<div class="floatleft">(http://i279.photobucket.com/albums/kk137/HaibaneR/Mistaken%20Identity/Amber_Beryl_Stonley_Av_20.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Beryl Stoneley<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dresden Park, a block down the street from school<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Scary lesbian lunch date things!<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Carmen Redgrave<br/><hr/><br/>Carmen led me to the park and we went in through a gate. There were lawns, pathways, a small lake, groups of shady trees, a few mums with kids and prams, sunshine, a stand selling hot dogs and another selling ice cream. It was all so normal.<br/><br/>Carmen talked a lot which made it easier to talk less. Thing was I really should talk more. Amber could get quite giddy when she talked about other girls, especially ones she thought were hot and in the bath last night it was obvious she thought Carmen was scalding.<br/><br/><strong>"Eh? No, no! Not at all! Everyone in class is cool, nothing bad has been going on. It's all still so new here and~ urp!"</strong>She slid closer and put an arm around my waist. Our hips bumped and her perfume smelled nice. I began to get goose-bumpy. I was gonna get attacked by a lesbian! I made a huge effort to relax and press back against her. Maybe this hadn't been such a great idea. I couldn't act cold or else that might upset Amber and her girlfriend. Damn it! What had I done?<br/><br/><strong>"Rer-rug munchers? You think so? Lots of them? Well… I guess I was lucky to find you first! Now I hope you won't be grabbed by anyone else!"</strong>It was hard to keep up with this. Part of me was still having fun but part was a bit scared. What if she wanted to kiss? What if she wanted to touch…?<em>Where</em>would she want to touch? Eep!<br/><br/>My 'eep' was internal and caused by Carmen kissing my cheek. It was just a peck, something I'd done hundreds of times to Amber, mum, aunts or grannies. But I knew that granny Dobson, granny White and aunt Susan had never wanted to get into my panties! The place where Carmen's lips had touched my face seemed to glow and not in an especially nice way. I fought back and urge to wipe at my cheek, like I might catch lesbian germs from her.<br/><br/>Then her hand caressed my back and made me shiver. I could feel her fingers feeling my bra-strap through my shirt, then they slid down my back until they reached my jeans. I'd worn a loose button-up pale blue shirt top and there was half an inch of bare skin between it and my hipsters. Just out of friendly habit, Amber and I owned a lot of identical clothes and this morning she'd worn exactly the same outfit, right down to the red flat heeled shoes. As Carmen's fingers touched bare skin I bit back a little whimper. She might think it was a stifled moan or something. I was definitely shaking.<br/><br/><strong>"Yeah, I'd love to come here again, it’s a lovely place. Ahm… shall we sit somewhere? And what was it you said about poetry? I'd love to read some."</strong>The warm soft hand slid lower still until it was cupping my behind, and pressing there with just enough pressure so that Carmen was guiding me along. She was in control. I let myself be guided to a grassy bank with some trees behind that was away from the main paths but which had a view down to the little lake. The hand squeezed my rump a bit and I tried my best to relax.<br/><br/>We sat down which gave me the opportunity to disengage from that hand. I unpacked my sandwich and salad and started to eat.<br/><br/><strong>"Did you bring lunch?"</strong>I asked her.<strong>"If not you can share mine."</strong>I waited to offer her a bite of my sandwich in case she hadn't got one of her own. She had her guitar case and school bag. She might have brought a packed lunch from home for all I knew.