Bumping into Ella Berry at Walmart again after 12 years was what started everything off. I hadn't seen her since we used to hang out as kids. Our parents were friends and we lived pretty close to each other; we belonged to the same circle of friends. We would have been about 11 when her family moved away, and to be honest I hadn't really thought about her all that much since then. Life went on. I'd heard through the grapevine that she was back in the area a couple of years ago, working as a collector for Greenpeace. I'd also heard that she dug chicks, just like me, and that was the piece of information that made me actually stop to talk to her that day. She looked good, but then looking back I suppose she always did. Since my early teens I have been way into make-up and I don't think I've been without a spraytan for longer than a week since I was 15. Ella didn't need any of that. As I shyly approached her station outside the mall that day, the main thing flowing through my head was how flawless she looked.

It took Ella longer to recognize me than it did for me to recognize her. I could barely look at her while I spoke because I was so damned nervous. When she finally did recognize me, hearing her say my name did strange things to me.

"Charli," she gasped, her hands flying up to her face like I was a celebrity or something. I was a bit taken back, but tried to keep my cool.

"Yeah, wow. Ella. It's been ages."

"It has..." Ella's voice trailed off as she looked me up and down. People always think that lesbians are out to get you, whether you're straight or not. In my experience, that's never the case. I only ever really bother checking chicks out if I know I have a chance with them, unless they are really that hot that I just have to allow my eyes to linger. The way that Ella's wide eyes hovered in my direction had my heart racing; I was dead scared that she was able to hear it. There was no denying it - she was fully checking me out. I cursed myself for choosing to wear slacks that day. Thank god I had put my make-up on and even bothered with perfume.

Ella took a break from work and we went inside the mall to get coffee. I still couldn't manage to look at her properly. Five minutes into our conversation, Ella brought up the clubhouse that our group used to have when we were young. At least that was something that I could talk about. For the duration of the conversation so far I had been desperately trying to avoid that I was currently unemployed and flatting with a tattooed pervert after having recently been legally emancipated from my insanely religious parents. I remembered the clubhouse well. It was situated at the bottom of Jamie's huge back garden and as Jamie was the adopted daughter in a one-child family, her parents were always happy to have girls over. I think we were there almost every day for three years straight, particularly in the summer. Slowly our group broke away from each other; one major crack in the fabrication being Jamie leaving for boarding school. When she returned home one summer she had become too cool for the rest of us. But before then the clubhouse had been a second home for all of us. We did whatever we wanted in there, although it was mostly just goofing around and playing dumb games. We thought we were just the coolest, though. There was only one rule - no boys allowed. We rarely had any trouble with that rule, seeing as Jamie didn't have any brothers. If any of the neighborhood boys jumped the fence to try their luck, we always had a stash of rotting apples handy to throw.

Ella had me all smiles, reflecting on the days when that clubhouse and our group had been the center of our lives. Back then I had no sexuality; I wasn't interested in boys but my parents put that down to my strict religious upbringing promoting good values and behavior. I didn't even think about chicks until I was 13 or 14. The days spent in that clubhouse were the last days of my innocence. As Ella relived the memories with me over our coffee I had to wonder whether or not she knew that I went the same way as her. It wasn't common knowledge because I had never had a girlfriend, but there was definitely a large handful of people in the area who knew about it.

"Have you talked to Jamie lately?" Ella asked me. I shook my head.

"I haven't talked to any of those girls in a long time. I had classes during high school with some of them, but we haven't been close since we were eleven."

"Yeah, that happens. I talked to Jamie, though. Probably about a month ago. We did a bit more than talk, actually."
I raised an eyebrow. Was she really getting at something, or was it just my dirty mind playing up?

"Yeah?" I sipped my coffee so that I had something else to look at.

"Yes," Ella giggled. "I saw her out clubbing. She was with a guy but she ended up with me at the end of the night. We went home together."

"Oh. Does she...do that?"

