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A lesbian bar pop-up inside an LA gay bar was not the place Annie expected to run into her old crush from Camp Kvetcher, but there she was. Well- “crush” was probably the wrong word, since Annie hadn’t really, well, realized at the time that it was a crush. She’d just thought it was, like, an obsession? But that wasn’t the point, oh God, this night was going terribly. Troy had been so wrong. This was not what she needed.
No. She took a long breath. This was totally normal and fine. She was a confident adult woman and successful investigative journalist, she was out of the closet, she was cool and sexy, and she was very much not twelve years old at Jewish sleepaway camp getting in trouble for staying up reading with her bunkmate.
She’d forgotten about that until now. That was probably why she recognized Rebecca from across the small room- she’d spent all that time staring open-mouthed at her under the glow of the flashlight, only actually glancing back at her book in a fit of shame when Rebecca would look up at her and giggle conspiratorially.
Rebecca looked different, obviously, than she had when she was twelve, but she had the exact same silly smile. She was part of the obnoxious bachelorette party that had come in. Annie had at first assumed it was some straight girl who’d chosen a gay bar as her bachelorette party venue without realizing that it was Dyke Takeover Night, but then she’d seen the two brides- a gorgeous Latina woman and her short-haired blonde fiancée- kiss and squeal excitedly about their upcoming wedding. So. Another stunning reminder that Annie was single, yay.
Which was fine. Obviously. If there was anything she’d learned from years of weird codependent creepy business with Jeff Winger, it was that she really, really should not be defining herself by a romantic relationship with another person. Maybe coming out as a lesbian had made her tempted to change that lesson to “oh, but that only applies if we’re talking about a man; I’m totally allowed to get weird and self-hatingly obsessive about a woman,” but thank God she’d been disabused of that notion quickly, too.
But yeah. Staying with Troy and Abed and their annoying- very cute! but annoying!- marital bliss was starting to take its toll. Which was why Troy had subtly suggested that she come to this bar and see if she could maybe find someone.
“Annie, I’m not an idiot,” he’d said. “I know you, and I know you’re feeling kinda lonely. This bar is having their… uh… I’m not allowed to say it…” He’d handed over a flyer advertising the “Dyke Takeover Night” at the nearby gay bar.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Troy,” Annie had said lovingly. “You’re allowed to say it. You’re also gay, I’m not offended. But I’m not feeling lonely.”
Troy had given her a look.
“I’m fine, Troy,” she’d insisted.
“Whatever you say,” he’d said.
So now she was here, and to be honest she had kind of been hoping to pick up a woman here and maybe let off some steam. It had been a while since she’d broken up with her ex, and since then she’d been far too busy with work to consider dating.
And then, ten minutes after she’d entered the bar and ordered some overpriced cocktail, she’d seen Rebecca Bunch of all people, flinging her arms in the air and dancing ridiculously while throwing rainbow confetti onto her bachelorette friends. How exactly was Annie supposed to react to that?
Before she could make a decision about whether to go over and say hi, Rebecca shouted, “Oh my God!” and locked eyes with her across the bar. Fuck.
Annie froze in place.
“Annie Edison?” Rebecca shouted. “Guys, it’s Annie Edison!”
“OK, so we do not know who that is,” one of her friends said in a monotone. Annie had been led to believe that gay bars would have extremely loud pop music playing, but this bar’s sad indie girl music was playing quietly enough that she could hear the bachelorette party’s entire conversation from across the bar.
Annie waved awkwardly. “Hi.”
“Get over here! Come on!” Rebecca insisted, waving Annie over. Annie grimaced awkwardly and grabbed her drink from the bar, walking on over to the bachelorette party.
“Hi,” she said again, waving at the party, which consisted of a handful of women dressed in matching t-shirts that read “#BethlenciaWedding”.
“OK, guys,” Rebecca said. In the past 30 seconds, she was proving to be as over-the-top and loud as she’d been back at camp twenty years ago. “This is Annie Edison, she was, like, my best friend for two months at Camp Kvetcher. You remember, that awful Jewish summer camp my mom made me go to when I was twelve where they literally forced us to pray all the time and it was, totally, like, a patriarchal thing about finding a Jewish husband and anyway that’s not the point hiii Annie how have you been?”
“Uh, good, I guess,” Annie said. She was still overwhelmed with the utter barrage of sensation that was seeing in the flesh a woman she’d once fantasized about making out with as a preteen. “How- uh- how are you?”
“Well, I’m celebrating, obviously!” she said, gesturing towards the two bachelorettes. “This is one of my best friends, Valencia, and her fiancée, Beth. They’re getting married, obviously. And, oh, OK, this is Paula, Heather, and Beth’s friends whose names I don’t know.”
The rest of the group awkwardly introduced themselves.
“OK, well, I don’t want to intrude on your celebration,” Annie said. “Congrats to you two-”
“Oh my gosh, you should join us!” Rebecca said. “We’re having a party here and then we’re, like, going all around LA or something, I don’t know.”
“Valencia kind of planned it,” Beth, the blonde one, said, looking adoringly at her fiancée. “I think it’s supposed to be the role of the bride’s friends to plan the bachelorette party, but she couldn’t help herself. She loves party planning.”
Valencia gave her a stern look.
“And?” she said. “Am I not good at party planning? Is this bachelorette party not going to be the greatest event of your lifetime? Besides our wedding?”
“Valencia and Beth co-own an event planning business,” Rebecca said.
“Yeah, so these past few months of wedding planning have just been so much fun to hear about,” one of Rebecca’s friends- Heather?- said. “For an hour in the limo. A full hour.”
“You’re wedding planners?” Annie said, genuinely interested now. “That’s so cool, I love that. I’m kind of into event planning myself. I helped plan my friend’s wedding, actually. Well, her second wedding. To the same guy. Long story. Anyway! Wow. It’s been great to see you, Rebecca.”
“Do you have to be somewhere?” Rebecca asked. “I meant it, you totally should join us.”
“Honey, you don’t have to do that,” Rebecca’s friend Paula said.
“Yeah, I have exact numbers planned for our guest list, thank you,” Valencia said. “We cannot be adding people last-minute, Rebecca.”
“You sure? It’d be fun to catch up,” Rebecca said.
“I mean, you can message me on Facebook or whatever,” Annie said. “I don’t want to intrude on your party, seriously. But I mean it, congrats on your wedding!”
She tried not to make it sound bitter and lonely, though it did come out a bit high-pitched.
“Thanks,” Beth said. “Nice to meet you.”
