Date: Sat, 27 Nov 2010 15:52:36 -0600
From: Melita Ware <mgware123@gmail.com>
Subject: Fresh Meat part 1 lesbian/ high school

This story is based on events that happened in my life with some juice
parts added. Story rights reserved no copyrighting. Comments would be
greatly appreciated. Enjoy

Part 1

Fresh Meat

Finally the last period of the day. Time can past so slowly in the middle
of the harshest winter in Minnesota. Thank god my seat is so close to the
door. RING!! I shove my books in my bag and calmly walk to my locker,
saying hey to a few people on the way. As I approach my locker I see a face
that I have never seen before. Is she in my grade? I don't think so, must
be a new freshmen. Her features are so stunning, long choppy blonde hair
with pink highlights, eyes as blue as the ocean as it reflects the sun's
rays. The perfect body, and clothes that showed off her perfect physique,
she's about 5.6', only two inches shorter than me. She looks way older than
any freshmen I've ever seen. Shit I think I'm staring, wait I know I'm
staring. I just can't help it. Our eyes lock. I don't see the trash can in
front of me, and fall. This isn't the worst thing that has ever happened to
me, I'm the clumsy class clown one might say. She looks at me and cracks a
smile. Wow that was embarrassing, but I play it off, grab my coat and head
to the bus.  I find my seat (always L5 near the emergency exit) and turn on
my mp3. Someone taps me on the shoulder, it's her. She waves and smiles, I
smile back and put my head down not knowing what to say.

Her point of view

Finally last period, I can't wait to get home. My fist day was rough. I
just hope I make more friends. Things were so bad at my old school. I'm
glad my mom got a new job. RING!! The teacher stops mid sentence and
everybody makes a mad dash for the door. I walk through the halls searching
for my locker and grab my things. Is she staring at me? I think she
is. She's kind of cute. Ever green eyes, long black hair with blonde
highlights, she towers over me about two inches. She might be 5.8', with
the body to match. Kind of a boyish shape, super skinny with skin tight
jeans. Wow now I'm staring. Our eyes seem like magnets. That's when it
happens... she trips. I try not to laugh but I feel the corners of my mouth
curling on their own. I try to snap out of my little trace. What was my bus
number again? Oh yeah 223. I better get out there fast before all of the
seats are gone.  I get to the bus and see a couple of seats open in the
back. There's the mystery girl sitting in seat five, head down. I tap her
on her shoulder and smile. She half smile back and puts her head back
down. I take my seat and silently wait for my stop.

NEXT DAY

My point of view

RING!! I make my way to the bus, not stopping for chit chat. I hate when
people block the halls, so why should I. I sit in my normal seat head down
just listening to my tunes. My friends on the bus know not to bug me when
my head phones are in and my head is down. Someone taps me on my shoulder
and asks to sit next to me. I don't know who it is, but I move my back pack
without even lifting my head. All of a sudden there's a nudge to my side. I
pull out my head phones and look up to see her.
	"Hi I'm Stacy, sorry but there are no more open seats." Her voice
is so perky.
	  "Hey I'm Jessie, it's no problem" I hold out m hand and she grabs
it. We shake for an awkward amount of time with our eyes locked. I jerk m
hand back and try to start a conversation.
	"Are you new here?"
	"Yeah, just transferred."
	"Why?"
	"My mom got a new job so we had to move."
	"Where ya from?"
	"Sunny California"
	"Oh, so you're a Cali girl"
	"You know it!"
	"Welcome to Minnesota land of 10,000 lakes." I say with fake
enthusiasm A smile creeps across her face, and a cute little laugh escapes
her lips. "Thanks"
	"Your a freshmen right?"
	"Yeah, how bout you?"
	"Sophomore. What lunch do you have?"
	"3"
	"Cool, me too. Maybe you can sit with me tomorrow, I mean if you
want."
	"I would lov..." she stopped mid sentence."I mean of course. Today
I was sitting at some table with this snot nose kid and some math nerds." I
crack and smile then burst into laughter. "That's not funny" she says as
she nudges me. I bite my lip and shake my head no. Still with a slight
smile on my face. We were talking so much I didn't even notice my bus stop
was next.
	"This is my stop. See ya at lunch tomorrow?"
	"Yeah, bye" I walk home a little slower today. I can't get her
smile and laugh out of my head. Something's different about her, and I'm
determined to find out what it is.

