A Chance pt. 3 [ff]

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Lizette kept glancing at the clock on the wall in homeroom. She was certain the second hand was slowing down. It felt like she had been in that uncomfortable chrome and plastic desk for at least a decade waiting for the bell to set her free.

She knew Kimmy better than anyone else. When the text came in the night before about meeting in the park, Lizette knew she was wavering. That was why Lizette kissed her before she could say anything. And it had worked—so far—but Lizette was still afraid that Kimmy would pull away before they could even get started.

Watching Kimmy break up with Tim over the phone had brought relief, even if it was hard to see her learn the truth the hard way. Nicole had told someone about her secret friend-with-benefits in the hall one day as Lizette passed. Then later on she saw Tim and Nicole shooting each other significant looks when they thought no one was paying attention. It wasn’t until he bragged about cheating on Kimmy, just to twist them knife, that Lizette had wanted to kill him.

The bell finally rang, freeing Lizette to grab her book bag to head out into the crowded hallway. She had promised Kimmy to keep her distance for now, knowing that their renewed relationship was fragile. It had been hard to watch her go home alone after that final kiss in the park. Kimmy would be riding the bus to school for now. That would be enough to broadcast the two-year relationship between Kimmy and Tim was over without saying a word.

But for now, Lizette needed to see Kimmy just to make sure she was okay. The sound of raised voices and a silent crowd in the hallway where Kimmy had her locker brought Lizette up at a run.

“Get away from me you two-timing piece of shit,” Kimmy snarled at Tim as Lizette finally pushed through the circle of students around them. “Don’t you ever touch me again.”

For all her fury and pain, Kimmy looked amazing. She was totally put together in her tight jeans, soft boots, and a Wood Creek Athletics t-shirt. Her makeup was flawless, hiding the dark circles Lizette suspected were underneath her eyes. A stylish blue purse hung over one shoulder, swinging as she unloaded on Tim in front of her open locker.

“Ya see? She’s a fuckin’ ice queen!” Tim raised his hands in an appeal for support to the jocks he hung around with. Most of them nodded, but a few looked at Tim with unmistakeable expressions of disapproval. He turned back to Kimmy. “Why the hell do you care that I slept around if you aren’t interested in having sex anyway? I still took you out and treated you nice.”

“Ice queen?” Kimmy’s incredulous tone made it clear she disagreed as she looked him up and down. “Well, it’s hard to thaw in a *broken oven*.” That cut brought a low growl of approval from the women in the crowd.

“Nicole hasn’t complained,” he shot back, raising the stakes by mentioning the other woman by name. Lizette glanced around and saw some shocked looks at his admission, but she didn’t see Nicole herself anywhere. She wondered how long it would take for news of this scene to reach her.

“Considering she’s still regularly hooking up with Reggie and Garrett…” Kimmy let her voice fall away and shot Tim a raised eyebrow. “I guess she doesn’t having that much to complain about after all. But you’re getting sloppy seconds? Thirds? If you’re cool with that, fine. But we’re done.” Kimmy grabbed her book bag from the locker, slammed the door, and stalked away towards her next class.

Apparently, Tim didn’t know about Nicole’s other friends-with-benefits, because his nostrils flared and jaw clenched tight as she left. His buddies came around to console him, but he shook off their hands and bumped Lizette as he passed on his way he opposite direction. *Score one for Kimmy!*

Lizette kept her promise and watched Kimmy’s poised presence from a distance. Kimmy still ran with their old crowd and she sat with them at lunch. Lizette sat at a small table with the friends she’d made after joining the GLAAD support group on campus.

Lizette and Kimmy had both been on the edges of the popular cliques growing up. Not quite rich enough, not quite smart enough, and not quite athletic enough, they had floated on the boundaries between different groups. It wasn’t until Kimmy outed her totally that Lizette found herself—and her erstwhile girlfriend Amanda—stumbling into a support group meeting.

While it was much better than it used to be for students with different sexual orientations, there was still a social stigma associated with being out about it. It didn’t help that many of the group members were a little off anyway. They had odd hobbies and strange personality quirks, and probably would have been outsiders regardless of their sexuality.

