The blinds were open at the guest’s request, allowing the sunshine to peer in and illuminate the decadent sins that were occuring in the upstairs bedroom of the palacious home at the end of Via Las Incas. Two young women were occupying the spacious bed, just voraciously eating, not a spot of cream escaping their tongues as they attacked the feast that lay between the pair. The previous occupant of the room would be horrified to know what her younger sister was doing right now, as the display grew to the towering crescendo of a finale.
Shawna dropped the last bite of her banana cream cupcake into her mouth with a flourish and clapped her hands. “And boom! I officially ate healthy today. Thank you, fruit!”
A round of laughter erupted from the opposite side of the bed, where Kellie Anne had been tackling a cupcake from her own batch of six. “I suppose the same rule counts for me, then,” the girl said with a smile, dropping her now empty cupcake wrapper inside the cardboard box. “Carrot cake is healthy, right? Even if it was topped with this delicious cream cheese frosting?” she asked Shawna, wiping some of the frosting from the corner of her mouth with her thumb and licking it off.
The hostess nodded and tossed the wrapper with that of her first cupcakes, one of the red velvets that was decidedly not on the food pyramid, and went for a second helping of the deep crimson goodness. “Seriously, it’s all about balance,” she noted as she peeled away the paper keeping her from the baked goodness within.
“Exactly! I stuff all six of these today, then sweat them out during dance practice this week. See? Balance,” Kellie confirmed, shooting the young woman in front of her a complicit wink before grabbing the peanut butter cupcake from the box.
“Shoot, forgot about that part of the equation. Hmmm, guess I did go for a run this morning. I’m good,” Shawna reasoned, counting her mad dash to meet CJ at Green’s as her exercise. “So...I never did ask you,” she motioned to the other woman as Kellie Anne also appeared to be ready for another cupcake, “What happened? I mean, you look like you’ve got a lot going for you, Kellie Anne. Why are you joining me in this cupcake binge?”
Having just taken a decent bite out of her cake, it took a second for Kellie to answer her new friend's question. She chewed the delicious dessert slowly, downed whatever was left with the glass of milk her hostess had so graciously offered her earlier before replying. “My ex-boyfriend is being a piece of shit,” she declared, eyebrows knitting together in a frown while she took an angry bite.
Shawna’s eyes widened a bit at that news, before she sagely nodded as if she knew exactly what she meant. “Ah yes, men being men. I get that.” She did not get that, aside from the Netflix shows, but she wasn’t going to show that card yet. A sip of milk prepped her body for what was to come. “So what’s his poison? He not taking the hint and leaving you alone? He spreading rumors? Does he keep thinking you’re on a break? What’s the asshole doing?” She took a huge bite of the red velvet cupcake, as big as she could muster, while she waited for an answer.
Kellie shook her head, her sugar craving evaporating on the spot as she thought of Max and his escapades. “In the two and a half months we've been broken up, I've seen him hang out with about seven different girls, made out with six of them, and slept with at least three,” she admitted sadly, placing her half-eaten cupcake back on the box. “It's as if the half year we spent together meant nothing to him. I gave him everything -everything-, but it still wasn't enough for him.” The dancer let out a sigh, picking away the crumbs from her shorts. “I mean, I'm not saying I'm completely innocent for what happened- but can you blame me for being a little insecure? Max isn't known for being a good guy. He's best friends with the devil, for crying out loud! I don't know what I was thinking when I decided to kiss him that night…”
The green-eyed girl swallowed hard while listening to the litany of crimes listed off by her cupcake-eating partner. Having never actually been in a relationship, Shawna didn’t have much of her own experience to go off of. However, she did know the feeling of giving all your effort to something and not having it pay off. Knew that way too well. “Hey, hey, hey…” She figured a reassuring pat on Kellie’s knee was necessary here. “You know, you can’t blame yourself for what someone else is doing, and you can’t let it just wreck you like that. You got no control over it.” The brunette leaned back. “You didn’t know what you were getting into, and it didn’t work, and that’s OK. You just, um, you just gotta use this knowledge and try to, um, figure out what works for you. What you need. Cause like, obviously this didn’t work out, right? That means you just move on and figure out what makes you happy, and you do it.” Shawna was spitballing a little, but hey, if the advice was good enough for her and she was getting more out of life, it couldn’t hurt to see if it would help her new friend.
“But I did know what I was getting into,” Kellie argued, lower lip sticking out and trembling. “I always knew of Maxie’s player reputation. But I thought that I could fix him, you know? Change him for the better. That I actually meant something to him because I was the first serious girlfriend he had. Obviously I was wrong…” she trailed off, wiping away the tears on the corners of her eyes.
