Maggie & Tammy (A Story of Walnut Grove)
	By Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)

Maggie spent most of the hour in her history class staring at the
back of Tammy's head. Okay, not exactly the back, more like the
back/left side, as Tammy was sitting two rows up and one row over
from her. Mostly she just got a view of Tammy's long brown hair, but
occasionally Tammy would flip her hair up over her shoulder,
exposing her ear and the large hoop earring dangling from it.
Looking down Tammy's body, Maggie could see that Tammy was wearing a
form-fitting black tank-tee and a grey skirt that didn't come close
to her knees.

Maggie knew that she really should have been paying more attention
to her instructor. It was, after all, just her second week in
community college, and she had vowed to herself that she would be a
better student in college than she had been in high school.

But Tammy was just too damn distracting!

She had met Tammy just last week; Tammy had seen her in the
cafeteria, recognized Maggie from history class, and the two of them
sat together. Tammy had just moved into the area with her family
from Texas, so she really didn't know anyone. When Maggie asked
Tammy why she didn't just stay down in Texas and go to school there,
Tammy answered that she had problems with a few people from her old
town and welcomed the change of scenery. Maggie couldn't imagine
anyone not getting along with Tammy's friendly demeanor and
sparkling personality!

Maggie figured that she had simply made a new friend, but over the
past week she found herself becoming increasingly infatuated with
Tammy. They had had lunch together a couple of more times, and
Maggie was entranced by Tammy's warm smile and southern accent.

Up until about a month ago, Maggie hadn't thought about other girls
in that way--at least not seriously. But after hearing her best
friend Hilary glow about the relationship she had with her new
girlfriend, Maggie had started to think that maybe dating girls was
an option to consider, especially since she had had such rotten luck
with boyfriends in the past.

When class was finally over, Maggie approached Tammy in the hallway
outside. "Are you free for lunch?" Maggie asked her new friend.

"Oh, sorry darling," Tammy said in her Texas drawl. "I've got to get
to my job at the bookstore."

"That's okay," Maggie said, hoping that her disappointment didn't
show too much in her voice.

Tammy began to turn away, but then stopped. "Hey, are you free
tomorrow afternoon?"

Maggie had to stop and think about what her class schedule was. "Yeah,
I am," she finally remembered. "I have to work at the restaurant
until 2, but I have Fridays free of classes so I'm open in the
afternoon."

"How about we meet up at the mall?" Tammy suggested. "It'll be great
to hang out and go clothes shopping."

"Sure, that sounds like fun."

"Great! How about we meet at 3 by the fountain?"

"That should be good," Maggie agreed.

"All right then, it's a date. See you tomorrow!" Tammy enthused with
a smile.

"Bye." A date? What did she mean by that? Maggie wondered. Like a
date just to get together? Or a 'date' date?

Maggie was so deep in thought that she didn't hear her friend Hilary
come up behind her. "What was that I heard about a date?" Hilary
asked.

Maggie jumped. "Wha... God, Hilary, don't sneak up on me like that!"

"Wouldn't be a problem if you weren't staring at that girl's ass,"
Hilary teased.

"I wasn't staring at her ass," Maggie said, defensively. "I was just
thinking."

"About this date that you apparently have with her tomorrow?"

"It's not a date. We're just going to hang out at the mall tomorrow
and go clothes shopping," Maggie explained.

"No, I'm pretty sure that I distinctly heard her say 'date.'"

"That's just, you know, an expression. We're just friends."

"Well dear, I saw the way she was looking at you, and she definitely
wants to be more than 'just friends.'"

"Oh really? Do you think so?" The thought that Tammy was interested
in her in that way made Maggie's stomach start to fill with
butterflies.

"Trust me--I know about these things."

"Are you sure?"

"I can't be totally sure," Hilary admitted. "But it sure looked to
me like she was flirting with you."

"Oh..." Maggie looked back down the hall in the direction in which
Tammy had long disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Hilary asked. "I thought you told me that you had
been thinking about hooking up with a girl?"

"It's just... You know... It had just been idle speculation, a
passing fantasy. But if what you say is true..."

"Look, don't get all worked up over it." Hilary put an assuring hand
on Maggie's shoulder. "Just go to the mall tomorrow and have fun.
And if you feel something more, well, go for it!"

"Easy for you to say," Maggie said. "You're used to dating girls."

Hilary smiled. "Well, if you want any pointers, just let me know!"

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"I'm so sorry I'm late!" Maggie said to Tammy when she found her
patiently waiting on a bench near the fountain at 3:15 the next
afternoon.

"I was starting to wonder if you were standing me up," Tammy said as
she gave Maggie a friendly hug.

