Chapter 0 - Not The Only One

Kim Pine knew that she shouldn't have gotten quite so drunk.

Of course, she considered, those words applied to many events in her life. But she needed to get drunk, because without trusty old liquid courage she wouldn't have the guts to say what she needed to say. What she knew she would regret for the rest of her life if she didn't say.

She was the last remaining person at Lisa Miller's off-to-America party, what with the others filtering out over time and Scott and Ramona having left to do couple-y things. It was just her and Lisa and a whole lot of beer.

Speaking of beer...

She finished off her drink and, slowly, looked back at Lisa. Beautiful, confident Lisa, who was resting her chin on her hands and looking at Kim with a fond smile on her face, but her eyes a million miles away. Her face was flushed - she didn't have Kim's inhuman alcohol tolerance or any particular reason to get hammered, but she was at the very least heavily buzzed.

"Well," said Kim, hesitantly. She hated the way the single word came out, it was nervous and awkward and argh why couldn't she just do this like a sane person.

Lisa's eyes snapped back into focus. She blinked and looked at Kim expectantly.

Kim's tongue turned into a lead weight as she tried to speak, and there was a pregnant pause between the two of them.

Lisa, saving the day, smiled and said "Looks like it's just the two of us, huh?"

"Y-yeah," said Kim. Get it together, she told herself. She reminded herself that Lisa was leaving, possibly for good, and she found her resolve. "It's not exactly the first time, is it?"

"Hm?" Lisa looked interested, but puzzled.

"I was just... I was just thinking about high school. When Scott left, it was just the two of us."

"Yeah, you're right," Lisa said with a laugh. God, she was beautiful, her smile lighting up not just her face but the whole of Toronto.

Kim braced her hands against the table, trying not to show how nervous she was. "You know how you and Scott talked? About- about high school, and what you both wanted to happen but never did?"

"Yeah?" Lisa said, her head tilting ever so slightly.

"It's just... he's not the only one who... who had feelings for you. Back then."

Lisa placed her hand on Kim's, and their eyes met. Her eyes were so soft and warm, one could get lost in them if they weren't careful. "What are you trying to say, Kim?"

"I'm trying- I'm trying to say that I did too. Like you. A lot. But I, I never told you. And now you're leaving for America and I might never see you again and - wait, why are you giggling?"

Lisa brought a hand to her mouth, covering an embarrassed grin. "Why do you think, Kim? Because I felt the same way. I had no idea you... wow, I feel so silly now."

Kim blinked. Her freckled face turned scarlet, and she stammered out "R-really?"

"Yeah, really. Um, can you close your eyes for a second? There's something I want to give you."

Kim was confused, both by the request and the revelation, but she closed her eyes and waited.

She was expecting to hear the words "You can open them now," but instead Lisa simply said "Here..."

And then, an explosion of sensation. Something warm and wet and soft pressed into Kim's lips, and Kim's eyes snapped open in shock.

Lisa backed away, blushing. "Sorry," she said. "I've-I've always wanted to know what it was like. To kiss you. You taste good."

Kim turned scarlet. Then she said "S-so do you..."

And then the tension snapped, and the two were all over each other, pushing the heavy table aside and kissing hard enough to pay for the five years' overdue event, with interest.

Thankfully, they still had their clothes on when the restaurant owner came into the room and booted them from the establishment. He was in such a rush to get them out of there he forgot to collect payment for the last round.

The two, blushing hard enough to heat the whole of Canada in midwinter, hurried out of the place, not realizing until two blocks later that they were holding hands.

They separated, and looked around to see where their feet had taken them.

"We're standing in front of a hotel," said Lisa, looking at Kim with something burning in her eyes.

"We are," replied Kim.

"If that's not an act of fate I don't know what is." Then the blush returned, and Lisa struggled to keep eye contact with Kim. "Do-do you want to get a room?"

Kim smiled - a wider and more genuine smile than she could remember ever having before, and she nodded. Her vocal cords appeared to have shut down.

Lisa took Kim's hand again, and the two blushing women walked inside.

They acquired a room as hastily as possible, and they practically ran to the room as soon as they had the key. They stumbled into the room, not so much holding hands as clutching them, and as the door closed behind them they were already kissing again.

Kim was able to really focus on what was happening this time, and she found Lisa's kisses to be far better than she had ever imagined. Her lips were so soft and warm, and her tongue - oh god, her tongue. Kim didn't know how to describe how it felt other than the word 'perfect.'

Lisa took charge, pressing Kim against a wall and exploring Kim's body with her hands while her tongue explored Kim's mouth. Kim felt a rush of electricity as Lisa's hand snaked under her shirt, skin meeting skin.

Kim became aware of just how wet she was, how needy and empty her pussy felt. How badly she wanted Lisa's nimble, dexterous fingers to slip inside and-

-And Kim realized that Lisa had broken off the kiss, was pressing her body against Kim's, and was unbuttoning Kim's pants.

Only then did it really, truly hit her that this was happening. The night she had craved since she was a teenager was finally coming to fruition, and the actual Lisa Miller was actually taking off Kim's clothes.

Lisa pulled the jeans down to the floor, and Kim shakily stepped out of them, slipping off her shoes in the process. Lisa brought her hands up to Kim's plain underwear, Kim's legs unconsciously parting as Lisa's hand approached.

Lisa's hand rested against the front of Kim's panties, and then slipped, slowly, down and between Kim's trembling legs.

