Meanwhile, at Lisa's (Mia's POV)

I don't know why I felt the way I did. But as Lisa and I talked we became closer. Sure we talked about Lukas for quite some time, but we also talked about music, movies, and some TV shows we liked. We found out we had a lot in common. She had a way of drawing me out of my shell that no one else had. I began to open up to her like a book. I even stayed for dinner when she asked me to. Her entire family was nice to me, especially her mom. She made sure I ate well because she thought I was too skinny. "Get some meat on those bones!" she said. "Fill out a little more and you'll be prettier than you are now." I couldn't help but smile at her. Another person who thought I was pretty. I felt adored. I felt my confidence level go up.

After dinner Lisa takes me back up to her room. She closes the door behind her and smiles at me. "You know, you really are pretty." She puts a finger under my chin and lifts up my face. "We have a lot in common. Almost like soulmates. My mom really likes you. I've never seen her take to anyone like she has you. I want to kiss you again. Is it all right with you?"

I can't deny how I felt at that moment. My heart raced and I felt a wetness between my legs. "Y-Yuh-Yes" I stammered.

That's when it happened. She takes me into her arms as I close my eyes. I feel her warm lips touch mine, and a tingling warmth that I'd never felt before spreads throughout my entire body. My knees become weak as her tongue penetrates my lips and finds its way inside my mouth. I return the favor as my tongue finds her mouth. We exchange saliva as our tongues intertwine. My body becomes hot, and I could feel the heat from hers as well.

Lisa pushes me backwards as we continue to kiss more passionately than before. We fall onto her bed, her on top of me. We can't help but giggle like the schoolgirls we are as we gaze into each other's eyes. "Mia, I want you", she says. "I want you like I've never wanted anyone else. Please tell me you want me too."

I couldn't deny the feelings I had any longer. I'd always been more attracted to girls than boys, though boys are supposed to be a normal thing for me. This was my darkest secret. That and I really liked to submit to others. That's why a part of me didn't really mind Anna's bullying, I guess. It was attention, and it played into my submissive desires. So what else does a submissive who likes girls better than boys like me do? We give in. "Yes!" I proclaim. "I want you too!"

Lisa stands up and begins to undress. I can't help but watch her every move as she peels off each layer, dropping her clothes on the floor in a pile at her feet. Once she is completely naked, I gaze at her. She's not all that fat. More Rubenesque than fat in my judgment. "You're beautiful," I tell her, and I really mean it. She's the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Yes, I've taken peeks at other girls in the locker room before and after gym class. But none compare to what I see before me now.

Lisa's face turns red with embarrassment. "You really think so?" she asks.

I shake my head in an affirmative manner. "Yes! I really think so!"

She moves back to the bed and undoes my jeans. She pulls them of and tosses them to the floor. Then comes my top. She gives the crotch of my unicorn panties a feel. "You're soaking wet," she says. "I have to be honest with you. I'm still a virgin. I've done a few things here and there, but no one has ever entered me."

"That's okay," I tell her. "I'm also a virgin."

"Then after tonight, neither of us will be virgins," she says with a smile. She pulls off my shoes and my panties and looks at my bald pussy. "Nice and smooth. Just the way I imagined you."

"I was hairy down there. I don't know what happened. My hair just fell out while I was showering." I confide in her.

"I like it like that. You have such a nice, soft, pouty labia." She touches me down there and I sigh with pleasure. "Keep it that way for me?"

"Anything for you!" I answer breathlessly. I want her to touch me more. I need her to touch me more. I want to lose my virginity to her. I want to lose myself to her, and only her. Her fingers part my labia in search of the petals of my slick, wet flower.

Suddenly, someone knocks at her door.