"No no," Maggie said. "It's just that when I said that three was
okay, I completely forgot that after I'm through with work I'm all
sweaty and smell like the restaurant kitchen, so I had to run home
first and shower and change clothes, but there's only so fast that a
girl can move. I was going to ask my boss if I could leave a bit
early, but then we got caught in a fluke late lunch crowd and I
couldn't get away and..."

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. It's okay," Tammy said reassuringly.
"Really. I just sat here and did a little people-watching."

"Sorry. I ramble when I get nervous."

"So I see."

Maggie took a step back and got a good look at the outfit that Tammy
was wearing. Her red crocheted halter top showed off plenty of her
abdomen, and her tight black jeans flared out at the bottom with
zippers. The jeans were probably designed to go over a pair of
boots, but instead Tammy wore a pair of red sandals. A thick black
belt with a large round buckle went around her waist, and a thin
gold chain necklace and medium-sized hoop earrings rounded out the
ensemble. Tammy was quite attractive as a rule, but in this outfit
she looked damn hot!

"That's some outfit you have on." Maggie felt somewhat plain in the
black capri pants and white spaghetti strap tank she was wearing.

"Yeah, I know," Tammy shrugged. "What can I say, I like to dress to
tease!"

Maggie felt the butterflies start to return again to her stomach.
Was Tammy trying to have an effect on her? If so, it was definitely
working!

"What's 'Atomic Kitten?'" Tammy asked, referring to the pink logo
across Maggie's shirt.

"Oh, they're a British girl group," Maggie explained. "They're
pretty cool, actually. I can loan you a cd, if you're interested."

"If you like it, I'll have to give them a try."

"Okay, I'll bring it to class on Monday."

"Cool. So, now that you're here, what do you say we get started?"

"Sure. Where do you want to go first?"

"Well, I've never been to a mall that didn't have at least one or
two decent clothing stores..."

"Oh, I know just the place," Maggie said. "But it's way down on the
other side."

"Lead on, then!"

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They made their way through the mall to a place called "The Buckle",
a trendy clothing store that catered to girls in their teens and
early twenties.

They had taken only a few steps in when Maggie suddenly stopped.
"Oh, shit. I forgot about who works here."

"What do you mean?" Tammy asked.

But before Maggie could answer, one of the clerks came over to greet
them. She was tall, blonde, and thin, wearing a sleeveless white
blouse and a brown miniskirt that showed off her long and shapely
legs. She was also one of the clerks who had witnessed The Incident
when she and Hilary were there over the summer.

"Hi, can I help...?" the clerk stopped when she recognized Maggie.
"Oh, hi..."

"Um, hi." Maggie tried to recall the clerk's name, but then realized
she was wearing a nametag. "Bridget, right?"

"Yeah, you're Maggie?"

"Yeah. Hey listen, about the last time..."

"Don't worry about it. We were just both eyewitnesses to an ugly
scene. I certainly don't blame you."

"For a minute there, I was worried that we might end up watching a
wrestling match."

Bridget laughed. "If it went on any longer someone would've had to
call security."

Tammy gave Maggie a questioning look. "Security?"

"I'll tell you later," Maggie said.

"Who's your friend?" Bridget asked Maggie.

"This is Tammy," Maggie said. "We have history class together."

"Love your jeans!" Bridget complimented Tammy.

"Thanks."

"They do an excellent job showing off your curves!"

"Well, I try."

Maggie wasn't sure she liked Bridget checking out Tammy's curves.

"This girl, on the other hand, needs some help," Bridget said,
pointing at Maggie.

"What do you mean?" Maggie asked.

"Those capri pants just don't work for you."

"She's right," Tammy agreed. "With legs like yours, you should be
going for something that shows them off--a nice short skirt, or a
pair of short shorts."

"Or you know, she could also do a really long skirt," Bridget
offered, talking more to Tammy than to Maggie.

"Oh yeah, you're right," Tammy agreed.

Maggie cleared her throat. "Hey, standing right here..."

"Sorry, girl," Tammy said as she put her arm around Maggie's
shoulders.

"Our skirts are over here," Bridget told the girls as she led them
to the back of the store. "I think we have a couple of long skirts
that will be perfect for you!"

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Maggie hadn't intended actually buying anything that afternoon, but
ended up letting herself be talked into buying two long skirts at
The Buckle: a tan stretch cotton skirt with a side-slit running up
past the knee, and a lightweight flowing number with a flower print.

After browsing around a couple more stores, the girls realized that
they were getting hungry; so they decided to grab a bite to eat.

At the food court, Maggie got herself a chicken caesar salad, while
Tammy went for a cheeseburger and fries.

"How can you stand to eat that?" Maggie asked as Tammy sat down at
the other side of the small table.

