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It was lunch time for students of Hamilton County High School in Florida. Clarke was not particularity happy when she realized her best friend had a meeting with her softball team. Lexa was one of the best players in the school's girl varsity softball team. She also participated in basketball games and occasionally agreed to varsity track and field. Clarke had quite a few friends in high school so she knew she wasn't going to eat alone. Her friend Raven was already approaching her table. Octavia was a part of the softball team as well.
"Hi," Raven said cheerfully and loudly placed her tray down next to Clarke's. "Ew, you're drinking milk with your fried chicken?"
Clarke shrugged. "It's good, don't judge. You eat bread with rice."
Raven grinned and shoved a spoonful of rice in her mouth. She swallowed quickly and then smiled widely at someone that was sitting behind Clarke.
"Who are you smiling at?" Clarke asked, trying to turn around.
Raven quickly turned her back. "Don't be so obvious," she hissed quietly. "And it's Anya."
Clarke wrinkled her nose in confusion. "Anya? The same Anya that's a senior and wears a ridiculous amount of make up? That Anya?"
"Yes," Raven said and rolled her eyes. "And I don't understand why you're so judgmental about Anya."
"What did you do Reyes?" Clarke asked, her mouth opened widely in shock. Something must have happened between Raven and Anya because just a month ago Raven would never defend her like this. "I swear if you don't spill it out I will make you say it in front of Lexa and Octavia," she threatened. Clarke knew that Raven knew she would end up telling them anyway. Lexa was her best friend and Octavia was her second best friend - sharing the spot with Raven.
Raven took a deep breath and ducked her head lower so Anya couldn't see her over Clarke's shoulder. "You know that party that Bell invited us last weekend? Well, you and Lexa couldn't come because you were spending the weekend on a trip with your families but Octavia and I went because we were curious and Bellamy wouldn't let us get completely wasted or let someone hurt us. Anyway, we got there pretty late because Octavia couldn't decide whether she wanted to wear black jeans or a black dress and when we arrived it wasn't Bell who let us in the apartment. It was Anya. She's a friend of Lincoln. Octavia went in and mingled and I stayed behind for a while. She offered me a drink and I took it and then they started playing Pussycat dolls and you know I have to dance to that. So I dragged Anya closer to the speakers and one thing led to another and then we were kissing."
"What?" Clarke yelled out loudly, causing a lot of heads to turn towards their table.
Raven rubbed her forehead and pretended not to notice. "If you scream this hard at a kiss you're going to have a heart attack by what happened next."
"You had sex with her? Your first time was with Anya, the terrifying eyeliner girl?" Clarke was a little surprised but also felt like Raven was lying. It wouldn't be the first time Raven made up an epic story just to laugh and say 'gotcha'.
But Raven simply nodded. "She's not scary. And she was nice. And her body is to die for."
Clarke took a moment to process the information. "So your first time was with a girl?"
"You're not like suddenly homophobic are you? I thought you were bi," Raven said, knitting her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side.
"I'm not," Clarke defended. "I'm definitely not homophobic. Just surprised. What was it like?" She felt her cheeks flush the second that question left her mouth. And judging by Raven's smirk it was pretty noticeable.
"It was pretty damn great," Raven said.
The answer was so vague that Clarke just had to have more details. "Yeah, but like, what was she like? What did she do?"
"Oh, you want some tips for your first time?" Raven asked, leaning closer over the table. "Unfortunately I promised not to give any details to my friends. Anya made me promise. But I can say that she was great and I wasn't too bad either, judging by her loud orgasms."
Clarke gaped at her friend. But she knew the conversation was over because she could see Lexa and Octavia approaching their table. Clarke, like the good best friend she is, passed a small cartoon of milk towards Lexa.
"Thanks," Lexa murmured and shoved the straw in the cartoon. "So good," she said happily after taking a sip.
"So what was the meeting about?" Raven asked.
Octavia huffed. "There's a competition this weekend. We're going against Branford High School. We beat them last year, we'll do it again this year. We'll be even better."
Lexa nodded in agreement but stayed silent. She stole a few forks of food from Clarke's tray and sipped on her milk.
"Want to come over after school?" Clarke asked her best friend, batting her eyelashes for extra measures.
"It's not Friday," Lexa said.
Clarke shrugged. "We have nothing important tomorrow. And my dad can drive us to school early, just the way you like it."
