thegingernut

  You know you can only have so many dates where you cuddle up on the couch and watch… you know I can't remember actually. We must have been watching something, right? I know there was a TV and snuggling on the couch. But it slips my mind what piece of media we were specifically consuming. Maybe owlhouse?

  Now in most of America your options for cheap dates besides that are limited. But when you literally live in the mountains, not going for a hike in the wilderness is like living in Disneynd and never going on spsh mountain. (I suppose mountain dates are free in general if you don't count the time and gas to get there but you get my meaning)

  Alice was wearing the green dress. The Jane of the jungle one we'd bought on that fateful first outing. She had the nerve to look amazing in it. I was wearing my usual jeans and tee-shirt combo, based on the assumption there would be no dancing and if there was dancing there was no shame in looking unprepared for it. The slogan on today's tee read "School is for Brainwashing".

  You might think it weird for someone so invested in her education to own something like that. You'd be right, I was finding a bunch of stuff I didn't remember buying recently. On the other hand, you can know the history of schooling whilst also valuing knowledge and education. And if you're not naturally gifted in a particur subject then having someone to hold your head under that metaphorical water is to your own benefit.

  The forest was a delight to every sense. The air carried the scents of flowers and dirt. The light filtering through the leaves had an ethereal quality to it, like we could grow lost and find ourselves in the court of some faery lord. That was a very real concern actually. I had no evidence to support the existence of the fair folk, but I had every reason to believe in magic and fae are considerably more likely to exist in a world that contains magic than one that does not. I wonder if the rules whispered on the wind about them, the not eating their food nor accepting their gifts but also the showing them no slight might hold true.

  The truth of witches was far from what I'd always heard. I've never met a witch who could fly on a broomstick. Except maybe Jessica. That was flying of a sort, though no broomstick was required and it gave me violent motion sickness.

  At st we came to a break in the trees, overlooking a valley with a crystal blue ke. It was a long way down. I'd probably die if I fell. I set out the bnket a long way from the edge. The view might not be as good, obstructed by the precipice. But my heart would be all the better for it. From my borrowed basket I extracted a bottle of mountain dew (more for the pun of drinking mountain dew with a mountain view than any particur preference for the stuff over any other soda on the market, which my brain was feeling WAY too proud of) and two pstic crystal flutes. I poured out soda into both gsses and pced the bottle back in the basket.

  We raised our gsses. "Here's to living close to unspoiled nature" I said and then clinked our gsses together and took a gulp. "Ow!" noted Alice. Carbonated drinks were still a retively new concept for her. I smiled and gazed upon the frankly excellent view, improved by the blonde cutie beside me. She raised her gss. "Here's to having plenty of private pces where nobody will disturb you to do gay things with your girlfriend" she smirked. "Cheers!" I replied.

  From the basket I brought out a pizza that might have been shaped to fit in it. (It had). Freshly made this afternoon, and still piping hot. It had not taken the baker long at all to grasp the concept. Of course, the tomato sauce was made by another party, one who was good with herbs. But the baker made the doughy base and the baker actually had an oven good enough to cook it in. It was a simple affair, just cheese and tomato. But I guess you need to perfect walking before you start altering your sausage recipe to create pepperoni.

  "Do you think you'll ever want to have sex?" asked Alice. I mulled over the question over a bite of "shockingly good for something who's creator hadn't heard of a tomato st month" pizza. "I don't know. I always kind of assumed I'd grow into it, same as everyone but… Now you tell me everyone else my age has already grown into it? Maybe I'm just a te bloomer? Its certainly possible that the wrong puberty failed to instil the intended feelings in my brain, and when the E's had a chance to work its magic I'll be gayer than ever before!" I pondered aloud.

  "I don't have any E either, and I still wanna let you bite my boobs and maybe stick one of those toys Charlie recommended in me" she said. "Okay um… so first off, you do have a little bit of E in your system. Its not men have T and women have E, both have both just in different ratios. Secondly you really shouldn't talk to Charlie about that sort of thing, xe're a bad influence and xe're going to corrupt you" I replied.

  "If this is what being corrupted feels like I don't want to be normal" countered Alice. I struggled to come up with a rebuttal and then realized that Alice was the normal one and I was the weird one and let out a sigh. "Ugh! Why'd they go and complicate things with this split attraction shit? Why can't I just be a real lesbian? That would be so much easier!" I excimed.

  I felt Alice's breath on my neck. Warm and sweet. She pced a finger on my suddenly burning cheek. "Real lesbian? That blush looks real enough to me!" she giggled. I smiled involuntarily. "Shut up" I squeaked in protest. She licked something off my cheek. My blush may have darkened, though I couldn't tell you for sure. There were no mirrors for miles. There wasn't much of anything except me and her and nature for miles.

