The Girlfriend

It all started on a Friday after school. My friend Summer asked me if I wanted to hang out at Clinton Lake Park, which we did at least once a week. The strange thing was she wanted me to come alone this time. Normally we hung out as a group with our other friends, but not that day. I didn't think much about it during the school day, as it didn't seem noteworthy at the time. I remember waiting for the bell to ring, and coming out of math class at the end of the day wondering if my sister had track practice so I could get our room to myself, when I realized that I had agreed to meet Summer.

Summer and I met a few years ago at a pool party at her house, which she invited everyone to in May since the town pool didn't open for a month. She was a tall but skinny Black girl with a huge butt. Of all my friends, she was the only other one who was a lesbian. I never really was involved in the LGBT community so I met all my friends at school and they all turned out to be straight, except her. Neither of us had girlfriends, but I had never really thought of her in a sexual way, though I admit she was very attractive. She did seem a bit flirty sometimes, and had a knack for talking with a cute voice.

We were pretty close, in that we had known each other for a few years and knew all kinds of things about each other. She was pretty extroverted, and good at finding things to do. Without her I might've spent Friday nights reading a book at home. She managed to take me to some of the funnest places. Once we went to a lesbian club in the city (New Cytisum) where people were only half dressed. I was shy at first but she got me into it. We both liked girls, though I wouldn't say we ever thought about each other that way. We just had a common interest.

In the weeks leading up to that day, she had texted me quite a few pictures of cute girls from online asking me what I thought of them. If I said anything other than "this is the cutest girl I've ever seen" she'd try to convince me to tell her how I "really felt" and said it was okay if I called them sexy or said I wanted to kiss them. That's what being a lesbian is. However, aside from that things were pretty normal. Her behavior in general may have been a bit more flirty, like I said, but there really was no signs leading up to it. It all happened at once, more or less.

When I arrived at the park she was standing right in front of the river, smiling in a way that was a bit off putting. She was wearing a blue blouse and jean shorts, and her hand was on her butt in a way that almost invited me to touch it.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey," she said. "I found something cool. Wanna see?"