"I'll text mom and ask her about it," Lexa said and Clarke knew that was already a yes. Lexa's mom, Luna, was a very kind woman. She owned an antique store in the city and on every other Friday and sometimes on Saturdays, when there would be no practices or games, Lexa would help her out. Clarke also loved the store. It smelled like ocean and home. And making up funny stories about how some items ended in the store always made Lexa laugh.
Octavia looked at the watch on her wrist. "Three more classes," she breathed out and took a bite of her salad. Octavia was all about healthy food. She wasn't picky, far from it, but she always made sure that she would burn the calories she absorbed.
Lexa looked at her phone, a reply from her mother already arrived. "Mom said it's okay but we need to walk Aden home." Aden was Lexa's younger brother. He was 12 years old but he was a sweetheart. And Lexa's house was only a block away from her house.
"Yay," Clarke cheered and kissed Lexa's cheek. "Aden and I can get ice creams."
Lexa sighed. "Of course you can." While Lexa was an outdoorsy sports person, Aden was more of an artist. So was Clarke. They went along great together. Clarke had love for drawing and painting and Aden loved music. Not the loud, metal kind, instead he took piano lessons and self-taught himself guitar. Clarke played a little bit of guitar – she once took lessons but got bored playing the same song over and over.
They bell rang, announcing lunch period was over and they scrambled from their table and threw the thrash in the appropriate bins. None of them enjoyed World History. Octavia was very keen on rolling her eyes and sighing loudly, Raven tapped her pen against her notebook and occasionally chewed on the other end, Clarke always doodled and Lexa took the time to rest without really closing her eyes. Lexa's cheek was resting on her palm with her elbow on the desk. The clock never moved as slow as it did during History.
"Finally," Raven nearly yelled when the bell rang.
Clarke pouted. "We still have two hours of algebra. I'm so bad at it."
Octavia laughed. "Oh, please. Lexa does all your homework and takes notes for both of you."
"She does the same for me in biology," Lexa brushed off the comment. They all had something they struggled with. Clarke just so happened to be bad with numbers and Lexa couldn't remember the names of bones and cells if her life depended on it.
Algebra dragged by slowly and at some point Clarke started doodling on torn up pieces of paper and passing them over to Lexa. At first it was just a simple 'I hate math' note with a detailed drawing of an annoyed emoji. Then Clarke drew a muffin with eyes, mustache and a monocle. Underneath it said 'English muffin'. Lexa nearly laughed out loud at that one. What did crack her up was a drawing of a boy sitting behind his desk, his hand in midair and a paper airplane stuck in a teacher's hair. Lexa recognized the hair as their math teacher's hair and she laughed, covering it up with a cough.
"What are you two giggling about?" Raven whispered, leaning backwards in her chair.
"Put your hand out," Lexa whispered and passed the folder paper to Raven's extended hand. Raven chuckled and quickly shared it with Octavia.
The teacher cleared her throat. "Girls, what's funny?"
"Nothing, Professor Fletcher," Lexa replied, her voice strong and confident and the teacher simply sighed before moving away from her favorite student.
The girls held back giggles till the end of school. Raven added her own ideas to the drawing, though she wasn't as skilled, and now the teacher's hair was purple and curlier and there was a french fry stuck on the back of teacher's skirt. When they got to their lockers, they were luckily enough to have them close together, Raven pulled a duct-tape out of her backpack and attached the doodle inside of her locker. She took a step back and grinned at it.
Octavia laughed. "You have quite a collection in there."
Lexa nodded in agreement. Her locker only had a calendar with scheduled practices, in case she would ever forget one. Octavia's held a group picture of them but was otherwise empty and Clarke's had drawings. But Raven had everything in her locker. Stickers, doodles, even a spray paint graffiti. Raven installed small pen holders on the inside of locker door. There was also a tool kit.
Raven shrugged and snapped her locker closed. "That's the beauty that only I can stare at," she teased. "So you two are going home?"
Clarke nodded. "We have to find Aden first. What do you have planned?"
Octavia shrugged. "I might hang out with Bell and his friends on the basketball court. You know I love kicking their asses."
They all agreed to that. "And I have to repair my dirt bike. The engine was making a funny sound the other day," Raven chimed in.
"Must be because you go too fast with that old thing," Clarke joked.
They said their goodbyes as they walked outside and parted ways. Clarke and Lexa found Aden sitting on the stairs, playing with his phone. He wasn't paying any attention to the surroundings and Lexa fetched the phone out of his hands.
