Date: Sat, 29 Jun 2019 10:15:36 -0400 From: Peyton Jones Subject: Taylor's Dream - Part 1 Taylor's Dream This story is the property of the co-authors and cannot be reproduced or distributed without specific consent of the authors. It is written for your enjoyment only. This story about the love between two women and is fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. Part one By Chrissy and Peyton Taylor had settled into her apartment to start her junior year at State College. She had previously graduated from Montgomery County Community College last year after having earned an athletic scholarship to play goalie on the women's soccer team at State College. At Montgomery she had led the nation in blocks and saves as goalie and was highly recruited by several major programs for her last two years of eligibility. She chose State College because it had a great music program which was her real passion. Soccer was just a way to pay for college as her dream was to be a song writer and performer traveling the country singing the songs she wrote. Her dad had died of cancer during her freshman year at Montgomery and she had promised him she would complete her education and graduate on time. When he died her mom was left without a means of income and had to find whatever employment she could find. This left Taylor relying on her soccer skills in order to pay for her college education. Taylor used the university housing department to match her with a roommate in an off campus apartment. She hoped their method for selecting matching roommates was better than the university's athletic department treatment of women sports. The university had an on campus apartment complex for athletes but it was all male except for the women's basketball program thus leaving her on her own to find housing. And it was obvious from what she could see right now all the funding for athletics went to the men's sports or women's basketball programs, leaving the other women's sports to just get by. After three weeks she knew the matching program left a lot to be desired. Her roommate while she was nice and sweet, seemed more interested in partying and bringing guys into the apartment. Taylor had to go to the library everyday to study or wear ear buds at night to deaden the noise. Today at the afternoon home football game, the women's soccer team was being introduced at midfield during halftime. They were allowed to wear regular shorts but they had to wear their home jersey. She was surprised at the ovation the team was given which showed her that there were soccer enthusiasts at this school but then the season had already begun and they had won all of their games thus far. As they were walking off the field in single file someone threw or kicked a football and Taylor looked up just in time to see the ball headed towards a cheerleader who was just completing a cheer in which she had been lifted off the ground by another cheerleader. Since the cheerleader had her back to the ball and to Taylor, she didn't see she was about to get hit. Taylor took two quick steps getting there in time to catch the ball thus preventing it from hitting the cheerleaders head. The cheerleader backing up after coming down on her feet bumped into Taylor and tumbled to the ground. Taylor put her hand out to help her up. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?" she said looking down at this cheerleader who looked like the fall had taken the wind out of her. Amy was in her junior year and loved cheerleading and all the fun things the cheerleaders were able to do to represent the university. She paid no attention when the soccer team was introduced. Instead, she and the other cheerleaders were doing flips, cartwheels, and cheers to keep the crowd entertained during half time. She was completely unaware they were walking off the field right behind her and unaware of the ball heading her way. All she felt was a big bump as she took a few steps backwards and then she was on the ground gasping for air. Someone held out a hand to help her up but this person was also apologizing for knocking her down. She wasn't happy with that and let it be known to the person who was offering to help her up. "What the hell? Can't you see we're doing cheers? You should play catch somewhere else so no one gets hurt," she admonished Taylor and refused her hand getting up on her own. Taylor while surprised at the cheerleaders' reaction thinking to herself, "another college snob, who thought because she was pretty and because she was a cheerleader, she was somehow better than the rest of us." She turned dropping the football on the ground and walked away muttering, "whatever." Taylor wondered if she should have selected another university to attend. If she could just get through two more years, she would be done and glad to get on the road doing what she wanted to do which was singing and playing her music. Another cheerleader, Carolyn, who happened to be Amy's roommate, came over to check on Amy as she saw her tumble and knew it was a hard fall. As she was making sure Amy was okay she told her, "You were lucky that girl was there or it could have been worse. " "What the hell are you talking about? Amy defiantly asked. "Didn't you see that bitch step in my way and knock me down? They shouldn't be over here playing catch anyway!" Carolyn tried to calm Amy. "Yes, she did but it was an accident as she was actually trying to keep the football from