The Chemicals Between Us: A Steamy Lesbian Romance

Chapter 9

Chapter 9Heading into finals, school was going really well for both of us. I was looking at straight A’s, as long as I did reasonably well on my finals. Anne had A’s in everything except OChem, where she had a solid B+, and real chance at an A if she aced the final. So we both devoted a lot of our study time to drilling OChem. I really didn’t want to embarrass myself in my chosen major, and I wanted to help Anne over the top to get an A.

Sometime after midnight on Thursday, when we were both exhausted and not accomplishing anything useful anymore, I shut my book and looked over at Anne. She was staring intently at a diagram, going over it again and again, and she let out a big yawn. I could see the tension in her shoulders as they hiked their way up toward her ears.

I walked over to her desk, closed the book in front of her and said, “You’re done for the night. I’m going to give you a nice shoulder rub, and then we’re going to sleep. You’re not going to learn anymore tonight anyway.”

She looked at me, heaved a sigh of relief and replied, “You’re probably right. Thanks for helping me study so much - I know you don’t really need it, but I do.”

She got up, sat on the edge of my bed and tucked her hair to one side so I could reach her shoulders without pulling her hair. I sat down behind her and started in, but it didn’t go well. She was wearing a bulky UMass sweatshirt, and the neckline was right where my hands needed to be.

I said, “Shirt off, sweetie. I know it’s cold in here - sorry - but I can’t get at your shoulders through this sweatshirt.”

She pulled the sweatshirt over her head and set it on the bed next to her, and I resumed working on her shoulders. She wasn’t wearing a bra, which wasn’t unusual when we were hanging out in our room studying. I had long since gotten used to seeing her in various states of undress. After about ten minutes of squeezing and pushing and kneading, to which she responded with low sighs of contentment, she arched her back, stretched her arms above her head and said, “Thank you, Allison. That was really nice - just what I needed.”

And normally that would have been that - just another innocent shoulder rub before bed, like we had done for each other dozens of times. But that night was our moment.

It happened completely by accident. Anne twisted her torso as far to the left as it would go in a big stretch, hands behind her head, and let out a happy sigh. Meanwhile, I let my left hand, which had been on her shoulder, fall to my knee. And the inside of my wrist, right where the pulse is, grazed the tip of her n****e, already hard from the cold.

I heard a sharp intake of breath, and saw her body shudder, and in that moment, we weren’t just roommates anymore.

I knew the biology of what was happening in her body, and it filled my thoughts - pupils dilating; increased production of vasoactive intestinal peptide; heart rate and blood flow to the genitals increasing; genitals swelling, and n*****s swelling further; vasocongestion causing extra moisture to leak into the v****a. Clinical and weird, I know, but that’s just how my brain works. What I didn’t know was what was happening in her head.

Was she attracted to me? On a physical level at least, she obviously was. Was that why she was so nice to me? Was that why she got me to look pretty? Was that at least partly for her? And if so, why was she still pushing me to find a guy? It was all so confusing. She was my best friend, and in that moment, she became something else. We became something else. I just didn’t know what.

And then I started to figure out what was going on in my own body and head. I noticed that I was getting physically aroused too, just like she was. Hard n*****s, from more than just the cold; wet between the legs. Really? How was that happening? I had admired her body since we moved in together, but never been excited by it. But now I clearly was, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was I really attracted to her? Was I a lesbian?

All of that went through my head in a flash, and then the moment was over, but that change it had brought was still there. Anne recovered her composure and tried to restore some normality. “We should, ah, get some sleep.”

Her voice startled me out of my thoughts. I blinked a couple of times and answered, “Yeah, we probably should.”

Anne got up, quietly changed into her nightshirt and climbed into bed. I did the same and reached over to turn off the lights. I think we both knew things had changed, but we weren’t ready to deal with what that meant.

Anne said, “Goodnight, Allison” after I turned off the light. Her voice was stiff and formal, and didn’t do anything to cut the tension in the room.

I replied, “Night, Anne. Sleep well.” My voice wasn’t much more natural.

I don’t think either of us slept well that night.