Getting Through to Paige

And walking around half naked in an air conditioned apartment just to keep cool? She had no idea Ally how bought that one. Sometimes in the morning their apartment was so cold it almost hurt to walk around without a shirt. Her poor nipples would get so hard they felt like they were going to burst.

The shower thing was equally frustrating. Sometimes Paige would even reach into the shower to grab something she generally didn't need just to see how Ally would react, but Ally always played it cool. If Paige didn't know any better she would've thought Ally wasn't attracted to her, but she did and she was. It was just that Ally was absolutely convinced that Paige was straight and she was too good of a friend to try and change that herself. Deep down inside, though, Paige knew these little games were simply childish, but, honestly she had no idea how else to go about it and that was her real problem.

Sometimes Paige wondered if Ally was just a little dense. Especially since she'd heard more than a couple of her friends talking about the very subject a couple of times when they were getting drunk and thought Paige was sound asleep. They seemed to get it, but every time Ally would be there shouting them down about how Paige was the straightest girl she'd ever known.

A few of them had tried to test the theory, but they never got anywhere. This just tended to support the prevailing theory that she was straight as straight could be. It was beginning to get old.

So Paige suffered, ashamed of herself for her own cowardice and for playing the cards fate seemed intent on dealing her. Then something amazing happened: she stopped playing games and took her fate into her own hands.

It began thanks to a random emotional outburst which was brought on by Paige's new boyfriend, BJ. It was an appropriate nickname because he was a major dick. But indirectly, it worked to Paige's advantage.

It all started one night when BJ, already on his last legs thanks to just generally being a piece of shit apparently decided that he might as go for broke in the "being an asshole" department. How? Well, not only was he a selfish lover, a greedy drug addict, a thieving little bitch, and a stupid, lazy liar, but he was also a no good, lousy cheating son of a bitch.

Paige found all this out in one day by making one enlightening phone call.

There were some fairly obvious hints of BJ's infidelity early on but Paige willfully ignored them. BJ started working on Paige while he was still in a relationship, but Paige allowed herself to ignore the obvious because he was charming, cute and he said all the right things in the right way at the right time and, quite frankly, she was horny at the time and he was willing to put up the effort necessary.

None of that really mattered at the time. The day in question had started out bad as far as the relationship was concerned. It was actually supposed to be a day of atonement for BJ. The night before, he had blown off a planned date, nothing special, just a movie followed by sex, the usual Friday night thing, because he supposedly had to work late, but he promised to make up for it by spending the whole day doing things Paige liked. Namely a little hiking on the dunes, a little going out to eat at her favorite pseudo Italian joint, some shopping for good music and good books followed by sex that involved Paige actually achieving an orgasm and after that maybe they'd hit a party or just fuck some more until they both collapsed in sweaty, worn out heap of ecstatic exhaustion. In short, the perfect day off.

It didn't work out like that at all. Instead it started out with Paige waking up late, alone and wondering where the hell her boyfriend was. This was followed by a series of unanswered calls to BJ's phone that started out ringing a few times before going to voicemail then ended up ringing not at all and going directly to his voice mail. Paige was starting to get pissed.

In the meantime, she decided to roll herself a joint and was suddenly even closer to getting pissed. What was a nearly full half ounce was now notably less than that. She didn't have to wonder what had happened. She knew it was BJ. She wished she'd checked it earlier so she could've bitched him out, but there had been no need.

The night before she'd only smoked a couple bowls before going to bed alone and, as BJ obviously knew from being with her for almost a month at that point, she usually kept a little supply of really good stuff. He'd ripped her off before. Usually when he wanted to go get high with his friends and look like a big shot for hooking them up with the good shit when all they could get was shitty dirt weed and, at best, decent middies that they paid way too much for because they were morons.

She wouldn't have been that pissed if he'd only asked her, but, of course, he was too manly for that shit. No, the guy thing to do was steal about a hundred dollars worth of drugs to smoke with a bunch of losers. It kind of made the whole working thing seem like a bunch of horse shit.