It turned out the group was exactly what Lizette had needed at the time. Hearing others grappling with the same kinds of issues and fears helped her deal with her own. Lizette knew without a doubt she was a lesbian. Men made fine friends, but there was absolutely no spark there at all physically. But Amanda had always been more open to new experiences and didn’t feel ready to label herself yet.

“So, who is she?” Amanda said as she sat her tray down on the square lunch table across from Lizette. Christian and Sean were already sitting on either side of her and suddenly looked uncomfortable.

“Who is who?” Lizette asked, pretending she didn’t understand the question.

“We’ve been hooking up for a year and then you dump me overnight. There has to be someone else.” Amanda didn’t look particularly upset as she cut her turkey-like meat byproduct with a plastic fork and knife.

Lizette stayed focused on her bland green beans like they were fascinating. “That’s not why and you know it.”

“I told you I wanted to open our relationship and you’ve been fine with it for months.”

Looking up, Lizette searched Amanda’s face. “You used to talk to me about everything that happened. You never hid what you did or with who. Once you started hiding things, I stopped being okay with it.”

“Who said I’m hiding anything?” Amanda’s red hair and pale complexion made lying impossible, which was one reason Lizette had been willing to trust her in an open relationship. When Lizette kept staring with a cocked eyebrow, Amanda rolled her eyes and sighed as the deep flush crept up her neck. “Fine. His name is Mario. I met him at my coffee shop job. And he’s nice.”

Lizette smiled warmly. “See? Now you and Mario can have some fun and we can all still be friends.”

“But *without* benefits,” Amanda sighed. “Damnit, you’re too good in bed to just let go.”

“And yet it’s still over,” Lizette replied with a broad fake grin.

“See? This is why I’m glad I’m gay,” Christian said directly to Sean. “I meet someone. I ask if they wanna hook up and done. No strings. No questions. Just yum, yum, and here I cum!”

“Exactly,” Sean agreed with an overdramatic sigh that made them all crack up.

Lizette happened to glance past Amanda and saw Kimmy staring at her, pale-faced, ignoring her food and friends. Lizette considered how the interaction around the table might look from Kimmy’s perspective and mouthed, *It’s okay, I promise*.

Amanda caught her doing it and glanced back over her shoulder. “Aw, hell naw.”

“Stop it,” Lizette muttered through what she hoped was a reassuring smile at Kimmy before looking down at her lunch tray.

“You can’t be serious?” Amanda suddenly looked pained and worried. “Your former best friend is switching teams? You’re setting yourself up. This kind of thing *never* works out! Trust me, I know.”

“Drop it,” Lizette mumbled. “It’s none of your business anymore.”

“It’s really *is* a bad idea,” Christian said as he quickly caught up with the looks and comments. “That first relationship. Coming to terms with everything. Coming out.” He shook his head. “If she’s not ready, you can’t force her, Lizzy.”

“Don’t call me Lizzy,” she muttered. They were right. It was probably going to end in a pile of twisted metal, but Lizette couldn’t let her go without trying. Not after feeling Kimmy’s mouth and touching those breasts she’d lusted after for years. “It’s nothing.”

“Isn’t her family part of that culty church out on West Campbell?” Sean asked. “You know, that crazy gay-hating, supporting the abortion doctor killer place?”

Lizette forced her face to relax since Kimmy still looked worried from across the room. “There is nothing going on.”

“And that fact she dumped her boyfriend the morning after you dumped me is pure coincidence,” Amanda said with a dry tone of disbelief.

“Fuck,” Lizette whispered to herself. “I hear you all. I appreciate your concern. But drop it. And don’t out her. Please.” She got her half-eaten lunch tray and walked away without looking back.

Lizette didn’t see Kimmy again until practice after school. They changed without speaking to each other, but Lizette couldn’t resist peeking when Kimmy put on her sports bra. The familiar brown nipples seemed to wink at her until Kimmy covered them with a sigh.

The day had been harder than Lizette had imagined. Even before, when they’d been friends, their constant chatter and closeness had filled her days. Now the silence between them ached, despite Lizette’s hope in their renewed connection.

Then Nicole appeared from around the corner with a sour look on her face.

“What the hell, Kimmy?” Nicole asked while Kimmy was still tying her shoes. “Just because you can’t keep your man satisfied is no reason to drag me into this shit.”

“What the hell, Nicole?” Kimmy answered with sarcasm splattering the walls as she stood up and pushed into Nicole’s space. “You act like my friend and sleep with my boyfriend behind my back?”

