Lesbian Romance

Another boring, depressing day today. Atleast so far, and I wouldn't doubt it to be one of the worst weeks in the school year. I just wanted to get through the day without being reminded of Katrina, Heather, or Satan-- I mean Dan. There were other things that depressed me, but not as much at the moment. I didn't care to think about them either. So mainly I tended to daydream to keep myself happy.

It was the end of math, the bell had just rang and I was the last one out, 'unintendedly' following Lauren, one of my many crushes. I waited at my locker for a few seconds, before seeing a tall guy down the hall with poofy brown hair. He raised an arm with a folder in his hand - I swore that arm raised a mile above the sea of faces flowing down the hall. I could only smile and continue to wait as he made his way towards me, and as the crowd spread slightly I could see a shorter figure wearing big black baggy Tripp pants and a red hoodie. He stumbled clumsily on his own feet and laughed at himself, trying to gain his balance and argue with Tim, the poofy haired guy, at the same time. That'd be my friend, Justin. He's definetly unique.

They finally got to me as we talked for some time.
"Today sucks," I could only have effort to say.
"Yeah, Katrina was still being a bitch today," Tim sighed.
"Come on slut, we're going to be late," Justin walked down the hall without me.
By then the hall was pretty much empty, and I wasn't sure what to say because it had been pretty boring all day.
"I don't think I can come over today," Tim said, and I nodded. Days like these I did enjoy having the company of a good friend.

Just as he was about to hug me and say his goodbyes, just a little ways down the hall someone was coming... She came up the stairs with a load of books and school supplies. I took a closer look at her face, somewhat covered by mid-length shiny black hair. She was...asian? This brought such a smile to my face - I mean, I saw her earlier with the guidance counselor being, well, guided around the school, but I didn't think she was asian. I thought about asians all day, I must have thought I was daydreaming again. Good thing also, she didn't look preppy. She looked...normal.

"A new girl," Tim stated, obviously knowing my secret fetish. "I..uh...-.." I could only stare and smile.  God, was I pathetic, and a hopeless romantic [Yes, Romantic, don't argue with me]. She suddenly slipped up, and all the books, papers and supplies she was holding spread across the floor. I could hear her curse to herself. I felt bad, but couldn't help but smile...Clumsy girls are so adorable.
"Here's your chance to be friends, go help her... Anyways, I have to go to class, don't be late," Tim walked the other way, glancing back at me once or twice with that mischievous smile of his.

I hesitated a moment before walking up to her, kneeling down, and starting to pick up some of the papers. I looked at her face, and though she was looking down and trying to hide a subtle smile from me, she was very cute. Everything was picked up, and we stood.
"Do you know which room you're supposed to go to?" I was nervous, and there were so many questions I wanted to ask her, like what was her name, or her age, or her bra size... [joking, relax] That was the only one that slipped suddenly.
She was holding her schedule in a delicate, shaky hand, "Umm..room..115? It's called studio art." I grinned and pointed, "It's this way, where i'm headed."
We walked down the hall together, and I looked at her face another time. By the look she had, she seemed happy to have gotten a friend in such a strange place.

"So, what's your name...?" I sounded casual and nice, trying to make little eye contact to keep her from being nervous.
"It's Kohana...But I guess you can call me Hana." By that I knew she was starting to loosen up around me. I smiled, "Do you want me to carry those before you drop them again?"
"No no, I couldn't possibly let you- it'll be fine aaaahh--!"
Just before reaching the ground with her face I held her up with my own weight, which wasn't much. We were on the stairs and almost there, and I wouldn't want to make us later than we already were.
"No, I insist," I smiled, Hana blushing deeply at her own embarrassment. I took her things and we circled the corner hallway and into the art room.

We weren't as late as I thought, but still, I had an excuse. I sighed and sat down at the table I usually sit at, and she sat at the end, right next to me. She looked a little bit clueless, but Miss Vanwagner told her mostly what she needed to know as I got my paint and brushes. I sat back down and started to paint a little, and I felt like I was being watched. Well, I knew Hana was watching me, but... I felt my side being poked once or twice.
"What do you want, Foz?"  He stepped beside me, "Cheyanne, I know you like asians but you aren't supposed to steal 'em."
I smirked and pushed him slightly, "I didn't steal her, she's new. Don't you even think about it." He grinned at me with a certain whoreishness and then sat back down at his table.