And that thought helped put her over the line and set her off on another round of calls. Nothing psychotic, but definitely enough that if the bastard wasn't dead he knew just by the pure volume that she was incredibly pissed. Of course, he still didn't answer. Every call got kicked straight to his voice mail and she plenty of good use of that by leaving as many long, angry messages as she made calls.

This went on for a good hour or two until it finally ended when the phone rang twice to be answered by an angry female voice that proceeded to inform Paige to that she really needed to stop calling the female voice's boyfriend before the nameless voice came over to her house and kicked her ass. Then she hung up before Paige could even respond properly. This did not go over well with Paige and was quickly followed by another phone call. This time a weary, tired sounding BJ answered while the nameless other woman screamed at him in the background.

What followed was a long, frustrating, and highly enlightening conversation with a complete asshole who refused to see how anything he had done was wrong no matter how loud Paige yelled at him. This was mainly because the asshole was high on her weed and she made sure to make her anger on that issue pretty clear as well.

And this was when Ally walked in early from work to her good friend and roommate screaming at her cell phone in a manner she'd never seen before. As often as Paige switched boy toys, as Ally liked to call them, she'd never once yelled at them over the phone or even to their face in Ally's presence. It stunned Ally so much that she froze at the bottom of the stairs trying to figure what the hell was going on. She was just figuring it out when she heard the words that would soon change both her and Paige's relationship forever.

"It's assholes like you that make me want to go back to women," Paige had screamed loud enough that Ally heard it perfectly clearly from where she standing despite the fact she was at that time opening the door to back out of the apartment. Ally froze in place.

At first she thought she'd misheard, but Paige was apparently in the need to further elucidate.

"Like you'd know, asshole," Ally heard Paige say to the person she could only assume was BJ, a guy she'd actually warned her friend about, "There's a lot you don't fucking know about me, you worthless fuck."

Ally had just enough time to think that she could definitely sympathize with that sentiment when Paige walked out of her bedroom and yelled some more profanities before glancing down the stairs to see Ally standing there looking uncomfortable. Paige just looked at her with wide eyes, suddenly realizing what she'd just said. She went back into her room and slammed her door behind her.

Paige was momentarily too stunned to continue yelling at BJ, but when he decided to use her silence as a chance to insinuate that Paige being a dyke made sense since she was a frigid bitch who couldn't come she was back in the moment.

Ally, for her part, stayed at the bottom of the stairs for a moment debating her options and reviewing what she'd just heard a few more times before deciding that she might as well stay. As she made her way up the stairs she tried her best to ignore the yelling going on in Paige's room with some success. Her continued distraction over what she'd heard helped a bit. Still, after a brief pause Paige was making it a little hard for Ally to not overhear her.

"For your information, you micro-dicked asshole," Ally heard Paige yell into her phone through her bedroom door, "The only reason I couldn't come is because you... you know what? Fuck you, asshole. I don't even care."

For a moment Ally thought that was the end and almost knocked on Paige's door to see if she wanted to talk, but another burst of profanity made her change her mind. Instead she went to her room, and slowly rolled a joint while listening to some Brian Eno, something she picked up from an older lover, on low volume and waited with her door open.

Ally did her best to put the idea out of her mind. She didn't get her hopes and, frankly, for all she knew Paige was just going hard for BJ's nuts, as they say. Still she couldn't help but think about it while she waited for the fight to wind down.

It didn't take much longer really. Paige was quickly running out of things to yell at BJ. He wasn't making it easy either. He was just listening and waiting for her to finish before spouting off with a quick, lame homophobic insult. Finally she just gave up. It wasn't worth it and she no longer cared.

"Whatever, "she finally said after he blurted another fifth grade insult into the phone, "You know what? If that bitch wants you she can have you and keep the fucking weed. We're done and I don't fucking care." With that she hit the end button on her phone and screamed for no other reason then to get it all out.

Then she sat down on the corner of her bed and started crying. Paige's tears were a mixture of relief and frustration. She was relieved that she finally got some of that out and told the bastard what she actually thought of him and she was frustrated that she had to do it over the phone. She would've enjoyed kicking him in the nuts for being such duplicitous, thieving coward. Barring that she wouldn't minded at least throwing a few things at him.

