Henna Tattoo, Part Four

Pacing around her bedroom, Andrea kept stopping to look at the cell phone laying on her bed. She needed to make a call, but she was still trying to work up the courage. Her hands were shaking so bad, and she was hot with nervous energy.

Instead of picking up her phone, she went to her mirror and lifted up her shirt. The heart and angel design had set in and were now a vibrant red color. No one could miss it against her pale skin. Her heart started racing at the thought of gym class tomorrow.

The Big Reveal, she thought, grinning nervously at her reflection. That was how she thought of it. Tomorrow, everyone would know about her and Michelina, and she really didn’t know what to expect. That made it worse, the not knowing part. Acceptance or animosity, she could deal with either one but not knowing which one was coming sucked.

She glanced at the phone, again. Shaking her head, she went to the bed and sat down, picking it up. She hesitated, then made herself call Kelly. She almost panicked and hung up when the girl answered on the third ring.

“Hey. You back from Emma’s?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, her voice wavering a little, “um… Could you come over for a minute? I need to tell you something.”

“Oh?” Kelly asked, concern creeping into her voice, “are you okay?”

Smiling, Andrea said, “I’m fine, but I need to talk to you.”

“Um, I’ll be over in a few,” the girl said, then the call cut out.

Andrea sat the phone on her nightstand, thinking, that was the easy part.

Too anxious to sit still, she got up and paced around her bedroom. Kelly only lived a block up and one over, so it wouldn’t take her long to get here. Andrea kind of wished she lived further away, so she had time to prepare herself for this. Then again, if Kelly did live further away, it would just give her more time to freak out.

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand as she got a text message. Hoping it was Kelly saying she couldn’t come, Andrea checked the display and saw Michelina’s name, instead. She opened the text, reading: Have you told her yet?

Andrea sent back: She is coming over now.

The phone buzzed, again and Andrea smiled as she read: Good luck, Chica. I love you

Andrea heard her stepmother call up that Kelly was here, and she quickly texted back: I love you, too.

Tossing her phone on the bed, Andrea crossed the room on rubbery legs, pausing at her bedroom door to take a deep breath. She went downstairs, found her best friend standing in the living room. Andrea smiled uncertainly at her. Kelly frowned, worry written all over her face. She managed a genuine smile for her friend, touched by her concern.

“Come on,” Andrea said, inclining her head toward the stairs, “let’s go up to my room.”

They headed upstairs and Andrea closed her door behind them. Kelly looked at her expectantly. Andrea couldn’t remember being this nervous before. She blotted her palms on her jeans, her stomach doing somersaults.

“Um…” Andrea said, her voice shaky, “I have something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah, I got that from the phone call,” Kelly said, but the barb lacked its usual sting. The girl was clearly worried about Andrea. Frowning, Andrea wondered what the girl thought this was about.

“Michelina and I are…” Andrea said, hesitating with the words right there on the tip of her tongue. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “we are a dating.”

Kelly blinked at her a few times, then Andrea found herself being hugged tightly. Surprised, Andrea hugged the girl back. Finally, pulling back, Kelly said, “God, you scared me. I thought you had leukemia or something.”

Laughing, Andrea asked, “Really?”

“Well, not really,” Kelly said, grinning sheepishly, “but I thought you had bad news, and that was why you wanted me to come over. You freaked me out, a little.”

“Sorry,” Andrea said, offering her own sheepish grin.

Kelly took her hand and pulled Andrea to the bed. She gave Andrea a curious look, asked, “When you say dating, you mean as in you two are a couple, right?”

“Yeah,” Andrea said, meeting her friend’s eyes. With an inward cringe, she waited to see how the girl would respond.

Smiling at her, Kelly asked, “Is this a new thing?”

“Um, not exactly,” Andrea said, rubbing the back of her neck, “we’ve been together for three months.”

“Three months!” Kelly exclaimed, giving her a dirty look, “you waited three months to tell me?”

“I wanted to tell you but…” Andrea said, blushing.

“Wait,” Kelly said, laughing, “this happened about the time of the first tattoo, right?”

“Um, yeah,” she said, nodding.

“So the tattoo was because you were dating Michelina? Is that why you had lesbian erotica on your side?” Kelly asked, giving her a curious look.

Snorting, Andrea said, “No. It’s a funny story, though.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” Kelly said, grinning, “spill it.”

“Oh God,” Andrea said, laughing, “I wasn’t thinking and packed shorts for gym class. The tattoo was all up and down my leg, remember?”