hitting you in the head. She stepped in catching it before it hit you. She didn't mean to knock you over. It was just the momentum from you backing up that caused you to fall. And she wasn't playing catch. That ball came from someone else way over there. That girl had nothing to do with whoever was throwing or kicking it." Amy now felt bad for the way she reacted as it wasn't in her nature to be acting like the bitch she seemed. "Oh I didn't know. I thought they were playing catch too close to the sidelines. Do you know who she was as I should apologize to her?" "She was part of the soccer team. I think she is the new goalie that I have heard people talking about. She is supposed to be one of the best in the country and by coming here the school is hoping its women's soccer team will finally have a good team. You obviously didn't hear them announce that they were undefeated so far and had only allowed one goal in five games?" "No, I wasn't paying attention when they were announced on the field. Maybe I should have been." Amy looked around and couldn't see Taylor for the crowd. She felt bad but figured she would get over it. On Monday after Amy had finished her last class and cheer practice, she was walking back to her apartment. She knew the soccer fields were close by and not far out of her way. She thought she would walk past them to see if that girl was there so she could apologize to her. On the field, the soccer team was just completing practice. Taylor was at the net fielding kicks by some of the other players. Amy noticed her right away as she walked along the sidelines to the bleachers. Taylor stood about five foot eight with short dirty blonde hair. Amy watched her time and time again catch or knock the soccer ball away from the net. Out of maybe fifty shots she had only let one ball get by her. Amy was amazed at Taylor's build. She was not fat but stocky and at the same time Amy thought she was pretty and feminine with very muscular but pretty legs. Amy watched until the girls finished drills and as Taylor walked off the field Amy caught up to her. "Excuse me," Amy said since she didn't know Taylor's name. Taylor kept walking either ignoring her or not hearing Amy until Amy noticed she had ear buds in her ears. Amy touched Taylor on the back as she walked up to her to get her attention. Taylor stopped, turning around to see who was trying to get her attention. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you but I would like to talk to you if you have a moment," Amy said. Taylor wasn't sure but she thought she recognized Amy. She took her ear buds out and stood there with sweat dripping off her face. "Can I help you?" She asked Amy. "I don't know if you remember me but I was the cheerleader who you saved from getting hit in the head at the game Saturday." Taylor then remembered and thought Amy was there to give her a hard time for knocking her over. "Yeah I remember. I'm sorry I knocked you over. I hope you didn't get hurt. It was my fault and I am sorry." Taylor then turned to walk away hoping to avoid any confrontation. "Actually I should be the one apologizing to you," Amy told Taylor moving in front of her to prevent Taylor from leaving without hearing her apology. "I didn't realize you were keeping the ball from hitting me. I thought you were playing catch on the sidelines. It was my fault for backing up without looking to see if someone was standing behind me. I'm really sorry I was rude to you. That's not who I am. I tried to find you after a friend told me what you did but you had already left the field. Can I make it up to you? Maybe buy you a soft drink at the student center?" "No it's perfectly alright. I appreciate you coming out here to apologize. No hard feelings," Taylor told Amy and turned again to walk away. "I don't think you really mean that. Apparently my actions caused you to not like me and I would like a chance to change your mind. I am sincere in my apology and I hope we can talk so you really don't have hard feelings that I think you have. I tell you what, I get through with cheer tomorrow afternoon at four and if you get through at the same time I'll be in the student center at the food plaza. If you don't show up I'll take it you don't want to talk to me. I hope to see you tomorrow." With that Amy turned around and walked back to her apartment. Taylor walked into the soccer clubhouse to take her shower and go back to her apartment. She thought about what Amy had said to her and she was right. She was the one being rude now and she should have accepted the apology with more grace. The next day Amy was sitting in the food court at the student center waiting to see if Taylor would show up. It was already fifteen minutes past time when she told her to meet her and she felt like Taylor was going to be a no show. She thought to herself, "well, I tried. If she can't forgive me I can't worry about it." She looked at her phone again to see the time and decided she wasn't going to wait anymore. She was about to stand up when Taylor walked over breathing hard as if she had been running. "Sorry I'm late. Practice ran over and I lost track of time," she panted as she told Amy. "That's okay. Let me get you something to drink. You look like you can use it," Amy told her and got up. "Just water is all I need. No soda," Taylor replied. Amy immediately went to get Taylor a bottle of water and returned placing it in front of Taylor. "By the way my name