“Same,” Annie said. “I do have to go, though.”
She would just have to resign herself to a night alone after all, because it would be way too awkward to return to her spot at the bar and watch the bachelorette party from across the room while she sat alone hoping for some woman to hit on her.
“Aww, OK,” Rebecca said. “But I will be messaging you on Facebook.”
The group said goodbye awkwardly, and Annie left her barely-touched drink on a nearby table before exiting the bar and rushing back to Troy and Abed’s house, which thankfully was within walking distance, because the last thing she needed was to endure LA traffic now.
The unpleasant smoggy night was making her skin prickle with heat. Troy had been right, she was lonely, and seeing that bachelorette party hadn’t made it better. But to be honest, she wasn’t quite jealous of that couple. Sure, she still occasionally flipped through her wedding-ideas scrapbook to look at rainbow cupcake arrangements or candlelit venues, but it had been a while since a picture-perfect movie romance was what she wanted. She wanted something more like Troy and Abed had- someone who got her. Not someone who would burn with forbidden desire for her, like she’d tried to pull out of Jeff, but someone whose way of thinking and living fit well with hers.
And to be even more honest, that sort of relationship was probably a ways off from ever happening, and that was fine, but right now what she wanted was to rip a hot woman’s clothes off and make her come several times over. But apparently that was not destined to happen anytime soon, so she and her vibrator were going to have a nice night in.
Or maybe that wasn’t destined to happen either, because she got attacked by Troy and Abed the second she got back to the house.
“So, how did it go?” Troy asked, smiling at her from the edge of the staircase.
“Clearly not well,” Abed said. “It’s only 8:30 and you’re back here alone.”
“Thanks for rubbing it in, Abed,” Annie said, taking her shoes off.
“Sorry,” Abed said. “Why are you home so early, though?”
Annie sighed. “I decided to leave. I ran into someone I knew and it was too weird to stay.”
“Someone you knew?” Troy asked. “Who?”
“Some girl I met at camp when I was twelve,” Annie said. She started heading towards the kitchen, wanting to grab some water before she headed to the guest room. Troy and Abed followed her.
“Why did that mean you had to leave?” Abed asked.
“Because,” Annie said. “It’s weird, I don’t know. I had this huge ridiculous crush on her back when we went to camp together, and we were super close, and then the next time I see her is now, it’s weird. Plus she was at her friend’s bachelorette party. It just felt like a sign from the universe, like, Annie Edison, you are not getting laid tonight, go home.”
Troy laughed. “Imagine that, the universe being like, it is my duty to cockblock.”
“Like the Inspector Spacetime villains, the Clan of Celibacia,” Abed added.
“Sure,” Annie said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. “So, you know, thanks for the concern and all, but-”
Her phone chimed with the sound of the Messenger app and she glanced at it, and let out an involuntary gasp when she saw Rebecca’s face appear in the little icon.
“What?” Troy asked.
“Oh, it’s just- it’s the girl I was talking about,” Annie said. “She just messaged me on Facebook.”
Troy and Abed gave each other a look.
“What?” Annie said. “What is that look?”
“Seems like a sign from the universe,” Abed said.
“Yeah, I mean, she was at a lesbian bar, and now she’s messaging you, like, right away,” Troy said. “You think maybe she might be interested in you?”
“What?” Annie said. “No! Come on. She’s probably straight.”
Troy and Abed looked at each other again, and Annie rolled her eyes.
“You two,” she said, “need to stop doing your… psychic communication… I’m going upstairs.”
“See you later,” Abed said. “We’re gonna be watching the new Marvel movie to make fun of it, if you want to join us.”
“Is it one of the ones with Tessa Thompson?” Annie asked.
“No, it’s one of the ones with Chris Pratt.”
“Then definitely not,” she said. “Good night, you guys.”
She headed up to the guest room, which Troy and Abed had decorated to fit her preferences, since they just called it “Annie’s room” regardless of who was staying there. It was cozy and pastel-colored, with stuffed animals and fluffy pillows, and it was definitely what she needed now.
She unhooked her bra and put on her bunny slippers and got cozy in bed, opening the message from Rebecca.
Rebecca Bunch: hey so I’m totally sorry about Valencia, she’s honestly the best when you get to know her but she can get super high strung about wedding stuff. I feel like you kind of left in a hurry and I would totally love to catch up! if you want to meet up we’re gonna be here all weekend at this hotel; I’ll send you the address. just give me a buzz! 🐝
Then she’d sent the address to their hotel and added: “but like it’s totally cashz, casual, no big deal whatever!”
Annie smiled down at her phone. She remembered Rebecca from camp and why they’d gotten along so well- they were both utterly desperate for affection. Rebecca tended to overshare about how her father had left her, and the two of them had taken to finishing everybody else’s crafts for them at the arts and crafts station, carrying everybody’s packs when they went on hiking trips, and singing extra loudly during prayer times so that everyone else could get away with mumbling under their breath. Whenever another camper would give them a halfhearted thank you, the two of them would beam with delight for the rest of the day.
God. She’d been a total people-pleasing mess even as a child. And she had been just absolutely marinating in hormones and repression. She and Rebecca had bonded quickly about how they thought Orlando Bloom was the cutest boy ever and they wanted an elf boyfriend to protect them with his bow and arrow. They’d done a reread of the entire Lord of the Rings series that summer, and Annie had been so thrilled to have a girl to talk with about romance and sex. Rebecca had been astonishingly open about sex, far more than Annie’s family ever was. Annie’s mom had sat her down to awkwardly tell her that she needed to never let boys see or touch her private parts, and that was the extent of that. Rebecca, on the other hand, knew a wealth of information about sex, pleasure, and feminism that she’d apparently read in books.
“My mom gave me the basics,” she’d said to Annie during dinner once- as if this was something that was allowed to be discussed over dinner! “You know, condoms, STDs, how pregnancy works, etc. But I had to really dig deep in the library to find information about the clitoris and the G-spot.”
“The what?” Annie had asked.
“Oh my gosh, the state of sex education in this country,” Rebecca had said, rolling her eyes in a very grown-up way. “We need more women represented in our government, stat.”
And then she’d explained female anatomy to Annie in way more detail than Annie had probably been ready for. To be honest, Annie had blocked a lot of it out, terrified that she would get in trouble for knowing dirty secrets.
Later though, in her bunk, glancing over at Rebecca over their copies of The Two Towers, she’d wished she’d paid more attention. She’d hoped, desperately, that Rebecca would explain it all to her again. Maybe give her a demonstration. A hands-on lesson. Oh, God. Annie wasn’t allowed to have thoughts like that.