When Kelly nodded, Andrea continued, “Michelina let me borrow some yoga pants. She really saved my ass, and I appreciated it, so I asked if she wanted to see the new Star Wars movie with me. Just being friendly, before you ask. She was new here and seemed pretty cool…

“Anyway, we see the movie and have a good time. I invited her to stay the night, and things got… weird from there,” Andrea said, blushing.

“Weird how?” Kelly asked.

Andrea looked her for a long moment, then sighed and shook her head, “I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“Oh, this has to be good,” Kelly said, leaning forward.

Her face red the whole time, Andrea told her friend about the dance, the kiss and about Emma telling her just to try it. Kelly wouldn’t let her skimp on the details, wanted the whole story. It was both mortifying and a relief to finally tell her about it. She didn’t like keeping secrets from her best friend, and this was a big one.

“So you and Michelina did it?” Kelly asked, giving her a funny look.

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Leaning closer, Kelly asked, “What’s it like?”

“What’s it like?” Andrea parroted, surprised by the question.

“You know,” Kelly said, her voice low, “doing it with a girl?”

“You really want to know?” Andrea asked, her eyes widening. When she saw the girl really did, she frowned and said, “It’s amazing. I’m glad Emma talked me into trying it that first time.”

“Wait, first time?” Kelly asked, a huge grin spreading on her face.

“Well, we’ve been together for three months,” Andrea said, blushing.

Laughing, Kelly said, “I guess that answers that question.”

“Shut up,” Andrea said, her face hot.

Kelly suddenly frowned at her and asked, “Why are you telling me this now? After three months of keeping it a secret?”

Andrea took a deep breath and pulled up her shirt, showing Kelly the latest tattoo. Kelly laughed, then leaned in for a closer look at the initials on the banner. Her eyes wide, she looked back up at Andrea. Andrea smiled at her and nodded.

“Michelina has one like it,” Andrea said, letting her shirt fall back into place, “the other half of the heart.”

“Oh,” Kelly said.

“I wanted to tell you before it gets around school,” Andrea said, with a nervous smile, “I figure after tomorrow, everyone will know.”

Kelly hugged her fiercely, said, “That’s the craziest, most romantic thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I love her, Kelly,” Andrea said, still squeezing her friend.

“I got that from the tattoo,” Kelly said, pulling back to grin at her, “my best friend’s in love!”

With a nervous laugh, she said, “Hopefully, everyone else is as cool about it as you are.”

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Standing in front of the mirror on the back of her closet door, Andrea looked at the brilliant red tattoo on her stomach. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Michelina’s initials just under her rib cage. Even as far away from the mirror as she stood, she could still read them clear as day. Her hand came up, and she traced the letters.

“God, what have I gotten myself into?” Andrea said out loud, shaking her head. She turned away from the mirror.

She was fresh from her shower and wore just a pair of clean panties and a bra. Going to her closet, she found a dress to wear to school. Her hands were shaking, and she had trouble with the little buttons on the front. She forced herself to relax, at least long enough to finish getting dressed. She slipped into some shoes, then took another peek at herself in the mirror.

At least, I’ll look cute if things go badly today, she thought.

Opening her backpack, she went to her dresser for a pair of gym shorts, then her closet for a shirt. Both were stuffed into the sack, then she added a pair of tennis shoes. Looking down at the innocent-looking stack of clothing, she tried to imagine the pandemonium that would ensue when she changed into them. She only hoped it wasn’t as bad as the mental images her mind conjured up to torture her.

She zipped the bag closed and slipped the straps on her shoulders. Leaving her room, she headed downstairs. She waved to her mom and dad in the kitchen on her way out the front door, heard them call goodbye after her.

Outside, she saw the other kids waiting for the bus, walked toward them. Her tattoo started itching on her side, and she knew it was just her nerves getting the better of her. She took a deep breath and resisted the urge to scratch.

The bus rounded the corner and slowed as it approached her stop. She had to fight the urge to bolt back inside. The only thing that kept her from running away was the fact she’d just have to do it tomorrow, instead. The tattoo on her side wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, and her dad would never let her take three weeks off from school.

The bus came to a halt with the hiss of air brakes, and she followed the other kids onto it. She found a seat, her heart racing in her breast. It beat faster and faster, the closer she got to her school. By the time they pulled into the unloading loop in front of the school, her stomach was sour, and she couldn’t stop blotting her hands on her dress.