NEXT DAY

The best part of the day. Lunch, the only time I get to relax. I have lunch
3, the last lunch, the loudest lunch, and the worst lunch. I mean there's
no good food left, but at least I get to chill with my friends.  I see
Stacy and flag her down. She sees me and waves in response and points to
the lunch room. Like I said there's no good food so I bring my own
lunch. She gets her food and sits at the table in witch me and my friends
are occupying. My friends and I are what you might call the popular
outcasts. Popular because everybody knows us, but outcasts because we're
different. We're the group that you either love or hate. Some might call us
punk or even skater, but we prefer unique. We can hang with the preps jocks
or nerd and converse just fine, but we prefer the company of each other.
	"Hey Stac"
	"Hi" her voice is kind of shaky
	"Katy, Mel, Bay, Sammie, Mike, Dill, Nate, this is Stacy. Stacy
this is everybody"
	"Looks like we got ourselves some fresh meat." Sammie says with a
howl. I firmly kick her chair.
	"Don't mind her, she flirts with everybody." Sammie looks a t me
with lust in her eyes, as she bites her lip.  Everyone says hey. We
commence eating and begin to talk about high school stuff, relationships,
teachers, pet peeves excreta. Stacy seems to be clinging to me, She must be
nervous. I feel some ones foot rubbing against my leg from cross the
table. I take a quick peek, and see a classic black converse petting me. I
look up to see Sammie smiling. She knows this type of nonverbal attention
drives me crazy. I close my eyes and the foot wonders between my
legs. RING!! We say our good byes and scatter. Just Stacy, Sammie and I are
at the table, alone. Sammie slaps my ass then whispers something in my
ear. I don't know what she says, but she licks my ear afterwards. Stacy
sees but she turns her head quickly and acts like nothing happens. Sammie
walks away, and I'm kind of happy. I rejoin Stacy, who is picking up her
tray.
	"Hey, thanks for letting me sit at your table." The confidence is
restored back in her voice.
	"Anytime, sorry about my friends they can be jerks some times."
	"Its fine, it was kind of funny actually." We throw away our trash
and walk up the stairs. Our hands are touching but I think nothing of it.
	"See you on the bus?"
	"For sure, see ya." Before we go our separate ways she pulls me
close and raps me in a hug. I hug her back and say bye one more time.  7th
period comes and goes. I'm walking to my locker but I'm stopped by
Sammie. I say hi, but she doesn't let me off that easy. She guides me to a
secret spot in the locker bay.
	"I'm gonna miss the bus"
	"Two minuets won't hurt." She whispers as she pushes me against the
lockers put her thigh between my legs, and lifts my arms above my head.
	"I'm sick of these games Sam"
	"You say you don't want it but I know you do"
	"No I don't, I gotta go." She leans in and kisses me softly on the
lips. I don't resist then she releases her grip.
	"Call me"
	"I'll think about it."  Let me tell you a little bit about me and
Sammie. We've know each other since the 8th grade. We would flirt back and
forth till our freshmen year when things went too far. We dated for a
while, things just didn't work out. She was way too aggressive for me. We
hook up sometime when we both want it, she wants it a lot more than me
though.  I made my way to the bus, knowing that my seat was going to be
gone. I exhaled deeply as I walked up the stairs. Someone was in my seat,
it was Stacy, and my day just got a little better. I said hi to Brie and
Nick, and then eased my way to seat five where Stacy was smiling. She
sparkled in the natural light coming through the bus window. I flopped
down. "Hey"
	"Hi, you almost missed the bus"
	"I know I was talking to Sammie."
	"Oh." Her tone changed from happy to sad.  I quickly changed the
subject "You look freezing"
	"Yeah. This Minnesota weather is killing me"
	"Don't worry you'll get use to it." I say with a slight smile
	"I sure hope so. Feel my hands" I place my hands out and she puts
hers in mine.
	"Wow your hands feel like ice cubes."
  	"I know. Yours are so warm." With her hands still in mine I start
to trace a pattern on her palm with my index finger.
	"Your hands are so soft." I whisper, as she turns her head and
begins to cry. "What's the matter" I say truly concerned.
	"It's nothing" She says as she wipes the tears from her eyes. I can
tell she's uncomfortable.
	"Alright if you say so, but if you need to talk I'm here" she nods
as I hand her my phone to put her number in, she does the same. I quickly
type my number into her contacts list. "Bye, this is my stop"
	"Bye" she says back barely audible. Right as I stand up she touches
my hand. I instantly feel butterflies in my stomach. Our eye contact is
long and strong, I feel like I can see straight to the pain in her
heart. Someone taps me on the shoulder and I quickly snap out of it. I exit
the bus and as I walk down the stairs our eyes meet one more time. Those
electric blue eyes seem so innocent. I begin the long trek home wondering
what caused her to cry.
	"Hey Jessie" my mom yells from the kitchen.
	"Hey mom"
	"How was your day?"
	"Fine" I thunder up stairs.
	"Dinner will be ready soon"
	"I'm not hungry" I throw my bag in the corner slam my door and jump
on my bed. I've never felt this way before except Sammie when we first
met. I've had my fair deal of crushes but this one seems different, this
one feels deeper. I close my eyes and drift to sleep.

END OF PART 1