- Gender and Relationships
Megumi By The Firelight - Teen Romance (part 2)
The Eight girly girls - recap
Who is who:
eight girls were me - Cassy, Ronda (the supposed leader whenever we allowed her to
lead), forceful and well-built, Penny (blond and very sweet and I had a crush on her), Wendy (black and
pretty, a wee bit frail, but smart - I liked her), Marla (looked more 19 than 16, and
built like a brick shit house), Avril (Irish red-head, green-eyed, had thick
accent and coarse as hell, but straight talking honest, slight in appearance,
yet punched (literally) above her weight - I liked her too). Then there was
Debra (American, blond, smart, beautiful – looked like a girl from a beauty pageant. Her family had moved to the UK – I
looked forward to knowing her more), and last of all, Megumi, from Japan. The sweet young and enigmatic mystery girl, but was she even gay?
(Please read part 1 before reading further: the story thus far - 8 girls are spending the weekend on a sleep-over in Ronda's family home, included among them Cassy aka - Cheeky Girl. All these girls are sixteen, and discovering their sexuality. So far, there has been some tension and friendly fun and games between the girls. As the evening wears on, Megumi gets her bearings, and the girls all get more friendly, and the new games begin.)
The first night was almost over. I was feeling tired after what seemed like a long day. The eight of us were now all sitting and lounging in jeans, T-shirts, and trainers in the large living room in Ronda’s parents “stately home”, as Avril liked to call it. “It’s so posh, very La Dee Dah!” I laughed. Avril’s Irish humour always made me smile. She whispered – “So is yer woman a lesbian or not?” She gestured to Megumi sitting nearby, who was being gently interrogated by the rest of the girls. I told Avril I didn’t know. Who could say if something romantic was going to happen this night? Well, Megumi was sharing my bed later, so I’d probably find out. Ronda was talking to Marla. They were sharing their room together. I knew Penny and Wendy were sharing their room together. I wasn’t sure if they would end up getting up to anything. Avril was in a room of her own. Avril liked doing her own thing. So much for girly romance. And most oddly, Debra – the American babe – was also sleeping in her own rather small room at the end of the house. I was fascinated by this American girl, as she was by far the prettiest girl in the house. I went at Debra’s request upstairs to have a look at her room, as it wasn’t entirely habitable. The rain was pouring down outside still. In Debra’s room, it was pleasantly warm and the room had not been slept in by anyone for a while, so I helped her make her bed, and ready the room. I think she wanted to ask me some things about the rest of the girls. And I sensed something else...
We changed the bedclothes and idly chatted about the girls down below. Debra knew them through a mutual friend, but she didn’t attend our school. However, she stood out as a very sexy sixteen year old, looking more like eighteen to me. Her family had moved from the State of Wyoming to London. She was something of a curiosity to the other girls. She was interested in Penny, naturally, as was I. She asked about Ronda, and I told her she was my friend. “But you seem to get picked on by her a lot,” she said, clearly puzzled by Ronda’s tendency to love Authority. I laughed. I told her that Ronda was the first girl in the school I found out was gay. I told her we had shared a few kisses even. “Holy shit, you kissed her? Me, I’d have told her where to get off...” I laughed. That is precisely what gets Ronda off, I explained. She does that for sport, but I can put up with her, and I give as good as I get.
The bed looked ready for sleeping in now, I added an extra pillow. It looked comfy. “There, fit for a princess,” I said, chuckling. Debra suddenly asked me did I have any girl I fancied in particular, or a girlfriend? I told her I had a boyfriend. Sort of. There was a guy, brother of a girl I knew from school and I was sort of in a part-time relationship with him. (I sat myself on the corner of the bed, with toes pointing inwards, looking at my feet.) He was a hunky guy. She laughed. You bisexual? Yes, I answered. That so unusual? Naw, she said she knew a girl who was bi. I asked did she have a girl or boyfriend? She looked at me and said no, not recently anyway. She held her gaze for a moment, then smiled and said she liked me, and that I seemed to be pretty normal. I smiled at this. What could I say to that? I told her I liked her too. “And it depends on what you mean by normal, Debra. For me it’s not a choice. It’s a circumstance...” She looked at me carefully. She asked what I thought of Megumi. She seems nice enough, I said - I am not taking anything for granted just yet. She looked at me again, her eyes seem to be focussed on my mouth.