She filed off the bus and made her way inside and to her locker. She messed up her combination twice and had to start over, her hands were shaking so bad. Sighing with relief, she finally managed to get into her locker and unloaded her gym clothes. Her first period books went into the backpack, and she shrugged back into it. She looked at her little makeup kit and then changed her mind.

Closing her locker, she turned around and saw Michelina coming up. Andrea smiled when she saw the girl looked as nervous as she felt. She wore tight jeans and a long sleeve shirt. Andrea thought she looked beautiful. She wanted to hug the girl so bad, to kiss her deeply, but she restrained herself. She wasn’t really sure why; kissing Michelina in the hallway would have only sped up the inevitable. Still, she didn’t do it.

“Hey,” Michelina said, shyly.

“Hey,” Andrea said.

“You okay?” The girl asked.

“Not really,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Yeah, me, either,” Michelina said, with a sympathetic smile.

Andrea looked at her girlfriend, at a loss for what else to say. Finally, she just said, “Call me later.”

“I will,” Michelina said, turning away.

“Well, that was awkward,” Andrea said, shaking her head as she headed for her first class.

History wasn’t her favorite class and paying attention to Mr. Winter’s blather on about stuff that happened before her grandparents were born was a struggle on a good day. Today wasn’t a good day, and she spent more time freaking out about third-period gym class than listening to his lecture.

Second-period science was a little better. She actually liked science class, but she still had to make herself pay attention. Shaking her head, she thought she was going to have to take every book home tonight and re-read the subject matter of today’s lectures.

The bell rang, and she could stop pretending to be paying attention. She filed out of the room with the rest of the class, then went to her locker. Her heart started racing as she looked at the neat pile of clothing. She swallowed hard, then took it out and put her backpack in its place. Her legs felt like rubber bands as she headed to the locker room.

She wondered if a condemned man felt like this, walking toward the gallows.

Andrea knew from the stories Emma told her that kids could be real shits when it came to someone being different. She thought the world was a little more tolerant these days, but she was still scared to death as she pushed her way into the locker room. She hesitated just inside the door, looking at her classmates milling around in one stage of undress or another. Some of them were friends, and the rest were friendly. Well, except for Casey, but the girl seemed to hate everyone.

At least her opinion of me won’t change after this, Andrea thought.

Taking a deep breath, she moved to one of the benches that ran the length of a bank of lockers. Sitting her neat pile of gym clothes on the bench, Andrea started undressing. She was facing the lockers as she began to unbutton the stubborn little buttons on the front of her dress, but she changed her mind. She turned around as she slipped out of her dress. In just her bra and panties, she waited for someone to notice the new tattoo. Everyone was busy changing, and it took a minute. It was the longest sixty seconds of her life.

“Oh hey,” Hannah said, glancing at Andrea’s bared midsection, “you got a new one.”

Why is it always Hannah who notices, Andrea thought, amused.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, her voice shaky. She stepped out of her dress shoes and slipped into her little shorts.

Hannah came closer, inspecting Andrea’s tattoo. Frowning, she asked, “Is this all there is? Seems to be missing something.”

It was then that Michelina came into the locker room. She saw Hannah looking at Andrea’s tattoo and froze. She met Andrea’s eyes. Andrea grinned nervously at her and inclined her head. Michelina straightened her spine and stepped up beside Andrea. She very deliberately started undressing, removing her shirt.

Andrea heard Hannah gasp and saw her looking at the tattoo on Michelina’s stomach, then back at Andrea’s. Finally, she met Andrea’s eyes, the question clear in the look on her face.

Laughing, Andrea said, “Surprise.”

She cringed at the inane comment, wished she could reel it back in. She had spent a lot of last night daydreaming about how this conversation would go, what she’d say when it finally happened. This had been her big moment, and she had blown it.

“Oh,” Hannah said, her eyes widening, “Wait… You two?”

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, looking around the locker room. The other girls had heard Hannah gasp and were curious about what was happening. Some of them were coming over to investigate. Andrea felt her face get hot as she found herself the center of attention, again.

At least, I’m not the only one, she thought, glancing at her girlfriend. Michelina looked as flustered as she felt.

“You are… Dating?” Hannah asked, looking from Andrea to Michelina.

Taking a deep breath, Andrea said, “Yeah.”

“No shit?” Hannah asked.

“No shit,” Andrea said, smiling.

“What the hell, Andrea?” Hannah said, laughing.

“What do you mean what the hell?” Andrea said, ready to get angry. It turned out she didn’t need to.

“You have to tell us this story,” the girl said, grinning, “you can’t pull a stunt like this and not.”

