Warnings: Genderbent Sanders Sides, lesbian sexual acts

Leslie found herself thinking a lot. Usually, she took pride in thinking a lot since she loved the assurance that her brain was working. However, she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about what she was thinking. She wasn't sure if the thoughts were sudden or if doing work months in advance made her repress the thoughts until she had no choice but to acknowledge them. It felt like torture being alone with her thoughts, so she thought it would be a good idea to text one of her friends. She didn't want to worry Victoria and she thought her curiosities were out of Pamela's league, so she texted Rachel as a last resort.

L: Rachel? Are you busy?

R: Just finished my homework. What's up?

L: You? Finishing homework instead of procrastinating?

R: Maintaining grades is a requirement for the drama program. Anyway, what's going on?

L: Do you know what it's like to copulate with another girl?

R:Well...it's different for everyone. Why? Did you figure out your sexuality yet?

L: I just think that I might not be entirely straight. I have had dreams of getting physical with girls and liking it and I feel...weird in my vagina from the thought of it. I'm just worried it might be invalid since I've never done anything like that with...anybody.

R: Are your parents home?

L: No, they're out for the week. Why?

R: I'll be right over.

Leslie wasn't exactly sure what to expect once Rachel arrived. When her mind reached one idea, she kept it out of the gutter by reminding herself that they were just friends and that Rachel probably didn't think about the same thing. After some time, she heard the doorbell ring and went to the front door to see "Princess Lesbian Thespian" in the flesh.

"Care to come in?" Leslie asked.

"Of course, nerd," Rachel retorted and made her way to the couch after Leslie closed the door.

Leslie sat next to Rachel on the couch and glanced toward the floor.

"So, why did you ask if my parents are out?" she asked nervously.

"Well, if we want to see if these thoughts mean anything, we can't exactly have your parents interrupting," Rachel answered.

"Well, what do you suggest?" Leslie asked with a little more confidence.

Rachel looked at Leslie and gently grabbed her hands.

"If I make you uncomfortable with what I'm about to do, feel free to stop me," Rachel whispered.

Before Leslie could process what Rachel told her, the latter gently placed her lips on the unsuspecting nerd and left Leslie surprised. She didn't stop Rachel as she kissed harder, so the nerd kissed back and clung to Rachel as a way of getting the hang of things. As Leslie felt Rachel press her tongue in between her lips, the nerd found herself savoring the taste of the thespian. She didn't know if such a sweet taste was something that came from all women or just Rachel, but she wanted to experience more, so much more.

The two pulled apart for air and Leslie revealed her fogged-up glasses as well as a goofy smile and a red face.

"Shall we move this party to the bedroom?" Rachel asked with a smirk.

"As long as we can continue this," Leslie answered while giggling.

Rachel and Leslie walked up to the nerd's bedroom and the thespian smiled as she saw star stickers, "Doctor Who" posters, and various bookshelves; basically everything that screamed "Leslie". They both sat on the bed and Rachel gaveher a warm stare.

"You are fully aware that this will include removing clothing, right? So if you want to back out, you still can," Rachel explained.

"I know what I'm getting into and I'm willing to try," Leslie answered.

Rachel was about to reach for Leslie's sweater vest, but stopped herself with an expression like she was thinking. Pretty soon, she removed her gold-colored dress shoes and her white light sweater revealing her bare arms courtesy of her red tank top. Rachel slowly removed her tank top and unhooked her strapless bra, thus causing Leslie to stare at her friend as more of her bare body was exposed. Once the gold-colored skirt and the panties were removed, it was Rachel's turn to giggle as she noticed Leslie staring at her like an entire aisle of Crofters Jam.

"Are you ready?" she asked, causing Leslie to snap out of it.

"O-oh, yes I'm ready. Umm, my vagina sort of feels funny again. Is that normal?"

"Oh, sweetheart, I think you're getting aroused. It's normal and something tells me it's further proof that you're not straight."

Rachel removed the sweater vest and button-up from Leslie's torso and she'd be lying if she said she didn't admire all that the scholar had been hiding.

"So gorgeous," she constantly said as she removed Leslie's bra, jeans, and panties.

Leslie briefly felt self conscious, but it all seemed to melt away as she gazed into Rachel's caramel eyes. Rachel rubbed up Leslie's legs until she was massaging the nerd's hips. She kissed her again and Leslie was quick to grip onto Rachel. The feeling of the two girls grinding their naked bodies against each other as Rachel's tongue dominated her own felt strange to Leslie, but, at the same time, she felt that the experience was a long time coming. Noises from her mouth transfered to Rachel's as she felt Rachel's hands massaging her breasts.

Leslie groaned as she no longer felt Rachel kissing her, but her mood changed as she felt kisses down her body and heard praises come from Rachel again. She felt the kisses stop and felt a new sensation from her vagina start. She knew it couldn't have been a penis and she knew it couldn't have been a finger since Rachel's hands were still on her breasts, so she was surprised and aroused as she came to the conclusion that Rachel put her tongue down there. She had heard about it from movies and comedy shows, but never knew what it felt like.

It wasn't long before Leslie felt something building up inside her. She closed her eyes shut from worry and squeaked before she heard Rachel say, "Just relax. It's all normal". Pretty soon, Leslie felt a release of...something and a wave of exhaustion washed over her. She took deep breaths as Rachel looked at her while sitting up.

"So, what do you think?" Rachel asked.

Leslie found herself thinking some more: she had a wonderful experience, but she didn't know if it was because it was her first time, she was a lesbian, or Rachel was the partner. All she was certain of was that she wanted more. She turned to Rachel with a smirk.

"I think we should try a few more times for certainty."