Mary's arms were crossed over her chest, a transparently obvious defensive response to the confusion in her head that was at odds with the feelings in her body.<br/><br/>In her heart.<br/><br/><strong>"You didn't mean it,"</strong>Mary said.<strong>"I mean, the first time.  It was an accident, just a fear jump thing because of that stupid movie."</strong>Mya had definitely meant it the second time though, in actions and in words.  Mary could still feel the other girl's hand on her breast even though it had been almost a quarter of an hour since it had been hurriedly removed.<strong>"I'm the one that rushed it, if anyone.  I don't know why," </strong>she said and bit at her lip.  It was a familiar nervous habit and one she'd tried hard to break.  When it was a really stressful time, like after Daddy had relocated her yet again, her lip tended to look like someone had savaged it.<br/><br/>Girlfriend.  That word made her heart flip-flop when Mya said it.  Mya was so open, so confident about how she felt and she was worried she'd done something wrong?  At least Mya knew her heart, knew what she was feeling and why and had decided what to do about it.  Mary's arms dropped down and she sat on the edge of her bed, palms flat on the covers.<strong>"I don't know, Mya.  This is so new to me.  So...different.  I mean, I've sort of dated boys.  Kissed them,"</strong>she admitted.<strong>"But not, you know,"</strong>her skin flushed a little bit and she looked away.  Was talking to a lesbian, to Mya, about boys going to make her mad?<strong>"They, um, you touched different."</strong>