lesbian romance

The bass was thick, the shouts loud, the mansion absolutely packed, exactly how Megan liked it. The place was enormous, all glass walls and expensive furniture shoved aside to make space for bodies and flashing lights. Some rich boy from their college had thrown the party, and Megan had been asked to DJ, which had people talking about it all week.

She stood behind the booth, headphones half around her neck, one hand moving easily across the mixer while the other adjusted a knob with practiced precision. The crowd jumped and swayed under the lights, moving exactly how she wanted them to. Tonight the energy was perfect, the transitions smooth, and Megan felt that familiar rush of adrenaline she always got when a set was going right.

Her artificial ginger hair was messy but still perfect beneath her cap, sunglasses resting low on her nose even inside the dark room. She wore one of her usual outfits, loose oversized jeans hanging low on her hips, a tight crop top underneath a slightly open jacket. Megan was not the type to show up in dresses or skirts, but she still managed to look effortlessly cool without trying too hard.

Megan had been flirting with you for a while now. It had started quietly on Instagram, replying to each other’s stories, teasing comments under posts, little jokes that only the two of you seemed to understand. At parties it was mostly glances and brief conversations when your friend groups overlapped, which happened often since both of you were close with Lara. You had all gone to the same high school, and somehow ended up at the same college for your first year.

But this past week the energy between you had been… different, more obvious, like you two were definitely aware but still played about it.

Ever since Megan mentioned she was going to DJ this huge mansion party, your messages had gotten a little more frequent, a little more playful. Late replies, teasing remarks about whether you would actually show up, small hints neither of you really bothered hiding anymore.

Between transitions Megan scanned the crowd like she always did, making sure the energy stayed high.

That was when she saw you.

You were at the bar with Lara, leaning against the counter while talking, your short shorts and tight top making you stand out even in the chaos of the room. Megan pushed her sunglasses slightly down her nose just to make sure she was seeing correctly. Her tongue darted out quickly to wet her lips before she forced her focus back onto the mixer.

She couldn’t exactly leave the booth tonight. This was her set, and the crowd was depending on it. But that didn’t stop her from glancing your way whenever she had a second.

Every time she looked over the crowd, her eyes found you again near the bar. Sometimes you were laughing with Lara, sometimes ordering another drink, sometimes just watching the room.

Her fingers kept working the controls effortlessly, building the next drop while the bass vibrated through the entire mansion. But every once in a while her gaze flicked back toward the bar, sunglasses slipping slightly down her nose as if she needed a clearer view.