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Mixed Bag - Chapter Nineteen
Karen (Part 3)
by Kylie X
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Story Codes: F/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial
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"Shhh…" Karen was giggling, tip-toeing into my room a couple weeks later with a gallon jug of wine and a couple plastic cups.
"What are you doing?" I gasped. "You're crazy! Where did you get that?"
We weren't allowed to have alcohol in the dorm. Even if one of the girls was over twenty-one, and I don't think any of the freshmen were, it was against the rules. Having a huge bottle of wine was insane, but Karen could be like that sometimes, and that was what made her so much fun. She was a lot more spontaneous than I was. More adventurous, I guess you could say, and I envied that about her.
"Nobody's gonna find out, Kylie." She was flopping on my bed, working to open the jug. "We need to relax, God! Those tests sucked."
"Yeah, no doubt." I had to agree with that. It had been a long week of mid-terms and we'd survived, at least until next Thursday when results were posted.
"Here…" Karen smiled, lifting her eyebrows as she handed me a glass.
I turned on my little Ipod and it was plugged into some little speakers on the floor by my bed. I had it on random and Ravel started playing, which always reminded me of the old Star Trek TV show, the one with Captain Kirk in it. Don't ask me why, it's a Kylie Thang, as people say when I make odd connections like that.
"Oh! I've heard that before, what is it?" Karen looked around as if she could see the music.
"Bolero," I said. "Ravel."
"Cool," she grinned at me. "Never heard of him."
"What?" I drank half my wine, just because I like the stuff, even the cheap white wine that came in jugs.
"I just never knew anyone into classical music," Karen shrugged. "It's pretty cool."
"Yeah, I dunno." I giggled self-consciously. I didn't think any of my interests were very interesting.
"I thought all you black people were into jazz or something." Karen had already finished her glass and she was pouring again.
"Gangsta rap?" I laughed.
"No, no…I mean, the sophisticated black people." She stuck her tongue out at me.
"Sophisticated black people?" I rolled my eyes and slid over so I could sit next to her, the two of us leaning against the wall and I held my glass out for more wine.
"Yeah, you know." She poured slowly. "You're going to college; you know how to talk…" She giggled and almost spilled. "…I mean, I dunno."
"You sound almost disappointed," I chuckled softly.
"With you? No way."
"We all like fried chicken though," I said with a straight face and Karen stared at me.
"God! Did I sound like that?" She was turning red and looking away. "I'm sorry."
"A little," I shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
"Just slap me or something when I talk stupid, okay?" Karen offered me a smile and I giggled.
"Blame it on television," I told her. "That's what I do."
"Heh!" She nodded at that and we had some more wine.
I knew Karen wasn't prejudiced, but even saying the simplest things can make it seem that way sometimes. Everybody does it too and some of my black friends were the worst. I did it and when I caught myself I felt like a fool. I suppose I'd just made a point of it that one time so I wouldn't ever have to again. We could put it behind us with no hard feelings and laugh about it later, especially since that jug of wine was probably going to knock us on our butts. I could already feel it warming my tummy.
Karen was straightening her legs and she wore a pair of denim cutoffs, all frayed and loose, and a plain blue halter top above that. Her left leg touched my right, resting lightly against it because all I was wearing was a pair of white bikini panties and a tight Hane's For Her tank top. That was what I usually wore to bed and I'd been getting ready to crash when my friend had shown up. I looked at our legs, her pale skin against my dark skin, but I didn't try to move or anything. I felt her though, her thigh against mine, her calf, and it made me…I don't know. I wanted to move, but I didn't.
"Hey, before I get drunk and forget, what are you doing this weekend?" Karen asked me.
"Ummm…I don't know, going home probably," I shrugged. "Why?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to come to my place, my house," she said. "My dad's taking off on a hunting trip or something. I thought it might be nice to get away from everything."
"Where's that? Hastings, right?" I asked and she nodded.
"It's not far, just an hour," Karen smiled. "It's not exciting or anything."
"Yeah, sure," I agreed with a smile. "Sounds like fun."
"Cool," she sighed with a happy "Hmmm…"
"How's that piercing?" I asked, just to make conversation.
"My clit?" Karen giggled as I gave her a little look, one that she knew well by then. Karen had quickly realized I was easily embarrassed, mostly at myself, and she thought it was cute. "It's great, all healed and everything. Wanna see it?"
"Uh…" I gasped a little and shook my head. "No, that's okay."
"Okay." She was pouring us more wine and that stuff was going down easy.
I could feel it like a pleasant little rush, starting in my tummy and spreading. I'd only been drunk twice in my whole life and I hadn't liked it very much, but a little wine, a little relaxed buzz, yeah, I was all up for that right about then.