“I never went looking for it. And he worked hard to get my attention.” Nicole lifted her hand to show off a sparkling silver bracelet around her slender wrist.

“That goes with the necklace he got me for Christmas,” Kimmy muttered as she stared in disbelief.

Lizette stepped closer as a sense of protectiveness filled her. Moving drew Nicole’s attention and she speared Lizette with a withering look.

“What are you looking at?” Nicole demanded, her chin raised at Lizette.

“A cheap whore,” Lizette growled, moving between them when Nicole frowned. “I’m sick of listening to you talk. Get out of here before I kick your ass.”

For a moment, Nicole sucked in her cheeks like she was considering her options. Then she flipped her hair and walked away while muttering, “Dyke.”

As soon as she was gone, Lizette turned to face Kimmy’s glare

“I thought you broke up with Amanda.” Her voice was full of fear and pain, but she had defiance in her eyes.

“I did,” Lizette whispered back, looking around to make certain they wouldn’t be overheard. “But that doesn’t mean I hate her. Besides, you’re the one who said you wanted to keep some distance for now.”

“I didn’t need your help with Nicole.” Anger and frustration twisted Kimmy’s expression. “Just leave me alone.”

Lizette watched as she stalked away with an ache in her chest. Amanda was right about one thing. It wasn’t going to be easy to keep from being hurt. She jogged out of the locker room, but stayed away from Kimmy during their volleyball practice to avoid antagonizing her again.

At the end of the intense workout of sets and spikes in the sand court, Lizette was about to head in when she noticed Kimmy leaning against the wall next to Coach Karen at the locker room door.

“You two aren’t done. Go run around the whole campus. Go on, get going.”

Kimmy pushed herself away from the wall, ignoring Lizette.

They settled into a steady jog running next to each other for a change. Usually Kimmy set a faster pace with the kind of endurance that left Lizette gasping for breath. As they got out of sight of Coach Karen, Kimmy let out a long sigh.

“You doin’ okay,” Lizette asked.

Kimmy let out a bitter laugh. “Worst day of my life.”

Lizette tried not to let the comment hurt, but it cut her anyway. “How’d it go last night?”

“Dad knew I’d been outside and made me give him my phone. He saw the call from Tim and I had to tell him the truth about that.”

Lizette knew Kimmy’s father had some kind of Jedi mind powers when it came to lying. “And then he called Tim’s dad?”

Kimmy nodded. “They serve on the Elder Board together and have an accountability pledge. So, as if finding out about Tim and Nicole wasn’t bad enough, I had to listen to my Dad telling it his way.” Kimmy dropped her tone to mock her father’s voice. “I hate to share the news, but your son is a liar and reprobate. While he’s been dating my daughter, he’s apparently also been having a sexual relationship with Nicole Goodridge.”

Lizette couldn’t help chuckling. “Sorry, but that was spot on.”

KImmy slowed to a walk, then stopped to turn to Lizette. They were screened from the school by a stand of pines, so Lizette stepped closer to slip her hands around Kimmy’s hips.

At least Kimmy didn’t pull away. In fact, she rested her wrists on Lizette’s shoulders and ran her fingers through her hair. The tingling that shot up Lizette’s back at her touch pushed out a soft moan.

“Tim never made a noise like that,” Kimmy whispered as her eyes darted between Lizette’s eyes and lips. “I like it.”

Lizette felt herself pulled closer and allowed Kimmy to lead the moment. The kiss was light and tender, an exploratory touch that opened into a wet softness. Lizette’s hands moved up Kimmy’s back, pulling her closer. The scent of clean sweat and that familiar personal fragrance made heat bloom low in her stomach.

Their breasts pressed together as they turned their heads to kiss harder. Lizette wanted to push her back into the trees for a more intimate moment, but resisted her impulses. Kimmy needed to feel free to explore more than Lizette needed to satisfy her own desires. When the kiss broke at last, Kimmy was smirking.

“Scrub my back?” she whispered.

Lizette swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Anytime.”

“Then we’d better finish up the run. Race?” she laughed and took off running, glancing behind to make sure Lizette was following.

They made it back in a dead tie, but Lizette assumed Kimmy was taking it easy on her. Both of them were smiling as they panted next to Coach Karen.

