I was still getting used to the fact that this was my life for the next few months. The summer before college, I was expecting to be working the entire summer before I started college, not spending the summer at a luxurious mountain house.

Even though my mom kicked me out, I still have a credit card linked to her that she didn't get rid of, and I offered to pay for certain things such as food and coffee with Heather, but she never allowed me to.

The morning after we hooked up for the first time, I couldn't help but to feel a bit shy, however Heather acted completely normal. As we walked out to lay by her pool together, both in our bikinis, she gave me an appreciative once over and a wink, which made my face grow warm.

We each lay out on a chaise lounge by the pool. Heather looked relaxed as the sun beat down on her already tanned skin, and her eyes were closed.

"Can I ask you something?"

I turned to her and said, "Of course."

She still had her eyes closed as she asked, "How are you truly dealing with getting kicked out by your mom just for being gay? It doesn't seem to bother you much on the surface."

I paused for a moment before answering, "Well, to be honest, my mom was never around much growing up. She was constantly working. It's not really her that I miss, more the stability of having a parent to live with."

"That makes sense. You're an only child, right?"

"I am. My mom got pregnant after a one night stand with a married man that wanted nothing to do with her. The only thing I know about him is that his name is John."

Heather opened her eyes and turned to me, "Then what's the deal with your mom? Why is she homophobic?"

"Believe it or not, she's actually quite religious. She always has been. Made me go to Church every Sunday."

Heather raised her dark eyebrows, "Yet she got pregnant after sleeping with a married man?"

I laughed, "Yeah, I always think that."

"So, how was it growing up going to Church every Sunday while being gay?"

"Terrible. I used to pray every single night that God would make me 'normal'. Then I'd wake up in the morning upset because I still had feelings for girls. When I was 15 I just accepted it, that I'm a lesbian. I stopped going to Church with my mom, which pissed her off."

"How did she find out that you're gay?"

I tensed up a bit, the night flooding back to me that she found out.

"Well, I had a secret girlfriend for about 6 months, Kiana. We broke up a few months before I moved. Kiana made me a scrapbook with pictures of us. My mom found it in my drawers when she was looking for a shirt she thought I took from her closet. I don't even know why I still had the scrapbook even after we broke up. Anyway, all hell broke loose. She kicked me out, and I wound up calling my Aunt, who is really open minded and not religious. I didn't know who else to call."

"I'm sorry, Alice. You didn't deserve to have that happen to you."

"Thank you," I looked down, my chest still tight, "I assume your parents were fine with your sexuality?"

Heather nodded, "I know I'm lucky for that. I told them when I was 13. They hardly even batted an eye."

"I wish my mom was like that. I don't know if I'll ever speak to her again."

"If anything, she should be the one to reach out to you. She's the parent. It's her responsibility to not suck as one."

"You're right about that," I nodded.

Heather was quiet for a moment, and she then said, "Lucy was going to come up to visit in a couple of weeks, and then Edwin and Mallory sometime in July. Is that fine with you?"

"Of course. It's your house, I'm just along for the ride. Maybe Lucy will be here on my birthday."

"Wait, when's your birthday?"

"June 20th. I'll be 19. I'm realizing I don't even know your birthday."

"Halloween, I'll be 20."

I chuckled, "Why does it seem fitting that Halloween is your birthday?"

"Because it is. My parents held me back a year when I was younger, why I am bit older than you yet in the same graduating class."

A few moments passed, and Heather then looked at me, "I just want to make sure you're fine with what happened last night?"

"More than fine. Why do you ask?"

Heather shrugged, "Just wanted to check. I meant what I said when I promised you that we could do much more."

I couldn't help but smile, "I'd like that."

Heather grinned, "So would I."

I wondered when we would do more. Soon, hopefully.

Maybe even tonight?

That night Michelle's family was hosting a get together at their house. Like all the other houses, they had a spacious backyard with a massive pool and a fire pit as well.

Michelle was a lovely girl, easily one of the friendliest people I'd ever met. She sat down next to me as we all sat around the firepit, drinks in hand.

"I'm so glad you're here," she said to me, our shoulders touching, "I know that you and Heather haven't been friends for super long either, but it feels like you've been friends forever."

"It does feel like we've known each other for longer than we have," I grinned at Michelle, "I'm really glad to be here too, by the way."

"Heather seems happier with you being here as well."

Before I could respond, Haley walked up to us and sat down on the other side of Michelle, "What are you two talking about?"

"I was just saying to Alice that I'm really happy she's here," Michelle replied to Haley.

Haley stared at me with her ocean blue eyes, "Alice, I wasn't sure about you in the beginning, I'll be honest. But I'm glad you're here. It's been nice getting to know you."

"I'm not sure whether to take that as an insult or a compliment, but thank you, I guess?" I looked at Haley.

Haley surprised me by laughing as she said, "Take it as a compliment."