"Hey!" Aden stood up and yelled.
Lexa laughed. "You need to be more careful, kid. I could be an abductor or a pervert. You know we talked about this already."
Aden rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, don't talk to strangers, don't get inside of any vans, never leave your guard down, always pay attention to the people around you. If under an attack always knee in the groin and elbow in the throat."
Lexa smiled proudly and nodded.
"Can I have peanut butter and banana sandwich though? Actually, two," Aden wondered and smiled at his sister and her best friend. "Please," he quickly added.
Clarke moved her arm over his shoulders. "Of course you can." The walk from the school and Lexa's house was around 15 minutes. They didn't mind though. They even stopped at a small ice-cream cart where Aden got his ice cream. Clarke decided to skip it because a movie night with Lexa meant a lot of junk food. When Lexa unlocked the door she placed the key in the keyhole on the inside side of the door and locked again. They moved to the kitchen, Lexa already placing bread on the counter and opening a jar of peanut butter. Clarke cut the banana and they made two sandwiches while Aden watched them.
"Mom's going to be home in half an hour," Lexa reminded Aden when the sandwiches were ready. "So you should start on your homework. Call if you need help. And lock the door after us."
Aden nodded. "I'll lock the door and go straight up in my room. I will start my homework. It'll be fine, go."
Lexa gave Aden a pointed look. "Behave." She gently grabbed Clarke's arm, leading her out of the house. "And lock the door!" she yelled once the door closed. It was a relatively safe neighborhood but Lexa didn't dare to take any chances. Their dad, Gustus, traveled a lot. He is a management consultant, advising firms on how to run their companies.
"You know, Raven told me something today," Clarke started, the secret already eating her alive and it's been less than 4 hours since she's heard it.
Lexa glanced at Clarke as they walked on the pavement. "What did she say?" Lexa wasn't one for the gossip. But she was still curious.
"She had sex," Clarke blurted out and then stopped walking when she noticed Lexa froze. "And that's not even the biggest part."
Lexa looked at the house at the end of the street. "Let's go inside first."
Clarke's parents were quite rich. Her mom, Abby, being a cardiothoracic surgeon while her dad, Jake, is an engineer. He worked as software developer at 3Cinteractive. It meant he was away a lot too, sometimes only coming home for the weekends. Their house looked appropriate to the paycheck. They had a big lawn and a swimming pool. They used to have a trampoline but Raven broke it because she tried to see how much weight it could hold. There was also a volleyball net put up.
Clarke unlocked the large white door and opened it. She immediately locked it, knowing that it would make Lexa feel safer. "Do you want anything to drink?"
"No, thank you," Lexa replied politely and slipped off her shoes.
Clarke would have thought the reply was awkward if it wasn't so utterly Lexa. She was always so polite and kind, no matter how others treated her. "Let's go up to my room then." Clarke had a little rainbow flag stuck on her door. Clarke's room was painted white but Clarke herself added drawings and signs on the walls over the past years. She had a small art studio attached to her bedroom along with a full bathroom suite.
Lexa took a seat on the bed and stretched her limbs, her t-shirt riding up and exposing a little bit of her toned stomach. Lexa laid down and then propped herself on her elbows, looking at Clarke. "So what is it about Raven that you wanted to say?"
"She had sex with Anya," Clarke said, grabbing her laptop and taking a seat next to Lexa.
Lexa's eyes opened widely. "Anya, the captain of softball team? And Raven?"
"Yup. Apparently they did it after the party we missed last weekend," Clarke explained and turned on her laptop. She chewed on her bottom lip for a while. "Are you ever curious?"
A moment of silence passed between them. "About what?"
Clarke blushed and kept staring at her laptop. "Sex. I mean, Finn and I dated for only 3 months before he cheated so we didn't really do anything besides some over clothes touching."
Lexa sat up and crossed her legs in her lap. She shrugged. "I don't spend a lot of time thinking about it."
"Don't you ever watch porn?" The question left Clarke's mouth before she could stop herself. She cringed and hoped Lexa wouldn't be too uncomfortable with the question. Clarke has only ever watched a pornographic video once before. Raven showed it to her because it had a funny plot. About some girl stealing lemons and then her only way to repay was to apparently have sex with the couple that owned that lemon tree.
"Not really," Lexa replied quietly, scooting up the bed so her head was on the pillow. "Do you?"