Clearly, Kellie needed more than the meager life platitudes Shawna was offering. This Max person meant a lot to her and he did her wrong. The hostess looked up and spotted a relatively abandoned box of tissues and hoisted herself up to grab it off the shelf. Once it was acquired, she plunked herself back down on the bed, closer to Kellie, “Here,” she offered. “Look, I don’t know this Max kid, don’t know what he’s about, but he sounds like an asshole. Dumping a sweet girl like you? Clearly isn’t bright either.” She didn’t know exactly what she was doing, relying on more sitcom sayings to try and help lift Kellie’s spirits. “A guy like that, he’s just probably broken himself trying to fill that hole in himself, and he’s not gonna be able to do it, because he’s going about it the wrong way. And if you tried to help him see that and he couldn’t do it, well then you are a saint for trying.” She looked down. “And you earned those cupcakes.”
The brunette shrugged her shoulders, graciously taking one of the tissues Shawna was offering while listening to her new friend. She laughed at her attempts to cheer her up, even if they didn't have the desired effect. “I am so sorry for just dumping this on you, Shawna,” Kellie apologized, taking a second to blow her nose loudly before looking up at her hostess with a sad smile. “Everybody else I trust is already sick of me talking about it, all because they told me he was trouble in the first place and I didn't listen.”
“Hey, hey, hey, hey…” Shawna said, placing an arm on Kellie’s shoulder, as the TV guides she was now using to help steer this conversation taught her to do. “First of all, you aren’t dumping anything. I’m glad you actually want to talk to me about personal shit like this. I don’t get that a lot here. Don’t know if you can tell, but this place is pretty dead. Second, you gotta do what you gotta do for you, and don’t listen to other people anyway. If I did that, I wouldn’t have done this.”
Shawna adjusted herself on the bed and pulled the hem of her t-shirt down to reveal the sizable wolf tattoo on her left shoulder. The black bra strap was covering it partially, but there was still plenty of wolf to be seen. “If I had listened to the people in my life, I wouldn’t have gotten that. And it still kinda hurts, hurt a hell of a lot more a few weeks ago. But I’m still glad I did it for me. And you know, you may be hurting now, but that hurt is gonna fade, Kellie. Because you are dealing with the pain now, but you are gonna find something beautiful at the end of it.”
“Oh my God, that's really pretty…” Kellie complimented Shawna on her tattoo, letting one of her fingers gently graze the inked skin of her bare shoulder. She stared at the wolf on the other girl's tanned skin for a while longer before letting her brown eyes lock with Shawna's hazel ones. “Why a wolf?”
The tattooed girl completely missed the visual cue and let out a shrug. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.” It was accurate, the drugs convinced her it was a good idea. She lifted her shirt back up over her shoulder. “I just wanted something wild. Something free. Something to symbolize, like, my independence. And you know, wolves are pretty badass. Especially lady wolves. Lady wolf saved Mowgli from getting eaten, you know?”
“Really? Must have missed that part of the movie,” Kellie admitted with a shrug. Growing up, she'd been more of a Barbie movie fan than Disney- and it moments like this, it showed. “But I get what you mean. And I think it's a really beautiful piece. It suits you.”
“Thanks!” Shawna beamed as the decision to get the badass tattoo was now fully justified in her mind. “Oh, I didn’t show you what’s underneath it! Um…” The brunette lifted her t-shirt off her body, letting her wavy hair settle before pulling it off to one side. The bra strap obscured the bottom half of the wolf, but the words “Live Free” were written in cursive underneath. “See, like I said. Independence symbol.”
Although she kept her cool, there was no denying the greedy way Kellie eyed the exposed parts of Shawna’s body. This wasn’t the first time she’d caught herself staring at a girl like this either, or having rather interesting thoughts about one. Ever since she’d made out with Lorena Galvez back in California, it was more than obvious to the dancer that her sexuality wasn’t limited to the male species. But an innocent kiss at a sleepover with her best friend was one thing. Having this sort of contact with a girl she’d just met was another thing… But she wasn’t about to stop now.
“Can I touch it?” she asked Shawna in a low, shy voice, cheeks blushing a little.
The green-eyed girl locked eyes with the hazel-eyed girl again, looking over the shoulder, this time catching a bit of a blush. She wasn’t sure how to proceed, but if she just wanted to touch it again, it wasn’t like it felt bad before. “Sure, but be careful. I’m just out of the healing stage, so like I said, it’s still a little tender. And make sure there’s no icing on your hands.”
“Why? That just means I can lick it right off,” she said in a mocking seductive voice and wiggling her eyebrows at Shawna, bursting out in a fit of laughter as soon as the words left her mouth. The other girl giggled in kind. Once she had composed herself, Kellie slowly extended her arm and let her fingers trace the outline of the cursive letters, enjoying the feeling of the soft, warm skin under her touch. When she had admired the work enough, she pulled back with a satisfied grin.
The tattooed girl almost felt a tinge of regret when the other girl pulled away. It was still tender as she warned, but it was a good kind of tender. It was warm and it felt so good to have another person touching her in that way. Even if it was another girl.
“You know, I have something I can show you too. It's definitely not as cool as your tattoo, but I think it's cute!” the dancer told her hostess before pulling one side of her shirt up, revealing a rather curious light brown birthmark on the right side of her tanned-skinned midriff. “See? If you look at it closely, you can sorta see it looks like a heart. Right? Or am I just being crazy?”