"You're a good artist..." Hana said softly, seeming to be in awe at the master piece [of crap] laying infront of me. I smiled and shrugged, "I've done better." I continued with idle strokes of the brush, "Do you draw or write or anything artistic...?" She smiled at me and nodded, "I draw and paint, and I...sometimes write poetry but i'm not very good. And I play the violin and piano, ever since I was eight." I raised an eyebrow as I looked at her - I like how she is artistic.
"And you're passionate with it?" I said and she nodded once. "You have to show me sometime, i'd like to see." With that she reached through her folders and pulled out some pencil drawings. Just by first glance I thought 'great, more competition.'  I laughed softly to myself. Needless to say, after a few minutes I was in awe. There was drawings of nature and outdoors, beautiful sunny days, and somber, soulful nights. She also liked to draw anime. If there was anyone else in the whole school besides Heather who knew how to draw anime, that would be me. Some were of clothing styles, or just plain figures, some were of real life portraits and some were rough sketches of anime. She had good tastes.

"Jesus... first you, then Heather, then this girl. I wish I could draw that good," Justin laughed.  I don't think there wasn't much us artists heard besides 'that's good' and 'I wish I could draw like that.' That's alright though, quite better than nothing. The period went by pretty fast, because we were just talking and having fun. I don't think I could've asked all the questions I wanted to ask her if I had all the time in my life. "What is your favorite color?" I asked her simple things, because I wanted to know them too. "Hmmm..well I like blue and green, but on some days I like brown, or red.." I smiled at her ambiguosity.
"I like purple and red."

By the next period we were pretty much inseperable. And that was good, because next period was lunch. Justin was with us, though he wanted to sit with Kelly. I sat down at the table and naturally she followed.
"Don't need Nancy anymore, do you?" Richard asked, and I smirked. We seemed to be making that joke the whole period, and I don't think I glanced at Nancy, a big and distant crush of mine, more than once the whole time. I was content with having my new friend, because that was the start of having a better week, or month, or even a year.
After lunch, Spanish passed extremely slowly. I was nervous in Spanish because we had all this testing coming up, and I never really seem to be prepared. Then the last period of the day came, and to my suprise Hana was with me. She looked like she didn't enjoy 8th period too well, but that's alright... She brightened up as soon as she saw me sitting in the front row. It was early in the class period and not that many people were there yet, so we got to talk for a little bit. There was a seating chart, too, so she had to sit in the back with the free seats. Pretty much boring, we got to watch a movie and hand up our homework. A few people talked to her, but she kind of reverted back to her shell with them when they did. Mrs. Ward stopped the movie as the announcements came on, and soon after the bell rang. Everyone left to leave excitedly, I wonder why. I waited for Hana to walk by and I got up with her, walking down the crowded hall.
"...Do you ride a bus?" I asked her nervously, hoping she didn't.
"Nope, I have to walk. I live right by the park that's down that way." She pointed towards the little league field that I lived parallel to. I didn't know who to thank for this miracle.

So we walked home together, and I offered to carry her things in my back pack because it was raining a little bit outside. I could already tell that we were getting to be such good friends, by just one little joke a smile of incredible happiness came to her face.
"Have you had any best friends before?" I asked her, just assuming she did, she was a very likeable person. To my suprise, she shook her head.
"Not a lot of people wanted to know me in my old school, they were pretty racist." The color of her eyes, usually a bright brown, became a little bit dull, and she slowed her pace of walking. I was quiet for a moment, until I smiled and stepped infront of her, giving her a hug.
"Hun-- Han-..Hana," I tried to correct my verbal typo, embarrassed to call her 'Hun' so soon, "I like you, and i'm your friend." She smiled slowly, and laughed a bit with some blush on her face. I couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was the rain.
"So if no one likes you, it doesn't matter because they're stupid and...you have me." I smiled in a goofy way, hoping it somewhat hid how I really felt, and she held close onto my arm as we walked. We arrived at her house, and it stopped raining. She lived maybe not even a street away from me, I was happy for that. I never had a friend live that close, and it was exciting. The rest of the day I thought of how fun it would be as friends. We could stay over at eachothers houses without effort, and yell to eachother when the power is out and no phone lines, and play instruments together each day afterschool... Ah. It sounded like heaven all in itself.