"Not really," Clarke echoed Lexa's answer. "Do you want to?" When Lexa shrugged Clarke moved so she was laying with her head on a pillow too. Her laptop was on her stomach and she typed in the first porn website she remembered. "What category?" Clarke asked, her voice cracking so she quickly cleared her throat.
"Uh… Girls," Lexa replied bashfully, too shy to use the word 'lesbian'.
Clarke nodded and clicked on the category. She scrolled through the content and pressed on a first video that seemed most appropriate for them. She placed her laptop on the bed, between them. Her speakers were quieter than usually but they could still hear every sigh and moan.
Lexa clenched her jaw and folded her hands over her lap, trying to tear her eyes away from the girls on screen but failing. The more she watched, the more fidgety she got.
Clarke's eyes wondered away from the computer to her best friend. Lexa's green eyes were darker, her pupils blown and she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs. Clarke inhaled sharply at the sight of Lexa's boner. It wasn't news to her that her best friend was a girl and happened to have a penis. It never bothered her either. Their sleepovers were still the same. But seeing the large bulge sent a rush of heat down to her own groin. "If… You want, you can touch yourself."
Lexa flinched and sat up, covering her crotch more effectively. "Sorry," she murmured. "It's fine."
"It's not. If you want to, it's okay."
Lexa was tense, her muscles strained and her throat bobbing with ever swallow. "I don't… Like doing it. It's messy," Lexa admitted.
"Oh," Clarke breathed out. "Maybe we can do it together." They were flushed with both embarrassment and excitement. "Not to each other. Just in the same room."
Lexa simply nodded. She wasn't capable of doing much more. Her jeans were uncomfortably tight. More often than not her clothes had to be either low-waist girl's jeans or male skinny jeans. Lexa was careful though, no one ever noticed. Even at practice she always changed last just to be safe.
"Let's take our pants off at the same time," Clarke suggested. Her heart rate picked up and the computer was now almost forgotten.
"Okay," Lexa agreed. She saw Clarke's thumbs slip under the waistband of her jeans and she did the same. They tugged their jeans down at the same time, left just in underwear. Lexa was wearing red and blue striped boxer briefs. When she glanced at Clarke she was wearing dark blue panties. When Clarke's eyes met hers, Lexa's hand immediately covered her crotch.
"It's okay," Clarke said softly, her hand resting on Lexa's forearm. "Don't be nervous."
Lexa let out a raspy laugh. "Are you not?"
"Just a little bit," Clarke admitted and pulled her hand away. "Just watch the video."
Luckily for them Clarke picked a rather long one. Lexa couldn't help squeezing herself and she gasped. She hasn't touched herself nearly enough times to really know what she enjoyed. Clarke's hand moved under the waistband of her panties and she moaned quietly. Lexa's eyes widened at the sound and she already felt pleasure building up low in her abdomen. Her muscles tensed with each stroke and Lexa knew she would cum soon. Clarke's hand was moving faster and her hips moved along with her hand. Lexa bit her lip and gripped her penis tighter, grunting as the pleasure intensified. The moans coming through the laptop were getting louder, Clarke was softly panting next to her and Lexa closed her eyes, her head falling backwards, her back arching and then blissfulness. Judging by the long moan from Clarke she was there too. They were both breathing heavily when they came back down from the high. Lexa was still twitching and because she wasn't used to orgasming this hard she felt pain. And a lot of stickiness.
"Fuck," Clarke muttered the first words and turned off the porn. Now that they were finished it just made her cringe. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Lexa said and blushed to the tips of her ears, her hand still in her boxers. "I think I need to go clean up."
Clarke sat up, wiping her hand against her t-shirt. "That's okay. Do you need anything?"
Lexa looked around the room. There was a small drawer of her clothes that overtime just ended at Clarke's. "It's okay." Shyly she stood up and quickly grabbed a fresh pair of underwear and went in the bathroom. Her heart was still racing when she came out of it.
"Hey Lex," Clarke said softly and Lexa noticed she changed too. "We're okay, right? This won't make it awkward, will it?"
Lexa shook her head and laid back down on the bed. The bedroom smelled slightly musky but Clarke had cracked open her window. "We're okay."
Clarke grinned. "Good. Because I'm starving and I want pizza."
Lexa already picked up the phone. "I'll order the pizza, you set up a movie." Lexa was sure a little experimentation wouldn't hurt, right? None of them were in a relationship and it's not like they had sex. And Clarke was still her best friend.