"Easy, like this." She took a big bite of her burger, obviously
relishing the taste. 

Maggie watched as Tammy chewed and swallowed. 

Tammy picked up her napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth. "What,
you don't like cheeseburgers?"

"Oh no, I love them," Maggie replied. "But all that grease and
fat..."

"Well yeah, that's what makes it taste so good!"

"That taste will go straight to your hips."

"Please. Don't tell me you've bought into that whole 'starve
yourself' mentality. As long as you're fit and active, you can
afford to have some good greasy food once or twice a week. Besides,
a skinny girl like you could afford to put on a few pounds." Tammy
picked up a fry and pushed it towards Maggie's lips. "Here, eat it."

Maggie started to pull away. "I don't..."

"Eat it!" Tammy said again, with a tone of stern playfulness.

Suddenly playful, Maggie grabbed the fry with her bared teeth. It
was nice and salty, and she had to admit it tasted damn good.
"Mmmm," she moaned softly.

"There, see? You shouldn't deny yourself the simple pleasures in
life," Tammy said.

"Can I have another?"

"Sure." Tammy held up another fry, which Maggie quickly ate.

"How about another?"

"Oh my god, you're turning into a fry slut!" Tammy said, laughing.
Maggie laughed too, then returned to eating her salad.

"So, you were going to tell me what the story was with that Bridget
girl," Tammy reminded Maggie. "I can't imagine what the problem
could be--she seemed nice."

"Oh, she is," Maggie agreed. "It's just that she's friends with this
girl, Madison, who used to go out with my friend Hilary."

"Bad break-up?"

"Yeah, pretty bad. Right after prom this past spring, Hilary
suddenly tells Madison that she doesn't want to go out with her any
more."

"Why?"

"Well, Hilary said it was because she was graduating and didn't want
to still be dating someone in high school," Maggie explained. "Which
seemed like a pretty lame explanation to me. I mean, it's not as
though Hilary wasn't staying in town or anything. She may be my best
friend, but that doesn't mean I always understand her."

"Heh. Women. We're always so damn complicated. Sometimes I think it
might just be easier to date a simplistic male." Tammy then pitched
her voice lower and cranked up her accent in a parody of a good ol'
boy: "It's a good thing that women are so purdy!"

Maggie didn't say anything in reply, causing an uncomfortable
silence.

"What's wrong, Maggie?"

"I... I wasn't really... Are we on a date?"

"Well, yeah!"

"Oh."

"Didn't you... oh God, I figured... you know..."

"It's okay, but..."

"I asked Hilary if you dated girls, and she said that you'd go out
with me if I asked. I assumed that she had talked to you about it.
And when you asked me out to lunch..."

"I don't really know. I mean, I had told Hilary that I had *thought*
about maybe possibly going out with a girl. And if I did, you would
definitely be a girl I'd want to go out with. But I wasn't really
sure if this was a date or just hanging out at the mall with a
friend."

"Why can't it be both?"

"I..."

"Look, Maggie, I like you. Both as a friend, and, I hope, something
more. But I want to be your friend first. So let's just enjoy
ourselves, okay?"

"Okay," Maggie agreed, letting a shy smile crawl to her lips.

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After they finished eating, Maggie and Tammy continued shopping,
hitting just about every clothing store in the mall. Maggie was
amazed by Tammy's fashion sense, especially the way that Tammy could
grab two different items from opposite sides of a store and make a
stunning ensemble out of them.

Maggie also learned that Tammy had a thing for shoes, especially
boots. Tammy tried on several pairs at the shoe store before
deciding on pair of black leather shin-high boots with a western
trim.

Before they knew it, dusk was starting to settle in. After a long
day, both Maggie and Tammy were starting to drag, so they decided to
call it an evening. Shopping bags in hand, they headed out to the
parking lot where Tammy was parked just a couple of rows away from
Maggie. They stopped off at Maggie's car, an aquamarine 2-door '93
Chevy Cavalier that wasn't a top model by any stretch but managed to
get her to school and work and home without too much distress.

"I had a great time with you today," Tammy said.

"Me too," Maggie told her. "You're fun to shop with."

After an awkward pause, Tammy spoke up: "I'm going to kiss you now."

Before Maggie could say anything, Tammy set her bags down, put her
hands on Maggie's shoulders and stretched up to give Maggie a kiss.
It wasn't a peck, nor was it a deep romantic make-out kiss--it was
somewhere in between, soft and sweet.

When the kiss was over, Tammy picked her bags back up and started to
walk away across the parking lot. "Bye!" she called, leaving Maggie
standing with a slightly dazed look.

