Lizet Joubert and Andrea Lupo lived together in a two bedroom flat above a parade of shops in Shallowfield and apart from the fact they were both 30 years old and female they had absolutely nothing in common at all.
Lizet was French and was a doctor at the Dancingdean Health Centre in the village and Andrea was Italian and was a hairdresser at Mazzone’s in the parade of shops she lived above.
Apart from their different careers they also liked different food, listened to different music and wore different clothes.
The flat was owned by Mazzone’s and Andrea and another girl from the shop, Isabella, split the rent but when Izzy got married it left Andrea in a hole, so she put an advert in the Chronicle and Lizet was the only applicant and apart from the fact they were complete opposites they had lived together for 18 months and it had worked out perfectly well.
Lizet was tall and slender with brown hair and dark eyes and she made Andrea cross because she didn’t make the best of what she had, she didn’t go overboard with makeup and wore clothes that she was comfortable in rather than what made her look good.
Andrea had far less to work with, she was shorter, plainer and chubbier than her flatmate with mousy hair and a big nose but she
always looked immaculate, which hadn’t gone unnoticed by Lizet.
Not that Andrea was aware of that fact until the day after her birthday.
On Andrea’s birthday Lizet had been on a 48 hours stint at the health centre, due to a flu epidemic that had depleted the staff numbers and had been out after work for a few well-earned drinks and as a result she had come home much the worse for drink.
Andrea was in the bath when she returned and when she came out she was wearing a towelling bathrobe and a towel turban on her head.
On seeing her flatmate all freshly scrubbed and pink Lizet immediately rushed towards her.
“Joyeux anniversaire mon cher” she said and threw her arms around Andrea exaggeratedly and hugged her
“Thanks Lizet” she replied and hugged her back
Lizet however didn’t release her grip on the little mousy Italian girl and in addition began nuzzling her neck.
Andrea felt a little awkward but didn’t really understand what she was doing, that is until she started chewing her earlobe.
“I don’t...” she began but in response Lizet’s lips were over hers and her tongue immediately explored her flat mate’s mouth.
Andrea was shocked as she had never been kissed by a girl before and she certainly didn’t expect it from Lizet and as far as she was aware she had given her no encouragement or indication that she was that way inclined, which she wasn’t.
But despite all of that Andrea still found her tongue was exploring Lizet’s mouth with equal enthusiasm, and encouraged by her response Lizet untied the belt on Andrea’s robe and her mind was in a turmoil, She wanted to stop but she couldn’t, all of her life sex had always left her cold, and unmoved with no heat or passion but after Lizet had delivered Sappho’s kiss she was on fire.
She had always put down her indifference to the act, to a low sex drive but as she and her flat mate embraced she wondered if in reality if she could have been driving in the wrong direction all those years, was it conceivable that the secret of her sexuality was finally unlocked.
It was the first time she had felt such a kiss, the first time she’d felt that way in response to a kiss, but it had never occurred to her that she might be gay.
“Nonsense” she said in her head “I like George Clooney”
Yet her tongue still busied itself inside Lizet’s mouth as her flatmates hands were inside Andrea’s robe and then those hands fondled her breasts and all thought of protestations were dispelled from her mind and she emitted a moan akin to a purr and she finally knew her true self.
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