Their First Kiss...

 

The sun sat high over the sorority house pool, turning the water into a sheet of shimmering blue glass. Music drifted lazily from someone’s speaker on the patio while girls lounged in deck chairs, flipping through magazines and sipping iced drinks. Monica adjusted the strap of her brown bikini as she stepped out onto the pool deck, squinting against the sunlight. Across the water, Stephanie looked up from her towel and grinned immediately. “You’re late,” Stephanie teased. Monica laughed. “I had to fight Jacqueline for the downstairs bathroom.” Stephanie rolled her eyes dramatically and stood, brushing her hands down the sides of her white bikini. “Worth it, though,” she said, smiling. Monica pretended not to notice how sexy Stephanie looked in the bright afternoon sun, but she definitely noticed. Everyone noticed Stephanie. She had the kind of effortless confidence, beauty, and sexiness that made people gravitate toward her without realizing it. Still, Stephanie only seemed interested in hanging around Monica lately. The two girls spent most of the afternoon together in the water, splashing each other, stealing floating loungers from nearby sorority sisters playfully, and talking about everything from classes to what they were wearing at the next lingerie as a bikini night at the sorority house. At one point, Stephanie climbed onto Monica’s shoulders during a game of chicken and nearly sent them both crashing into the pool laughing. “You did that on purpose,” Monica accused as they surfaced. “Maybe,” Stephanie replied with a smirk. By late afternoon, most of the girls had drifted off to showers, dinner, or studying in their rooms, leaving the pool much quieter and empty except for Monica and Stephanie. Monica stretched out on a lounge chair while Stephanie sat cross-legged beside her towel, sunglasses pushed up into her hair. “You know,” Stephanie said casually, “we’ve basically spent every day together this semester.” Monica glanced over. “You complaining?” “Not at all,” Stephanie smirked. Something about the way Stephanie said it made Monica’s stomach immediately flutter. The sun dipped lower, painting everything gold. For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Stephanie nudged Monica’s foot with her own. “Race you upstairs?” she asked, almost laughing. Monica groaned, “You’re ridiculous.” Stephanie yelped like a little girl trying not to get caught in a game of tag and ran inside anyway. Monica quickly followed her into the sorority house, through the sitting room, and up the stairs.

The girls’ room smelled faintly like coconut sunscreen and vanilla candles. The girls didn’t say much, but definitely shared some very cute and sexy smirks and glances while they each showered separately and put on comfy clothes for lounging in their room. Monica sat cross-legged on her bed wearing the sorority’s signature sleep set, a cute tan teddy bear shirt and navy blue lace thong panty. Stephanie stood in front of the mirror brushing out her wet hair. “You’re staring again,” Stephanie said without turning around. Monica nearly choked on her drink. “I was not,” Monica retorted. Stephanie looked over her shoulder, smiling knowingly. “Sure you weren’t.” Monica quickly grabbed one of the small pillows from their bed and threw it at her. Stephanie caught it easily and tossed it back. The room felt different tonight somehow. It was quieter, warmer. Their string lights glowed softly across the walls while rain began tapping lightly against the window outside. Finished brushed her hair, Stephanie climbed onto the bed, settling beside Monica shoulder-to-shoulder. “We should watch something,” Monica said. “You’ve spent thirty minutes scrolling already while I was in the shower. You never find anything to watch.” Monica nodded, “True.” Neither moved to grab the remote. Stephanie’s knee rested against Monica’s now. Barely touching at first. Then more deliberately, rubbing back and forth gently against it. Monica looked at her carefully and said, “You’re acting different tonight.” Stephanie giggled, “Different good or different bad?” Monica hesitated, the said, “Good.” Stephanie smiled softly at that. Then, the teasing quickly faded away as the two girls looked into each other’s eyes. Monica noticed the tiny freckles across Stephanie’s nose, the way one strand of hair kept falling into her eyes. “You know,” Stephanie said quietly, “I think I’ve wanted to kiss you since the day we moved into this room together.” Monica blinked and chuckled, “What?” Stephanie laughed nervously now in a manner which Monica had not seen in the six weeks they had been roommates. “Wow,” Stephanie said softly, “saying it out loud was a little scarier than I expected.” Monica’s heart was racing as she ignored the party about it being scary for Stephanie and went back to the part about Stephanie wanting to kiss her. “You mean that?” Monica asked. Instead of answering, Stephanie reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind Monica’s ear the allowed her fingers to linger there. Monica bit her bottom lip, expressing the six weeks of her own pent-up desire, and then leaned closer before she could overthink it. Stephanie met her halfway, smiling against her lips as they kissed softly for the first time…