Claire was asking herself much the same question. Had she, somehow, ended up with a girlfriend? How did a long time friendship with a girl (no less) evolve into something like what was going on at the moment? She wasn't really sure. Oh yes, she would understand if this whole issue was to do with a guy but it wasn't. It was Hank. Her Hank who had always been a best friend but had somehow become a lover.
She wondered if they could pass it off as some sort of experimentation. After all, lots of people said that the college years were a great time for that sort of thing. A lot of people tested the waters and waded in to see what they came out as on the other side. After all, she couldn't really see herself hooking up with some other girl. She had never looked at them that way but here she found herself thinking about Hank like that.
Remembering what she tasted like. The little moans and gasps she made whenever Claire did something she liked. The way she was bossy even in the middle of....yes, sex. Oh god.
She was still deep in thought, while pretending to study, when suddenly Hank came tearing into her room and flopping on her bed. Claire didn't need to look at the other girl to know she was in a mood which meant that they were definitely going to end up fighting. She also ignored the thought of making up afterwards and the pleasant way her stomach tightened at the idea.
Hearing the question, she muttered in response. "What? Me and Pippy Longstocking? Think of the children." She sighed dramatically. "Oh well, they'll be loved."
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She wondered if they could pass it off as some sort of experimentation. After all, lots of people said that the college years were a great time for that sort of thing. A lot of people tested the waters and waded in to see what they came out as on the other side. After all, she couldn't really see herself hooking up with some other girl. She had never looked at them that way but here she found herself thinking about Hank like that.
Remembering what she tasted like. The little moans and gasps she made whenever Claire did something she liked. The way she was bossy even in the middle of....yes, sex. Oh god.
She was still deep in thought, while pretending to study, when suddenly Hank came tearing into her room and flopping on her bed. Claire didn't need to look at the other girl to know she was in a mood which meant that they were definitely going to end up fighting. She also ignored the thought of making up afterwards and the pleasant way her stomach tightened at the idea.
Hearing the question, she muttered in response. "What? Me and Pippy Longstocking? Think of the children." She sighed dramatically. "Oh well, they'll be loved."