"Bye," Maggie murmered, so soft that she wasn't sure that Tammy
heard her. Her head was swimming. She didn't really know what to
make of the day's events.

But she was pretty sure that she enjoyed the kiss.

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The next morning at work, Maggie found her attention wandering to
the thought of Tammy; she was almost too distracted to do her job.
Once she even accidentally spilled coffee all over a customer's
plate when she saw a girl who looked a bit like Tammy two tables
away. Luckily the customer took it in stride, but Maggie was
embarrassed.

After the spilling incident, her boss--Julia, the owner of the
restaurant--took her aside back in the kitchen. "You seem out of
sorts today, Maggie. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, yes, everything's fine," Maggie replied. "I'm just a bit
distracted is all."

"Well, try to keep your mind on the job through the rest of your
shift, dear. You can daydream about whoever it is who's distracting
you after."

Maggie dropped her head and smiled shyly.

"Ah, I was right!"

"How could you...?"

"Hey, I was once young and in love too, you know," Julia told her.

"Well, I'm not sure if I'd call it love..."

"But it's something." Julia put her hands on Maggie's shoulders.
"Just try not to let it distract you too much this morning, okay?"

"Okay."

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When she got home after work, Maggie found a message on her
answering machine from Hilary: "(beep) Hey girl. Call me back as
soon as you get home--I want all the details! Bye hun! (beep)"

Maggie hit the speed dial for Hilary's number and collapsed on the
bed with the phone.

Hilary answered on the second ring. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me."

"Maggie! Cool! How'd things go yesterday?"

"It was... fun. And interesting."

"So was I right? Was it a date?"

"You know full well that it was a date. You set it all up, you
minx!"

"Hey, I just thought that you needed a little push in the right
direction is all. And it sounds like you had a good time, so I'm not
sorry about it in the least."

"Yeah, we did have a good time. Tammy's really nice and fun and
pretty cool."

"And she's a total babe. Don't forget that!"

"Not easily."

"So, did you kiss her? No, wait, don't tell me yet. Start from the
beginning--I want all the details!"

Maggie went through the entire post mortem with Hilary, starting
with meeting Tammy at the fountain and continuing with their
shopping--though she tactfully avoided mentioning Bridget at The
Buckle--right on through to their kiss in the parking lot.

"So, you want to kiss her again, right?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"Yay! I just knew you'd hit it off with her."

"So, like, what should I do? Should I call her or something? Or wait
for her to call?"

"Well, there's no real protocol for these things, at least not that
I know of. But if you like her and want her to know that you want to
see her again, I think that you should call her."

"Okay, I... oh shit, I don't have her phone number."

"Well, you could look it up, you know."

"Oh, yeah."

"God girl, you always get so spacy when you're smitten!"

"She just moved to the area, so she's probably not in the book. I'll
have to try looking her up online."

"Okay, I'll get off the phone so that you can get on the Net. See
you Monday in class?"

"Yep. Bye."

"Bye."

Maggie turned on her iBook and logged on to the Net, but was
unsuccessful in finding a phone number for Tammy. She was quite
bummed, until she checked her email and found a message waiting for
her:


  M-

  i had a gr8 time on fri. hope u did 2. 
  cant w8 2cu on mon.

  T


Maggie's heart jumped. Tammy had a good time too! Monday suddenly
seemed so far away.

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Monday morning, Maggie sat in the classroom before history was to
begin, talking with Hilary but keeping an eye on the door waiting
for Tammy to arrive. Hilary noticed that Maggie was distracted and
tried to tease her about it, but the verbal jabs went right by
Maggie.

Class started promptly at 11:10 but Tammy didn't arrive until 11:15,
slipping into a seat at the back of the room. Maggie turned her head
back and gave Tammy a smile, which Tammy returned along with a
little wave.

Maggie tried to be interested in the lecture and class discussion;
but what she really wanted was for class to be over so that she
could talk to Tammy, which meant that the next forty-five minutes
seemed like a hundred and forty-five.

When class was finally dismissed, Maggie suddenly started to panic.
"Ohmygod ohmygod whatdoisay whatdoisay?" she said, grabbing Hilary's
arm.

"Relax, girl, just be yourself," Hilary assured her.

Tammy met Maggie and Hilary at the door and went out into the
hallway with them. "Hi Hilary. Hi Maggie," Tammy greeted them. "How
was your weekend?"

Maggie started to say something, but Hilary interjected: "Oh it was
fun, what with listening to Maggie here swooning over you and all."

Maggie was mortified. She turned her head to give Hilary a look of
shock.

"Oops, sorry, that's my cue to get out of here," Hilary said. "Bye!"

While Maggie was still in shock, Tammy sported a grin of amusement.
"You swooned?" she asked Maggie.