is Amy Willows. I'm the stupid bitch who owes you an apology for what happened on Saturday. I'm really not a bitch. I don't know why I said what I said to you. I think I was just having a bad day. I was raised better than that and if my mom had seen the way I reacted she would have taken a switch to my back side," Amy said extending her hand for Taylor to shake. "Nice to meet you Amy Willows," Taylor said chuckling a bit. "Your mom sounds like my kind of mom. I'm Taylor Jackson and I don't think you are a bitch. I'll wait until I get to know more about you before I make that decision," Taylor said with a sly grin shaking Amy's hand. Amy felt the tension ease and she giggled as she talked, "So, you are a great goalie, a good catch and a comedian too? Nice to meet you, I think, Taylor Jackson," she said. "Actually I want to be a singer and song writer but stand up may be more financially attractive if I fail at the other," Taylor continued with the humor. "Somehow I think you will be successful at whatever you try. It is a strange combination though that you are here playing soccer and yet your goal is to compose and perform music. Care to explain?" "It's a long story that I'm not sure you really want to hear but soccer is just a means to pay my way through school so I can honor my father's request to get a degree. What I really want is to perform." "I'm sorry, I take it your father is no longer alive?" "No he died my freshman year of cancer. He made me promise him I would graduate from college on time with a degree. My mom is unable to pay my expenses so I play on scholarship so I can get my degree." "Well I think that is very admirable that you are honoring your father. I applaud your determination not to let him down. Where did you go to school before here? Aren't you a junior?" "Yes, I went to Montgomery CC prior to getting a scholarship here. Before that I played at Doverton High in Doverton." "I'm sure he is very proud of you." I'm a junior too, majoring in nursing." "That's a good career choice. What area do you want to practice when you graduate? "Critical care is my goal but I'm open to other areas if I find I like them better." "Do you plan on staying here or go someplace else once you graduate?" "I'll probably go back home to Millington where I grew up." "I'm sure you will do great and have no problem finding a job with the constant need for nurses," Taylor told Amy. "Listen I would like to chat more with you but I have a meeting at the music department I have to attend. We are planning an open house for the university and I'm on the planning committee. I just wanted to come and tell you I was sorry for not accepting your apology the other day. I guess it was my turn to be rude and I thought I better apologize before my mom took a switch to me too." Amy was sorry this conversation was ending too soon as she was beginning to like Taylor but she understood. "I accept your apology and I don't think you were being rude at all. I would like to get together again sometime so we can continue our conversation if you are interested?" "I would like that too. If you are not busy on Friday night we could go to Barney's on Main Street," Taylor asked Amy. "Sounds like you are asking me out on a date?" Amy asked. "If you want it to be one then yes, on a date," Taylor said now thinking that Amy might not be as straight as she first thought she was. "Here's my address and cell number. Pick me up at eight and you have a date," Amy told Taylor as she wrote her name, phone number and address on a piece of paper handing it to Taylor. Amy then got up to leave. Taylor looked at the paper that had Amy's address and phone number and thought how glad she was now she had decided at the last minute to meet with Amy. Friday night came around and Taylor was very excited. She was on her way to pick up Amy. She intended it to be a continuation of their conversation but Amy was treating it like a date to which Taylor thought had real promise. Taylor knocked on the door of the apartment number that Amy gave her. It only took a couple of seconds and a girl answered the door. "Are you Taylor?" the girl asked looking up and down at Taylor as if inspecting her. "Uh, yeah, is this Amy Willows apartment?" "Yes, she is finishing getting ready. Come on in." Taylor entered the apartment which seemed to be the normal two bedroom apartment like most of the apartments in this area that catered to college students. She stood just inside the door feeling a little nervous and not knowing whether she should stand or should she sit. Amy walked out of her bedroom a few minutes later seeing Taylor and smiled. Taylor stood there and hoped Amy didn't see her jaw drop when she saw her come out of her bedroom. Amy obviously was taking this date seriously. She was wearing shredded jeans, a low cut wrap around tan blouse and tan laced up heels. Taylor was more casual wearing faded jeans, a polo shirt with their college logo and soccer monogrammed under the logo, and open toed flat sandals. At five foot eight inches she was still taller than Amy who stood at five foot five inches. "Hey," Amy said. "Sorry I was running a little behind schedule but I'm ready now." "No problem," Taylor said. They walked the five blocks from Amy's apartment to Barney's a local hangout for college students. Since it was primarily a restaurant and game room, underage students were allowed inside. They found a table and sat between the bar and the