And then their den mother had scolded them for staying up past lights out and shooed Rebecca back to her own bed, and Annie had laid in the dark, stewing in shame and intense, wonderful curiosity.
Yeah. It was never going to be quite easy to remember what she’d been like back in those years before Greendale, back in her miserable strange frenzied adolescence. She had a lot of love for that scared little girl and her books and her idiosyncrasies, but she was glad to be an adult now.
Which was why she wasn’t sure if she should message Rebecca back. Drag herself back into that state of mind, where she obsessed over female friends the same way she’d obsess over guys she barely knew- that same single-minded drive to get attention, affection, connection, something, even if she didn’t know what it was. She’d gotten such an excited rush when her phone had notified her of Rebecca’s message, and felt a tiny spark of giddiness when Troy and Abed had suggested that Rebecca might be gay. She didn’t want to start being weird about a girl she’d known for two months when she was twelve.
Then again, it wasn’t weird to catch up with an old friend. Maybe she was getting in her head about it. Surely it’d be fine to talk.
Especially since tomorrow night, Troy and Abed had four hours of Dreamatorium time planned, and it’d be good to have an excuse to get out of that. They’d been hinting that they wanted her to play Athena, Inspector Minerva’s twin sister who was apparently way more interesting, and Annie had not been looking forward to doing the British accent again.
So she messaged Rebecca back and made plans to meet her in the hotel’s rooftop bar the following night. Apparently, her wedding planner friend had said additional guests were allowed for the second evening of the bachelorette party, so that was good.
This bar was much more the stereotypical loud-pop-music scene that Annie had expected. It was also very fancy. How rich were Rebecca’s lesbian friends that they could afford this fancy hotel for just their bachelorette party?
“Hiiii!” Rebecca shouted, throwing her arms in the air gleefully when she spotted Annie at the entrance to the bar. She was still wearing the “#BethlenciaWedding” t-shirt, but this time over what was clearly a gold sequiny cocktail dress. It was cute.
Annie had just dressed in some breathable summer clothes, light blue shorts matching her light blue button-up t-shirt. She’d undone some of the top buttons. Now that she was more in control of her sexuality, she liked showing a little bit of cleavage without feeling the need to cover up every time a straight guy said something creepy. She did have nice boobs, and she also had a can of pepper spray in her purse.
“Hey!” Annie said back to Rebecca, who ran over and immediately enveloped her in a hug. “Oh- hey- wow, nice to see you.” Fuck, Rebecca had nice boobs, too.
Rebecca pulled back from the hug.
“We’ve been so busy with this bachelorette party,” she said, leading Annie over to her spot at the bar, where they both sat on swivelly high barstools. “I’m happy for Valencia and Beth, obviously, but wow, did they plan a lot of activities. It’s a relief to have the night off.”
“Yeah, this seems really fancy for a bachelorette party,” Annie said. “Do bachelorette parties normally take a whole weekend?”
“Uh, I honestly don’t know,” Rebecca said. “I think Valencia’s just really into weddings, to be honest. She’s been obsessing over her future wedding for… I think her whole life?”
Annie laughed.
“God, that reminds me of what I used to be like,” she said. “Sorry- didn’t mean to make that about me-”
“Um, please don’t apologize, because absolutely same,” Rebecca said. “Don’t get me wrong, I am very happy for my friends, and they’re really a good couple, but I am very glad that I’m not on that I have to get married or else train of thought anymore. I’m genuinely really happy being single. God, that is hard to say without sounding sarcastic, but I really am.”
She smiled and leaned her head up against her arm that was on the bar.
“What about you?” she asked. “You look, by the way, literally amazing. What are you doing in LA? Do you live here now?”
“Oh, no,” Annie said. “I actually moved out to D.C. a few years ago.”
“Oh my gosh, really? What do you do there?”
“I’m an investigative journalist,” Annie said, her face inching into a proud smile. “I work with a couple of different high-end news outlets.”
“Wait,” Rebecca said. “Wait, I think I saw this when I was Facebook stalking you yesterday. Hold on, so that article about the scandal with the vice president- you wrote that?”
“Yeah,” Annie said, grinning. “And I’m glad you admitted to Facebook stalking me, because I totally Facebook stalked you. You’re a really good songwriter.”
“Aww, thank you,” Rebecca said. “Yeah, huge improvement since I wrote ‘Fuck Me, Orlando Bloom’ back in camp, huh?”
Annie burst out laughing.
“I almost forgot about that! I was so embarrassed when you would sing it during camp activities, I thought we were going to get arrested for knowing what sex was!”
They both giggled as Rebecca tried to remember the lyrics.
This was a healthy decision after all, Annie thought. Catching up with Rebecca was actually very cathartic. It was wonderful, to see that she’d made it through, too- that both of those sad preteen girls had made it to the other side of adulthood and learned to love themselves.
“So, wait,” Rebecca said, after they’d spent about half an hour talking out the twists and turns their two separate lives had taken. “I’m in LA from West Covina for Valencia’s bachelorette, like I said, but what are you doing here?”
“Oh,” Annie said. “Well, my friends from community college- two of my friends- Troy and Abed, the ones I used to live with-”
“Oh yeah, the BFF gay couple, sure, yeah, they sounded very sweet.”
“They are very sweet. A bit crazy, but I love them more than anything.”
“Aww,” Rebecca said, twirling her hair.
“Well, they live here. Abed’s a TV producer- have you seen that show Mythic Quest? He produces that- and he’s also working on some of his own original films.”
“Oh, wow,” Rebecca said. “That’s awesome. So, what, you’re staying with them?”
Annie nodded. “They have a gorgeous house here, since Troy is weirdly really rich. He inherited a lot of money when the old guy in our group, Pierce, passed away.”
“Oh,” Rebecca said, and Annie realized that she’d gotten way too used to people who already knew how Pierce was the worst, and had forgotten that it was weird to talk so cavalierly about a friend’s death.
“But yeah, uh, anyway. They’re the best, and I have a week off work, so I’m staying with them in LA.”
“This is, like, so weird,” Rebecca said. “Like, what are the chances we’d run into each other. I totally- this just popped into my nogs- but like, I never asked, what even were you doing in that lesbian bar?”
Oh. They were getting to that point, were they? Annie flushed.
“Well, I’m… I am a lesbian,” she said. Ugh, coming out was always so uncomfortable.