"I did not swoon." Maggie was indignant.

"Hmm, that's too bad. I don't think I've ever had anyone swoon over
me before. I think I might like it if I was the object of a swoon."

"Well, I may not have swooned, but I did talk about what a great
time we had on Friday."

"I'm glad to hear that, because I had a great time too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. What part of Friday did you like the best?"

"The part at the end."

"What? Where I walked away?"

"No, silly, the part right before that."

"Oh, you mean when I kissed you."

"Yeah, that part."

"You liked that, huh?"

"It was good. I liked it. A lot."

"Good, because I feel another kiss coming on right now." Tammy
dropped her book bag on the floor, put her hands around Maggie's
waist and pushed Maggie gently back against the wall. She pressed
her lips gently against Maggie's, giving her a soft, wet kiss.

Maggie melted into Tammy as they pressed together. It felt so good,
so right. Instinctively she opened her mouth and felt Tammy's tongue
push past her lips. Maggie lost herself in the kiss.

"Wow," Maggie said when they finally parted to catch their breaths.

"So, you liked that one too?"

"Oh yes."

"Because there's a lot more where that came from. If you want
more..."

"Definitely."

"Good." They kissed again. It was even better than the last one.

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Maggie soon discovered that she really enjoyed having a girlfriend,
and not just for the kisses. Unlike the boys she had gone out
with--who, no matter how much attention they gave her, seemed more
interested in getting into her pants than in her as a person--Tammy
was more more interested in Maggie as a friend. While they were
definitely different people, they found that they had a lot to talk
about and share: music, books, school, shopping, and annoying
younger brothers (Maggie had just one, while Tammy had to endure
two!)

The upshot was that this mutual interest and friendship made Maggie
desperately want to let Tammy into her pants!

Their first attempt at going further than just kissing and hand
holding came about two weeks after their first date: Studying up in
Maggie's room, they got completely distracted by making out.
Maggie's hand was on Tammy's breast, gently squeezing Tammy's nipple
through her shirt and bra, and Tammy's hand was slowly inching up
Maggie's inner thigh to the warm space between Maggie's legs, when
they were interrupted by Maggie's brother Kevin, who burst into
Maggie's room looking for his missing GameBoy.

A week later they were at Tammy's house; Tammy's backrub was fast
turning into something more intimate when the rest of Tammy's family
arrived home, Chinese take-out in tow. While it was a good
opportunity for Maggie to be officially introduced as Tammy's new
girlfriend, it completely killed the romantic mood.

The next day, Maggie's frustration came out as she and Hilary were
sharing some long neglected best friend time.

"You and Tammy seem to be getting along pretty good," Hilary
remarked to her friend.

"Yeah, she's really great," Maggie said, glowing. "I'm glad that you
maneuvered us into going out--even if it was a bit underhanded."

"She seemed like just the sort of girl who could lure you over to
'our team.'"

"Why didn't you tell me before that dating a girl could be so much
fun?"

"I believe I did. Repeatedly. It just took you a while to listen."

"I'm glad that I finally did, though. Especially with Tammy."

"Okay, as best friend and the one who set the two of you up, I want
details. And make them juicy!"

"Well, there are details, but I'm afraid there's not much 'juice' to
them yet."

"Why not? It's obvious that you two are very much into each other.
How can there not have been any good juice?"

Maggie told Hilary about the frustrations that she and Tammy had
been having trying to get some alone time. "With both of us still
living at home, it's hard to get any good time by ourselves."

"You know you could just go off in a parked car somewhere," Hilary
suggested.

"That's not exactly a romantic way for us to spend our first time
together."

"Yeah, I guess not."

"You're lucky that your girlfriend is out on her own and has a
roommate willing to make herself scarce on occasion."

Hilary got a sly smile on her face, a slightly devious smile that by
now Maggie knew often led to trouble. "Hey, that gives me an idea on
how to solve your little difficulty..."

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"Oh my goodness, just look at the two of you: so adorable!"

It was two nights later, and Maggie and Tammy had shown up at
Hilary's girlfriend's apartment. Jo's roommate Andi came to the door
to let them in, and was fawning over the girls something fierce.

"Come in, come in," Andi told them.

"Thanks." Maggie and Tammy stepped inside, closing the door behind
them.

Hilary had arranged for Maggie and Tammy to have the use of Andi and
Jo's apartment for the evening, so that they could get intimate in
private without the fear of being interrupted. It was, Tammy and
Maggie decided, a good solution to their problem, so they were
taking advantage of the offer.

"Jo, honey, the girls are here!" Andi called to the back of the
apartment.

"I'll be right out," Jo said, her voice muffled behind her bedroom
door.