A few days passed and everything else stayed the same besides Hana and I. We had about five classes together - we were partners in Gym, and we were working as a group in Social Studies. I still casually glanced at Katrina now and then, just to see if she would glance back at me. She did a few times one day, Hana and I were laughing it up quietly to ourselves... I was hoping she then knew what jealousy felt like. But it didn't concern me much - why would it? I had such great friends and the good was finally starting to come back. I just hoped it would be a long time before the bad comes to haunt me again, like it always seems to do.

The end of 9th period, the bell rang and I heaved a sigh of relief and a 'thank god'. It was friday, which meant the weekend. It was a beautiful day outside - the sun was shining and it wasn't too cold or too hot, and I was walking home with two people I cared about very much. Tim was on one side, and Hana was on the other, and there wasn't a way I could be happier. Well there could be, but I wont get into that.

We got to my house and raced up the stairs. This was maybe about the second or third time Hana was able to see my room. "So you said these guys were Dir en grey... It sounds familiar." Hana asked. "You know Japanese, right?" Tim and I both seemed to ask her. "Some," she smiled. I blinked once and paused, turning to my computer to aid the awkwardness. I played some of their songs and she seemed to like them. I had a feeling she'd like others better, but it was just a start. She looked at my playlist and artists, "Not bad, not bad at all," Hana grinned. I let her sit, and I walked out to get something to eat.

Tim eventually followed, just staring at me in the doorway with that usual mischievous smile on his face.
"So, when are you going to make sweet love to her?"
I was in the middle of cutting a sub roll, and the bread knife slipped and cut the bun awkwardly.
"I- uh..." I couldn't do much but blush.
I turned so he couldn't see my face - maybe since I wasn't talking about how cute she was all the time, even though I was thinking it like crazy, got him thinking. I didn't want to ruin a great friendship, but as i've said, i'm a deeply hopeless romantic.
"You should make a move on her," Tim said as he stood next to me.
"I wont do it while you're here... You'll intimidate her." I said with a slight smile.
"Aw, you're no fun. Damn lesbian." He smirked, and we went back into the room.

Hana was having fun listening to the many kinds of music I had. Tim grabbed a guitar and played some of his stuff, and I paused. I handed my average sized keyboard over to Hana, smiling the best I could with a mouthful of sandwich. She turned it on, and played a little bit simply, and then it became quick and accurate, but still incredibly beautiful.
"Tim, I think we have a keyboardist." I said, hardly able to chew in my awe.

We had fun for the next few hours, just joking around and learning eachother's songs. Unlike most of the people i've tried to teach before, Hana was a pretty quick learner with the guitar, and she kept good rhythm and definetly coordination, so I was sure that she could play drums like nothing. She was a natural.

It wasn't long before 8:00 came, and a horn honked from outside.
"That's me." Tim said as he got ready. Just as he got his shoes on, Hana asked, "Do you think I could spend the night?" I could only glance at Tim, who smiled at me, then hugged me and went out the door. "Yeah, I think you could."
We both ate dinner in my room, and watched a few of my japanese movies and sang weird techno songs together. The night wasn't long enough for us to have all the fun we wanted to. It was about until 5:00 AM we decided that were getting a little bit tired. Already laying on the bed, I yawned, and then she yawned. Yawns always seem to be contagious.

She curled under the blankets and closed her eyes, "I've never been up this late before." I laughed tiredly and looked over to her, "You mean up this early? It's Saturday." She blinked once, and then laughed, "You're so cu-..funny." She turned over on her side to face me with her eyes still closed, resting her head against my shoulder. I looked to her calm face, and I wasn't sure whether to be so content as to fall asleep, or to feel immensely turned on as there being someone so close to me. By the feeling of warm breaths passing through her soft lips against my neck, I still felt both, though one much more than the other [I wonder which].
I've never seen anyone's face in a light like this, so delicate and radiant - calm, and peaceful, beautiful as nothing i've ever seen... I was really hesitant, but eventually I placed one hand against hers, and the other I used to brush strands of hair from her face to better see her. Each time I felt her skin on mine my heartbeat hammered against my ribcage... Every moment it ached a little more, in a good way, and I felt something swelling within my heart and stomach. I could tell she was feeling the same by her tenseness, deep redness, and a sincere smile. I waited until her eyes opened - those kind brown eyes drove into the depth of my soul and brought my heart to pound up into my throat. I tried not to cry by the overwhelmingness of it all. I don't think either of us could have continued for any longer without metaphorically exploding and breaking up into tears. If this was love, then I had fallen into the deepest end of it. I couldn't take no longer, I needed to let it out...