“Wow, that’s so weird!” Rebecca said, and Annie frowned, leading Rebecca to quickly say, “No, no- oh my gosh- not, like- obviously I’m not homophobic, totally not- I meant just- it’s weird because it’s, like, a coincidence that you would turn out to be a lesbian when, um.” Her entire face turned bright red and she started laughing awkwardly.
“When what?” Annie asked, faux-innocently.
“Aah!” Rebecca said, covering her face. “You’re gonna think I’m so weird for remembering this, but remember when we used to read together in the same bed at night?”
“Oh, hey, it’s not weird,” Annie said. “I remember that too. Lord of the Rings.”
“Yeah, well, I’m like- I’m not bi- but I have bi tendencies- I’m, like, bicurious. Kinsey scale I’m a 1.8. But you’re, like, totally the root of my bicuriosity, like I definitely used to have adorable little middle school sex fantasies about us sharing that bed.”
Annie’s face turned red now too. “Wait, really?”
“Yes, really! I’m so sorry, it’s terrible of me to fetishize your identity like that! You are a strong, feminist woman and your sexuality is your own, and not to be infringed upon by heteropatriarchy, and-”
Oh God, Britta had done the same thing when Annie came out to her.
“Rebecca, you really don’t have to do all that,” Annie said.
“No, but like, I’m like, I’m a way too horny person,” Rebecca said. “I’m literally a straight woman who’s so horny that she’s intruding on the sacred space of sapphism.”
Annie tilted her head.
“Um, maybe this is none of my business,” she said, “but that just… sounds like being bisexual. You’re allowed to just be bisexual. You know that, right?”
“Whaaat?” Rebecca said. “No. No, no. If I were bisexual, I would know it. I would’ve figured it out that time I made out with Valencia, or that time in college when I took gender studies.”
Annie shrugged.
“Well, you don’t have to figure it out on a schedule,” she said. “No pressure. But definitely don’t feel guilty about having had sex fantasies about other girls, come on. I mean…” She played with her own hair. “I definitely thought about it, too, when we were at camp.”
Rebecca’s face went from guilty to intrigued.
“Are you serious?”
Annie nodded. “I mean, I was a little baby lesbian and you were telling me all about your sex knowledge and then getting into bed with me! I was constantly thinking about, you know, experimenting with you or whatever.”
Rebecca laughed, and Annie looked up to see that she was laughing with her and not at her, and Annie laughed too.
“I guess it’s probably for the best we didn’t,” Rebecca said. “We were way too young, obviously.”
“Oh, for sure,” Annie said. She leaned a head against her hand and looked at Rebecca, who was still flushed warm and red and looked almost glowy in the hotel bar’s mood lighting.
Suddenly insatiably curious, Annie asked, “Did you ever… you know… did you end up experimenting? Later?”
“Oh, my gosh,” Rebecca said. “I mean- like I said, I made out with Valencia one time, but it definitely wasn’t an erotic experience, it was when I was going through some of my serious mental health shit and taking it out on her. And I thought about it in college a lot, but I never got around to it in the end- too busy with school and with guys.”
She rolled her eyes, seemingly at her past self, and then said, “What about you?”
“Oh!” Annie said. “Well, I never experimented when I was still in the closet, but obviously I’ve been with a couple girls since I came out. Not a lot. Actually, that’s why I was at that lesbian bar, I was hoping to maybe hook up with someone. It’s been a while.”
Rebecca gave a small shrug.
“Have you ever considered being someone’s lesbian experiment?” she asked.
Then she gave a meaningful look up and down Annie’s body.
Oh. Fuck.
“I…” Annie began, her mouth dry, and now she was looking up and down Rebecca’s body, which was extraordinarily hot.
“You know,” Rebecca said, “my room here is just upstairs, and the elevator’s right outside the bar. It’s a super nice room. If you wanted to see it.”
“I,” Annie said again. “Um. Yes. Room. Your room. That would be so cool and fun. Yes.”
“Great!” Rebecca said, smiling again, and got up off the barstool. Annie followed her. What the fuck what the fuck what the fuck.
They walked to the elevator, which was gold and shiny, and when they got in, Rebecca punched the button for the sixteenth floor.
Then she looked back at Annie, leaning back against the mirrored wall, and smiled lazily but shyly, tossing her head so her curls fell softly all around her chest.
Fuck it, Annie thought. What did she have to lose by trying? Besides, Rebecca was so clearly repressing something about her sexuality, so if you thought about it, it was really Annie’s lesbian duty to help draw it out of her, the way that Frankie had (unintentionally, just by the fact of her existence as a real lesbian adult) done for her years ago.
Annie strolled over to her, watching Rebecca’s eyes widening, and leaned softly against her until her hands were bracketing Rebecca’s hips on the wall. Then she brought one hand up to cup Rebecca’s cheek.
“Is this what you were hinting at?” she asked softly, looking down at Rebecca’s lips and then up at her eyes.
She saw Rebecca swallow.
“Yes,” she breathed, and then caught Annie by surprise by leaning forward quickly and kissing her.
The kiss started slow, warm, just awkward presses of mouth against mouth, Rebecca’s hands coming up to meet Annie’s waist, and Annie’s hand still pressed against her cheek. But Annie had never kissed someone in an elevator before, and she’d never been someone’s sexy lesbian experiment before, and she also really liked kissing women regardless, and she quickly melted against Rebecca’s mouth, tongue easing towards her lips.
The elevator dinged and they broke apart. Rebecca’s eyes fluttered open and she let out a breath.
“Wow,” she said. “OK. That was fun.”
Annie grabbed her hand and took her out of the elevator.
“I’m assuming you want to have a little more fun than that?” she said suggestively.
Rebecca grinned, her face still red.
“Yeah,” she said.
“Unless you feel too much like you’re invading the sacred space of Sappho, or whatever.”
“OK, shut up,” Rebecca said, leading Annie in the direction of her room. “Like I said, I took gender studies in college.”
“Clearly,” Annie said, as Rebecca unlocked her door and let them both in.
The room was nice- spacious, with a gorgeous view of the city and a classy Art Deco-y aesthetic. The bed, Annie noticed immediately, was also spacious, with soft-looking sheets that were crumpled up and messy, and surrounded by an empty pizza box, quite a few bags of snack food, and laundry.
“Yeah,” Rebecca said. “Me and Paula may have hung out in here super late last night and watched romcoms while eating a ton of junk food.”
“That sounds like so much fun,” Annie said.