dance floor. "How was your meeting you went to the other day?" Amy asked. "It was good," Taylor replied. "You said the music department is planning an open house? What's that all about?" "Unlike sports, which gets all the glory and money, the music department wants to show the administration and student body what we do and hope we can get more recognition in the way of funding from the administrators. We are planning for two weeks from tomorrow to put on a show where students will showcase their talents. Some will sing, some will play various instruments and some will do both," Taylor explained to Amy. "What are you going to do?" Amy asked. "A little of everything. I'll sing and play some and accompany some others on their songs. I also help run the sound and light system." "What type of music and instruments do you play?" Amy asked. "I sing country and play guitar, banjo and piano." I accompany on piano or banjo. The songs I'll sing I wrote which is what I like to do." "You write country songs?" "Yes, I like to sing what I write instead of doing covers," Taylor explained to Amy. "Wow, I never expected you to be a country singer let alone to write songs too. You look more like an athlete than a singer." "I didn't know you had to look like a country singer to be one," Taylor said a little peeved at Amy's inference. "Just what does a country singer look like?" "Oh I'm sorry," Amy said as she put her hand on Taylor's hand on the table. "I didn't mean to infer anything it's just you have an athletic build. You are solid and toned and I didn't see that side of you, that's all." "You mean I should be wearing boots and a cowboy hat to be a country singer and writer?" Taylor asked now a little more irritated. "No, No, I mean you are on scholarship for sports and I just didn't see you majoring in music. It wasn't meant to be insulting. I mean you are built like an athlete and I would have imagined you majoring in some type of sports related field. Most music majors are for lack of a better word, are dorky, and you are not what I expect of someone majoring in music. I feel like I opened my mouth and inserted my foot again. I'm really not trying to being prejudiced." "Amy, Do you always stereotype people by their major or the way they look? You don't have to look a stereotype to major in music. It's where your passion lies. Mine is composing and singing country music. That's why I'm majoring in music. Soccer I love but beyond college I do not want to play competitively. All girls who look like athletes aren't athletes. They are just physically fit," Taylor said now visibly upset. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to categorize you or anyone else. Around here it is just too easy to know what someone does by the way they look. You are the exception. I mean look at those girls over there. I bet you they are sorority snobs by their looks. I don't know what their major is but I bet none of them are majoring in engineering, physics, or pre med. Around here girls with long blonde hair, cute butts and nice tits are usually in a sorority and they all act alike," Amy tried to explain to Taylor not realizing she was just digging herself into a bigger hole. "Amy, look at yourself. You are very pretty, have a great butt and toned body from your cheerleading activities and you have great tits but I don't think of you as a sorority snob. Maybe now a cheerleading snob," Taylor said but with a smile on her face. "I don't care much for labels or categories. We are not all circles, squares and triangles to fit in an appropriate hole in the box. Rather we are like crossword puzzle pieces where we are all different sizes and shapes but without all of us together there would be no complete picture," Taylor finished saying. "I agree with you, and I didn't mean to sound like I was stereotyping people. I'm not that shallow and I'm sorry if I sounded like I was. I think it's great you are doing something you want to do and have a passion for," Amy explained and paused, "Do you really think I'm pretty and have a great butt and tits?" Taylor blushed a little because she knew she had put herself in a corner, "Yes I do but I didn't mean that in a sexual way. I wasn't trying to come on to you. I was using you as an example of someone who looks one way but is entirely different inside. Yes, you cheer and that sort of fits the stereotype but you are studying to be a nurse and a critical care nurse at that which doesn't fit the mold you suggested. Plus I can see you have a heart and are caring so I don't think of you as a square, round peg or triangle. You are a part of the puzzle and fit right where you are supposed to fit and no where else." "Thank you Taylor. I'm happy you see me differently than my mouth seems to be telling you tonight. I don't know why I seem so nervous and can't control my mouth," Amy said then smiled at Taylor and paused before continuing. "What are your plans after college with a degree in music?" "I plan on traveling and performing in different venues writing and singing my songs," Taylor said now more relaxed. "You don't want to settle down to one place and have a family?" Amy inquired. "Eventually I would like to have a place to call home. In this industry though travel is a big part of it and you have to stay on the road to become someone." "Do you think you will ever get tired of traveling?" "Maybe, but as long as I'm happy singing and writing I won't mind it," Taylor said