Suddenly she leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. She caught me by surprise. I sat there, on the edge of the bed, and let her mash her lips gently against mine. It was a pure impulse, and I just went with it. She was simply divine. She put her hand around my neck and held me as she kissed me. I could smell hair shampoo and a feint perfume from a million miles away. I felt a wave of joy run through me. Every molecule in my body was attracted to this blond goddess. She pushed me down on the bed and looked at me and seemed ready to throw herself on me. I grinned back at her. Suddenly footsteps were beating hard on the floor outside, and we separated just in time for the door to open and Wendy burst in and said there was a serious game happening down stairs, and to come down and join in. Serious? That sounded serious. We stood up, and as Wendy ran out, Debra and I looked at each other, and smiled. That was nice, I said, quite happily. She smiled back and agreed. She blinked slowly with a strange look of contentment on her beautiful face. Seems an awful big bed to have all to yourself, I offered, teasingly. She moved towards me. Well, if Megumi doesn’t turn your light on, you know where to come, “Gypsy Rose”, don’t you – she countered. I chuckled, and we both laughed. I asked her had she ever slept with a girl. She said she shared a blanket on a porch with a friend, which was about it.
God, I really liked her. She had a perfect smile, and a wonderful figure. I told her she was beautiful, I couldn’t help myself. She smiled, then gave me a peck on the cheek, and said the same to me. Which I didn’t believe. But I loved her for saying it anyway. As we went down the stairs, she linked her arm in mine briefly, and squeezed my hand. I didn’t know how it worked fully with girls, then, being sixteen and all – as I think back now - but Debra and I just had an understanding towards each other. She had that vibe about her, which I really liked. Girls were just magical to me. I could never forget those succulent lips and that sweet kiss. Something told me it wouldn’t be the last...
In the living room, the girls were piled around a game on the table. Someone had stopped the make-up session (just as well, some of us loved it less than others, especially with Marla doing the make-up) and started a game of Connect 4, and Megumi was dominating the play. She was roundly beating all comers. Or else they were letting her win. She was the centre of the girls’ attention. Debra and I were asked to jump in. Being a gaming fiend, I let Debra go before me, as sometimes it pays to be last. Being last can increase the odds of winning at many games and turns. Debra was easily beaten by the smiling Megumi. I could see the tension was in the air. “That’s six games straight,” said Avril, through a heavy painted set of orange-yellow eyelids and far too much blusher. I smiled at all the coloured make-up on Ronda and Marla. Okay, my turn. I had played the game many times before, and sometimes lost and sometimes won. I nibbled on some smarties as we played, and Debra kept leaving the red ones for me to pick up, which I did. Ronda missed nothing and was smiling at Debra and I as we played and looked at each other. Penny was watching me and Debra too.
Megumi soon won me but I had said best of three before the game had ended, so, with no objectors, we began game two. Megumi was the picture of seriousness, but she was never cocky or anything. She always smiled at me good-naturedly. She was so well-mannered, she put English girls to shame. I knew the girls liked her. Megumi always managed to stop me getting four colours in a row. I began starting a totally different mountain at the far end of the grid, and she was puzzled, but kept smiling and countering my moves. I then started more crazy new connections, it was like a mad form of tic-tac-toe, and soon Megumi was struggling to stop my gain. In the end, neither of us won, as we got to the top of the grid and ran out of counters. The girls closed in around us, noisy and laughing. Wendy winked at me.
We started the third game, and when I was beginning to pull ahead, Wendy said – whoever loses has to sleep with no knickers in bed tonight. A cheer went up around the room. Megumi spluttered in indignation. I suggested something less intense, merely that the winner got to choose any girl in the room to kiss. There was a rowdy response to this, and eyes jumped from me to Megumi. Megumi agreed, and so on we played. I don’t know if it was my skill or her being just distracted by the prospect of kissing some girl, but she lost. “Cassy chooses who to kiss now...” said Wendy, giggling nervously. “Who will it be?” I looked at each of them. They were all smiling back, and I felt so weird sitting there looking at each of them. I looked at Megumi. She looked back at me with a feint smile, but implacable too. What to do? I gazed at Penny. Her beautiful blue eyes blinked back at me. There wasn’t a trace of annoyance or anything there, just her knowing smile, which melted my heart. I had a crush on her, I admit. She kind of knew it, and pretended not to notice. “Penny,” I said. “You’re my choice.”