“But don’t worry,” Rebecca said. “Paula’s staying in a different room, because I totally snore, which I realize is not making me sound very sexy, but the point is we’ve got the room to ourselves-”
Annie laughed and brushed her hand back against Rebecca’s waist.
“You don’t have to worry about sounding sexy,” she said. “Trust me, you’re plenty sexy.”
She ran her fingertips up Rebecca’s neck and then into her hair, against her scalp, and pulled ever so slightly at her hair.
“Fuck,” Rebecca breathed out. “Wow. You’re good at this.”
Annie smiled, cat-like.
“I am,” she said. “Want me to show you how good?”
Rebecca looked her in the eye.
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
Annie walked over to the bed, Rebecca following her, and then pushed at Rebecca’s chest gently, leading her to sit down on the edge of the bed. She tossed her hair back- it was cut shorter now, but still enough of a bob for it to move luxuriously- and then put a knee on either side of Rebecca, straddling her, and leaned in to kiss her again. And again, and again. This time she could really relish it, those soft pouty lips, her warm sweet breath that tasted like chocolate peanut butter cups, Rebecca’s chest pressed against her own all soft and squishy, the tiny gasp she let out when Annie bit down on her bottom lip and pulled it with her teeth- then her tongue was in Rebecca’s mouth. Fuck, that felt good. It was possible Troy had been right, and she really fucking needed this.
“Mmm,” Rebecca was moaning against her, but her moans were becoming more and more incoherent and muffled as their mouths opened more and the kiss got messier. Annie had never understood the appeal of those messy tongue kisses until she came out and realized that the other tongue would be in a woman’s mouth, and then she’d been like oh, okay. Now she loved the raw, bodily messiness of being so close to another woman that she could taste the inside of her mouth. And Rebecca clearly loved it too, based on how she kept moaning, and how she’d wrapped her arms around Annie’s neck and was now running her hands up and down Annie’s back, trying to hold her closer.
Annie got her hands back into Rebecca’s curls and pulled again, which made her moan harder and pull away.
“Annie,” she gasped out, eyes still closed. “Oh, fuck. Wow. Pull my hair again.”
She opened her eyes just in time for Annie to stare into them as she yanked at Rebecca’s hair, hard.
“Oh!” Rebecca moaned, and then laughed breathily. “You’re… wow. You’re very domineering, huh?”
That did tend to be the pattern with Annie and her sexual partners, yes. What could she say- she loved controlling a woman, getting on top of her and being in charge of her pleasure.
“Yes,” Annie said, eyes trained on Rebecca. “Is that okay?”
“Oh, yeah,” Rebecca said. “It really works on you.”
“Good,” Annie said. “Then lie down. Up against the pillows.”
Rebecca awkwardly maneuvered her way out from under Annie, pushing herself up the bed so she was leaning against the mass of fluffy hotel pillows.
“And take off that shirt,” Annie said. She was sick of seeing that dumbass wedding hashtag. No offense to Rebecca’s friends, but ugh. It was like they were token lesbians in a TV show to get diversity points who remained sexless so as not to alienate the straight viewers, or something.
“Will do, madam,” Rebecca said, shoving her way out of the t-shirt so that she was only wearing her gold sparkly cocktail dress, which Annie could now see had a low-cut hem.
“Good,” Annie said, smiling, and crawled her way up the bed so she was hovering over Rebecca. “Fuck, you look amazing.”
Rebecca smiled up at her sweetly. “You look really good, too.”
Annie leaned back in, burying her hand back in Rebecca’s hair and shoving her tongue back into Rebecca’s mouth. Rebecca’s arms wrapped around her again, running through her hair before trailing down her spine and then squeezing her ass. Annie laughed into Rebecca’s mouth.
“Handsy,” she murmured. “I like it.”
She rolled Rebecca’s bottom lip between her teeth, then kissed down her chin, wet open-mouthed kisses down to her neck, one hand exploring the other side of Rebecca’s neck while she sucked and licked at this side. Rebecca gasped lightly.
“Oh, ah,” she breathed. “Yeah, yeah, that’s so good, Annie…”
Her hand was still on Annie’s ass, idly kneading it, and squeezing hard every time Annie bit down on Rebecca’s neck.
“Fuck,” Rebecca said. “My friends are… ah… gonna wonder where these hickies are from…”
“Good,” Annie said, licking at the spot just behind Rebecca’s earlobe. “They should get to see how much fun you’ll have had with me.”
Her hand made its way down to Rebecca’s hemline, running its way over her left breast, and then indulgently squeezing it.
“Oh,” Annie breathed in Rebecca’s ear, hot and wet. “You have really nice tits.”
Rebecca laughed. “I mean. They’re just sacks of yellow fat, at the end of the day.”
Annie lifted her head to look in Rebecca’s eyes.
“That’s anatomically accurate,” she said. “But I bet they’re fun to play with.”
Rebecca blushed.
“Do you want to?” she asked.
“Yes, obviously,” Annie said, and reached down to squeeze both her breasts with both hands. “I wanna get this dress off you.”
“Yeah, yeah, yes,” Rebecca said, reaching down to help Annie unclasp the back of the dress and then pull it slowly off her, leaving her in just her simple bra and underwear (they’d both already taken off their shoes when they came into the room). Annie let her eyes drink in Rebecca’s voluptuous body. She loved girls who had plenty of curves and body fat.
Then she buried her face in Rebecca’s cleavage, licking a long stripe back up to her neck, and kissing at her collarbone while she deftly snuck her hand behind Rebecca’s back to quickly undo her bra and discard it.
“Oh, wow,” she breathed, looking down at Rebecca’s bare tits. “Fuck, those are gorgeous.”
She leaned down and took a nipple in her mouth, sucking hard, and Rebecca gasped out a little high-pitched moan.
“Fuck, fuck, Annie,” she moaned.
Annie thoroughly enjoyed herself, licking, sucking, nibbling, squeezing. It had been a long time since she’d had sex, and she wanted to soak in every single sensory delight. But she also wanted to make sure that Rebecca enjoyed her lesbian experience as much as possible.
Rebecca was beginning to writhe beneath her, hips bucking ever-so-slightly against Annie’s, their bare legs tangling, and still with Rebecca’s tit in her mouth, Annie let a hand travel down to the hem of Rebecca’s underwear.
She removed her lips from Rebecca’s nipple with a wet pop and looked down at her flushed, gasping face, curly hair a mess around her head on the pillows.
“This okay?” Annie asked in a low voice.
“Oh,” Rebecca said. “Yes. Yes. Yes, it’s okay.”
“Good,” Annie said. “Because I really wanna make you come hard.”
