Everyone else is straight

We all shook our heads. Stephanie and Elizabeth admitted that they had both played around with each other’s bodies throughout puberty, but it had just been curiosity—neither of them were attracted to other women.

The rest of the evening was dedicated to Talia. She needed people who cared about her to listen to her concerns, and to let her know that this didn’t change the nature of our friendships at all. Talia was worried that her being bi meant the other girls would suddenly feel self-conscious or uncomfortable around her, but they all promised that they knew her way too well for that to happen.

Eventually Talia got dressed and headed home to think. Corrine followed next, then Amy, who took me aside on her way out the door to whisper, “You need to come by my house sometime when my dad’s not home. I have more stuff to show you.”

With her departure, only Stephanie and Elizabeth remained. Elizabeth asked if she could shower before heading home, which I of course assured her would be fine. It was getting late, but I was still holding out hope that Stephanie and I would get a chance to fool around before Stephanie had to head home.

I had come a few hours ago, sure, but between a full day of staring at the girls in their suits, Stephanie and Elizabeth’s sexy bra swap, Corrine and Amy’s vivid sex stories, and the fresh memory of Corrine’s glorious breasts, I was still in **** need of relief.

Never in a million years would I have expected things to turn out as they did.

I heard the shower running upstairs, and the muted music of Elizabeth’s sweet voice singing something from Phantom of the Opera. I briefly enjoyed the mental image of her belting out those high notes into the detachable nozzle, oblivious to the spray of hot water cascading down her beautiful breasts. Water droplets clinging to her wine-dark nipples…

My attention shifted back to the beautiful blonde sitting beside me. Neither of us spoke, we just sat there, awkwardly shifting back and forth. This was not how I’d pictured things turning out. While Elizabeth was off soaping up her curvaceous body in the shower, Stephanie and I finally had some time alone together. I had been looking forward to this all week long.

But nothing happened. Now that we finally had the opportunity, neither she nor I knew how to make the first move. Hooking up in the hospital had been spontaneous and unexpected. The fact that we were now PLANNING on doing it made everything awkward. We both made lame attempts at conversation that totally avoided the elephant in the room.

I tried to steer the conversation where it needed to go: “That was really sexy, when you and Elizabeth switched bikini tops with each other like that.”

Stephanie lit up, “Yeah, I couldn’t believe she did that! She’s always telling me how nervous she is around boys! She must really trust you.”

That redirected us to talking about Elizabeth for the next few minutes, and by the time I realized we had once again gotten off the topic of screwing each other, the shower had turned off upstairs and we were no longer alone. Damn that girl for taking such quick showers.

I couldn’t exactly stay mad at Elizabeth, though, watching her descend the stairs wrapped in a bath towel. She looked like a Mediterranean goddess. Much to my chagrin, Stephanie decided to head upstairs to rinse off now that the shower was free.

Elizabeth plopped down on the couch beside me, and she gave me a coy look I couldn’t quite explain—until I noticed her bare shoulders. She had decided not to put Stephanie’s bikini top back on after her shower. But why?

The towel shifted as she sat down, just enough to show off some porcelain smooth cleavage. “It’s been an interesting night,” she said.

I nodded in agreement, “I don’t think the others are going to tease you about being the ‘innocent one’ anymore.”

Elizabeth shrugged, pleased with herself. “I just wish I hadn’t had to tease you to do it. Not that I thought you’d mind, exactly. I figured it’d be a kick for you, too, obviously. I just hope you didn’t feel like… I don’t know…”

“Like you don’t take me seriously?”

She sighed, “Yeah. Please don’t think that. You’re just the only guy who doesn’t intimidate me. I know you too well. I know you’d never hurt my feelings, or laugh at me, or say mean things about my big fat hips.”

“Your body is a work of art, Elizabeth. Anyone who doesn’t appreciate every inch of you is an idiot.”

She blushed, glancing down at her exposed cleavage. After a moment of silence between us, she quietly asked me, “What’s the furthest you’ve ever gone with a girl?”

I thought about Stephanie, and then about what me and Amy had done under the towel a few hours ago, just a few feet away from Elizabeth. But neither Stephanie nor Amy had said anything to the other girls -- did that mean that I shouldn't say anything, either? I wasn't sure the right way to answer Elizabeth's question...