all they had done tonight, Andrea hesitated. \u00a0But not for long and not nearly long enough for a supposedly \u2018straight girl\u2019. She let her hand slip onto the swell of Michelina\u2019s girlhood, massaging it through the thin cotton. A nervous giggle escaped her as Michelina\u2019s hips began to undulate against her hand.<\/p>\n I\u2019m really doing this<\/em>, she thought, amazed. \u00a0Up until tonight, the craziest thing she\u2019d ever done was let her step-sister put the henna tattoo on her and now she had her hand between another girl\u2019s thighs.<\/p>\n Michelina slipped out her panties and tossed them aside. Andrea giggled as her hand moved onto the soft folds of Michelina\u2019s girlhood. No cotton between them now, just the feel of Michelina\u2019s bud under her fingertips. \u00a0She bit her lip and looked up at Michelina.<\/p>\n The girl\u2019s eyes were closed and her face pinched in pleasure. \u00a0Smiling, she watched Michelina enjoy what she was doing to her.<\/p>\n \u201cOh Dios,\u201d Michelina moaned, then, \u201cse siente jodidamente bien!!\u201d<\/p>\n Laughing, Andrea asked, \u201cDoes that mean it feels good?\u201d<\/p>\n Michelina opened her eyes, looked at Andrea, and nodded. Right on cue, a moan slipped from her slack mouth and her face screwed up in ecstasy.<\/p>\n It didn\u2019t take long for tension to enter Michelina\u2019s body. Even as inexperienced as she was, Andrea could tell the girl was going to come. \u00a0Michelina bit her knuckle to keep her voice in check, only half succeeding. Her urgent little cries were getting louder as she strained toward release. \u00a0Then one last cry was cut off as her body locked up on her. Just as quick as every muscle tightened up did the tension go out of her and she collapsed like a wet rag. \u00a0She lay on her back, gasping for air. She gave Andrea a sated smile and stretched her young body to keep the lovely feelings flowing through her.<\/p>\n Andrea stretched out beside the girl, staring up at the ceiling. She smiled when Michelina moved against her, put her head on Andrea\u2019s shoulder and through a leg across Andrea\u2019s. It was little surreal to have the naked girl pressed against her flank, but not unpleasant. She thought about what her step-sister had said about doing it and deciding how she felt about it afterward. \u00a0Well, it was afterward and she didn\u2019t want to think about it. She just wanted to enjoy the warmth of the girl next to her. Then again, that might be her answer, anyway.<\/p>\n \u201cAndrea?\u201d Michelina said, looking up at her.<\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYou okay with what we did?\u201d Michelina asked, meeting and holding her gaze.<\/p>\n \u201cUm,\u201d Andrea said, laughing nervously, \u201cI don\u2019t know\u2026 Yeah, I think I am.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood,\u201d she said, giving Andrea a kiss, \u201cbecause I\u2019m still horny.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah?\u201d Andrea said, seeing the smile back on Michelina\u2019s face. The one that made her heart race with excitement and a little fear. The Smile, she thought of it, with a capital \u2018s\u2019.<\/p>\n Rather than answer, Michelina moved atop her, her body weight settling onto Andrea. \u00a0She grinned down at Andrea, then kissed her deeply. Pinned in place, Andrea could only kiss her back. At Michelina\u2019s urging, she spread her legs wider and the girl was lying between them. She gasped in surprise as Michelina\u2019s body started grinding against her own. The girl was rolling her hips back and forth, rubbing her lower abdomen against Andrea\u2019s bud. When Michelina pulled back from the kiss to grin at her, Andrea realized it was deliberate. \u00a0She knew that the meeting of their bodies was sending little waves of pleasure through Andrea.<\/p>\n From random conversations with her step-sister over the years, she realized she knew what was happening to her. Emma had called it tribbing, explaining it was how lesbians made love. At the time, she couldn\u2019t figure out how it could feel good, the mechanics of it eluding her. Emma had finally given up on explaining it to her and threw her hands up in frustration. Now, with Michelina\u2019s pneumatic body moving against her own, she finally got it. \u00a0She thought about calling her step-sister to tell her she understood now. As a moan slipped past her slack mouth, she thought maybe later.<\/p>\n She ran her hands down the girl\u2019s sides to take ahold of her hips. Michelina grinned brightly as she urged the girl to move her hips faster. She found if she rolled her own hips up to meet Michelina\u2019s body, it felt even better. Andrea fell into rhythm with the girl, meeting her counter-thrust for thrust.<\/p>\n Andrea found herself mesmerized by the flex of Michelina\u2019s body and she thought the girl made love with the same grace that she danced with. \u00a0She looked incredibly sexy as she held herself up with her arms and really ground against Andrea. \u00a0From her back, Andrea couldn\u2019t keep her hands off of her, let her hands slip over her sweaty stomach and up to cup her jiggling breasts. \u00a0She teased their dark nipples until Michelina groaned.