“Fuck,” Rebecca murmured, as Annie’s fingers slipped into her underwear. Oh. She didn’t shave at all down there. Good. Annie liked the feeling of her fingers sliding between thick, curly hair into a woman’s wet pussy.
And Rebecca was wet, so wet and warm and easy to finger into. Annie could feel her hard clit as she rubbed and rubbed.
“Ah!” Rebecca moaned, head tilting back. “Fuck, Annie- right there, right there-”
Annie rubbed harder, circling and pressing, her mouth traveling back to the spot on Rebecca’s neck that had made her moan before.
“Annie, fuck, God, Annie-”
“I love how my name sounds in your mouth,” Annie said, and pushed harder back and forth, and then bit down hard on Rebecca’s neck-
“Fuck!” Rebecca screamed, her legs spasming over and over, pressing hard against Annie’s hand, which was still moving rapidly, over and over while Rebecca moaned. She lifted up her head, desperate to see that pretty face unravel so completely, and her tits gently bouncing while she gasped and humped against Annie’s hand.
Annie didn’t stop moving her hand, or take her eyes off Rebecca’s mesmerizing body, until it felt like a minute had passed, and then more, and her hand was still going (she had fantastically strong finger muscles from all that note-taking in college) when Rebecca shuddered and fell boneless back on the bed and rasped out, “A-Annie, I can’t- I can’t come anymore-”
Annie slowed down her fingers and then gently, gently removed her hand from between Rebecca’s legs. She placed it into her mouth and then slowly licked off each finger.
“Mmm,” she murmured against her fingers. “Fuck, you taste good.”
“Oh my God,” Rebecca gasped. “How…”
She rolled back her shoulders and let out a long, pleased breath, then opened her eyes and smiled lazily up at Annie.
“Wow,” she said.
Annie grinned and sat back on her knees, admiring her handiwork.
“So,” she said. “How was that for your first lesbian experience?”
Rebecca frowned slightly.
“Well, it’s not over yet, is it?” she asked. “I haven’t made you come yet.”
Annie raised her eyebrows.
“Oh,” she said. “Right- I totally forgot. Usually I get so focused on getting my partner off-”
Rebecca tilted her body over, tugging at Annie’s hand. “Come on. I believe in equality, it’s totally not fair for only one partner to achieve orgasm. I’ve never, you know, done any lesbian things, but I do masturbate a lot. Like, a lot a lot. So I can probably figure it out.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Or you could teach me.”
Annie blushed, remembering how desperate she’d been for “hands on lesson” from Rebecca back in camp. “Wow, can’t imagine telling our twelve-year-old selves that I’d be the one with the sex knowledge one day”
“Hey, I have plenty of sex knowledge,” Rebecca said, as she managed to hook an arm around Annie’s waist and pull her, giggling, down to lie on the bed next to her. She turned to face her on the pillow. “I mean, I do watch a lot of lesbian porn. Which, I know, is dehumanizing to queer women, but I do try to frequent only ethically produced feminist erotica websites-”
Annie laughed. “You seriously have to meet my friend Britta, she cares way more about this kind of shit than I do. When I watch porn, I just Google college girls scissoring and click whatever horrible virus-ridden website comes up first.”
Rebecca laughed and covered her mouth, then rolled closer to Annie and kissed her again, soft warm little kisses this time. Then she was kissing down to Annie’s neck, sighing pleasurably. Fuck, there was nothing better than a warm, soft, almost entirely naked woman that she’d just made come all pressed up against her body kissing her, while she was still wearing all her clothes, barely a hair out of place. It made her feel dizzyingly in control, although she was also extremely wet and horny as fuck.
“Oh,” she breathed, hands resting idly on Rebecca’s bare hips.
“How do you want it?” Rebecca asked, still leaving kisses all over her neck. “You want my fingers, my tongue, my boobs?”
“Your boobs?” Annie asked, laughing.
“I mean. You could fuck my tits, right?”
Annie choked. “I… could, but I think I’m way too wet and your boobs are way too soft. The physics of that seems unlikely to work without some sort of boob-thigh welding contraption.”
Rebecca laughed out loud against Annie’s neck. “You’re literally such a nerd still. Which is very hot. So am I.”
Annie leaned back, smiling at Rebecca from across the inches of pillow.
“Seriously,” she murmured. “Did you like that? I know you’re like, not sure if you’re bisexual or just bicurious or whatever, and I hope that was good for you regardless of however you end up identifying.”
“Annie,” Rebecca said. “I don’t think even the straightiest of straight women would have not liked that orgasm you just gave me. What are you, the valedictorian of Lesbian College or something? You’re really fucking good at that.”
“Aww, thank you,” Annie said, making a valiant attempt at a modest “not-desperate-for-praise” expression.
“So,” Rebecca said. “Again. How do you want me to pleasure you?”
“Whatever you’re comfortable with,” Annie said, as Rebecca leaned back in to kiss at her neck and started playing with the hem of her shorts. “I mean, this is your first time, whatever you want.”
“You’re such a people pleaser,” Rebecca said.
“I know,” Annie sighed, the sigh half from the feeling of Rebecca’s tongue on the nape of her neck and her fingers skating into Annie’s underwear, and half from annoyance with herself. “I know, it’s totally something I’m working on. But it’s also just like, my thing in bed. It’s called a service top, I think? Or stone something? I’m not great with labels. I just know I like making women come over and over.”
Rebecca pulled back and looked her dead in the eye.
“That’s super nice and hot of you,” she said, “but I think you deserve to treat yourself, too. I want you to fucking… take your pleasure from me. It’ll be therapeutic and sexy. Oh! I know, you should ride my face. Just like- pin me down and fuck my mouth.”
Annie gasped out a little laugh. How was Rebecca still so cavalier about saying sexy things?
“I don’t know if I’ll be any good,” Rebecca continued, “with the whole pussy-eating thing, but I’ve had my pussy eaten a ton by guys because I insist on it because of feminism, thank you very much, and I’ve eaten ass before, which is probably similar, and like I said I’ve seen a lot of lesbian porn and I’ve been known to take notes on the tongue movements on occasion-”
She stopped talking abruptly when Annie shoved her down against the bed and straddled her waist.
“You want me to sit on your face?” she asked in a low voice.
Rebecca swallowed. “Yes, please.”
“Stay right here,” Annie said, then climbed up off her and off the bed. She got her purse from the door, pulling out a small water bottle and one of her dental dams, briefly thanking her past self for packing them (and kind of wishing she’d packed her strap-on too, but hindsight was 20/20). Returning to the bed, she set both on the pillow next to Rebecca.
