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“Yeah, because they think you’re from the Planet Weirdo and they’ve never seen an alien before!”

“Whatever! I rather like the idea of going to my grave one day never having given Disney the satisfaction of seeing their stupid snowman movie.”

Chloë started choking.

“It’s not a snowman movie!” she exclaimed, indignantly. How was she having this conversation? “It’s about sisters…and forgiveness…and love and…it’s got Elsa! We are totally watching it tonight!”

“No, we are totally not!”

Chloë, a gleam in her eye, smirked.

“Okay, time for a bet, then,” she said. “First one to make the other one come, wins. If I win, you watch Frozen. If I lose, you stay a virgin.”

Morgan scoffed.

“Too easy!” she exclaimed. “It should be: the first one to make the other one come four times, wins.”

Chloë smiled down at the woman whose lap she was straddling. Already, she could feel her core heating up and liquefying. She could also see Morgan’s cheeks getting flushed with anticipation.

“You’re on, Miss Banks.”

Epilogue

Three months later

“Hi, everyone!” Amy started. “Welcome to yet another episode of Lesbeing—the Podcast! Yay! I’m your host, Amy Broadnax. Thank you for joining me! Okay, so as you know, I’ve been doing a series of episodes in which I find real-life examples of common lesfic tropes and today I have a real-life example of one of the biggest tropes ever: the age gap!

“Joining me today are Chloë Marchand and her girlfriend, Morgan Banks. Ladies, thank you for being on the show!”

Morgan smiled into the fancy webcam Chloë had bought just for this occasion. Her and Chloë were sitting close together on their sofa so that they could both be in the frame, the webcam on a stand positioned on the coffee table.

“Hi Amy,” Morgan said. “Thanks for inviting us.”

Chloë waved, beaming a thousand-watt smile. “Hey, Amy!”

At first, Morgan was reluctant to appear on the podcast. Professionally, she wasn’t sure it was a smart move, knowing that people in her line of work, education, are often better off making sure that not too much about their personal lives are out there on the internet.

But then, reassurance came from the unlikeliest of sources: Dr. Kenworthy.

Morgan had mentioned the idea of the podcast during her weekly one-to-one with him. It was a recurring meeting given only to the heads of each department, which Morgan now was; specifically, head of the new Department of Written Arts. When she had been offered the job a few months back, she had thought it best to inform the headmaster that she was in a relationship with a woman, to prevent the possibility of him finding out via other channels.

Dr. Kenworthy had shrugged.

“A quarter of the staff of this school is gay, Ms. Banks. Alas, you are not very unique in that regard.”

Just a couple of weeks ago, she decided to mention the podcast because Chloë had brought it up. She mentioned her concerns that perhaps doing the show would be revealing too much of her private life and that it could present a problem with certain parents or even some board members.

Again, Dr. Kenworthy had shrugged.

“Ms. Banks, I want our students to understand the importance of not hiding who they are and for that to happen, we need to lead by example. Unless you and your girlfriend are lesbian neo-Nazis, I don’t have any problem with you sharing your story with the internet. And if it turns out certain parties are unhappy with it and withdraw their children…Well, as you know, Ms. Banks, every year Barrington Woods turns away more students than we accept. So, we’ll be fine.”

***

The pretty young woman hosting the show, Amy, started off by asking what the difference was in their ages.

“Twelve years,” Morgan said.

“And one month,” Chloë added. “Like, exactly!”