Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)
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				Title: <strong>Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>04-05-2009, 23:35:11</strong>
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				Angela's white flowery sandals clicked gently on the ground, it echoed on the small paved walk, rendering it the only sound on the nice cozy lot. She wore pink/white tights, a pretty pink pencil skirt and a sweet innocent lace white top. Her strawberry blond hair fell in waves just below her shoulders, and a pretty little flower clip placed her bangs to the side of her heart shaped face. <br><br>Angela's appearance was far from decieving; it perfectly depicted the over-ahieving, innocent, and perky little blonde's personality. Though she always dressed nice, she had to admit, if only to herself, she had spent a bit more time than necessary fiddling with her outfit.<br><br>&nbsp;She was only going to meet with her lab partner, but something about the girl scared her and excited her at the same time. She put her free hand to each cheeks, feeling them flush with colour at the thought of her, and those sexy eyes.... For some reason, the girl had invaded her dreams, giving her ones she had never had before. Ones were she woke up, sweaty and disturbed in the most sensual way.<br><br>She shook that thought away as she climbed the two steps up to the girl's porch, looked in the relfection of the door, and caught a glance at the garage that mirrored in it. Her parents weren't home. Angela's flush grew redder. She was to be in this house, at night, all alone with her partner? Her hands grew clammy and her heart beat accelerated. She raised a slow hand to the doorbell, a gave it a push, resting her binder on her hip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 05:48:47</strong>
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				Roxanne sat at her computer, her bare feet dangling just above the ground as she read the story on the screen.&nbsp; She was reading about two girls who fell in love, and she played with her raven hair as she scanned each line, pulling it in front of her and letting it fall just above her breasts.&nbsp; She fiddled in her jeans as she read, and nearly jumped out of the chair as the doorbell rang.&nbsp; She took a moment to catch her breath, and then reached up and turned the monitor off.<br><br>She moved from the seat over to a full length mirror, grabbing a hair tie and pulling her hair into a ponytail.&nbsp; She looked at her plain black shirt, started to go to the closet to change, and then stopped herself.&nbsp; She bit her thumb, looked again, and started to walk to the door.&nbsp; As she opened her bedroom door, she glanced over to the bed to make sure that she had pulled out her info for the project that she and Angela were working on.<br><br>Roxanne came around the corner of the hallway and hurried to the door, stealing another glance at herself as she ran past a hall mirror.&nbsp; She looked through the peephole and saw Angela, and nearly gave out a soft curse.&nbsp; She realized that she had been primping, something she hardly even did when she went anywhere with John.&nbsp; Her face flushed slightly as she reached for the handle and opened the door.<br><br>Roxanne looked at Angela's outfit and the flush got a little bit deeper.&nbsp; She hoped it didn't show on her face or in her voice as she said, "Hey Angela.&nbsp; My folks are out at a friends tonight, but they said we should go ahead and work on the project.&nbsp; Come on in."&nbsp; She stood on tiptoes for a moment as she internally scolded herself for not maintaining better composure, letting out the words so quickly.&nbsp; She settled back down as she stepped back for Angela to come in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>05-05-2009, 23:57:48</strong>
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				Angela smiled a shy smile, and stepped up into the house, feeling the powered heat warm up her bare ams from the night chill outside. <br><br>Hearing the confirmation from Roxanne's own words, she bit her lip, hoping the darkness would hide the red that sprouted on her cheeks. "Oh, that's cool. Did you get the umm.....facts between 1812 and 1844?" She asked about their project as casually as she could. <br><br>Seeing as she had already been in her house, she shouldn't have felt shy or anything, but being alone was a bit nerve racking.<br><br>She looked at Roxanne's simple outfit and wanted to kick herself for being choosy with her own's. She had probably just pulled out some clothes and still looked pretty, while Angela almost ran late, she was so occupied. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 01:47:04</strong>
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				Roxanne pulled herself up as Angela walked into the house.&nbsp; She had come over a few times now, but not having her parents there made it seem more awkward.&nbsp; "Yeah, I've got the facts.&nbsp; There up in my bedroom.&nbsp; Let's, uh, get to work on that."&nbsp; Roxanne turned on her heels, trying to hide her face from Angela.&nbsp; The flush was almost too much.<br><br>As Roxanne passed the mirror, she gave another sigh at her choice of clothes, wishing she had done something a bit more.&nbsp; She bit her lip again as she realized that thinking something like that was totally out of the norm for her.<br><br>She walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to the schoolwork she had pulled out, and then cast a quick glance at the computer, realizing that even though she had turned off the monitor, the story was still pulled up.&nbsp; She tried to put that in the back of her mind as she looked up to Angela.&nbsp; "So what do you want to work on right now?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>06-05-2009, 04:11:45</strong>