<\/p>\n Their pace quickened as they grew more excited, the roll of their hips frantic as their young bodies strained toward a climax. The bedsprings were complaining, creaking under their shifting weight. It was a good thing the headboard wasn\u2019t attached to the bed and nailed to the wall instead because they had the bed rocking. It slamming against the wall would have awakened her parents, for sure.<\/p>\n Michelina pushed Andrea\u2019s legs higher, changing the angle of her body, so it was easier to grind against her. Without thinking about it, Andrea wrapped her legs around the girl, her ankles crossing behind her. Michelina seemed to like it, smiled down at her as she caressed Andrea\u2019s outer thighs.<\/p>\n Andrea felt herself start to come, her young body gathering tension. She met Michelina\u2019s eyes, saw the girl was close, too. \u00a0The meetings of their bodies lost its grace as they tried to hold it together long enough to finish each other. Andrea came first, her body stiffening against Michelina\u2019s. The girl was right behind her, gasping as her body went crazy. \u00a0Andrea put her arms around Michelina\u2019s neck, and they shook together. \u00a0They lay like that a while, in no hurry to untangle themselves.<\/p>\n When Michelina finally rolled off of her and stretched out on her back, Andrea said, \u201cHoly shit!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah,\u201d Michelina laughed, still trying to catch her breath.<\/p>\n \u201cThat was incredible,\u201d Andrea said, rolling into the girl. \u00a0She snuggled against Michelina, and the girl pulled her into her arms. Her head resting on the girl\u2019s shoulder, she could hear her heartbeat as it slowly returned to normal. It made her smile.<\/p>\n \u201cAmazing,\u201d the girl agreed, laughing.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat\u2019s funny?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI was just thinking,\u201d Michelina said, grinning at her, \u201cbest first date, ever.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cA date, huh?\u201d Andrea said, laughing, \u201cI thought we were just two friends seeing a movie together.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019m counting it,\u201d Michelina said, still grinning at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWell, don\u2019t tell my dad,\u201d Andrea said, laying her head back on Michelina\u2019s shoulder, \u201cI\u2019m not allowed to date until I\u2019m fifteen.\u201d<\/p>\n ————————————–<\/p>\n Andrea woke up before Michelina. On her side, she watched her sleep for a moment. She had to shake her head and wonder how last night had gotten so far out of hand. Still not sure, she grabbed her phone and went to the bathroom. Calling her step-sister, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, lifting her shirt up to look at the henna tattoo. After last night, the angel\/demon girl tattoo seemed more at home on her ribs.<\/p>\n \u201cHey, Kiddo,\u201d Emma said, picking up the phone.<\/p>\n \u201cI took your advice,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n Laughing, her step-sister said, \u201cHow did it go?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cUm,\u201d Andrea said, then let out a nervous giggle, “It was… I don’t know what it was.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd this morning?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYeah, this morning\u2026\u201d Andrea said, then had to smile, \u201chonestly, I have no regrets. It was amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood for you,\u201d Emma said, the smile clear in her voice.<\/p>\n \u201cOh, on a side note,\u201d Andrea said, grinning, \u201cI figured out how tribbing works.\u201d<\/p>\n Emma snorted in surprise then started laughing, \u201cJesus, Kiddo!\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just thought you should know. I knew I was a little dense when you tried to explain it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI\u2019ve got to hear how this happened, but I\u2019ve got a client in the chair with a half finished piece on her arm. Call me later?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will,\u201d Andrea said.<\/p>\n \u201cCongrats, Kiddo,\u201d Emma said, then hung up.<\/p>\n She smiled at her reflection and decided to wake up Michelina. Maybe the girl would give her The Smile.<\/p>\n Continue to Part Two<\/a><\/p>\n \n Staring at the open box on the closed toilet lid, Andrea Kissinger felt a twinge of apprehension. Right up until she saw her nineteen-year-old step-sister, Emma,\u00a0 spooning the green-brown paste into the applicator bottle, she had been excited about their … Continue reading
\nMichelina turned back, her hand still over her mouth. \u00a0Dropping it, she said, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I thought\u2026 The tattoo\u2026 I\u2019m sorry. I shouldn\u2019t have done that.\u201d<\/p>\n