The girls all clapped and laughed. Debra’s face was a study, she had her mouth open in disbelief, as Penny, now blushing slightly, sat in front of me, and telling everyone to stop looking at her, otherwise she wouldn’t do it – fixed her eyes on me. She was smiling at me now, but focussed on my lips. I took her hand, and there was more laughter. I held her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers. Penny’s expression changed immediately. I pulled the rest of her arm towards me gently, then she looked right in my eyes, and then we kissed.
There was a dead silence in the room, and I held my lips to hers, gently working her mouth with mine. She instantly responded, and her tongue snaked into my mouth. I felt a heat swell up inside me, and her hand was around my waist, and suddenly she was leaning in to me. Then too much, and we fell off the sofa on the floor. The spell broke. She was horsing around, and we laughed as the girls all yelled and laughed. Avril jumped on us and started kissing us both like crazy. Then Wendy joined in, then Debra squirmed on top of us, and she was kissing everyone, and grabbing asses where she could. It was a pile of girls on the floor and we all laughed, loving it and horsing around! Ronda and Marla sat there on the other sofa, just smiling and looking on. Megumi, sat apart, silent, implacable and eyes unblinking. I stretched out a hand to her – “come on, join in!” I teased, good-naturedly. She laughed and pulled her feet up around her in a foetal position and shook her head, her mass of black hair moving like a wave around her face. I pleaded a second time, but she shook her head again, but she smiled even more this time, and even laughed now. There was something in that smile I really liked.
Who's drunk yet?
We finally restored the room to normality. We abandoned any attempt to clean up the sorry mess the room was in, and we went to the kitchen for a late night feast. Wendy was singing some corrupted version of a Christmas song “Oh the weather outside is awful”, and she was adding her own words. “But the fire inside is warming...” Avril chimed in and the song went all over the shop.”Who’s drunk yet?” yelled Avril. Three voices sang out in reply – “Me!”
Over crisps, chocolate, fanta and cake, we talked , sometimes yelled over each other as we chatted about life, love, sex, girls and boys. We also talked about food. Food is one of the most important things in a girl’s life. School was booed if anyone brought it up. Megumi was quiet, but ate and smiled good-naturedly all through it. Penny kept smiling at me with this interesting look in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. I made a silent kissing gesture with my mouth which no one saw but her. She furrowed her eyes as she looked back at me, then did the same, but did it with a smile. I smiled back. I caught Debra looking at me, and she winked. I smiled back at her, then caught her looking at Penny too.
“I think there’s going to be sexy love in this house tonight,” said Avril. Marla agreed, so did Ronda. “So Megumi...” Wendy suddenly said to the Japanese girl. “Do you think we’re hardcore, or not?” Megumi put down her cookies and thought for a moment, then sipped from her glass of fanta. Then she said she had never been among so many gay women before. We all laughed and clapped. Some of us were a bit drunk. “Are you gay, Megumi?” asked Penny suddenly. There was a silence. All eyes were on Megumi now. She looked a bit pained, and squirmed a bit. She looked around and seemed incapable of uttering whatever words were stuck in her throat. She looked over at me, and for a second I saw a glint of desperation there, as though it was a telepathic plea for help. “I think it’s time for bed. I’m shattered.” I said suddenly. “Let’s call it a night, ladies.”
They all looked at me, then Megumi, then the lot of us all slowly fell into small talk and headed for the stairs. Again, there was a pile of stuff on the table and no one was cleaning it up, and no one bothered to offer to do so. Penny told me some info on Megumi, her folks were teachers, her mother was her older clone, almost. They had money. Megumi spoke excellent English though with a Japanese accent. Ronda suddenly chimed in – and in a low voice - “don’t mention the war...” I looked at her. “What the hell does that mean, Ronda?” I hissed, lowering my voice. “Just – just don’t mention the war, Cassy,” she said again. I figured Ronda had drunk too much.
We piled up the stairs past the many portraits, some with people with Germanic family names (cousins of Ronda’s family no doubt), and Wendy held my hand and said rather interestingly that tomorrow she wanted to be “it”. I gave her a peck on the cheek, and everyone laughed at us, then she flung herself on me, but in a fake sisterly way. We just horsed around, taking turns to carry each other along the upstairs landings, and yapped about what we’d do tomorrow. Let’s decide in the morning, Penny said - we all agreed.