Andrea looked at the huddled group of girls, reading the reactions in their faces. A couple of girls were whispering and giggling, casting looks at Andrea and Michelina, but, for the most part, there was only curiosity on the faces looking back at her.

So far, none of the nightmare scenarios her mind had tortured her with had come true. She felt herself relaxing some.

“It’s kind of a long story,” Andrea said, glancing at Michelina. The girl’s shrug said it was up to her, one way or the other.

“Come on,” Hannah said, grinning, “at least tell us how you ended up together.”

“Um,” Andrea said, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, “I guess it started with a misunderstanding and some well-intended bad advice.”

Michelina snorted and started laughing, said, “When you say it like that it sounds so romantic, Chica.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” Andrea said, grinning at her, “I invited Michelina to the movies because she saved my ass when she let me borrow her yoga pants and, well because she was new in town. I was just being friendly… Anyway, she thought because of the tattoo- the naked angel and demon one- I was a lesbian.”

“I wondered about that myself,” One of the girls said, getting a giggle or two from the group.

Michelina grinned at her, and said, “See, I wasn’t the only one.”

Blushing, Andrea said, “Well, that’s another story…”

Hannah turned to Michelina and asked, “So, you were the instigator?”

“Um, yeah,” Michelina admitted, laughing, “I thought maybe because she had the tattoo she’d be into it.”

“Into it?” Hannah parroted, then she gave Michelina a curious smile and asked, “How did YOU get ‘into it’?”

Andrea blinked in surprise, wondering why she had never thought to ask Michelina that question. She glanced at the girl, saw her blushing. She made a mental note to ask her.

“Um, that’s another story,” Michelina said, laughing.

“So, Michelina thought because of the tattoo you might be into it…” Hannah said, prompting Andrea to continue with her story.

“I had fun hanging out with her at the mall, so I invited her to stay over at my house. One thing led to another, and she kissed me.”

“It was a spur of the moment thing,” Michelina said, grinning at her, “God, I thought I had blown it. The look on your face…”

“I wasn’t expecting it,” Andrea said, laughing, “I had thought I had made a new friend, but I guess you were thinking… Well, about something else.”

“But you liked it?” Hannah asked, making a face.

“Hey,” Michelina said, playfully, “I’m a great kisser.”

That line got a couple of giggles.

“Yeah, I liked it,” Andrea said, blushing, “a little too much, I guess. Things sort of snowballed from there.”

“That was the misunderstanding,” Hannah said, raising her eyebrows questioningly, “but what was the well-intended bad advice?”

“My step-sister made a remark when we were discussing putting the naked angel and demon tattoo on my side that amounted to don’t knock it until you’ve tried it,” Andrea said, laughing, “Some advice I could give you, Hannah.”

It was Hannah’s turn to blush and the girls all laughed.

“So you tried it?” One of the girls asked.

“Um, yeah,” Andrea said, laughing nervously. That got more giggles, and her cheeks burned hotter.

“You two had… Sex?” Hannah asked, her eyes wide.

Andrea didn’t even have to say anything, her red face answer enough. More giggles and some whispered conversations. She noticed a few of the girls were looking at her with a curious new respect and she realized that, amongst this group she was probably the first to have sex. It gave her a bad girl credibility

“Huh,” Hannah said, laughing, “So a misunderstanding and some well-intended bad advice…”

“So, here we are…” Michelina said, smiling at Andrea.

“Yeah, here we are,” Andrea parroted, her heart racing.

She saw a general acceptance on the faces of the girl’s looking back at her and she felt herself relax even more. Really without thinking about it, she offered Michelina her hand. When Michelina took it, the crowded oohed and ahhed, then giggled. Andrea and Michelina could only weather the good-natured teasing.

Hannah said, “The matching tattoos… That was pretty awesome. Romantic.”

“We just wanted the world to know…” Michelina said, smiling at Andrea.

“…That we are in love,” Andrea finished. Just saying it out loud to someone other than Emma made her feel a little dizzy. It was exciting and frightening in equal measures. Well, maybe just a tad more frightening.

So, this is how it feels to be out of the closet, Andrea thought, her heart still racing in her breast. For better or worse, it was done.

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Sitting in the lunchroom across from Michelina, Andrea could feel eyes on her. She wasn’t just being paranoid; people were curious about her and Michelina. The rumors hadn’t taken long to find their way around the school. One this juicy was just too good not to pass along.

“Just ignore them,” Michelina said, grinning at her, “we’ll be old news in a couple of weeks.”

“Yeah, it’ll be nice to be forgotten,” Andrea laughed.