I gently squeezed her hand within mine and leaned my head in, our lips brushed together slowly, though subtle and gentle, every other caress sent our lips closer together. Our breaths were released inbetween the kisses, and the pace of them slowly began to quicken, like our hearts. I could feel her heartbeat next to mine as our chests pressed together, her arm brought around my shoulder, as my arm around her waist. I sat up a little ways as she did quickly thereafter, never separating our lips until trailing them down the side of her neck. As I reached a tender spot, I nibbled and licked the skin softly, causing her to moan into my ear. I paused with chills running down my back, blushing furiously, then continuing again, her hands placed against the curve of my back. I couldn't believe this was happening, at all. I could only think about all the time I previously spent with her in school, though oddly no one else was there besides us in my thoughts.
She ran soft fingertips up along my spine, then upon reaching just above the bra strap I squirmed from the teasing and whimpered, squeezing gently at her outer thigh. We both smiled, and I kissed a little bit lower upon her neck, resting my hand up her inner thigh. I pulled her closer to me, having her lay back the rest of the way with her legs over the side of the bed. I couldn't stop wondering how she felt, what she was thinking.

"I must confess, i've never been like this with anyone..." She tilted her head away to hide a small shade of blush. I knelt infront of her on the floor, holding her hands gently with mine, "That's alright... I haven't really, either." I smiled a bit, hoping to calm her a little. She also smiled and squeezed my hands once lightly before guiding them down her stomach, resting against the string of her pajama pants. I pulled the end of the string and it came loose, slowly pulling them down to bare her smooth tanned skin.
I inhaled softly - I could already smell the sweet scent of her anticipation. I could be happy just to gaze, but I hesitantly took the pleasure of running my fingertips delicately up the inside of her thighs, soon my lips following against the previously untouched skin. I went at an agonizingly slow pace, hoping to tease a little. The tip of my tongue traced the inner lining of her thin underwear - teasing her felt like I was teasing myself. I took hold of her panties with my fingers and pulled them down and off also, I could see she was a little uncomfortable by being naked. I knew that would go away soon.

I gently pushed open her legs, resuming to kiss up one thigh, and then the other, now stroking her gently with the tip of my tongue with light flicks against her opening, each one making her whimper suddenly. I placed a few kisses against her, and licked once at her throbbing skin before pressing my tongue firmly into her, and licking up between her lips. Doing something like this was so foreign to me, I was worried and practically in the dark about what to do. Looking up to her, I hoped I was doing the right things and made her feel good.

I took her clitoris between my lips and flicked it gently, a few more times more firmly as she moaned loud enough for her mother to hear down the street. I glanced up at her, secretly thanking my parents for being extremely heavy sleepers, and inhaled deeply with chills streaming up my back, letting my warm breath fan upon her moistness. Her hands brought against the back of my head and laced within my hair lovingly. I could tell an orgasm was coming to her because she was moaning and breathing heavily, firmly pressing my face further between her legs. I loved her moans and wanted to hear more, licking her like I hadn't eaten for a week.
I returned my lips to her clitoris as I slowly slipped my finger into her, rubbing certain areas with the fingertip. I continued until her whole body tensed and I felt her shaking, moaning my name loudly. I felt like I would melt right then and there, and I didn't care who else knew or heard us.

I slowed my pace down to ease her from the orgasm, and placed one more affectionate kiss upon her before pulling her underwear and pants back up. I got back up on the bed and straddled her hips. She was breathing heavily with her eyes closed. She sat up and wrapped her arms around me, kissing me over and over. She smiled wide, as did I, resting our heads together. I knew she must be incredibly tired at this point. Looking at the clock it was about 6:10 AM, the sun beginning to rise. There was a slight shade of blue outside instead of pitch blackness. I eased her back under the covers with me, and we held eachother close. I had no desire to get mine; that would be selfish and unnecessary at this point. And besides, it was the happiest moment i've had in my life. I've had chances to be with girls before, but I was so happy that Hana was my first. I didn't regret anything, the past couple of hours replaying in my head.

I kissed her neck softly a few times, running my fingers through her soft black hair before whispering to her, "Hana, I think i'm falling in Love with you.."
"I think...i'm in Love with you, too.." Hana said hesitantly with a wide smile, " No.." She held me closer, nuzzling into my chest, "I don't think... I know i'm in Love with you."
I blushed and squeezed her gently in my arms. She smiled and slowly became more relaxed as I caressed her face and neck, running my fingers through her hair until she fell asleep.