“So do we need to do this again tomorrow?” she asked. “Or will you two knock it off during practice.”

“I’m sorry,” Lizette said to Kimmy, hiding her smile as best she could.

“Me, too,” Kimmy said, then turned to Coach Karen. “I’ve been a bitch and I’m sorry.”

“I heard what happened,” Coach Karen said with a bit of sympathy in her expression. “I know how hard it can be hard when you process something like that.”

“I don’t care. Tim and Nicole deserve each other,” Kimmy said with a shrug.

“No,” Coach Karen said with an amused smirk as she looked between the two of them. “Not that. I meant yesterday in the shower. I had to shut my office door. Just keep it down, okay?”

Lizette glanced over at Kimmy’s indrawn breath. Suddenly pale, she wavered as Coach Karen turned and went into the locker room.

“Oh fuck,” Kimmy muttered.

“Don’t worry, she’s cool,” Lizette said as she took her friend by the hand and led her into the locker room. “She’s the sponsor for the school’s GLAAD group. I met her partner, Christine, at the holiday party. She’s really nice.”

But the mood had shifted as they stripped off their gym clothes and grabbed towels. Lizette didn’t push it with Kimmy, but went into the same shower they’d used the day before in hopes she would follow. She left the curtain open as she felt the water warm with her hands.

“Will she tell anyone?” Kimmy asked from behind with a quaver in her voice.

When Lizette looked over her shoulder, Kimmy stood just outside the shower with the towel wrapped tight around her body. Her eyes moved over Lizette’s bare curves.

“Nope,” Lizette said as she pulled her her hand out of the spray. “It’s one of the rules of our support group.”

“But she knows. I’m not sure…” Kimmy looked away and frowned. “I can’t just…”

“Then give yourself some time,” Lizette said. “There’s no pressure from me, I promise. I’m just glad we’re talking again.” It wasn’t just a line, she realized. She meant it. As much as she wanted to be with Kimmy, it was enough to feel the closeness again.

“But I want you,” Kimmy whispered as her eyes moved back up Lizette’s body. Lizette turned and smiled as the hot gaze traveling up her legs and stomach.

“Good,” Lizette whispered as she stepped back into the warm water. “And I can be very quiet if I have to. Can you?”

“Probably not,” she whispered back, then unwound the towel and hung it on the hook outside the shower.

Lizette extended her hand to invite Kimmy into the stall. They came together in the warm spray to kiss with a hotter passion than they had outside behind the trees. Reaching down to squeeze and draw her closer, Lizette ground her own nearly bare mons into Kimmy’s furry nest.

Kimmy seemed more fascinated with her friends breasts and kept one hand between them to stroke Lizette’s nipples into aching points. The water slicked between them, allowing them to slide together as the kiss deepened.

The warmth in Lizette’s stomach followed along with Kimmy’s hand as she moved to cup Lizette’s nearly bare mons. When the kiss broke at Lizette’s gasp, Kimmy watched closely has her fingers moved in rapid circles. Lizette saw something in her expression, something like a plea that moved her heart as much as her body.

“Right there,” Lizette whispered encouragement and saw Kimmy relax a little. “Harder.”

“Cum for me,” Kimmy pleaded.

Knowing how much Kimmy wanted it made the flutters rush faster. Lizette’s mouth opened on it’s own as her stomach clenched down, then a warmth spread out from where Kimmy’s fingers moved, pulsing to a slow end that left her breathless and leaning into the corner.

“I could feel you,” Kimmy whispered in wonder.

Kissing hard, Lizette thanked her with her lips and tongue, showing Kimmy how wonderful it had felt. When they were breathless, Lizette whispered, “See? I can be quiet.”

“I like making you cum. I didn’t expect how… powerful… it would make me feel.” Kimmy searched Lizette’s face.

“I want you,” Lizette whispered between slow kisses.

“I can’t be quiet like you,” Kimmy admitted. “And I’m too embarrassed Coach Karen will hear me.”

“Then when can I see you again?” Lizette asked the question before she could stop how needy it sounded.

“Two more days. I’ll find some way to get out of the house Friday night or die trying. I don’t know how, but I’ll do it.” She thought for a moment. “What about your mother?”

“She’s out of town this weekend for work. We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

Kimmy’s smile broadened. “Good.”

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