“Well, it’s your own fault,” Kelly said, with a playful grin, “you can’t pull something like showing up to class with matching tattoos and not expect to be the talk of the school.”

“I don’t see what the big deal is,” Andrea said, sipping her milk.

Kelly gave her a patented ‘Are you serious‘ look and said, “That was some Romeo and Juliet, Titanic-type shit. You two might be talked about for a long time to come.”

“I’m not sure I want to be in that crowd,” Michelina said, shaking her head, “too many sad endings.”

“You know what I mean,” Kelly said, rolling her eyes.

“It was kind of romantic, wasn’t it?” Andrea said, grinning at her friend.

“At least worth a Lifetime movie,” Kelly said, winking at her.

Andrea had to smile. Kelly hated the Lifetime channel. Too many sappy love stories and cheesy crime dramas, she said. Ironically, it was all she watched. Sometimes, she’d call Andrea just to talk about how bad the movie she was watching was. Andrea wasn’t sure why the girl didn’t just stop watching it, but it amused her too much to bring it up. She loved Kelly’s rants.

“I don’t think we are a straight-to-TV movie,” Andrea said, smiling at Michelina.

“Definitely a summer blockbuster,” Michelina agreed.

“Oh God,” Kelly said, laughing, “I’m going to need an insulin shot after that little display. Too sweet.”

Laughing, Andrea shook her head. It felt strange having this conversation. She figured it was going to be a while before she got used to being open about her sexuality. Even with Kelly, her oldest friend. She wondered if she’d ever be completely comfortable with it.

Kelly sobered up a little, and she smiled at Andrea, “I’m proud of you.”

“Me?” Andrea said, her eyes wide.

“This had to be scary as hell,” the girl said, leaning forward, “but you did it. It took some serious lady-balls to do what you two did.”

“Lady-balls?” Andrea asked, laughing.

“You know what I mean,” Kelly said, grinning at her.

“Thanks,” Andrea said, touched by the sentiment. She gave her friend an affectionate smile, feeling a burst of warmth for the girl.

“Now, if you could just stand up to your dad…” Kelly said, winking.

Laughing, Andrea said, “I’m not sure he’s ready for it, yet.”

“You need to start wearing him down soon,” Kelly said, pointing at Andrea’s dress, “else you’ll still be dressing like a nun in high school.”

“There’s nothing wrong with how I dress,” Andrea said, giving her friend a dirty look.

“True, if it were Easter Sunday every day of the week.”

Laughing, Michelina said, “You should have seen her this weekend.”

“Why? What happened this weekend?” Kelly asked, leaning forward.

Andrea told her friend about her new dress and high heels, about going on a double date with Emma and Selena. Kelly was grinning at her.

“What’s with the Cheshire cat grin?” Andrea asked.

“You came out of the closet as a lesbian, and I see you peeking out as a bad girl, too,” Kelly said, mischievously, “your step-sister is a bad influence on you. I like it.”

“She isn’t the only one. You’ve gotten me in a fair share of trouble, too,” Andrea said, laughing.

“Well,” Kelly said, raising her carton of milk, “here’s to future mischief.”

“Future mischief,” Andrea and Michelina said, touching their milk to Kelly’s. As she drank, Andrea wondered just what sort of mischief was ahead of her.

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Her neighborhood was kind of creepy this time of night, Andrea decided as she moved along the shadowed street. Then again, she was pretty sure most places seemed creepy at one in the morning. It was dark and chilly and the only thing moving about other than Andrea were the leaves stirred by the breeze. The insects were louder at night, not drowned out by the noise of the town. Even the chirping of the song birds sounded more aggressive.

Or maybe her nerves were raw from having sneaked out of the house for the first time in her life. Emma used to do it all the time, but Andrea just didn’t have the stomach for it. If she hadn’t promised to meet Michelina at the Emma’s secret spot, she might have chickened out. Only the thought of seeing the girl had given her enough courage to go through with it.

Her pace picked up to match her racing heartbeat. She glanced over her shoulder expecting someone to be following her, but she was alone on the street. Shaking her head, she thought,that’s because everyone else was in bed like I should be.

The half hidden trail to the secret spot was only fifteen minutes from her house and probably twenty from Michelina’s. She made it in ten, nearly running by the time she got there. She was doing a helluva a job freaking herself out.

She pushed the vine covered plywood aside, revealing the entrance to the trail. Risking her flashlight, she put her fingers over the lens to cut the amount of light down to a narrow cone. Just enough to navigate the broken terrain. The full moon had been enough out on the street, but the woods were another story.

