Lynette and Bree sat in Bree’s bedroom one afternoon, doing their homework on
After a few moments of silence, Bree worked up the courage to ask her friend a question she’s been trying to ask for a few days.
“What’s it like, kissing?” Bree asked her friend nervously.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to describe. It’s basically warm and can get sticky, especially if you’re with one of the guys at our school.”
Lynette had just started going out with David Carlson, a cute boy in their class a couple of weeks ago, receiving her first kiss, but they had broken up the previous weekend. Bree, had not gone out with anyone yet, and she had been curious to ask someone what the experience was like. Who better than her best friend?
“Did you know what you were doing?”
“It’s not like they train you or anything. I guess it’s something you do.”
“Oh,….” Bree paused. She worried about asking the next part, but asked it before her fleeting courage went away. “Do you think I’ll do okay? You know, when I first kiss a guy?”
“Yeah, sure. You’re not going to be judged. I’m sure it just comes, besides whoever it is will probably be new too.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Bree said shyly.
There was a pause.
“Bree, do you want to practice so you don’t feel nervous?”
“Well, with me.”
“Wouldn’t that be odd?"
"Well, you’d be kissing a living, breathing human for one thing. And we’re friends, so it wouldn’t be awkward.”
“I guess…How should we do it?”
“Well, face me.”
Bree and Lynette both moved onto their knees and hands, facing each other on the bed.
“All right, we’ll close our eyes” Lynette said, moving her face closer to Bree’s, “and we’ll count to three in our heads and kiss. Okay?”
They closed their eyes and blindly starting moving their faces slowly towards each other.
One mississippi. Two mississippi. Three mississippi.
Their lips met, awkwardly at first, due to their closed eyes.
It started chastely. Simply two friends' lips touching. And then, they put on more pressure.
Bree found herself opening her mouth, trying to capture Lynette’s mouth as Lynette assented, and they were locked, lips on lips, tongues gliding past each other.
They came up for air.
“Lynette,” Bree gasped, trying to catch her breath, “is that what it was like with David?”
Lynette tried to catch her breath. “Not at all.”
And they met again. Letting their hands roam all over each other as they did. Why hadn’t they ever thought of this before?
Weeks passed, and the pattern stayed the same. Everyday Bree would go to Lynette’s house, or Lynette to Bree’s. They would do their homework, and then start their make-out.
Getting hungrier and hungrier for each other, they found themselves doing more and more homework during class, trying to get to their kissing in a quicker fashion.
One day, though, Lynette came into Bree’s room to find her crying on the floor next to the bed.
“Sweetie, what’s wrong?”
“I can’t tell you. You’ll hate me.”
“No, I won’t. You’re my best friend. I love you.”
This made Bree sob even harder.
“Please tell me.”
“I…I love you too, Lynette.” Bree cried, hugging her friend.
“Is that what you’re crying about?” Lynette asked confused.
“Please, tell me.” Lynette pulled back to look Bree in the face.
“I want a family. I want kids and a husband, and, and I can’t have that with you.” She sobbed.
“Well, I guess.”
“I love you so much, and I want you, but this is what I’ve always wanted.”
They sat on the floor, hugging each for a few minutes.
“Well…who says you can’t have both?” Lynette whispered. “Why can’t we be a secret?”
“Could we do that?”
“Yeah, we could have it all? A husband, a house, kids, a career, and each other, maybe even a picket fence.” Lynette smiled at her last comment.
“Do they even make houses with those anymore?”
Lynette laughed a little. “I’m sure they do somewhere.”
“We could move close to each, right next door, or across the street.” Bree smiled a little through her tears. “Promise me, we’ll do that.”
“I promise.” Lynette said, kissing Bree’s forhead before curling her up into a hug.
They went along with their plan. They both dated other boys, maintaining their outward status as best friends.
One day, Bree, worried that her boyfriend was catching on, even allowed her boyfriend to go to second base with her. But she felt, guilty, and went to Lynette, confessing everything.
It was their first fight, but it proved the first test of what they would have to overcome to keep the ruse up for the years to come.
One day, Lynette sat in the kitchen in Bree’s house, watching her cook both spaghetti and bake a cake to celebrate her sister’s birthday party. She hummed as she moved about.
“Taste this.” Bree said, placing a spoon of sauce in front of Lynette’s mouth.
Lynette, tasted the sauce, leaving half of it on the spoon.
“Mmm, that’s really good. What’d you do to it this time?”
“Well, I compared the recipe with recipes in other cookbooks until I found what it was missing.” Bree smiled and ate the rest of the sauce on the spoon.
“You know, that’s not really sanitary. We’re getting our mouths all over that spoon.” Lynette teased Bree.
“Well,” Bree said moving towards the sink, “We’ll just have to wash it before I stir the pot again.” She cleaned the spoon.
“But your mouth, I wouldn’t mind having all over me.” Bree smiled.
She went back to moving about, stirring, and humming.
Lynette laughed a little.
“You know, someday you are going to make a great wife and mother.”
“Yeah, maybe.” Bree said with a mischievous smile, before kissing Lynette. “But I will always be your lover.
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