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002| text + photo| phone

Okay, so I had my first echo.

Well, no, that's not true. It's my second echo, but it's towers he first one that I actually knew what was going on, and the first which I was conscious for. Thomas and I were heading down to the towers, but we didn't get too close before my mouth exploded on me.

Check it out!

#allnatural #nomakeup #selfie

Giving head will never be the same.

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Not exclusively. You can have sex with whoever you want without changing your sexual orientation. People get that wrong all the time. Just because you did it once doesn't mean you have to give up the dick forever. Do you no longer feel sexual attraction to males? Then maybe you are a lesbian. But I doubt one encounter would do that.

So I guess... what, I'm bi? [she looks at Pia with confusion building. so far everything's made sense. maybe she can enlighten her more.] I thought bisexual was just something college girls said they were to turn guys on.

[Pia groans, holding her head in her hands.]

Don't even! Sexual erasure is the worst. Bisexuals like myself have the hardest time coming to terms with their legitimate sexual identities because of stigmas like that! Being bisexual means that you are sexually attracted to both men and women. Equally. It's not just a phase in college, and it's not the same as sleeping with someone of the same sex just because you feel like it. It's legitimate and it's something that actually exsists beyond male fantasy. [She huffs, flopping back onto the bed.] It's very possible that could be how you feel, but I wouldn't label yourself without more experience. Chances are if you've never felt bi before than you probably aren't, but don't limit yourself. Jumping into a sexual label, especially one of the non-heteronormative type, is a big deal and shouldn't really be joked about so easily.

[She stares at Brooke, rant finished.] Have you seen my nipple ring?

[whoa. Brooke had absolutely no idea this kind of thing was so nuanced or important. and if she can't trust Pia on it, who can she trust? not knowing how else to respond, she answers Pia's question first.]

I think I was sleeping on it. [she twists her back and points to an imprint on her butt.] It should still be in the bed. I'm... sorry, Pia. I didn't know this was such a big deal. I didn't even know sexual erasure was a thing. How do you know so much about... all this? The sexuality stuff.

Don't worry, I'm not angry. It's a common misconception. [She sits up again, vaguely looking around the bed for her missing piercing.] I'm just...passionate. I learned everything I know from the internet and the library. I wanted to know about these things because I wasn't allowed to know them at home.

[Brooke gets up entirely and turns around to help Pia look.]

You don't have to tell me you're passionate. Damn. [even if she hadn't been bitten several times, she definitely has good feelings about last night, from what she can remember.] Sorry. The opening was too good. Um.

Wait, you weren't allowed to know about this stuff at home? How strict were your parents? Even I figured out what gay and lesbian mean. Well, sort of.

Very strict. My mom is Arabic and my dad is Catholic. You can imagine the rest. I mean we knew vaguely what it all meant but not...in the right sense. Hmm. [She stands, ripping the covers off the bed. Something falls to the floor behind them; her little black nipple ring.] Aha! [She retrieves it, then starts the ardious task of putting it back in. While poking herself numerous times she goes on.] I remember the first time I knew I wasn't normal. Grade ten, I think. It was also my first time in public school, haha, so my parents pulled me out and back into homeschooling, and...well I was allowed to go to the library. My parents didn't know there were computers at the library that could go on the gasp internet.

[clearly Pia's done this before; Brooke can't even really remember how it came off in the first place, but that's not the first thing on her mind despite how she's staring at Pia's hands working.]

So what did they do when you found out? I mean, about you being bi. Or have you not... told them yet?

No, they definitely found out. They caught us. [She grimaces at the memory.] But if you'd ask them, they'd deny it.

They pulled me out of school and kept me locked up for a while. They lectured me. My mom cried a lot. My dad was actually angry...but I try not to think about it. [She frowns, screwing her piercing back on.]

Oh. I'm sorry. [she's sincere, a far cry from how angry she was only a few minutes ago.] I didn't mean to bring up anything painful.

[she gives a quiet, almost embarrassed laugh and averts her eyes.] This is where you'd say something like "let me help take your mind off it" or something, isn't it.

It's not painful, just disgusting. I ran away from home a year and a half ago. Well, not so much run as saunter off in the night.

And I love my life now. Er--well, I loved it until all this weird stuff started to happen. [She frowns slightly, then shrugs, stretching.] Let's go get some breakfast, my treat. Or...well, someone's treat.

[wait, Pia turned her into a smörgåsbord and now she wants her to pay for breakfast? man. man. Brooke is such a good person.]

All right. There's a diner down the street that I like getting breakfast at sometimes. Let me get dressed, and then we can get going. [she stops herself after turning away, then looks back at Pia.] Hold on, is this turning into a date?

[Pia's too broke to pay for breakfast, even if she wanted to. Which she doesn't.]

You can call it whatever you want, sweetcheeks~ [She gives her a dramatic wink.]

Oh my god. [could she sound more fake exasperated? maybe, but she'd have to try. she briefly considers asking Pia for some privacy, but given last night, it barely seems like a reasonable request.]

[she gets most of the way dressed on her own, in a knee-length black skirt and stockings with black flats to match, but once she gets to her upper body she encounters some difficulties.] Hey, get my bra for me? [she's learned to do it herself with only one arm, but it's always a hassle. plus she wants to know if Pia's as good at putting them on as she is taking them off, because no boy ever has been.]

Yes, of course, [as an owner of boobs, Pia is quite skilled, doing the clasps in a few seconds, then rolls off the bed to put on her own clothes, the same from last night.]
I look forward to a pleasant first date where I learn the names of all your past pets, all about that weird aunt of yours, and your favourite movies.

You're joking, right? Are you trying to get my passwords or something?

[also about the date thing. Pia's not lacking in physical attractiveness, but Brooke still isn't sure if she wants to, you know. date her.]

We're not... actually dating now, though. Right? I mean, it's moving pretty fast for me.

[wow. look more uncomfortable why don't you, Brooke?]

[Pia gwaffs, shaking her head.] I'm not sure if I told you, but I don't date well. What's wrong with having some fun with a friend, though?

I guess there's nothing wrong with breakfast. [she tightens her black tie, because she feels like being a little classy today. but her hand slips and she tightens it a bit too much; looks like she's gotten another wrong idea.]

Unless you mean, like. Friends with benefits. [she says it like a horrible secret.]

Oh my god. [She snorts, pulling on her t-shirt] Look, last night was fun and everything, but I'm not really looking for anything other than a friend, hon.

I don't think I even have ever fucked the same person more than once.

[really? that's kind of a surprise. but Brooke is just going to let it go and try not to sound as relieved as she feels.]

Yeah. I don't think I'm looking for a long-term thing right now either. I just wanted to make sure nobody was getting the wrong idea. [she buttons the last of what she needs to button and smiles.] Now. How about breakfast?

Breakfast sounds wonderful. [she smiles, nodding. ]
I'm not exactly looking for anything right now, either. Except a job.

A job, huh? [she's rifling around for her keys, and once she finds them, she holds them up like she's in a video game. because she's dorky.]

How do you handle dead bodies?

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