The five of us, along with Michelle's younger brother, Andre, made s'mores by the firepit. We all had a buzz going, Julian the most out of anyone.

"Julian, stop waving around that flaming marshmallow!" Michelle laughed, "You're drunk!"

Julian chucked and stuck his tongue out at Michelle, "So are you."

"Aren't we all?" Heather responded.

Heather was holding a spear with a blackened marshmallow in one hand, and with her free arm she looped it around me.

"How do you feel about hanging out with me in my room when we get back?" she whispered in my ear, pulling me close.

My breath hitched as I nodded, "Yes."

"What are you two whispering about?" Michelle asked.

"Nothing," Heather said, "Where are the graham crackers? I want another smore."

Once again, Heather drove us separately to Michelle's house, and her parents and Justin stayed later.

"My parents and Michelle's could talk all night long," Heather said to me as she drove, "They won't be home for a while."

Heather then put one hand on my thigh, letting it linger as she drove with the other hand. My heart hammered the rest of the ride home, and after she parked she turned to me and whispered in my ear, "I can't wait to taste you."

I turned my head to face Heather's, and our lips were inches away from each other.

"You're not the only one that wants a taste," I replied softly.

Heather smiled and lightly ran her thumb over my bottom lip.

"My bedroom awaits," Heather whispered, and we both rushed out of her car.

Heather held my hand as she led me up to her room, and when we walked in, the red lights were already glowing.

As we stood in the middle of her room, she immediately started to kiss my neck and her hands gripped my ass.

"Heather," I whispered, "You have no idea how badly I need you right now."

Heather's lips moved from my neck to my hair and she whispered urgently, "Take off your clothes. I want to see all of you."

I moved back a step from Heather and practically tore off my black tank top and jean shorts, leaving me in my bra and thong. Heather stripped from her black romper, leaving her exposed in a lace bra and thong as well. I'd see Heather in bikinis, but something about this felt much more intimate.

In a swift motion, Heather spun me around so that my knees were touching the edge of her bed.

She came up behind me and snaked a hand across my waist and lingered right above my underwear.

"How badly do you want me, pretty girl?" she asked in my ear, lowering her hand ever so slightly.

"So badly," I practically gasped, "I need you, Heather. Now."

I moaned out as Heather cupped me between my legs over my underwear. I was soaked, and I knew she could feel how wet I was as well as she rubbed her palm over my core, causing delightful friction.

"Heather," I moaned softly, "Fuck...I need more."

I yelped in surprise as Heather turned me around and nudged me onto her bed, so that I was sitting on the edge. My legs trembled slightly as Heather sunk to her knees and started to pull down my thong. I quickly removed my bra in the process.

As I was fully exposed in front of Heather, she looked up at me, her eyes sparkling. She then glanced down between my legs, "What a pretty pussy you have, Alice. I'm about to devour you."

"Wait!" I exclaimed as Heather was about to dive in, "I...I said I wanted to taste you as well."

Heather smirked, and her eyes darkened. She then stood up quickly, and I watched as she stripped off her bra and thong, leaving her bare in front of me.

"My god...you are perfect," I breathed, staring at her luscious curves and perky yet full breasts.

"Look who's talking," Heather winked, and she then got on her bed, and lay back, her head hitting the pillow, dark hair spilling out from behind her. She looked at me, "Get on top of me so I can taste you."

I knew exactly what Heather wanted to do, and anticipation bloomed inside of me as I moved my body on top of hers so that my core was aligned with her mouth, and my head was between her legs. Heather gripped my thighs tight, and I moaned loudly as her tongue parted me, gliding in between my folds. In response, I lowered my mouth onto her, and started to swirl my tongue over her clit, omitting a sharp gasp from her mouth.

While Heather seemed to have better control over pleasing me and taking pleasure at the same time, I was putty in her hands. Or mouth, I should say. As she licked, kissed, and sucked my clit, my mouth moved sloppier and more desperately against her as I couldn't help but to moan continuously. I wanted to please her as much as she was me, yet the sensation of her mouth against my core was almost too much to handle.

My thighs tightened around Heather as I started to reach my peak, my moans growing louder and more desperate as I still yearned to please her.

"Heather," I gasped, "I'm...so...close..."

The surge of pleasure in between my legs made me work harder to bring her to the same place, and I sucked on her bud, making her gasp against me and buck her hips to my mouth.

Heather moved one of the hands that gripped my thighs, keeping me in place, in between my legs, and moments after she added her fingers, I came undone.

I moaned loudly against her core, grinding against her face to evoke as much pleasure as possible. Seconds later she followed, gasping against me as well, still using her tongue to carry me through my orgasm.

We stayed in the same position for a few moments, coming down from our high.

My mouth was slick as I got off Heather, and when I looked at her, I could see that her mouth was wet as well, embellished by the red glow of the room.

That didn't stop her from kissing me, long and passionately.

"To be continued," she smiled at me, her breath ragged.