"I think you made a puddle in your underwear," said Lisa with a giggle that sent a rush through Ki's brain and a tingle down her spine, and that was completely separate from the realization that nothing but a thin, drenched piece of fabric between Lisa's hand and her aching pussy.

Kim's breathing, already quick, became frantic as Lisa started to rub her through the fabric. She let out a moan, an honest-to-god moan, and started to move her hips, instinctively grinding her pussy against her longtime-crush's fingers.

Lisa stopped rubbing Kim's pussy, pulling her hand back, and Kim let out a slight whimper. She couldn't remember the last time she had whimpered, wasn't sure if she had ever done so before.

But it turned out that Lisa had only stopped so that she could pull of her shirt, leaving her in jeans and a bra to contrast Kim's shirt and no pants. Lisa pressed herself against kin once more, her breasts squishing up against Kim's, and her hand slipped back to Kim's crotch.

Only this time, her hand snuck between Kim's skin and the fabric of her underwear. Kim gasped as she felt Lisa's long fingers pass through her tangle of red hair, continuing down, and making contact with Kim's dripping pussy.

Lisa leaned her head in, kissing Kim's freckled neck as she slipped a finger inside her old friend, causing Kim to moan and begin shaking.

Lisa wasn't wasting time either, she immediately started pumping her finger, stroking Kim's spasming inner walls while Lisa's thumb found and began to circle Kim's hardened clit.

Kim realized that she had never felt better in her life than she did at that moment, pressed against a hotel room wall by Lisa Miller, who was fingering her and kissing her neck and oh god, it felt so good she might pass out.

"Lisa," she gasped. "I loved you. Love you. I... I don't-"

"Shh," said Lisa, shutting Kim up with a kiss. She pulled back and said "I love you too. Always have. I'm sorry it took this long for this to happen."

Lisa resumed her fingering, and she went hard and fast. Kim moaned so loud that she was probably waking the people in the next room, but she didn't care. For once, she felt no self-consciousness, no shame, only sheer joy and pleasure and love and lust.

Lisa was good, better than any partner Kim had ever had before, and it wasn't long before she was trembling and whimpering the words she never thought she'd get to say. "Lisa. I-I'm cumming."

She felt her inner walls clamp down on Lisa's fingers - when had she slipped a second one in? - and her legs nearly buckled as she came harder than she ever had before. The back of Kim's head pressed against the wall, and she cried out in pure orgasmic bliss.

And they hadn't even gotten to the bed yet.

The two shared a significant look, and the two of them rushed to the bed, their clothes coming off as fast as possible on the way, falling forgotten onto the floor. They were both naked by the time they got on the bed. Kim took charge this time, kissing Lisa and climbing on top of her and, after several glorious minutes of feeling each other up, breaking off the kiss and looking at the woman beneath her.

Lisa was even more beautiful than Kim had imagined, and she said so before self-consciousness had the chance to trap the words in her throat.

"The same goes for you, Kim," said Lisa, hands running across Kim's back while she looked at her freckled face and her freckled breasts and her smooth, pale skin.

Kim didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything at all. Instead, she kissed Lisa on the lips. Then on the collarbone, drawing a gasp of pleasure from the blonde woman. Then she moved down to Lisa's breasts, massaging one with her hand and licking and kissing the other. But she still had farther down to go, and that realization sent a thrill through Kim's whole body as she slid further and further down, planting kisses on Lisa's flat, toned belly as she went. Then her crotch, which was shaved smooth. Then, finally, her head was between Lisa's thighs and she was tasting the nectar of the first woman she had ever loved.

And it was more than worth the wait.

Lisa seemed to think so too, as her spine arched and she moaned while Kim began to eat her out, putting all of her effort into it.

Kim was relentless, and even though her jaw and tongue were getting tired after several minutes of eating Lisa out she refused to stop, revelling in Lisa's taste, in the way her pussy twitched and invited Kim's tongue inside, in the sensation of her nose rubbing against Lisa's erect clit. All the while, Lisa was moaning and bucking her hips and crying out in pleasure and encouragement. Her hands reached down and stroked Kim's fiery red hair, saying that she never wanted this moment to end.

But, of course, all this was building up to something, and Kim could feel it coming before Lisa could stammer out the words. "Kim, I-I'm cumming!"

Kim went even harder, finding a new strength in those words, and she felt Lisa's pussy twitch and pulse as an orgasm rocketed through her partner's body. Kim was, for once, truly happy. Happy to be in this situation, happy to be with Lisa, ecstatic at being able to make her cum.

Lisa's orgasm was long and powerful, but eventually it did fade away, leaving Lisa panting and whimpering as Kim reluctantly retreated from her crotch. She climbed back up Lisa's body, pressing herself close to the gasping woman and pulling her into a tight embrace. Lisa kissed her, tasting her own juices on Kim's lips, and the two held each other close, running their hands all over each other's bodies in an attempt to memorize every detail of each other.

Finally, Lisa broke the silence. "You know, California's not that far away."

Kim smiled. "No, it isn't."

"I'll need time to settle in, but there's nothing stopping me from coming to visit Toronto whenever I can. Hell, if I get to be in movies a lot of them are filmed right here."

"Yeah," said Kim, her voice hoarse.

"But for now, my bus doesn't leave until Tuesday," Lisa purred. "That's forty-eight hours to make up for lost time."

Kim called down to the office, telling the night clerk that they would be keeping the room for another night or two. She tried to keep her voice even while she spoke, but it was difficult what with Lisa's head between her thighs, returning the favor.