"That woman has had such trouble picking out clothes to wear since
she started going all girly. Your friend Hilary has been a bad
influence on her," Andi said, smiling.

"Thanks for letting us use your apartment," Tammy said.

"No problem. We're always happy to help young love blossom!"

Tammy took Maggie's hand in hers; the two of them looked at each
other and smiled.

"You can use the master bedroom in the back," Andi told them. "It's
a queen so you should have plenty of room to maneuver. The sheets
are clean; just strip them off when you're done and toss them in the
washer before you leave--it's in the closet here off the hallway,
one of those combo deals."

"Got it," Maggie acknowledged.

"If you're in the mood, there are a couple of toys and some lube in
the drawer of the nightstand, and several more in a box under the
bed. Just put any that you end up using in the bathroom sink and
we'll take care of them later."

It took Maggie a second to figure out what Andi meant by 'toys', and
when she did she blushed. Tammy looked at her, smiled, and squeezed
her hand playfully.

Jo came out of her room, wearing a short while skirt and a pink top.
"Okay, I'm ready. Hi Maggie!"

Maggie shook Jo's hand. "Hi Jo."

"You must be Tammy, right?"

"Yes."

"Goodness, Hilary was right, you *are* beautiful!"

Now it was Tammy's turn to blush.

"I was just giving them the nickel tour," Andi told Jo.

"Did you tell them about the sheets and the toys?" Jo asked.

"Yup."

"How about the wine and stuff?"

"I was just getting to that."

"There's a half-bottle or so of white wine in the fridge if you want
some, so help yourselves," Jo told them.

"But not too much--you're still under age, after all," Andi
admonished. "And for God's sake if you drink be sure to eat
something too--cheese and crackers or something--you'll be nervous
enough as it is and you don't need to be throwing up or passing out
or anything, that'll surely ruin the mood."

"We've got book club at the library until nine," Jo said. "And then
we'll either go over to Charity's after or to the Java Joint to hang
out. Either way we'll almost certainly be out until midnight, so you
two should have plenty of time to relax and enjoy yourselves."

Tammy put her arm around Maggie's waist. "Oh, we plan on it!"

"Hey, look at the time," Andi said, looking at her watch. "We're
going to be late if we don't get going."

"Yeah, yeah, okay," Jo said, heading towards the door. "If you need
to get a hold of us, we've each got our cells with us--I'm speed
dial '1' and Andi is '2.'"

Andi grabbed her purse and went to leave with Jo. "Jesus, Jo, you
sound like they're sitting our baby or something."

Jo ignored her. "You've got your keys with you, right?"

"Yes, they're in my purse." Andi looked back and gave Maggie and
Tammy a little wave. "Bye, girls!"

"Bye," Maggie and Tammy said together.

"Have fun!" Jo told them as the door closed.

And just like that, Maggie and Tammy were finally alone together.

"So..." Maggie said.

"Yeah. So." Tammy replied. They stood in the living room, facing
each other and holding hands.

Maggie's heart was pounding in her chest. "Are you nervous?" she
asked Tammy.

"A little bit," Tammy admitted.

"I'm a lot nervous."

"I kind of figured you were."

"You've done this before, right?"

"A few times, yeah." Tammy said. "With Nan, my girlfriend back in
Texas."

"Did you love her?"

"I thought I did at the time. There weren't exactly a lot of girls
to choose from--there weren't hardly girls who were into other girls
in my high school, at least ones who would admit it. It wasn't like
around here, where most people treat it as normal. So when we both
figured out that we were the same way, we just kind of hooked up,
you know."

"So what happened?"

"Her Mom got off early from work one afternoon and came home to find
us going at it naked on top of Nan's bed. Her parents freaked out
and ended up sending her off to boarding school."

"That's pretty harsh!"

"Yeah, but the great irony was that there ended up being this whole
lesbian subculture at the school, and Nan ended up getting tons more
action there than she ever would have in our little hick town!"

Maggie laughed. "Is it selfish for me to say that I'm glad that you
left your 'little hick town' and moved up here?"

"Not at all. I'm glad that I did too." Tammy pulled Maggie close to
her and they kissed. Softly at first, then more hungrily. They had
kissed each other a lot over the past few weeks, but now, with their
evening's plans finally coming to fruition, their kissing took on a
new urgency.

Maggie was wearing the long flowery skirt that Tammy had picked out
for her back on their first date. It tied at the side, and when they
parted their lips Tammy pulled on the bow to untie it, letting it
fall to the floor. Tammy placed her hand between Maggie's thighs and
began to rub her softly through her cotton panties.

It felt good.

"You're very pretty," Tammy told Maggie, looking in her eyes.