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				Angela followed her awkwardly up the stairs, watching the girl in front of her with a guilty flush. She looked at girls occasionally, even though she wouldn't admit to it, but it was a shame Roxanne was considered weird. She was pretty cool and was very sexy. <br><br>She entered her room, and began to fidget with the hem of her skirt, it suddenly felt too hot in this room, and the skirt felt too small. <br><br>She was about to tell Roxanne she needed to get some of the rough draft done when she sawthe computer screen, still glowing. From the short distance away, she saw text that was oddly familiar. "Is that 'The Autumn of Deceit'?" She asked Roxanne, referring to the name of the story and walked closer to the computer. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>07-05-2009, 15:28:52</strong>
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				Roxanne nearly bolted up from the bed, but she stopped just as her feet hit the floor.&nbsp; "Wait, you know the title?"&nbsp; Roxanne looked up at Angela, and couldn't help but wonder.&nbsp; "You've read it before, haven't you?"&nbsp; Roxanne flushed, went over to the computer, and closed the window with the story on it.<br><br>Roxanne began to fiddle with her shirt.&nbsp; <em>If she read this before, does that mean she's like me?&nbsp; Or did she just read it for some other reason.</em>&nbsp; "It's a ...very interesting story."&nbsp; Roxanne was lost, not knowing what to say to her lab partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>09-05-2009, 22:52:47</strong>
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				(sorry I've been away for a bit; internet problems &gt;_&lt;)<br><br>Angela blushed, her face illuminated by the screen. "I've um you know....read it a few times...it gets me thinking." She says slowly, fidgeting with her skirt again and staring at her shoes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 17:06:39</strong>
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				Roxanne stepped closer to Angela.&nbsp; "Gets you thinking...about what?"&nbsp; Before she realized what she was doing, Roxanne reached up and put her hand under Angela's chin, bringing her eyes up to look at her.&nbsp; She looked Angela in the eyes, and said to her, "You look very nice tonight.&nbsp; I like the skirt."&nbsp; Roxanne's hand went up to Angela's hair, and she pushed aside a lock so that she could get a better look at her face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>11-05-2009, 20:57:32</strong>
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				Angela gasped and felt weak in the knees, and wet in between the legs. "I couldn't look as captivating as you do if I spent hours putting something together..." She blurted before she could stop herself, mesmerized by the girl's eyes. <br><br>"It gets me thinking about.....girls." She finally whispered, turning slowly towards the screen, feeling a beating in her lower abdomen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 16:31:22</strong>
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				Roxanne heard the compliment and almost blushed.&nbsp; A smile crossed her lips as she heard Angela's response.&nbsp; "I wonder what your boyfriend would say to that."&nbsp; She took a small step closer to Angela.&nbsp; "You know, I think about girls too.&nbsp; I don't really care what John would think of that."&nbsp; Roxanne put her hand on Angela's shoulder.&nbsp; "Actually, recently...I've been thinking about you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>12-05-2009, 21:21:28</strong>
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				A slow grin spread on Angela's face and she ran her fingers through the girl's hair. "I wouldn't care what Travis thought myself. Fuck him." She said, gaining a bit more enthusiasm. <br><br>She rested her other hand around her waist, becoming bolder. "Funny, I've been thinking about you...especially at times like these, or when you blush or laugh..." She confesses confidently. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>WhiteAngel</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 19:45:00</strong>
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				Roxanne smiled as Angela showed how she felt about Travis.&nbsp; She felt Angela's hand go around her waist, and she smiled, almost not believing what was happening.&nbsp; She felt Angela's face close to hers, and while she was in the middle of talking, Roxanne reached her arms around Angela's waist as well.<br><br>Roxanne leaned forward and kissed Angela, happy to finally have someone to share this moment with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Not Supposed to Feel this Way (WhiteAngel and Lingogirl456)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lingo</strong> on <strong>18-05-2009, 23:20:41</strong>
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				Angel kissed her back, pulling Roxanne closer to her and opened her mouth slightly, letting her tounge roll lightly on her lips. 
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