We did our best not to giggle as we exited the girls’ bathroom together, our book bags slung over our shoulders. Not that anyone would have noticed if we had. They’d probably have thought we’d been talking about boys. I caught Stacy’s guilty smile from the corner of my eye, relieved to see that I wasn’t the only one blushing. Unable to stop myself, I reached out and flipped the hem of her skirt up. Not much, perhaps an in...

“Hurry up, Christina! Why is that you’re always running late on Friday of all days?” A half dozen snarky answers popped into my head; Cause I’m trying to figure out which pair of slutty underwear to wear for my girlfriend, mom? Or Sorry, I was up late having phone sex with my 16 year old lesbian lover again, mom? Or, even better, I needed to email my best friend naked pictures of me to get her all worked up? Not that I’d...