with a distance look in her eye. She then decided to change the subject and asked Amy, "Was that your roommate at your apartment?" "Yes, that's Carolyn, she's a cheerleader too. That's how I got to room with her. After my freshman year, I needed to find a roommate and she needed one too so we decided to room together. She's a senior and graduates at the end of this year so I'll need to find a new roommate for my final year," Amy told her. "I need to find a new roommate now. I went through the housing departments matching program when I got here and found out they don't match compatibles but opposites," Taylor explained. "Is she that bad?" "She's the roommate from hell. She's nice and all that but she's more interested in partying and having her friends over. She plays her music loud and I have to go to the library to study all the time." "That's horrible. Maybe we should room together. I'm not much of a party person and if I listen to music I have my headphones on so I don't bother my roommate." They continued to talk and learn about each other over the course of the evening. They played a few of the video games also dancing a few songs on the dance floor and having a great time together. They seemed to have gotten past the stereotyping drama from the beginning of their date. Later that night they headed back towards Amy's apartment. Once they got to Amy's place, Amy asked Taylor where she lived. "I live at Main Street Apartments. It's about a seven block walk from here," Taylor explained to Amy. "You weren't planning on walking alone were you?" She asked Taylor. "Yeah, why?" Taylor responded not thinking anything of walking seven blocks. "No, let me get my car keys and I'll drive you. It's not safe for you to walk that far this late at night alone," Amy told Taylor. "It's not a problem, I don't want to put you out. I asked you out not the other way around," Taylor said with a smile making fun of the date issue. "Yes you did ask me out and I'm glad you did. It has been a really nice date. But you're still not walking back alone. It's not safe. Come on let's get my keys and I'll drive you. That way when I ask you out I'll know where to come to pick you up," Amy said smiling back. "Oh, so you think we are going to do this again do you?" Taylor asked smiling and giggling a little. "I hope so. I had a good time and enjoyed talking with you. I don't see why a cheerleader snob and a music dork can't see each other again," Amy said making fun of the earlier conversation. Taylor followed Amy up to her apt to get her keys and then to her car. She gave her directions to her apt and Amy drove the short distance to get there. "Thank you for driving me. I had a great time tonight," Taylor said as she was opening the door to get out. "Wait," Amy said as Taylor had started to get out. "I know this was unconventional with first you walking me home then I drove you home. Normally on a date if it goes well, and I believe this date did go well, I expect at least to get a hug for having a nice time on our date?" "Yes it was a great date and I'm glad you thought so too," Taylor said as she leaned back over giving a hug to Amy. The hug lasted slightly more than Taylor had anticipated but she was enjoying it. She broke the hug looking at Amy for a second, "I hope we can go out again soon? I really did have a good time." "I hope so too," Amy said and watched Taylor get out and walk into her apartment building. That night as Taylor lay in bed, she was thinking how she really did have a good time and everything she sensed about Amy was promising. She didn't appear to be as straight as she thought the first time she met her. She also thought Amy didn't seem to mind it being just the two of them going out. The next two weeks went by with Taylor staying busy with soccer and in preparation for the music open house. Two days before the open house, she received a text from Amy. "I know you've been busy preparing for Saturday' open house. That's why I haven't bothered you since our date. I plan on coming to the open house to see you perform if you don't mind." Upon reading Amy's text Taylor felt a rush go through her. She was actually hoping Amy would come, and she was excited she would get to perform in front of her. "I would like that. I'll put a reserved sign on a seat with your name on it. Give your name to the usher on the main floor and they'll escort you to your seat. See you then," Taylor texted back. Saturday came and people were filing in. If they half filled the auditorium the music department would be happy as they didn't expect a large crowd. Amy arrived and made her way to the floor of the auditorium. She was met by an usher who asked her name then checked his seating chart. Amy was then escorted to her seat finding she was sitting in the third row right in the middle of the row. She had a perfect view of the stage and anyone who would be performing. The program started with some students singing various types of music accompanied by other students playing instruments. Amy saw Taylor play the piano for some of the singers then she played her guitar for another. On another song she and another student played banjos together. About half way through the program the emcee announced that this year they had a real treat for everyone as the next performer wrote all the songs she would sing and she was also the starting goalie on the undefeated ladies soccer team. Taylor came out to the applause and