She felt a little better off the street, not so revealed by the light from the evenly spaced streetlights. It was still creepy being out at this time of night but, at least, she wouldn’t be spotted.

About ten minutes down the trail, she saw the remnants of an old building that had been gutted by fire. The flames and the fire department had done a number on it, and Andrea couldn’t even begin to imagine what it used to be. Two walls had been reduced to nothing more than their support beams and half of the roof was missing.

Crunching across the overgrown gravel parking lot, she stepped through one of the missing walls and into the building. In the V of the remaining walls, she saw Emma’s little camp. The girl had drug some folding pool loungers here and fashioned a table out of a scorched piece of plywood and some old milk crates. The chairs sat next to a small fire pit.

On the two remain walls, Emma had painted a stunning mural, an erotic painting of a group of girls having sex. It was very graphic and beautifully done. Sensual and flowing, it drew the eye and held Andrea’s attention.

This place was just like Emma had described it- not much but more than what Andrea needed. Or, at least, it would be when Michelina showed up.

She gathered some sticks and started building a fire. When she had the sticks arranged the way she wanted, she fished the safety lighter from her back pack. It was one of those with a long shaft and an ignition button on the handle, meant for lighting grills or fireplaces. It took a minute for the damp wood to catch, but eventually she had a small fire going, the heat pushing back the chilly night air.

Hearing the scrape of feet on loose gravel, Andrea turned toward the sound, her flashlight coming up. Michelina blinked at the sudden brilliance, covering he eyes with her hand. Andrea grinned and lowered her flashlight. She went to the girl, pulled Michelina into her arms and kissed her deeply.

Finally pulling back, Michelina grinned at her and said, “Hi.”

Laughing, Andrea said, “Hi.”

“So this is Emma’s hold hang out?” Michelina asked, looking around.

“Yeah,” Andrea said, grinning, “she used to sneak out and come here to get drunk with whatever girl she was with at the time.”

“Well,” Michelina said, kissing her, “we don’t have any alcohol but we can still have some fun.”

“Emma has so many great stories about this place,” Andrea said, looking around the burned out building. She was grinning playfully when she looked back at Michelina, “I think we’ll have one of our own after tonight.”

“Yeah,” Michelina agreed, wrapping her arms around Andrea’s neck, “dance with me.”

“What?” Andrea asked, raising her eyebrows.

“This whole thing began with a dance,” Michelina said, starting to move her hips.

“The misunderstanding,” Andrea said, smiling affectionately at Michelina.

“Best mistake I’ve ever made,” Michelina said, kissing her.

Andrea kissed her back as she fished her phone from her back pocket. Pulling back, she opened her mp3 player app. Grinning, she looked at Michelina as music started pouring from the phone’s tiny speaker. Michelina’s eyes widened as she recognized the song, then she kissed Andrea deeply.

“The song,” Michelina said, smiling warmly at her.

“Our first dance,” Andrea said, tossing her phone on one of the chairs so she could wrap her arms around Michelina and pull her close.

In the flickering light of the fire, they danced and kissed, smiling at each other. Michelina spun Andrea out, and when she reeled her back in, Andrea was facing away from the girl. Michelina put her hands on Andrea’s hips, pressing her body against Andrea. The move made Andrea smile because it was how they ended up kissing that first time.

The crackling of the fire, the dancing shadows on the burnt out walls, the scent of Michelina’s shampoo just tickling her sense of smell, the lovely feel of the girl’s soft body pressed against her back, the sensual swaying of her hips… Andrea found herself getting turned on as Michelina and she continued to dance. When Michelina kissed her neck, a shiver of excitement ran through her. Her breathing got a little funny as Michelina’s hands slid from her hips and up her stomach to cup her breasts. She moaned as the girl kneaded them, teased her nipples through the shirt she wore until they stiffened and ached sweetly. Andrea put her arms in the air and Michelina pulled the shirt up and off, tossing it towards one of the lawn chairs and missing. Shivering as the cool night air found her bare skin, Andrea moved closer to the fire. Michelina unfastened the catches on Andrea’s bra and Andrea hoped no one was around to see her. This close to the fire, she was revealed in the flickering flame.

Michelina’s hands cupped Andrea’s bare breasts, teasing them until her back arched. Her soft moans spilled out into the night. Michelina’s touch made her shiver even more than the chilly air. She didn’t need the fire for warmth anymore, the hands exploring her young body setting a fire at her core.

