You're suddenly interrupted...

Before you can respond to Amy, your attention is jarred by a not-so-subtle sound of disgust. You look around for the source of the noise, seeing two young girls sitting at the table nearest you, looking at Amy with open revulsion. They both get up to leave.

“Fucking dyke.” one of the girls, a blonde, mutters in a stage whisper as she brushes past you and Amy. Despite the ugly look on her face, she’s quite attractive, and looks like she knows it. She certainly isn't shy about showing her skin, with a low-cut top and cutoff shorts.

The other girl looks uncomfortable as she follows her friend out. She appears more restrained, saying nothing, but makes no effort to hide her similar look of disgust. In contrast to her blonde friend, she's fairly tall, dark black hair drawn back into a ponytail. An athlete for sure, based on her muscle definition, her pale skin tight with toned muscle beneath. She's modestly dressed in jeans and a dark top.

As the girls pass you, Amy turns bright red, looking like she’s about to burst into tears. You feel your anger flare. I mean, Amy was still your friend...despite how you’ve been manipulating her in ways you would never have thought possible. What kind of friend would you be if you didn’t stick up for her?

“Hey, you two girls. Get back here!” you say before they can get out of earshot. You turn to Amy. “I’ll handle this. Be calm, and let me do the talking.” Amy visibly relaxes as your words take hold.

Meanwhile, the girls have walked back to stand in front of you impatiently.

“What?” says the blonde, none too friendly. Apparently she’s the more talkative of the two.

You're a little taken aback by her continued anger. “Tell me your names and how old you are. You two in college?”

“I'm Chelsea.” the blonde responds. “I'm 21. In my junior year.” She crosses her arms, obviously still hostile. Standing side by side with her friend, their height difference is much more pronounced, as she barely reaches her friend's chin. Despite being powerless to resist your voice, her fiery personality shines through, her tone defiant and contemptuous.

“I'm Rachel.” her dark-haired friend says, curtly. “20. Sophomore.” She seems shy, and much less confrontational than Chelsea, but just as unhappy to be talking to you.

“And I’m guessing…you two know each other?”

“Oh, was that obvious?” Chelsea says, rolling her eyes. “Rachel and I were in the same class. We’ve been friends since we were kids. Why are you talking to us, again?”

“Well I couldn’t help notice how you behaved toward my friend here.” You say, gesturing to Amy. “I thought you two were being very rude. Why?”

“I don’t really want to hear some lesbo’s private fantasies out in public, if that’s okay.” responds Chelsea, condescension dripping from every word.

“It’s disgusting.” agrees Rachel matter-of-factly. “Look, I don’t care whatever you do in private…but I don’t really want to hear about it either.” she taps her foot impatiently. “Are we done talking now? We’re going to meet our boyfriends here soon.”

You frown. Their attitudes were really getting on your nerves. “Why the rush? You both don’t really care about them anyways, do you?”

Both girls stare, momentarily confused. “Um…no, I guess not.” says Rachel after an uncertain pause. She had just gotten off the phone with her boyfriend Mike an hour ago, and she still remembered the rush of affection and anticipation when they made plans to meet at the restaurant. Now however, try as she might, she couldn't bring herself to care. “We made some plans for this weekend, but now I’m wondering why I was even thinking of going through all the effort.”

“Yeah…honestly, now that I think about it, I don’t know why I’ve dated him for so long.” says Chelsea, nodding. She hadn't dated her boyfriend Dan very long: only a few months, but she had just spent an intense week with him when her roommates were away. Just last night she was lying awake wondering if she was falling in love. Now, although she remembered her time with him being pleasant, and her previous feelings of affection for him, she really couldn't care less about the guy. Guess that answers that question, she thought to herself. “I mean I was so nervous about having the talk with him about what to do when he graduates, but now I don’t see what I was so worried about. Who gives a fuck about him?”

“Well, it’s not surprising you don’t care about them is it? It’s obvious to me." you grin in anticipation. "You two are the ones who have been secretly in love with each other.”

“W-what?” splutters Chelsea, wide-eyed. You notice a small but noticeable blush spreading across her cheeks. “That’s fucking ridiculous! She’s my best friend. I would never think about her in that way!” You notice that Rachel looks crestfallen for a moment as Chelsea says this, but hides it quickly.

“Believe me, I can tell." you shake your head. "Your boyfriends are obviously just a front to keep appearances. You two are as gay as they come. I can tell you’ve secretly been together all this time, fucking behind your boyfriends' backs every chance you could get! That’s why you were rude to my friend Amy here. You two were just projecting. In reality, you're both lesbians with a serious libido.”

Both girls freeze, as new memories fill their heads and old memories are altered. Rachel still remembered her first time with Mike. It was sweet how much he had cared about her, but unfortunately, it wasn't sexually arousing for her at all, not one bit. She also neglected to tell him how two weeks earlier she had her first lesbian kiss, with Chelsea cornering her after-hours in the library. Now that was a pleasant experience. It had started out tentative at first, Rachel still unsure of her sexuality, but quickly grew heated, turning into an hour long make-out session which left her giddy and love-struck for the rest of the day. It definitely answered her question of whether or not she was a lesbian. If she wasn't so afraid of how her friends would react, she would have come out with Chelsea a long time ago.

For her part, Chelsea still remembered the week she spent with Dan, full of sex and raucous nights at the club. Looking back however, it seemed like more of a chore she had to complete. His body didn't do anything for her, and the few clumsy attempts he made to pleasure her were tedious. The only way she got wet enough for him to enter her was because every second she could get away with it, she was texting Rachel. Sexting Rachel. The raunchy conversations were alone enough to get her soaked. Never mind the pictures she managed to convince so-adorably-shy Rachel to send her, the image of her toned abs and pretty little pussy fooling Dan into thinking she was hot and wet for him. When he wasn't looking, or when he was asleep, she would send some to Rachel in return, body tingling with the thrill of taking pictures of her naked body for her lesbian love. It got her all wet and turned on again, and she would jill herself off to Rachel without the oblivious Dan being any the wiser.

Chelsea steps close to you, glancing around the restaurant worriedly, her "secret" uncovered. “Okay, I believe you, I’m sorry we made those comments!” the newly-minted lesbian whispers frantically. Rachel looks similarly shaken. “You’re not going to tell anyone are you? Please- our families and friends don’t know about us, let alone our boyfriends. It would ruin our lives!”

“Calm down, you two. I’m not going to tell anyone.” you say, raising your hands placatingly. The girls both visibly relax.

Rachel looks at you timidly. “So then…what do you want from us?”