"I love you," Maggie told her.

"I love you too."

They kissed again as Tammy continued to stroke Maggie. "Do you want
to go to the bedroom now?" she asked.

"Yes," Maggie said. "I want it more than anything I've ever wanted."

"Then let's go!"

Tammy took Maggie's hand and led her to the bedroom. The room was
done in a dusty rose and cream color scheme: a wallpaper border
halfway up the wall, the dresser and other furnishings painted cream
with rose trim, the bedspread, chair fabric and curtains all
coordinated. Tammy pulled down the bedspread and lifted Maggie up to
sit on the edge of the bed.

Tammy was wearing an outfit similar to the one she had worn on their
first date, but with a tight maroon blouse instead of the halter
top. She stood a few steps away from the bed and unbuttoned her
blouse, pulling it open to reveal a lacy black bra. She slid off her
black jeans, revealing matching black lace panties.

Clad only in her underwear, Tammy sat on the bed next to Maggie. She
was smiling a big, sexy smile as she pulled Maggie's shirt off.

"What do we do?" Maggie asked, unsure of how these things typically
proceeded.

"Just relax." Tammy leaned in and began to kiss and nuzzle Maggie's
bare neck. Maggie felt an erotic shiver as Tammy's lips moved up her
neck to her ear, where Tammy began to nibble on Maggie's earlobe.

Tammy's hand found its way again between Maggie's thighs and started
to rub--not gently, but not too hard either, it was just about right
and felt oh so good.

Tammy slid her hand down inside Maggie's panties from the top. She
rubbed her middle finger along Maggie's slit, and then slowly pushed
it inside her.

"Ooo!" Maggie gasped.

"Did that hurt?"

"No..."

"How about this?" Tammy began to slowly move her finger in and out
of Maggie.

Maggie just moaned with pleasure, unable to say anything
intelligible.

"Good. I like to make you feel good." As Tammy continued to finger
her, Maggie felt herself get wetter and wetter.

After a short while, Tammy pulled her hand out. She reached behind
her back and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside. Tammy's breasts
were small b-cups, sagging not a bit, capped with hard, dark
nipples. Tammy took Maggie's hand and lifted it to her right breast.
Maggie began to gently squeeze and rub. She squeezed Tammy's nipple,
causing her to moan softly. "That's good," Tammy said, so Maggie
squeezed again. "Suck it." Maggie leaned her head down to place her
mouth at Tammy's breast. She looked up at Tammy, who nodded yes, so
Maggie flicked her tongue across Tammy's nipple, then took it
between her lips.

"You're really good at that, babe," Tammy said after Maggie had
pulled away.

"Really?"

"Oh yeah."

"I was worried."

"Worried? About what?"

"About if I'd be able to make you feel good."

"Just being with you makes me feel good. Your touch, your smile, the
twinkle in your eye--that's the hard part. The sex, you'll see,
it'll just come easy." She gave Maggie a kiss, then reached behind
Maggie's back and unhooked her bra, tossing it over the side of the
bed. She ran her index finer softly across Maggie's chest. "I like
your freckles," she said. "They're very cute." She leaned in and
placed her tongue right in the center of Maggie's chest, then licked
over to Maggie's left breast where she traced little circles around
Maggie's nipple, then to the other for the same treatment.

Soon they were kissing again, both on their knees with their bare
breasts pressed together. Tammy put her hand back down into Maggie's
panties, rubbing her again.

"These panties of yours have got to go," Tammy told Maggie. "They're
in the way." They paused in their making out long enough for Maggie
to take off her panties, then they resumed their kissing and
touching.

"Lie back," Tammy said, gently pushing Maggie down on the mattress.

"Huh? Why?"

"I'm going to lick you." And she did. Tammy put her face down
between Maggie's thighs and began to lick, pressing her tongue right
on Maggie's sweet spot.

"Oh... My... God!" It was pure heaven. A feeling of warmth came over
Maggie, engulfing her. It was the best that she had ever felt--until
just a few minutes later, when Tammy's continued licking caused the
sensation to wash over her all over again. It was a wave of ecstasy,
engulfing her, covering her completely.

After Tammy stopped her licking, Maggie began to relax. The waves of
passion were replaced by a gentle calm, like the tide rolling back
from the shore. When she had finally settled down, Maggie found
herself feeling happy and a little giddy.

"That was so amazing!" Maggie told her lover, sitting up.

"I figured you'd like that."

"Like it? I *loved* it. And I love you."

"I love you too, babe."

"Can I?"

"Can you what?"

"You know... To you..."