Andrea’s breath caught in her throat as Michelina’s hands slip from her breasts, moving lower. Her heart was racing when Michelina’s fingers found the button to her jeans, popping it lose. Andrea let out her pent up breath in a sigh as Michelina’s fingers eased into her panties and found her bud sensitive and ready for her touch. Michelina’s free hand pushed at her waistband and Andrea helped her slip the jeans off her hips to mid thigh. Not satisfied, Michelina pushed her panties down, too.

“You might as well take them off,” the girl said, nibbling on Andrea’s earlobe.

Shivering deliciously, Andrea wriggled her legs until her pants fell around her ankles. Stepping out of her shoes, she finished what she started, standing naked next to the fire. She moved back into Michelina, encouraging the girl to resume what she had started. Michelina seemed more than happy to let her hands explore Andrea’s lithe and lean body, her caresses leaving Andrea’s skin tingling.

Michelina’s hand slipped between Andrea’s thighs, again. Andrea moaned thickly as the girl’s able fingers awoke the pleasure deep inside of her. Her own hands moved back to grab Michelina’s backside, pulling her closer. She loved the way the girl’s body molded to her own, loved the feel of Michelina’s lower abdomen rubbing against her buttocks as her hips began to gyrate. Michelina’s free hand found Andrea’s hip and the girl pushed her hips forward hard into Andrea. The move startled a gasp from Andrea, the impact sending tremors of pleasure through her. The next thrust of Michelina’s lower abdomen pushed a moan from her slack mouth. Michelina’s fingers tightened on her hip and Andrea tensed, ready for the next collision of their bodies.

“Like that, do you?” Michelina whispered in her ear, rubbing playfully against Andrea’s backside.

“Mm-hmm,” Andrea said. The feel of the girl’s fingers massaging her clit in lazy circles and the slow grinding against her buttocks melded into one lovely sensation that drove her body crazy. Then Michelina thrust her hips hard against Andrea, rocking her forward where she stood. The hand on her hip tightened, holding her in place as Michelina began slamming into her from behind. Each thrust forced a cry from Andrea. Andrea’s hands tightened on Michelina’s buttocks as it began to feel really good. She could feel tension enter Michelina’s body just before she did it and that half a heart beat of anticipation only made her more excited.

It was all too much for Andrea. One more hard thrust of Michelina’s hips against her buttocks did her in and she nearly went to her knees as she came violently. Only the girl kept her on her feet, her arms going around Andrea to support her as she trembled. Michelina kept her hips moving, gently rubbing against Andrea. It was lovely, kept the wonderful sensations washing through her body.

“Jesus,” Andrea laughed, trying to catch her breath. On wobbly legs, she turned into her girlfriend and kissed her heatedly. Finally, pulling back she asked, “What was that?”

“I don’t know,” Michelina said, grinning at the dazed look on Andrea’s face, “you were rubbing against me and… I just went for it. I kept doing it because you liked it.”

Laughing, Andrea said, “I guess I needed a good humping.”

“A good humping, huh?” Michelina said, grinning.

“Now, it’s your turn,” Andrea said, her hand slipping onto the girl’s crotch. The denim was wet and slick and for a second Andrea thought the girl had peed herself. She blushed when it dawned on her why her girlfriend’s pants were wet.

I guess Michelina got me a little excited, Andrea thought, shivering as she thought about Michelina slamming into her from behind.

She unfastened Michelina’s jeans, then worked the zipper down. Michelina helped her get the snug jeans off her hips and Andrea ran them down her long legs. She sank to her knees in front of her girl friend, grinning up at her. Hooking her fingers in the cute little panties Michelina wore, she pulled them down around the girl’s ankles. Andrea helped her out of her shoes, then held her hand as Michelina kicked free of her clothes. Looking up, she saw the girl pulling her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside.

Andrea stopped to admire Michelina’s lovely body, transfixed by the flickering shadows from the flames on her bare skin. She looked so beautiful standing there next to the fire that Andrea couldn’t breathe. Michelina must have seen it in Andrea’s eyes because she smile warmly at her, urged her to stand up. The girl pulled her close and kissed Andrea deeply.

“I love you, Michelina,” Andrea said, pulling back to grin at the girl, “you are so beautiful I just can’t help myself.”

Michelina kissed her, again- a long, breathless kiss that made Andrea a little dizzy with need. When their lips finally parted, Michelina smiled and turned in Andrea’s arms. Her buttocks pressed eagerly against Andrea’s lower abdomen. Andrea kissed the graceful curve of the girl’s neck, letting her hand slip down her flank and between Michelina’s thighs. Michelina moaned as Andrea’s fingers teased her bud, her hips beginning to move.