God, she hadn't had a phone fight since high school. She'd almost forgotten how empty they felt. She almost wanted to go find the bastard and key his car or some damned thing just to make the anger feel a little less impotent. She was almost starting to take this idea seriously when she heard a light knock on her door. It was Ally. For a moment Paige hesitated, knowing full well what Ally must have heard. She knew Ally would be the perfect person to vent on if nothing else and she definitely needed to vent. She did, however, take a second to wipe away her few remaining tears before telling Ally to come in.

"Hey," Ally said cautiously, "How you feeling?" Paige chuckled a little at that. Ally smiled weakly and sat down on the corner of Paige's bed before continuing, "That bad?"

"Well, me and BJ are done," Paige responded.

"Well, I kind of guessed that much," Ally came back and caused Paige to chuckle somewhat bitterly again.

"Don't be a jerk."

"I'll try, but you know how hard it can be at times," Ally said hoping for at least a smile for her weak joke and got it, "Wanna get high and talk about it?"

That was question she almost didn't even need to ask. Paige of course said yes without pause. At that Ally whipped out the joint she'd rolled from behind her ear and lit it up, and prepared herself for a long meandering conversation. This she got in spades.

They smoked and talked for a good long time and Paige got a lot off of her chest. An hour ticked by, then another. The whole time Ally mainly just sat and listened, every once in awhile rolling another joint then sparking it up, rarely inserting her opinions until Paige brought up the weed, a subject very near and dear to her heart. This turned out to be a very good decision.

"He did what?" Ally said incredulously upon hearing that he'd straight stolen half of Paige's bag and that he'd done it before. "I can't believe you let him do that shit. I'd have cut off his balls the first time he tried that shit." Paige laughed at this, trying hard to imagine Ally doing anything with resembling violence and found she simply couldn't do it, but Ally insisted. "Don't laugh. I have scissors and they are sharp. I wouldn't pause for a second. The moment I realized he was pinching my stash he'd be a eunuch. Swear to god."

"Yeah, yeah." Paige responded dismissively while still laughing lightly, "and then you'd go to jail for attempted murder."

"So? I'd get by. I'd find me a cute little felon and make her my bitch. It would be all good," Ally countered trying her best to sound tough.

"Knowing you'd have a whole harem."

"You calling me a slut?" Ally put on her best angry face after saying that and Paige, being stoned and in a much better mood couldn't help but laugh. This stopped when Ally hit her over the head with a pillow. This led quickly to a very playful, but extremely aggressive pillow fight/faux argument over Ally's perceived level of promiscuity that only ended when Ally ripped Paige's pillow from her hands and the pillow fight evolved into a wrestling match.

Paige really had no chance once the pillows were abandoned, but she fought on valiantly against her more athletic roommate until Ally finally pinned Paige's arms behind her head while straddling her stomach. Paige still didn't give up quite then, but as much as she struggled she simply couldn't escape from Ally's grip.

Neither girl seemed to notice how obviously turned on the other was. Both Ally's and Paige's nipple were straining against the thin white t-shirt and red tank top that cover their respective breasts. And while the girls were aware of their own subtle, but definite signs of arousal in other less visible ways those too went undetected. Still it definitely felt nice to Paige to have Ally straddling her and felt just as good to Ally.

"You going to apologize?" Ally teased as she smiled maliciously down upon her defeated roommate.

"I'm sorry," Paige said doing her best to sound defeated.

"Sorry for what?" Ally said pushing her advantage perhaps a bit too far. She was always competitive. She couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry," Paige began still maintaining her subservient manner, "that you're a slut."

"You're one to talk, you fake lesbian," Ally retorted caught up in the moment.

"What are you talking about?" Paige said having honestly forgotten about Ally coming in and possibly overhearing her comment to BJ. Smoking joint after joint of high grade weed can do that to a person.

"I heard you, you little liar," Ally continued, still holding her friend down even though she'd stopped struggling, "Telling your little boy toy that you were gonna go gay because of him. Don't lie."