Penny whispered to me “ maybe Megumi isn’t “Out” yet.” I nodded. Maybe she was still in the closet about the gay thing. We said our good nights, and Debra gave me a hug, and whispered “that offer is still open, Cassy.” I smiled at her, beseechingly. “I gotta put this kid to bed, Debra. It’s been a long day.” She nodded, looking at my feet. “Oh, and I liked the way you grabbed my ass earlier. I owe you one!” I added. She laughed at this. She looked at me and lingered for a moment. I knew she wanted to kiss me, or maybe even take me to her room, and do heaven knows what. And I was so into her. The thoughts of her all alone in that big bed... We said goodnight, and went to our separate rooms, all thinking our own thoughts and wondering about each other.
All alone with Megumi...
I turned the key in the lock. Megumi was already washed, it seems, and she was kneeling on a cushion, brushing her hair by the fire, which she had now lit. After I cleaned and freshened up in the bathroom, I went to the fire and warmed my hands. The room was warming slowly and the soft glow from the fire was cosy. I turned off the main light and sat by the fire, opposite Megumi. The bed was made and ready.
Megumi seemed a little tense or nervous for some reason. I asked her was she alright? She nodded, but I could tell there was something bothering her. Her large dark friendly eyes seemed distracted by something, and she seemed guarded. I asked her how did her first day go? She said it was fun, and it was different. I told her that some of the girls wondered about her. In what way, she asked quietly, without looking at me. Wondering if she was still in the closet about the gay thing, I said slowly. She was silent.
I told her not to worry. I said I was bi. She looked at me, blankly. I told her that I liked her, and didn’t bite (unless bitten first) and I would never do anything to annoy her. I told her if she wanted to ask me anything, go right ahead. She said the others had told her about me. “They like you a lot,” she said, and she smiled slightly.
“Remember the kiss thing, earlier?” I said to her, as she twisted her hair into knots then unravelled it again. I told her that for a moment I thought of kissing her, but something made me not do it, because I wasn’t sure if Megumi might like it or not. She kept looking into the fire. Her face was hard to read. I knew in her mind, she was perhaps apprehensive about stuff. I decided if she was straight, it would not be any problem, and I would go easy on her. It would be just two girls sharing a room and a bed, and not a lot more.
Megumi looked at me, and said my hair was very curly. I smiled and nodded. It was always curly. She asked did I ever try straightening it. I said yes but it always went back curly again. I took her hand very gently and put it at the front of my hair. She felt it. She gave a giggle, it was coy and amusing to see. She was so beautiful when she smiled, if only she knew it.
She looked at her fingers, then seemed to lean back and relax somewhat. She said the other girls liked me, and that I kissed them a lot. I smiled and nodded. She looked at me and said that was very amazing to her. She asked me did I ever kiss a girl who didn’t want to be kissed? Wow, that was a tricky question. Could it be she wasn’t gay after all?
I said no, I had no interest in doing something like that, although sometimes I couldn’t help thinking about it. I told her it wasn’t wrong if it was just fantasising or just thinking about it.
She suddenly whispered – that’s what I do all the time. I am always thinking about it, but I never do it.
Why not, I asked. She was silent, and she warmed her hands in front of the fire again. She looked at me and said if she ever touched the flame, she was afraid of getting burned. For a moment, I had thought she meant the fire itself, but she meant something else. She was talking about girls. “I love the warmth and the heat of the firelight. But I never touch it. I’m not supposed to...I am too afraid.” Her words came out slowly, and the words sank in. “Girls, I mean. I want to, but I am afraid...”
I didn’t know what to say to her. I had never heard it being put like that before. She was gay but definitely in the closet. I wracked my brains, trying to think. I told Megumi that no one could tell her she was gay, except herself. She had to find that out for herself. No one can make a person gay, certainly not as far as I knew. Just like no one can make her kiss someone unless she wanted it, and it felt right. “But how do you know when it feels right, Cassy?” She asked, a note of slight panic in her voice. I took her hand oh so gently. I gazed into her beautiful dark eyes, trying to see the point of return in them. “Look Megumi, I’m a kid, I’m 16 and I don’t know everything. You just know. Your gut instinct tells you at that moment. No one can tell you that – except you. In your heart, you’ll feel it. But the feeling has to be real. Not fake. Fantasy is just all in the mind. People who stay in the fantasy stay in the closet.”