took a seat on a stool where her banjo sat on a tripod. She carried with her a guitar as she sat down. She asked everyone if they were enjoying the evening and then told a story about the song she was going to sing and why she wrote it. Amy was really impressed hearing Taylor sing but even more so because she wrote the song and it had a meaning in her life. She played four songs and one with the banjo entertaining the audience with her wit and stories about each song. Amy noticed Taylor had a way drawing the audience in with her almost at home around the fireplace approach to singing and talking to the audience. The last song she sang was a tribute to her father who had passed away her freshman year. It brought tears to Amy's eyes as she listened to the passion Taylor had in her voice. Taylor received a standing ovation including Amy who was standing and clapping with a big smile on her face. After the program ended, Amy texted Taylor to ask when she would be coming out from the auditorium. Taylor texted back saying she was just finishing up and asked where she could meet her. They met outside the main entrance and Amy quickly walked up to Taylor. "You were fabulous," Amy said as she hugged Taylor. "Thank you. Did you enjoy the whole program?" "Yes, it was really good. I had a great time but the highlight was hearing you. You are really good and I loved your songs. Oh and thank you for the seat. I had a perfect view." "I'm glad you enjoyed it and you're very welcome," Taylor responded. "I'm starving and need to get something to drink and eat. Would you like to go with me?" asked Amy. "That sounds great, I'm starving too. Did you walk or drive," Taylor asked. "I walked but we can stop someplace on our way back to our apartments," Amy said. "I drove. Let's take my car and go someplace away from campus. I'm tired of the same places all the time'" Taylor said. "Good idea and I know the perfect place. I'll navigate and you drive," Amy said. Taylor walked Amy to her car and Amy gave Taylor directions to a mom and pop diner that served good home cooking. They sat and chatted eating their food. As they drove back Amy asked Taylor If she wanted to come up and watch some television or talk. They sat on the sofa and Amy gave the remote to Taylor telling her the movie channels and to find them a movie while she got them something to drink. They watched for a little while before Taylor knew she wanted to be closer to Amy but she still didn't know if Amy was just being friendly or if she was showing more than a friendship interest in her. "Can I ask you something really personal?" "Sure what's on your mind?" Amy said. "Do you have a boyfriend?" "Not at the moment. I had one but we broke up at the beginning of this semester. He was nice and all that but it just wasn't what I wanted." "And what is it you want?" Taylor asked. "I don't really know. I haven't figured that out yet. I'm not ready to be tied down with college and all," Amy told Taylor. Taylor sat looking at Amy then turned her head back to the television still not sure if this was going anywhere. Amy had just told her she dated guys and that pretty much extinguished the feelings Taylor had for Amy. She sensed Amy's eyes on her and she turned back around to look at Amy. "I'm bi if that is what you are trying to ask. Yes, I'm a cheerleader and you didn't expect that a stereotype cheerleader could be bi. You would be surprised what we do when we travel for games," Amy said then smirked and giggled a little bit. "I've had some experience with other girls. I'm not sure if that is what I want. All I know is I haven't found it yet." Taylor hearing that felt better but she knew dating a person who was bi usually didn't work out as they would most likely end up with a guy and use their bisexuality to have flings with girls on the side. That was not Taylor but she really liked Amy and figured a few good times with her might be what she needed. She leaned over and kissed Amy lightly on the lips who responded with a coo and placed her hands on Taylor's shoulders. Taylor broke the kiss and looked Amy in the eyes seeing what she wanted to see to take this a step farther. She leaned back in and kissed Amy this time with more passion letting her tongue part Amy's lips. They kissed and edged closer together wrapping their arms around each other. As the kissing became more intense, Amy broke the kiss getting up from the sofa and turning off the television. She took Taylor's hand and pulled her up then led her towards her bedroom turning off the lights as she went. Once inside her bedroom, she closed the door and turned on a nightlight by her bed. Still holding Taylor's hand she stood next to her wrapping her arms around her shoulders and lifting up on her toes kissing Taylor again. "Is this ok? I'm not going too fast, am I?" She then asked Taylor. "Amy, from the first day I met you I wondered if there would ever be a time like right now. No you are not going too fast. It's the perfect time." She then kissed Amy again and pulled her in tight hugging her. Taylor kept scooting Amy back until the back of Amy's legs hit the bed then she pushed a little harder until Amy fell back onto the bed. Taylor leaned over her placing her hands on the bed on each side of Amy. "How did you know I was into girls?" "I had you stereotyped from the first day I saw you," Amy said then smiled and laughed. She continued, "I didn't know for sure until you kissed me but I