We drank half the jug over the next half hour and that was a lot for two girls, especially when one of them is me, and I was pretty giggly. We were talking about school mostly, boring stuff, but still funny if you're a student and have to live there. You know. The jug was on the floor now, our empty glasses on the nightstand next to my bed and I think we'd both agreed that enough was enough. We were at the perfect place and I liked it.
"Kylie…"
"Hmmm?" I was smiling and I turned to look at her.
She kissed me then, on the lips softly, bringing a hand to touch my face, just her fingertips.
"Karen…I…" I blinked at her, looking into her soft blue eyes and my heart was beating fast. I was so scared, not just for me, but for her too. I didn't want to hurt her.
"I'm sorry…just…I had to kiss you, just once…" She was sucking her bottom lip.
"I'm not gay," I said, almost wishing I was.
"I could make it nice for you, Kylie," Karen said. "Drink some more wine, okay? We'll have some more and…"
"No…Karen…" I frowned, reaching for her as she leaned away from me, reaching for the bottle.
"I'm acting like an idiot, huh?" She nodded finally, sitting up and drawing her arms around her knees, resting her chin in the valley between.
"You're just…lonely," I said, swallowing hard and looking for the right words. I wanted to touch her, to comfort Karen somehow, but I was afraid, so I just sat there.
"I should go," she cleared her throat. "I'll, uh…"
"No, stay here, okay? Please?" I did touch her then, on the shoulder, rubbing her gently. "We're still friends."
"Okay." She looked at me. "Did you ever want something you couldn't have?"
"God! All the time," I giggled and then I sighed, because the thing she couldn't have was something I could give her, and that made it different.
"White boys?" Karen rolled her eyes and sat up. "Let's have more wine, I need it."
"I don't know…" I started, but then I didn't want Karen to think I was afraid she was trying to get me drunk. "Yeah okay. Let's just pass out."
We laughed at that and I reached for the cups. We finished off the gallon, but I didn't remember it. I just remember laughing a lot and laying down, listening to Karen sing. She had a nice voice, a surprising voice, and she was singing along with Sting, 'Roxanne' as it played through my little speakers under the bed and I closed my eyes. Feeling her next to me, someone just holding me was nice.
I blinked at the sunlight coming through my windows and my head hurt, but only a little. I was just foggy mostly, feeling very slow. I had to think about where arms and legs were before they would move and then I realized someone was next to me under the sheet. Someone warm and soft and snoring lightly.
I moved just enough so I could see her. Karen, sleeping peacefully with one arm over my tummy and her right leg over my left. It wasn't uncomfortable, but I needed a bathroom bad and I was just a bit nervous, trying to remember if anything had happened, but feeling sure that it was all okay. We were still dressed at least and I figured that was a good sign. Truthfully though, I hadn't been so drunk I couldn't remember the night before, I was just worried that if I couldn't, like how would I know?
"Shhhh…" I shushed Karen as she murmured softly when I moved from under her and she didn't wake up. I grabbed my bathrobe and a towel and headed for the community bathrooms and showers.
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Tuesday night I dragged Karen to a mixer. She resisted me at first, but it was my turn and I wouldn't let her say no. I always went with her and now it Karen's turn to indulge me.
"Who knows?" I teased my best friend as I watched her get slowly dressed. "You might meet some hot blonde and…"
"Named Bambi?" Karen giggled.
"I was thinking Tiffany," I stuck my tongue out at her. "You should wear skirts more often. You've got great legs."
"My little short legs?" Karen fixed the clasp on her skirt, black and red plaid with long thin pleats that fell just above her knees. I think she got it second hand from a thrift shop and it looked like half of a catholic schoolgirl uniform.
"I'm serious," I told her. "You should show off a little more."
"I hate wearing skirts," Karen sighed. "I feel…Scottish."
"Scottish?" I laughed and tried not to stare at the girl. That skirt and the dark panties beneath it was all Karen was wearing at the moment. Her smallish breasts were pointed upward with long, puffy brown nipples and they liked to move around.
"Hmmm…I'm not much for blouses either," she said, looking through her closet.
"Just wear a t-shirt," I shrugged. "That'll be cool."
I was wearing a somewhat shorter skirt than Karen's, a tight knit mini-skirt in baby blue and a black blouse over that. It wasn't silk, but it looked like it and the material liked to cling to my bra, so I'd ditched it. There were going to be a lot of guys at the party and I really was starting to get desperate for a boyfriend, or at least a one night stand in some white boy's bedroom. I'd been spending too much time with Karen, both of us bewailing our non-existent love lives.