  "Does it not bother you? That I don't want you in the same way you want me? That I don't need the things you need?" I told my own budding boobs, because I was having a lot of trouble making eye contact at that specific moment. She wrapped her arms around me. "I suppose it bothers me a little. I don't even know what's the difference between sex and what you want. Charlie says that biting me and drinking my blood is basically sex. And it made me feel a real deep connection to you so… Why doesn't that count? Why doesn't that make you uncomfortable?" she asked.

  "I guess different people feel differently about different actions?" I said. "To be honest, I don't know what the biting was about myself. My brain just kinda hiccuped. I didn't really feel any sort of arousal from the act" I mused. "Would you do it again?" she asked. "I mean, sure? I wouldn't really get anything out of it but if it makes you happy… Okay then I'd get your happiness out of it which is a good enough reason on its own" I answered.

  "Would you do it right now?" she asked with an impish grin. "I'd rather not, I don't like blood fvoured pizza. Or at least I don't think I do and this pizza is too good to waste on such an experiment" I replied. "Do you like the fvour of dy bits?" she asked. "You know I've never checked, and I suppose I can't know for sure without empirical evidence" I replied. "What about the fvour of boob?" she asked. "You watched me bite Leah on the boob while we were watching that stupid horror movie about that lesbian who turns other girls into evil lesbians who rip boys limb from limb by biting them" I pointed out. "But did you like the taste?" she teased. "I mean yeah, it was okay" I replied.

  I noticed her gss of mountain dew was empty. I quickly emptied my own, so I could pour us each another without it looking… I dunno, it just sounded awkward in my head alright? Before I could swallow, Alice leaned over and stole it with a kiss. An indirect kiss stolen with a direct kiss. Optimal gay efficiency. She swallowed.

  "I was *LITERALLY* about to pour us both another gss you brat!" I excimed. She stuck her tongue out. I fixed her with a cold stare. She began drifting toward me. For whatever reason I decided to py gay chicken with a gay girl. She licked my neck. Well I was blushing already, can't die if your a ghost and all that. She then began pnting a trail of kisses from my colr bone to my earlobe. I lost the steam required to keep the cold stare going. She was too close to notice I was no longer pouting anyway. I refilled our gsses.

  For a while we just watched the ke. Then Alice broke the silence. "Hey Nessie, what do you think you'll do when you're too old for school?" she asked. "Well my pn was to go to colge and make lots of gay friends. But I guess I already cleared that tter step. Maybe I'll take all my gay friends to colge with me" I replied. "What's colge" she asked. "Its like an extra school you can go to to learn something actually useful, like how computers work, or how animals work, or what happens if you mix certain substances together" I replied.

  "What do you want to learn in colge" she asked. "I dunno. I never really thought about it. I just wanted to go there because they're hives of gay activity according to my father. I suppose history? I like history" I rambled. "Can you learn how to make the potion you use to make yourself more like a girl in colge?" she asked. "I believe so, but you need specialist equipment that we can't have in town for any amount of money" I replied. "I think I'd want to learn anyway. It sounds interesting" she mused. "Probably is" I smiled.

  There was a dip in the conversation while we polished off the st of the pizza. Once that was done we helped each other remove tomato sauce from each others faces. With our tongues. Then our tongues wound up in each others mouths. No idea how to be honest. A couple of minutes afterwards we were forced to come up for air. We both colpsed onto the bnket, panting.

  "You don't get jealous when you see me with Leah the way Rose does. Why?" she asked after a time. "I… I guess Leah can give you something I can't. Its only natural you'd choose her over me. I'm cute at best. She's downright hot!" I said. "Don't say stupid stuff. You're way prettier than she is and even if you weren't you stand up for me when nobody else will. Who'd choose a hot wife over a hot wife who'd threaten to burn down your whole town just to make people be nice to you?" she pouted.

  "Awww, thanks sweetie. That's the nicest… the nicest…" I burst into tears. "Whoa! What bought this on?" she excimed, swaddling my face in her great bust. "Its the… its the damn hormones" I sobbed. "They make everything feel so… they make everything feel!" I cried. She ughed. "Oh. Hey, since you have some money now after the market day, does that mean you've got medicine to spare?" she asked. Words were hard through tears so I just nodded. "Can I try some?" she asked. I nodded again. I'd worry about the logistics ter, right now I was busy crying into a beautiful pillow attached to a beautiful girl.