was hoping and took a chance," Amy told Taylor. "If you hadn't been into girls you would have reacted differently when I told you I was bi." "And if I wasn't?" "We wouldn't be in my bedroom lying on my bed about to make love. It was a chance I took and it's not too late to change your mind." Taylor just smiled down at Amy lowering her head kissing her on the lips. They continued kissing until Amy reached down pulling Taylor's shirt up. Taylor with her hands still on the bed supporting her weight over Amy, pushed up and pulled her shirt completely off tossing it to the floor. She reached behind her back unclasping her bra tossing it to the floor too. She smiled down at Amy who was smiling up at her and leaned back down kissing Amy's awaiting lips. Taylor felt Amy's hands around her bare back and the feeling of those pretty hands and manicured nails running along her back was intoxicating. She felt Amy's hands move off to her side around between them and cup each of her breasts. She moaned from Amy's touch as it had been several months since she had someone touch her there and this beautiful girl beneath her was now the one who was turning her on. Her nipples hardened like two pencil erasers on her small b sized breasts. Taylor put her hands under Amy's armpits and pushed up. Amy knew what Taylor wanted and crawled on her back further up on the bed. Taylor sat up and moved onto the bed still overtop of Amy taking her hands and placing them on Amy's exposed lower abdomen. As she moved her hands up Amy's stomach to her lower ribs, Amy crossed her arms grabbing the bottom of her shirt pulling it over her head. She then arched up unclasping her bra taking it off too. Taylor hands kept inching their way up Amy's ribs until they were just below where Amy's breasts started. "Those aren't just nice tits," Taylor said to Amy with smirk and a smile. "They are beautiful." Amy smiled back and placed her hands on Taylor's hands and bringing them up so they were now cupping each of her breasts. She squeezed Taylor's hands which in turn Taylor squeezed each of Amy's breasts. Taylor could feel Amy's nipples harden to the touch in her palms and she moved her hands so she could take each nipple between her thumbs and index fingers slightly pulling and twirling Amy's nipples. Amy moaned at Taylor's touch and closed her eyes. Taylor leaned down and kissed first Amy's left then her right nipple. She took the right one in her mouth and sucked on her breast using her tongue to swirl around the nipple. Amy arched her back up pushing her breast into Taylor's mouth. Taylor alternated kissing and sucking each breast enjoying the sweet taste of Amy's skin and hearing her moan in delight to her touch. She moved her right hand letting it gently crawl down Amy's side until it reached the waist of Amy's jeans. She drew it across her lower abdomen until it reached the button and zipper of Amy's jeans unbuttoning then unzipping them. Amy offered no resistance while her hands were caressing Taylor's back and occasionally cupping Taylor's breast. Once Taylor had Amy's jeans unzipped she pushed her hand inside and under Amy's panties across Amy's mound. A gasp of delight came from Amy and she dug her fingers into Taylor's back from the erotic sensation. Taylor's fingers made their way across Amy's mound and down between her legs feeling the heat and moisture coming from Amy. Once her fingers were over Amy's pussy, she cupped her hand allowing her fingers to touch Amy for the first of what she hoped were many more times. Amy let out an, "ooh," and her head pushed back into the bed as she arched her body to Taylor's touch. Taylor's fingers penetrated Amy's wet pussy with her outer lips already opened from being so aroused. Taylor easily slid two fingers inside Amy and twisted them once they were inside. She looked up at Amy who was now looking back at her and the gleam in both of their eyes was all that needed to be said. Taylor moved up kissing Amy who now was pulling Taylor by the back into her and kissing her with passion. They continued to kiss and moan as Taylor's finger were working their magic moving in and out of Amy. The sound of Taylor's fingers moving in and out of Amy's extremely wet pussy could be heard over their moaning, kissing and over Amy's jeans which she still had on. "Stop, stop," Amy whispered and pushed Taylor up slightly. Immediately Taylor withdrew her fingers and sat up over Amy. Her fears were that Amy was having second thoughts and she was going to tell her to leave when Amy took her hands down to her waist and began to push her jeans down past her waist. Taylor then realized what Amy was doing and lifted up to help Amy remove her jeans and panties. Before she resumed what she was doing Amy sensually whispered to her, "take yours off too." Once they were both naked, Taylor moved up beside Amy taking her in her arms and kissing her as Amy wrapped her arms and one leg around Taylor. They continued to kiss and caress each other until Taylor was ready to taste this beautiful girl she had admired for weeks but never really thought she would ever get this far with. She knew she wasn't in Amy's league. Amy was too beautiful and popular especially as a cheerleader and way more feminine than she was. All that didn't matter now because all she wanted was to taste and satisfy the girl she was laying naked with in bed. She moved down Amy's body kissing her way as she went. Once she got to her abdomen, she