She looked at my hand holding hers. I expected her to pull her hand away, but she didn’t – she just looked at me, strangely implacable again, but that beautiful blank face bothered the hell out of me.
I asked Megumi – “has anyone had ever told you that you are beautiful? Has a boy or girl ever said that to you?” She shook her head, then said a girl from Osaka once kissed her for no reason, and she liked it. She said it was like a door had been unlocked inside her. I told her that was what it was, like a door opening - an unlocking of the person from a room. But love is like that for both sexes.
Oh no, she whispered. I don’t feel that way with boys. Only girls. In gym class, I look at girls and it is very difficult for me. I find it scary and yet exciting. But the coming out of the locked room...
She looked at me, and smiled. “Yes,” she whispered. “That’s what it felt like...” She seemed to be remembering something. She exhaled slowly, as though a huge weight was suddenly lifting from her slender shoulders.
“Megumi, I need to say this...cos it’s what every girl in this house thinks about you. You are a very beautiful girl. I just have a nice feeling about you. You are very attractive. It’s not wrong to feel different.”
“It’s not?...” she whispered, her eyes boring into me like lasers.
“No,” I answered. “None of us can help that...it's how we are. Other people will say the same thing.”
“Did they? Did the girls say that...?”she asked slowly. I nodded.
Her eyes gazed back at me, a strange far-off dreamy look on her face now. “I didn’t know what to think when I came here,” she said quietly. “I didn’t know meeting these girls and ...and you...would make me...”
“Megumi, it’s just a girls’ weekend horsing about. Don’t worry about anything. See these hands...?” I said suddenly. “If anyone ever told me to stop doing what I was doing with my hands, I would stop. They are in charge. The girls are fun to be with, they might get footloose sometimes, but it’s just fun. We trust each other. In fact not all of them are really gay, some are just sort of experimenting and curious about what it’s like. Kissing and stuff, I mean. You don’t do anything you don’t feel okay with. I understand, Megumi...”
She squeezed my hand. I could feel her draw closer to me, her eyes were exploring my entire face, looking for any sign of falseness. I saw longing and desire in those dark gorgeous eyes looking back at me. God, she was so beautiful, if only she could ...
Then she touched my mouth with her finger, and felt its softness, she seemed to cup my chin in her palm, I felt myself smile and I cupped her hand in mine - then her big dark eyes fixed on me, heavy with emotion and expectation - and I knew it was coming. Her breathing was heavy. She closed her eyes, raising her head oh so slightly. I kissed her softly on the mouth. A bare touch, a brushing of the lips. Then I kissed her gently again, then again, seeking affirmation - and she kissed me back, opening her mouth and pressing herself against me. We kissed like this, very slowly, her lips were soft and moist, and her mouth opened, and I snuck my tongue inside and found hers. Her moans were soft and erotic. Then I put my arm around her waist. She was like a baby in my arms. Delicate and soft. But so sweet and delicious too. I asked her was she okay. She seemed to be holding her breath or something. She looked at me, her eyes soft as moonlight. I told her to breathe through her nose. She grinned and barely nodded. We kissed again, her skin soft and smooth on my lips. I could sense my yearning tugging at me, like someone on a rope. She was not experienced. But she had this thing inside her. She needed to awaken that spirit that was dormant in her bosom. It was like a shout that hadn’t ever been heard. I was quite smitten by her beauty and innocence. Perhaps too innocent...
Suddenly there was a knock at the bedroom door. Shit. Someone was trying to turn the handle and couldn’t open it. Megumi awoke as if from a dream, and immediately pulled away from me. I stood up, cursing like a devil. Who is it? I hissed. No answer. Who the hell is there? I asked more louder...Was it Ronda? Was she drunk and in the mood for a scrap? Was it Debra, ready to be taken to her bedroom by me and off to another sexual dimension in her empty bed? I unlocked the damn door, thinking whoever this was – their timing was lousy! Turning the key and stepping back - I flung the door open...
(Part 3 here...)
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Chapter extract from a forthcoming book by Cassy Mantis (aka Cheeky Girl) All text copyright (c) 2010 - 2014 Cassy Mantis. All rights reserved.