At least I had Rodney though. Karen only had me and that was why I was bringing her along. The thing with Karen was that she wasn't looking for a one night stand with anyone, she wanted the real deal and that was a much harder proposition no matter who you were. I'll admit that I was feeling sympathetic. You can't be best friends with someone and not feel empathy for them and Karen was doing everything right, if I'd stopped to think about it. If I'd been of a suspicious mind and could have actually imagined the girl being so devious.
Day by day I was becoming more comfortable with her. I could tell Karen anything and she'd listen. She'd laugh when it was funny, frown when it wasn't, and generally make me feel good about myself and the world around us. I could trust her enough to get drunk and pass out in bed with her. Even the one half-drunken kiss she'd given me, like the goodnight peck on her cheek I'd given her, had been perfectly imperfect. I wasn't queer, but the thought was in my head from time to time that I had the power to make Karen happy. I just tried not to pursue that line of reasoning, opting instead for the hope that Karen would somehow find a real girlfriend.
"Ta-dah!" Karen laughed, making fun of herself now that she was dressed and had fixed her face with the bare minimum amount of makeup a college girl could wear and get away with.
"About time!" I smiled at her.
"Do I look okay?" Karen asked and she was definitely cute now.
As a tomboy she most often looked like a sixteen year old boy, albeit a rather feminine one. But now, all dressed up, Karen looked like the cute nineteen year old freshman she was and it was nice. Her short blonde hair was fluffed up into sort of a punk bed head, her blue eyes were bright and a little red lipstick really made a surprising difference. Karen's braless breasts were obvious beneath a golden t-shirt with the university logo across the front, and like I said, the girl had some real legs, even if they were white as snow and a little short maybe. They still looked pretty good to me.
"You look great," I nodded, standing up as I'd been sitting on her bed. "Ready to go?"
"I look like a total femme," Karen took a last look at herself in the mirror.
"Some girls like that look," I offered. "Right?"
"Yeah," Karen nodded and she was looking at me. "Some girls."
The mixer was supposed to be non-alcoholic, since it was an official university event for freshman and most of us were well under the legal drinking age. But wherever you get a couple hundred college kids together for dancing and socializing and a plain old good time, the drinking wasn't going to be very far away.
"What is it?" I asked Karen, who had found us some refreshments soon after arriving.
"Peppermint schnapps, I think," she shrugged. "It's good."
"It's hot!" I grimaced after taking a little too large of a swallow. She'd gotten us big 16 ounce cups and they were half-full, easily. That one drink was going to put me on my butt if I wasn't careful.
It was a regular college mixer and if you've been to one, you've been to all of them. The music was too loud, the venue was the Student Commons, outdoors in the center of campus with lights strung up in the trees and on poles decorated with blue and gold bunting. A lot of college kids were there, most of the freshman class it seemed to me, and Karen and I stayed close together as we moved through the crowd, pausing here and there to say hello to people we barely knew.
I did finish my drink and so did Karen and I had a pleasant, warm and fuzzy buzz going on. Enough so that I didn't say no when Karen told me she wanted to dance. A lot of girls were dancing together and so it wasn't a big deal, but I'd been giving and getting some eye contact with a few guys, a few white guys that made my tummy tingle. They were all of a type too, my type, rather tall and athletic looking, with short blonde or brown hair and blue eyes. Man! I was a sucker for a blonde guy with blue eyes and muscles and…
"Uh-oh," Karen giggled as the music slowed way down just a few minutes after we'd found the dance floor.
"Hmmm…" I shrugged and grinned at my best friend. "Are you going to lead?"
"Yeah!" Karen smiled back with happy surprise and I think she expected me to walk away rather than give her a slow dance.
Of course it wasn't real dancing so she didn't actually lead me at all. I put my hands on her shoulders and Karen's were on my hips. It was fun and we could actually talk without shouting now. I noticed most of the other girls had left the dance, leaving mostly couples and a bit more room to maneuver, but we weren't moving a whole lot anyway. Karen was content to hold me gently and we just moved slowly, shuffling our feet and smiling.
"I wish I was taller," Karen sighed and she was a good six inches shorter than me, her eyes about even with my breasts and she'd noticed that right away.
"Are you sure?" I teased her and Karen actually blushed a little as she realized I'd caught her.
"Any sign of Mr. Right?" she asked, changing the subject.
"Maybe," I shrugged and I could see one of those boys I'd been playing eye games with standing nearby. "But I think he's shy."
"Heh!" Karen snorted at that.
"What?" I looked down at her.
"You look like an underwear model, Kylie," Karen said. "You probably scare the hell out of him."