Shawna turned back around and leaned in for a closer look at Kellie’s torso to see if she could spot the heart that was indicated. She traced around the shape without asking, figuring it was ok since Kellie did likewise. “No,” she stated. “No, I don’t think you’re being crazy. I can definitely see the heart shape. Like it’s a little smushed but it’s there for sure.”
It wasn't a secret to those who knew her that Kellie Anne was ridiculously ticklish. She couldn't count the amount of times her brothers and Millie had used this against her, or how awkward the first time with Max had been when she squirmed away in a fit of giggles at his every touch. This was why it took all of the girl's self-control to not impulsively jerk away from Shawna, brown eyes filling up with tears of held-back laughter. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore, and the next thing either girl knew, Kellie was falling backwards on the bed, collapsing with laughter.
Shawna was a bit surprised to get such a reaction from her prodding at Kellie’s birthmark, but she lit up in a big smile. “Ohhhhhhhh,” she commented. “So you’re that ticklish, huh? OK, OK, gonna have to remember this if I catch you in a rut or something. This is good info.” She realized she was already making plans to see this girl again, but why not? Kellie was a solid hang. She seemed to be full of energy and she needed a friend. Shawna needed anyone in that category. Plus she didn’t have any desire to smoke up since Kellie walked in the door. It was hard to remember the last time that was the case, especially when it played such a big part in inspiring the tattoo that Kellie had adored before her giggle fit. “I guess a mean person would use this for evil. Luckily for you, I’m not that mean…”
“‘Not that mean’?” Kellie repeated in a teasing tone, smirking at Shawna. “What's that supposed to mean? What do you do when you are being mean?”
Shawna tilts her head back and forth. “I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve ever had the opportunity to be mean before. Been the recipient, never really been the person being mean.” She got a devious look in her eye. “But if I was, gotta imagine I would do things like this!” She lunged forward, brushing both sides of Kellie’s torso with her fingers to try and get the same reaction she did before out of the dancer.
A combination of loud shrieking, giggles and pleading filled the empty rooms of the large house as Kellie Anne was attacked with tickles. She squirmed and fought with the darker girl until she was atop Shawna, grabbing her by the arms and pinning them over her head.
“What are you gonna do now, bitch?” the brunette said in a taunting voice with her face inches away from Shawna's, pretending to sound menacing but letting out a thrilled laugh.
The green-eyed girl wriggled as much as she could, but she was no match for the far more athletic dancer who was now on top of her. She looked up into those hazel eyes and tried to put on her best puppy dog face. “P-Please, ma’am. I’m so sorry. I was drunk on power and didn’t know what to do with it. I’m not made of stone! Spare me and I shall greatly reward you!” Shawna was doing her best to try and be cute, but she was a little out of practice, having not relied on this tactic since she was nine.
Kellie snorted, corners of her mouth curling up in the beginnings of a smile before she cleared her throat and focused on appearing dominating instead. “And how exactly will you reward me, peasant?” she replied in a fake posh tone, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at Shawna.
Shawna was trying to think of what she could offer to play along, but her options were limited. Her ability to do a bad British accent was not though. “I’m afraid I don’t have much, queen. I’d give you cupcakes, but I know you ‘ave plenty. I’d give you money, but I gave it to other peasants.” As she continued to gaze up at the girl who had her in such a compromising position, it was funny. She actually felt more at ease with everything. It felt good. “All I can offer you my queen... is myself…” Shawna actually blushed slightly when she said that, partly because she was still playing along, but partly because it started to sound like something she wanted. Despite just meeting this girl this afternoon, she was just really enjoying herself. It was intoxicating.
Shawna’s terrible British accent sent Kellie into a fit of giggles. It took all of her self control to stay in character and not loosen her grip on the girl, but there was no hiding just how funny her new friend sounded. However, the taller girl’s proposition sent a blush of equal proportions to spread her surprised face. If you were to ask Kellie, she would justify everything with ‘it’s just a silly play pretend game we’re playing!’. But if she was really honest with herself, the scene that could possibly unfold if she did this had been nagging at her ever since Shawna took her top off.
And before she realized it, Kellie found herself lowering her head, pressing her lips against Shawna's and begin to softly kiss the girl underneath her.
Shawna’s eyes opened wide, as if she wasn’t prepared for what was happening. She could feel it coming, however, there was no real way she could prepare. Wha….my first kiss!?! Now!? Really? I... I… Her thoughts seemed to dissolve as she melted under the touch of Kellie’s mouth on hers, a rush of euphoria flooding her body. She closed her eyes, wanting only to experience this moment and that beautiful touch forever more.
It seemed like a lifetime later that Kellie Anne and Shawna finally broke away from the sweet kiss they’d shared. Not a word was exchanged between the two girls as they willed their fluttering hearts and labored breathing to steady. As Shawna looked up and Kellie looked down, their eyes locked onto each other, not daring to look away, just taking in the full extent of what just happened and where they go from here. One thing was certain, though.
Their kiss had tasted like cupcakes.
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