Suddenly it all came back to Paige. For a brief second she was almost overcome with embarrassment, but, as silly as it might seem, the feeling of Ally shift ever so slightly and, accidentally, forcing the crotch of Paige's pants to rub against Paige's already aroused sex just a little bit helped to change her mind. It also helped for Paige to finally notice Ally's prominent nipples poking against her tight "I know what girls like" t-shirt telling her she wasn't the only one turned on.

That moment suddenly had a very now or never type of feel to it. The cat was finally out of the bag. It was now up to Paige whether she wanted to lie and just let it go and in the process pretty much give up any real chance of ever being with Ally again or just roll with the punches, swallow her fear and hope for the best. After a year of stupidly waiting for her roommate to break through her well constructed veneer instead of sucking it up and acting like an adult capable of making her own decisions and living with the results.

Still, it took almost all her strength to simply utter the phrase "That's not what I said. I said I was going back to women, you stupid dyke." Paige was almost amazed at herself for even coming close to spitting that out let alone adding her usual playful insult at the end while maintaining a cocky smirk.

"You're still a liar," Ally replied without missing a beat, "You stupid fake dyke."

"Just because I've never fucked you doesn't mean I've never fucked a girl," Paige came back. Her smirk was fading somewhat and a more serious look was starting to form mainly in her eyes.

Ally was silent for a second, studying her roommates face looking for any sign that she was bluffing. She found nothing and, frankly, it shocked her. Her mind raced with the possibilities that lay before her. For the first time in a long time she was at a loss as to how to continue with a girl.

Ally had spent so much time in recent months trying to convince herself that nothing would ever happen with Paige that a part of her felt that this was all somehow just a misunderstanding, but like Paige the feel of this beautiful girl's body underneath her and the way her own body was reacting to this until a moment ago innocent play was more than enough to overcome any fear she felt. She simply had to find out and she had to do it now.

"Oh yeah?" Ally said after what seemed like a small eternity. It sounded so weak, so feeble, but it was the best her frazzled mind could manage.

"Yeah," Paige responded her eyes dead serious while her smirk now looked more nervous than cocky as she realized Ally was now ever so slowly leaning closer to her.

"So you're not bluffing?" Ally prodded on, her voice barely containing her own nerves as she lay down upon her friend's sweet little body. That fact that this comment didn't make much sense didn't really matter.

"Why don't you find out?" Paige said in a barely audible whisper as the last remaining element of play seemed to evaporate into thin air as Ally's nose began to brush little against her own.

"Maybe I should," Ally came back as she gathered up her courage as her hands began to subconsciously relinquish their grip on Paige's wrists. Still, she waited for a second gazing deeply into Paige's eyes as if to see if this was still just a game or a joke or anything. All she saw there was a mixture of fear, lust, and pure, naked desire. She couldn't have known, but Paige saw much the same thing in Ally's eyes as she gazed back waiting, the second seemed to hang in the air as if frozen.

Then, in an instant, as Ally's lips finally bridged the tiny gap that still remained between them time was no longer of any concern. After nearly a year of mutual frustration and hidden lust between them the genie was out of the bottle and they both instantly knew that they'd never want to force it back in.

It was suppose to be a small kiss, just a test, a tease, just a light kiss on the lips. That changed almost as soon as their lips made contact with each other. Mouths opened, tongues extended and hands almost instantly sprang into action to grasp and explore the soft, inviting flesh of the other.

Both girls were lost in a world where thoughts were easily secondary to sensation, but both were going crazy inside their own heads as they grasped at each other and nearly suffocated each other with their needy kiss. Paige's hands couldn't get enough of the soft, smooth flesh of Ally's back and jean clad ass. The feel of a girl was so much different than a guy. She'd almost forgotten the difference. But now that she could feel Ally's silky smoothness with her own fingers and hands as Ally grabbed at her sides, she never wanted to have to simply remember it again.

Ally's thoughts were different. As she tried her best to suck the very breath from her roommate's soft, sexy body she couldn't believe she'd almost given up all hope of ever experiencing this beautiful sensation with her. Her hands grabbed at everything, but, like Paige, she found considerable pleasure in sliding underneath Paige to softly knead her smooth, little butt.