Weekend Study Sessions
The assignment was simple: a research project due Monday. For me, however, spending the entire weekend at Liz’s house was anything but simple. I had harbored a secret crush on her for years, admiring her sculpted waist and the way her blonde hair fell in straight, shimmering sheets. I had known I was a lesbian since I was fourteen, but I had kept that part of myself hidden, even from her.
Friday night arrived, and as we settled into her bedroom, the air felt heavy with unspoken tension. Liz fell asleep quickly, draped in a white silk nightgown that left little to the imagination. As I watched her breathe, the temptation became unbearable. I reached out, my fingers grazing the soft skin of her thigh, discovering that she wore nothing beneath the silk.
With a trembling hand, I gently lifted the hem of her gown. Liz stirred, her eyes fluttering open, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips as she pulled me closer, finally bridging the gap between us.