"Oh please do." Tammy pulled off her panties and spread her legs. It
was the first good look that Maggie had at Tammy's bare sex. Tammy
was shaved back to a bikini cut, with just a small amount of dark
brown downy hair, and she was slightly red and swollen with arousal.
She smelled sweaty and somewhat bitter but also sweet. She tasted
the same as Maggie began her first hesitant licks.

"Don't be shy, my love," Tammy encouraged her. Maggie continued to
lick Tammy, trying to remember what Tammy had done to her and doing
the same. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right, but the way
that Tammy was moaning she figured that she was doing good enough.

When Tammy began bucking her hips, Maggie started to pull her face
away, but Tammy placed her hands on Maggie's head. "God no, don't
stop now!" Tammy insisted; so Maggie didn't, and continued to lick
until until Tammy calmed back down.

"That was wonderful," Tammy gasped.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Come up here." 

Maggie crawled up next to Tammy on the bed, lying aside her. They
kissed, long and lingering, then kissed again. 

Tammy ran her fingers gently through Maggie's short hair. "I'm so
glad I could share this with you."

"Thank you," was all that Maggie could think to say. They lay silent
for several minutes, enjoying the closeness and warmth of each
other.

During the course of their lovemaking, the sun had gone down
outside, leaving the bedroom nearly dark. Tammy reached over and
turned on the light on the nightstand. Unprepared, Maggie blinked
her eyes, adjusting to the sudden brightness. When her eyes
readjusted, she focused in on Tammy, naked and beautiful, a few
strands of dark hair sticking to her sweaty forehead.

"Hey, what do you think Andi meant by 'toys in the nightstand?'"
Maggie asked, remembering what Andi had told them before they had
left.

"Let's find out." Tammy pulled open the drawer, reached in, and
pulled out a penis-shaped red jelly dildo. She held it by the base,
laughing as she flopped the top back and forth.

"I don't *think* so!" Maggie said, giggling.

"No?"

"No way!"

Tammy set the dildo aside and reached back into the drawer. "Let's
see what else is in here then..." She took out a small white
cylinder, about four inches long and less than an inch wide.

"What's that?" Maggie asked. 

Tammy held it upright and turned the base--a medium-pitch humming
sound emanated as it began to vibrate. Maggie laughed again.

"Do you want to try it?" Tammy asked.

"I don't know..."

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun! You'll see. Lie back and spread 'em!"

"Okay." Maggie leaned back, placing her head on a pillow so that she
could see what Tammy was doing. Tammy licked the end of the
vibrator, getting it wet, then placed it against Maggie's hard
little nub. "Oooo!" Maggie cried out. It felt as if a warm little
shock had moved right through her.

Tammy quickly pulled the vibrator back. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Again!"

Tammy pressed the vibrator back onto Maggie, holding it a bit longer
this time. "How does it feel?"

"It kind of tickles. Keep it up." 

Tammy kept it up, moving the vibrator around a bit, until Maggie
felt a warm, buzzing feeling of pleasure start to build, then
explode. It was different than what she had experienced from Tammy's
tongue: sharper, more direct.

"That looked like fun," Tammy remarked.

"It was. Wow." Maggie took the buzzing toy from Tammy's hand. "You
have to try it!" They switched places and Maggie applied the
vibrator to Tammy, keeping it up until Tammy came.

"That was pretty damn good," Tammy said as she sat up. "Not as good
as a tongue, but pretty close."

"So now what do we do?" Maggie asked.

"I dunno. This was pretty much all I had planned for the evening."

Maggie laughed. "It was enough." She gave Tammy a kiss. "We have
*got* to do this again. And often."

"Definitely."

"Umm..."

"What?"

"I have to pee," Maggie said, bashfully.

"So go pee!" Tammy gave Maggie's butt a playful slap. When Maggie
got off the bed, Tammy picked up the vibrator and handed it to
Maggie. "Here, put this in the sink while you're in there." Maggie
realized that the magic she had Tammy had shared was now over. She
knew that it had to end sometime, but was disappointed that reality
had intruded so soon.

When Maggie returned from the bathroom, she saw that Tammy had
stripped the sheets off of the bed and was putting them in the
washer. She walked back towards Maggie, stopping to give her a quick
kiss before heading into the bathroom herself.

Ten minutes later, they were both dressed and headed out to their
cars. "See you in class tomorrow, right?" Tammy asked.

"Right." They shared a kiss in the glow of the overhead lamps.

"Thank you," Maggie told Tammy. "That was the best night ever."

"It was my pleasure. I love you, you know."

"I love you too."

They lingered for a few more moments, then parted. Maggie got into
her car, then watched as Tammy climbed into her pickup. She waited
until Tammy had driven away before starting up her car and driving
home, full of the warmth and afterglow of the love that she and
Tammy had shared.

THE END

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