"She does that, yeah. But apparently she is seeing that guy again, so I don't know. I guess she is just up for whatever is going."

I didn't mull over this for too long. I was used to that type of thing. If I ever found a girl game enough to sleep with me, she was usually confused or bi or it was her first time with a chick and she didn't know what was going on. Either that or just really, really drunk.

Ella had to leave pretty soon so we cut off our catch-up prematurely. We both still had a lot to talk about, so naturally we swapped numbers and arranged to meet up again the following week, at my place this time, so that Ella could have a look around the neighborhood where she grew up. Despite the fact that I can't stand my parents and have nothing but negative memories of my childhood with them, I still hadn't been able to bring myself to leave the same neighborhood in which I was born.

I had Ella on my mind for the remainder of the day and I sat on my phone until Monday when she called to confirm we were going to meet up the following day. She arrived at my place looking even better than she had when I had run into her at the mall and it made me physically ache with lust. Whenever I wanted to get laid I usually had to travel out of town, nobody around here was really into it. If you wanted cock then that was easy enough but for me it wasn't so simple. I'd found myself thinking of Jamie and whether or not it would be worth looking her up. If she had gone with Ella then maybe she would be keen for some casual sex with me. I was no dreamgirl like Ella, but I'd been told I wasn't so bad. I told myself that if things didn't get happy with Ella, then I would try my luck with Jamie.

I brought the matter of Jamie up with Ella but she was one step ahead of me.

"I called her up and told her we should re-unite. She is super keen."

"What, and all the other girls too? All seven of us?"

"No," Ella replied as she shook her head. There was a silent pause before she added, "Just us three. The other girls...I've tracked them down recently but they're not like us."

"Not like us?" I asked, panicking. Did she know about me? Did she know I was keen on her?

"You're going red," Ella laughed, which only made me blush even harder. "Don't be like that. We all play for the same team, you me and Jamie. The others girls don't. Not that that's a reason not to look them up...it's just...it's awkward around straight girls sometimes, you know?"

"Yeah. They don't get it."

"I don't even get it, most of the time," said Ella with a soft sigh. "But it's okay. We can catch up with the girls later if we feel the need. But I just feel like there was a reason that you and I ran into each other, you know? And a reason that Jamie and I ran into each other. I haven't come across any other members of our old group over the years."

I nodded. I completely understood. All I could think now was...were we going to do it? Ella and I? And where did Jamie fit in in the picture? Ella picked up on my confusion and proceeded to explain.

"Jamie wants to meet up at her old place. Her brother lives there now. Her father is dead and her mother moved away."

"Oh my god. That's awful. But...she has no brother." I instantly felt sad for Jamie's father. He was one of the kindest men I ever had the pleasure of knowing. As a kid I used to wish that he was my own father.

"When Jamie turned twelve she begged her parents for a sister. Obviously they weren't able to conceive, so they attempted to adopt again. But after a year the only child the agency could fit them with was a boy. He was a foster child, ten years old when he joined their family."

"That's cool, I guess."

"So are you down for it? Should we check out the clubhouse?"

I grinned hard. Hell yeah. I couldn't believe it was still there.

"When are we going to check it out?" I asked, assuming that there would be some arranging to do.

"I can call Jamie now. She's free today."

"Really?!"
And so with minimal fuss Ella and I travelled the mere three blocks to Jamie's childhood home, where she was waiting for us. Jamie had always been kind of plain-looking, but just like me she had developed an interest in the use of cosmetics and today she looked a treat. I hugged her when I saw her, noting that her tits cushioned mine and her ribs jutted into my side. I've always said that I don't like a skinny chick, but I've never really been able to figure out if it's my true opinion or whether I'm just jealous. I stood on the side of the street comparing Ella and Jamie without really even realizing what I was doing. Obviously Jamie had had her tits done whereas Ella's had barely grown since she was 11, and through their clothes I appreciated each chest just as much as each other.