kissed and touched that flat toned and tanned belly seeing Amy was completely shaved except a small half inch wide and about an inch or more long of short hair above her mound. She touched it with her fingers and kissed the soft fluff of hair before moving lower and between Amy's legs. Once she was between Amy's legs, Amy opened her legs wider and brought her feet up so they were flat on the bed. Taylor used the palm of her hand to touch Amy's pussy, running it up and down using her thumb to rub over Amy's clit. Amy moaned and her hands grabbed the comforter on her bed. Taylor then removed her hand and lightly kissed Amy's mound then her clit, inhaling the sweet aroma that was filling her nostrils. She lowered her tongue and ran it up Amy's slit from the bottom to the top taking her time to savor the taste and the pleasure she was receiving from pleasing Amy. Once she reached the top she went back down this time a little quicker and with more force. She could feel Amy's pussy throbbing on her tongue. She moved faster sticking her tongue inside of Amy causing Amy to arch up and moan louder. She used her tongue to push in and out of Amy while she used her thumb to rub in a circled motion on Amy's clit. Amy's body was reacting and her breathing became more rapid and intense. Taylor could see her chest rise and fall and she tried to take in air. The sight of Amy's beautiful round tight breast with her hard nipples sticking out was fueling Taylor's lust. She continued licking and fucking Amy with her tongue. She loved the taste of Amy's pussy as it was just slightly tangy but the taste overall was a taste Taylor never imagined she would taste from someone. She couldn't get enough of Amy's juices. As she continued to lick she felt Amy was reaching her peak. She moved up taking Amy's clit in her mouth, sucking on it and twirling her tongue around the clit. This sent Amy over the edge and she came hard rotating her upper body back and forth clutching the comforter and moaning, "Yes, oh god, I'm cumming!" Taylor continued to lick and suck every bit of Amy's cum into her mouth savoring the flavor. As Amy's climax had calmed Taylor kissed her clit one last time crawling back up Amy's body kissing her as she went. She looked at Amy who had this blissful gleam in her eye and smiled at her as she brushed her hair from her forehead to behind her ear. "That was amazing, I don't think I have ever felt so alive or cum so hard as what you just did to me," She told Taylor as she reached up with her hand placing it on Taylor's jaw. "It was pretty amazing for me too," Taylor whispered back to Amy. "I've never tasted anyone who tasted as wonderful as you. I could do that all night and still not get enough." "Other than studying I have no plans for tomorrow so I wouldn't stop you other than to return the favor if you want to stay," Amy softly spoke to Taylor as she continued to rub her one hand on Taylor's jaw and cheek. Taylor took Amy's hand from her cheek and kissed her palm then lowered her head to Amy's kissing her lips. "I just want you, Amy, but I won't stop you if you want me too." As Taylor said this to Amy she felt Amy's other hand move down between her legs and touch her wet aroused pussy. She closed her eyes when Amy touched her and hunched her butt down to the feeling of Amy's fingers entering her. "Ugh," was all Taylor could moan as she was kissing Amy's Lips. Amy's finger worked their way in and out of Taylor. As Taylor reacted Amy would increase the pace she was using on Taylor. Taylor was already turned on by being with Amy and what she had already done to her. She knew it wouldn't take long for Amy to get her off by touching her as she was doing now. Her body reacted to Amy's fingers and she began a fast hunching of Amy's hand. The sound of Amy's fingers going in and out filled the quiet room. Taylor moaned and pushed her lips harder into Amy's lips. Amy's fingers kept pumping in and out of Taylor while the heel of her hand was grazing across Taylor's clit. Whenever Amy pushed harder on her clit it sent bolts of excitement through Taylor's body. It didn't take but a few minutes and Taylor could tell she was about to cum. She moaned into Amy's mouth telling her she was going to cum. Somehow Amy picked her pace up even more causing Taylor to peak almost immediately. She pushed her butt down forcing her whole pelvic area down on Amy's fingers gasping for air as she came on Amy's hand. After making love for an hour or more and bringing each other to two more intense orgasms, they settled in Amy's bed now under the covers and slept arm in arm until morning. The next morning Taylor awoke to see Amy lying next to her staring into her eyes. "Good morning," Amy said. "Mmm, how long have you been watching me?" Taylor asked Amy. "Long enough to know how beautiful it is to watch you sleep next to me," Amy responded then placed her hand on Taylors hair and let her fingers glide through it feeling how soft and silky it felt to her touch. Taylor smiled back and moved her head closer to Amy's touching her nose to Amy's nose then lightly kissing her lips. 'It would be very easy to get used to this," Taylor said softly to Amy. "Yes it would and I don't mind if it does," Amy replied smiling at Taylor still running her fingers through her hair. To be continued.... Hope you are enjoying our story. We welcome all comments positive or negative. 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