"I do not," I giggled.
"Hmph…You have no idea," she sighed.
I almost frowned at that because Karen would know what she was talking about. She saw me pretty much like any white guy would, except she was probably a little biased since we were already friends. I'm attractive though, I knew that, and I did know that some men found beautiful women intimidating. I wasn't an underwear model though and I was just buzzed enough that the idea was keeping a happy smile on my lips.
"Any sign of Tiffany yet?" I asked and Karen shrugged.
"Bambi, you mean?" She glanced around. "Maybe. There's a couple girls here who look good enough to eat in bed."
"What?" I laughed at her. "Don't tell them that!"
"Nah, I wouldn't be that brave," Karen admitted with a longing look into my eyes and I felt a bit of heat growing inside me.
We didn't say anything for the next few minutes, until the song was almost over. The guy I was interested in was talking with a couple friends of his, holding a drink and watching me dance with Karen. Everytime I looked over, which was too often probably, I caught his eyes on me and that was making me warm too. He was interested and I was wondering how to get the man to introduce himself.
"Maybe we should advertise," I said with a small grin and Karen gave me a curious look.
"What do you mean?" she wondered.
"I mean, do something kind of…sexy," I played my tongue across my bottom lip.
"Sexy?" Karen laughed lightly. "I'm sorta new to this whole mixer meeting people thing, remember?"
"Me too," I nodded. "But I know guys like it when girls kiss."
"Kiss?" Karen's blue eyes got a little bigger and I knew she wanted to push those cute little glasses up her nose. "You've been watching too many Girls Gone Wild videos, Kylie."
"You don't think so?" I asked her and I wasn't totally clear on what I was doing or why, but I was pretending pretty good. "We might get Bambi's undivided attention."
"You're serious? I thought you were teasing me," Karen laughed and the song was ending. "If you want to kiss me…"
I did kiss her, even as she said the words, telling myself I was doing it just to show my blonde stud how hot and sexy I really was. Guys love lesbians, everyone knows that, and I was willing to lie if it got me ten minutes alone with an attractive man so I could sell him on the idea of asking me out. Karen didn't mind, I'll tell you that much. I surprised her, but my dyke friend recovered quickly and for a second I wondered if I'd bitten off more than I could chew.
She pulled my hips to hers with one hand and the other was in my hair. Her tongue pushed into my mouth with a sense of urgency, almost desperation it seemed to me. I'd never been kissed so aggressively in my life and Karen may have imagined this was her one and only chance to possess me. I moaned and my hands were on her back and shoulders and I'd intended it to be a sexy little French kiss, like three seconds long maybe? But this was going on and on! Karen holding my head while she worked her jaw and kept our lips tightly sealed. Her surprisingly long tongue was exploring me everywhere, playing across mine and reaching for my tonsils it seemed.
It was a serious, serious kiss and after a good half minute or so, I was gasping for air, feeling my lips bruised and swallowing our mixed saliva. A lot of people had stopped to watch us, making Karen and me the center of attraction for the moment and it took a few seconds before we both realized it. Karen giggled nervously, pushing up her glasses and letting me go. I was nodding and licking my lips, determined to lose myself in the crowd and find something strong to drink. I felt a little confused actually, a little giddy, and my heart was beating fast. That kiss hadn't been part of my plan at all.
"Wow!" Karen was still pretty pink in the cheeks a couple minutes later as we found a guy selling peach wine coolers out of the trunk of his car.
"I think that was a little over-the-top," I said, looking back at the mixer half a block away now. When I run away, I run all the way.
"Oh," Karen had been all smiles, and it was hard for her to stop even as she tried to look contrite. "I'm sorry, Kylie. I didn't mean to…"
"It's okay," I said after drinking half of my wine cooler and it was slightly warm, but I didn't care. "I just didn't expect, um…you know."
"Do you want to go back?" Karen asked me, glancing towards the music and she was drinking her wine quickly as well.
"Nah," I laughed and gave Karen a little bump with my shoulder. "You kiss like a guy, you know that?"
"I do?" Karen laughed too, relieved that I wasn't totally pissed, even though it had been my idea in the first place. "Well, yeah. You kiss like a girl."
"Heh!" I rolled my eyes and resigned myself to the fact that it was going to be another lonely night for Kylie. That guy had to think I was seriously gay after watching me make out with Karen. Him and all his friends, I sighed.
"Come on," Karen tugged at my hand. "We're all dressed up and it's too early to go home."
"Where are we going?" I asked, taking a second to finish my wine.
"I dunno," Karen shrugged. "Shopping."
"Shopping?" I blinked at her and Karen just grinned.
To be continued…
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