“Important to stay hydrated,” she said. “Drink some water, your mouth is gonna be busy.”
“Aren’t you already wet enough to hydrate me?” Rebecca asked, winking.
“Vaginal lubrication is not a replacement for water- oh, you’re kidding. OK, this is a dental dam, which-”
“I know how to apply them,” Rebecca said. “My old coworker Karen- actually, it’s better if I don’t explain. I know how dental dams work.”
“Good.” Then Annie shimmied out of her shorts and underwear, depositing them on the floor next to the other laundry. She looked up at Rebecca, whose eyes were trained directly on her crotch.
“Hell yeah,” Rebecca said. “You also don’t shave your pussy, huh?”
“Oh, absolutely not,” Annie said. “I used to be too scared to shave it or wax it because I was so repressed, and by the time I got over that, I wasn’t interested in making my vulva appealing to men anymore.”
“Fuck yeah, sister,” Rebecca said, holding up her hand for a high five, and Annie laughed and high-fived her.
Then she threw a leg over to Rebecca’s other side, hovering over her, and looked down.
“You ready for this?” she asked.
Rebecca was already opening the dental dam and taking a last gulp of water.
“Yes,” she said, and reached up, pressing the dam carefully over Annie’s vulva. Annie spread her legs, helping her out, and let out little gasps at each touch of Rebecca’s fingers.
“Nice,” Rebecca said. “OK, now sit on my face.”
Annie, grinning down at her, sat down slowly, adjusting herself carefully so she was positioned just right, and trying not to get distracted by how good the press of Rebecca’s mouth and chin and nose and tongue were. She leaned against the hotel bed’s headboard, breathing hard.
“Rebecca,” she said. “Just, like- if you need to stop, for air or something, tap my thigh twice, or just like push me off.”
Rebecca muttered, “Will do,” against Annie’s inner thigh and gave her a thumbs-up.
Annie had never actually ridden a girl’s face before. She’d had girls go down on her, but this position just hadn’t ever come up. But she was hoping Rebecca didn’t notice if her inexperience showed. Which was silly, Rebecca had also never done this, obviously.
Her tongue had begun licking, exploring slowly, and Annie gripped the headboard, trying not to rut mindlessly into Rebecca’s face, but oh that felt good. Any stimulation felt fantastic after making out with her and seeing her beautiful body and fingering her and watching her come and getting wetter and wetter without being touched, and now she had Rebecca’s enthusiastic tongue pressing against her clit over and over.
Rebecca’s hands grabbed at her waist, holding her steady, and then pulled her closer.
“Mmmm,” Rebecca moaned against her, and she kept moaning as her tongue explored further. She was definitely not exactly skilled at this, but Annie appreciated her efforts and she definitely appreciated her enthusiasm.
Rebecca’s hands were digging into her ass again, and she held them fast there every time she came up for air. Annie leaned her head against the wall and let out a long, shaky breath. It had been so long since she’d touched another woman like this, and now it was Rebecca Bunch, and it was so much, and…
“Is this good?” Rebecca asked, looking up. “Just ‘cause you’re pretty quiet. I don’t know if you’re a moaner type or not?”
Annie’s breath shuddered out again.
“I think I’m getting in my own head a bit,” she admitted, wiping the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. “It’s been a while since I had an orgasm with something that wasn’t my vibrator.”
Rebecca considered this.
“Then use me like your vibrator,” she suggested. “Handle me, you know? Like I said before. Hold me down and really fuck my mouth.”
“Are you sure?” Annie asked. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”
“Oh, please,” Rebecca said. “The amount of dicks I’ve had down my throat, I think I can handle you. I’ll tap your leg twice like you said if I need a break. Plus you can pull my hair again, that was very hot.” She grinned against Annie’s clit, flicking her tongue out again instinctively.
“If you say so,” Annie said, voice still shaky. Rebecca’s casually-said incredibly hot suggestions were getting to her.
She grabbed Rebecca’s hair hard, leading Rebecca to let out a harsh moan, and then she began rolling her hips, getting herself just in the right spot, while Rebecca licked and sucked helplessly and moaned against her. Ah, fuck- now she could feel her orgasm building.
“Ah, yeah,” she gasped. “Rebecca… fuck, you’ve got such a nice mouth. You like that, don’t you?”
Rebecca moaned eagerly in response.
“You’re so hot, you look so… ah!... so good eating me out… Oh, fuck… Oh my God I’m gonna- aah!”
It was a few luxurious hip-thrusts into her mouth and high-pitched moans later that Annie came, desperately and shudderingly, her thighs shaking and seizing around Rebecca’s head. She tossed her own head back, riding the wave, loving the feeling of exhilaration and utter power that being fucking comfortable in her sexuality gave her.
Her hand in Rebecca’s hair eased up, and her breathing slowed, and she slowly removed herself from Rebecca’s face, letting her legs collapse under her once she knew she wasn’t going to crush Rebecca’s jaw with the collapse.
“Oh,” she breathed, and settled against the pillows, looking down happily at Rebecca underneath her. Wow, her face was wet now.
“Hmm,” she said idly, running a hand gently through Rebecca’s hair. “My cum looks pretty good on you.”
“Jesus,” Rebecca laughed, looking up at her. “You sure learned how to talk dirty.”
“Yeah, it helps when you’re not ashamed of your sexuality,” Annie said. “I could write my own sex song now. Fuck Me, uh… Janelle Monae.”
“Or Tessa Thompson,” Rebecca said. “Aren’t they married or something?”
“No, they used to date, they’re with different people now though. But yes, Tessa Thompson too.” She thought of Troy and Abed’s Marvel hate-watches and smiled.
“Mm,” Rebecca said, tracing circles on Annie’s hips now. “Or you know who’s gorgeous? Emma Watson.”
“Oh, yeah, she’s pretty.”
She was tracing circles on Rebecca’s stomach now, looking down at her contently.
“Hey,” Rebecca said. “What do, like… what do you think? About me, I mean.”
“What do you mean?” Annie asked. “I think you’re great.”
“No, I meant… do you think I’m bisexual?”
She looked vulnerable, worried. Annie leaned closer, got a hand in her hair again.
“That’s really not for me to say,” Annie said.
“Ugh, I know,” Rebecca said. “I’m not supposed to define myself by other people’s perceptions-”
“That’s true,” Annie said. “But I get it, it’s hard not to be curious what others think.”
