I found love one summer

Maria lay in bed, thinking about Sara. She had gone to bed two hours before, and expected to be asleep by now. But everytime she closed her eyes, she saw Sara behind her eyelids, smiling at her. Maria never thought about the possibility of her liking girls, but it didn't frighten her a bit. She wondered if her conservitive grandparents knew about the girl who was like their second granddaughter being a lesbian. "I doubt it," Maria said to herself. Her grandparents weren't horrible people, and probably would never purposefully make someone feel bad about themselves. But they were the sort who believed such a thing could be "cured." Maria then found herself thinking strange thoughts. How big were her breasts? Did you forget that minor detail? Her green eyes were very pretty. But how were her lips? Full, or thin?
Maria rolled over in bed, holding her stuffed dog she'd had since she was a kid closely to her chest. She felt the pressure down in her crotch, and knew right away she was wet, and horny. She also knew that now was a great time to masturbate. She sighed, and knew it was a bad idea. She didn't know the house well enough to sneak down to the bathroom to wash her hands in the dark. She'd probably trip over something, and wake her grandparents. Her mind wondered away, to where she thought Sara might be. Was she in bed, too? Probably. It was late. Did she feel horny? Maria wished she knew. But she did hope that Sara had taken the great chance and pleasured herself to the thought of Maria.