She grabbed Michelina’s hip with her free hand, rubbing against the girl’s buttocks. Grinning, she gave the girl some of her own medicine, the impact of their bodies forcing a moan from Michelina. The girl giggled and looked over her shoulder at Andrea. Winking, Andrea did it again. Michelina bit her lip, her eyes flashing in the light of the fire.

Michelina drug one of the chairs in front of her, leaning forward and resting her weight on the plastic arm rests. Her hand came up and brushed Andrea’s aside, and she wriggled her hips against Andrea’s lower abdomen. When she glance back at Andrea, she had a playful grin on her face and Andrea saw what the girl wanted. The hand that had been teasing the girl’s bud found her other hip and that grin widened.

Andrea pushed her hips forward, felt the girl’s backside jiggle against her. Michelina moaned thickly, her fingers teasing her own bud. She met Andrea’s eyes, looking back over her shoulder. Biting her lip, she waited for Andrea to do it, again. Andrea saw just how excited the girl was, and it fueled her own arousal. The next roll of her hips brought a moan from her own lips, as well as from Michelina’s. Andrea’s fingers tightened on Michelina’s hips as she fell into a rhythm they both liked, their sounds of enjoyment joining the sounds of the night.

Again, Andrea thought there was probably a name for this- surely they weren’t the first girls to figure out this felt incredible- but she didn’t know what it was, only that she liked the way Michelina’s backside slammed into her lower abdomen, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. The pressure on her clit was lovely, had her moaning and sighing right along with Michelina.

Michelina was pushing back into her eagerly, their bodies meeting with a meaty smack. She liked this as much as Andrea, her cries of enjoyment getting louder as the girl became more and more aroused. She kept looking over her shoulder at Andrea, her eyes flashing with excitement.

Grinning, Andrea thought, I learned something new today; my girlfriend likes it from behind.

Sure enough, she heard Michelina’s cries grow sharper, urgent. Andrea’s fingers tightened on the girl’s hips and she focused on finishing her off, really slamming against the girl’s buttocks. Each impact forced a cry of ecstasy from the girl and they built and built in volume until people in the next county could probably hear her. Then she stiffened, pulling away from Andrea. Her whole body shook violently and Andrea could feel the girl coming through her hands on her hips. Gently, Andrea pulled the girl back to her, rubbing her lower abdomen against her buttocks. It had felt amazing when Michelina did it to her, had kept the lovely sensations rolling through her a little longer.

“Wow,” Michelina said, standing up straight on her wobbly legs. She turned in Andrea’s arms, wrapping her own around Andrea’s neck and kissed her heatedly.

“Amazing, right?” Andrea said, grinning at her.

“I never did it like that before,” Michelina said, sighing contently, “I think it is still tribbing but… Who knows.”

“Maybe Emma will know,” Andrea said, then blushed. She wondered if her desire to know what she and Michelina had just done was greater than the embarrassment the question would bring.

Grinning, Michelina said, “I can see you blushing even by firelight.”

“Shut up,” Andrea said, affectionately.

“Come on,” Michelina said, sitting down in one of the chairs and pulling Andrea onto her lap. Andrea cuddled against her, happier than she had ever been.

“It feels kind of surreal, doesn’t it, Chica?” Michelina said, running her fingers up and down Andrea’s thigh.

“This?” Andrea asked, meeting her eyes.

“No… Well, a little,” Michelina said, smiling, “but I meant that when we walk into school tomorrow, everyone will know we are together. Everyone will know I’m a lesbian.”

Andrea smiled at her and said, “I know. I’m still getting used to the idea that I don’t have to hide it, anymore.”

“Do you think Kelly was right?” Michelina asked, meeting her eyes, “That people will talk about this for a while?”

“It is crazy romantic… The tattoos, I mean,” Andrea said, grinning, “If you heard about something like this, you’d want to talk about it, too, wouldn’t you?”

Laughing, Michelina said, “When you say it like that…”

“Some day,” Andrea said, kissing the girl, “someone will write a story about us, a romantic tale of two brave young girls in love…”

3 Responses to Henna Tattoo, Part Four

  1. Fur says:

    Once again I don’t have words to describe what I think. You are a master writer Ebo and I’m glad you didn’t make us wait for this. I do so look forward to reading even more.

  2. babykeiko says:

    absolutely gorgeous… makes me so wet (blush blush)

  3. ebo says:

    Thanks Fur, Babykeiko.

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