Rebecca nodded. “Right? Sometimes it’s just hard to be all mentally healthy.”
“Well, I don’t think it’s that unhealthy to be curious, or wonder. So for what it’s worth, if you wanna know what I think, I think there’s a good chance you like women. Most straight girls aren’t that eager to eat pussy. But it’s also OK if you just don’t have a label.”
“But aren’t labels supposed to be, like, a sign of pride? And if I don’t know the name for my identity, it’s like, I’m ashamed of it?”
“Oh my God, no,” Annie said. “Not even remotely. There’s such a range of queer experiences, come on. You could just say queer. Or curious, or questioning. Or not say anything because it’s nobody’s business.” She thought of the Dean’s brief attempt at coming out years before. “Or that it’s too complicated for basic bitches to understand.”
Rebecca laughed. “I like that one. Unbasic bitch, that’s a cool sexuality.”
“See? You don’t have to stress about it. You can just be yourself. And if you ever need to talk about it, feel free to message me.”
Rebecca leaned her head against Annie’s shoulder.
“You’re so sweet,” she said. “I’m so glad we met up again. And I don’t know if I mentioned this already, but that was an amazing orgasm you just gave me.”
Annie smiled. “If you want more, I can give you more.”
Rebecca laughed. “Yeah, you mentioned that you like giving women lots of orgasms.”
“I really do,” Annie said. “It’s like the way more fun version of getting a perfect grade on a school project.”
Now Rebecca really laughed. “OK, why were we seriously the same person in school? And also you’re such a nerd.”
“So are you,” Annie said, leaning forward to give her another soft kiss.
Rebecca wrapped her arms eagerly back around Annie’s torso.
“Oh,” Annie said against her mouth. “You want…?”
“I’m a big fan of having orgasms,” Rebecca said.
“Many are,” Annie replied, then licked at her own cum on Rebecca’s lips.
Rebecca tugged at Annie’s shirt, and Annie pulled back to take off the rest of her clothes, then dove back in to continue making out.
Two hours and several more orgasms later, the two of them were worn out. Annie suggested a shower, which Rebecca at first resisted, whining, “But I’m so tiiired, Annie, hygiene is dumb,” but Annie’s chatter about how nice the hotel bathroom was led her to come over and join in the interior décor discussion.
They were definitely too tired to have sex again in the shower, but Rebecca did rub soap all over her and Annie’s boobs and squeeze at both of them while giggling.
“OK, I kind of see the appeal of boobs now,” she said, pressing hers up against Annie’s. “Yours are so perky and cute, and it was fun sucking on them. They’re like, soft and bouncy and whatever, I get it. It’s just so exhausting having these heavy boobs when I’m trying to run down the stairs and they’re flying around.”
“Tell me about it,” Annie said. “It took me forever to realize I liked when women played with my boobs, because it was so annoying the way men used to talk about them. The professors at my college used to be so creepy.”
Rebecca fell silent for a moment at that.
“That sucks,” she said, bringing her hands back to her sides.
“Oh, it’s OK,” Annie said. “Nobody did anything inappropriate, thank God.”
Rebecca was still a bit quiet, and Annie said, tentatively, “Did… did someone…”
Rebecca nodded, and murmured, “Don’t worry, I’ve been in, like, a lot of therapy. I may have also committed arson about it.”
“Good,” Annie said. She was half-ready to commit arson herself.
“I hope my shitty old college professor didn’t just kill the mood,” Rebecca said. “I’m seriously OK now. I hope you’re OK, too. I know you didn’t exactly have the easiest childhood either.”
“Ha!” Annie said. “That’s an understatement. But yeah, I’m OK, too. I’m lucky to have some of the best friends in the world.”
Rebecca nodded, scrubbing at her armpits. “Me, too.”
“Funnily enough, one of those friends actually named a monkey after my boobs,” Annie said.
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah,” Annie said, laughing. “Troy, he had a pet monkey named Annie’s Boobs. And he’s gay now too, so, that’s life for you, I guess.”
Rebecca laughed. “I kind of love that.”
When they finished up in the shower, they both wrapped up in the incredibly fluffy towels that the hotel had and headed back to the room. Rebecca got out some snacks from her stash, and Annie filled cups of water- hydration was important, she was not letting up on that- and they both sprawled out on the room’s couch. By then it was nearly midnight.
“Oh, shit,” Rebecca said, checking her phone. “Valencia sent me like fifteen messages. Where are you, Rebecca? I know I said the street art walk and photoshoot was optional, but you should know by now that optional does not include you. Oh my God, she sent photos of herself glaring at the camera…”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry,” Annie said. “I didn’t mean to keep you from your friend’s celebration.”
Rebecca gave her a wary look. “Trust me, this was a much-needed break. We’ve already done about six different bachelorette photoshoots, one of which already featured street art. I love Valencia so much, but she is one hell of a bridezilla.”
Annie smiled. “I’m glad you found friends you love. I know you had trouble making friends in middle school.”
“Oh yeah, that was one of the things we commiserated about at Camp Kvetcher. One of the things we kvetched about, ha!”
“Well, tell Valencia we were having lesbian sex,” Annie said, lounging back in her towel. “Maybe that’ll inspire her to go have sex with her fiancée.”
“Oh, trust me, they have sex,” Rebecca said. “I know right now it seems like all they care about is wedding planning, but I have heard a-plenty about Valencia and Beth’s sex life. More than I asked to hear, but such is the life of the Girl Group. She’s waaaay more happy with her sex life now than when she was pretending to be straight.”
Annie smiled. “That’s good to hear.”
She checked her own phone. Troy and Abed had both messaged her in their group chat:
Troy: sooo Annie, having fun with ur ‘shes probably straight’ friend?
Abed: We’re having fun too! We finished making the new and improved Kickpuncher cosplay. (IMAGE ATTACHED)
Britta had texted too, in the main study group chat, informing everyone that she was no longer a vegan because she’d read somewhere that veganism was actually really problematic and worse for the environment, and then she and Jeff had gotten into a text argument.
She looked back up at Rebecca, who was texting now.
“Sorry,” Rebecca said. “Just letting Paula know… that I’m totally fine and she doesn’t need to come comfort me… Sent! Yeah, Paula’s really protective of me. She’s been worried I might relapse into my old stuff because I would get jealous that Valencia’s getting married before me, or something. I’m not, but she’s nice to worry.”
Annie gave Rebecca a smile.
“I’m glad we both made it,” she said. “Made it out of adolescence, I mean. And found where we belong.”