Me and Her (Always Her, Book 2): Lesbian Romance Page 13
“Perfect,” Jack said. I looked at her curiously, but she didn’t expand on her sentence.
“I used to have French class in here sometimes,” I said, sitting on the desk.
“I used to have biology,” Jack said, walking over and standing in front of me.
“Liar! All our biology classes were in a lab.” She grinned, her eyes full of heat. I loved the way she slipped into this cocky mode sometimes; it was delicious.
“What was your French class like?” she asked. I pictured it in my mind.
“Kind of boring. We had Mrs Brouillard. She was so old and slow, and she didn’t even have a good French accent. I used to sit there daydreaming the whole time.” Jack stepped closer, nudged my knees apart, and inserted herself between them. The feeling of having her so close made my clit ache.
“Daydreaming about what?”
“About sex, mostly.”
“About having sex in the room?”
“Maybe.” She cupped my ass with both hands and pulled me closer, latching her mouth onto mine at the same time. I was light-headed with arousal. She began to lift my shirt up.
“In here, really?”
“No-one’s in the school, clearly. And who would find us up here anyway?” I sucked my lips in.
“I guess.” I raised my arms and allowed her to take my shirt over my head.
“You’re so beautiful, Elise,” she said, and kissed me again, pulling the strap of my bra down, and sliding her hand inside the cup. I moaned as her fingers made contact with my nipple. I reached for her shirt, and she pulled it over her head. I shivered at the sensation of her silky-soft skin on mine. She pulled the cups of the bra all the way down, trapping my arms in the straps, as she kissed each breast and sucked my aching nipples. Then, she unfastened the catch on my bra, releasing my arms, and tipped me back on the desk, so I had to brace myself with my hands. My skirt bunched up around my waist.
“I’ve been dying to see you in these panties all day,” she said. I stifled a sound as she ran her fingers over the fabric. It was so delicate that I could feel her fingertips as if I was naked. “They’re so fucking hot.” Her thumb ran up the slit in the middle, barely touching my bare flesh, and I jolted as it made contact with my clit. She looked me in the eye as she chafed my clit with her thumb, and I imagined how I looked to her. I could see my nipples, fiercely erect, at the edge of my vision. My thighs were spread wide, wanting more from her. She bent close and ran her tongue all the way along the slit of the panties, from bottom to top. As she reached my clit, she sucked a little, and my hips jerked towards her, eager for her to take more of it into her mouth. It was a weird, insanely hot sensation, knowing I still had clothes on, but being semi-exposed to her at the same time. I felt her pull one of the tiny bows undone, and a second one, and then a third, and then she licked me harder, unobstructed by the material. I watched her, lost to the crazy realization of my wildest fantasies. Two fingers slid inside me, briefly quelling the overwhelming ache, before they began to move in and out, rousing my desire further.
She pumped her hand fast and hard, and I came quickly, with my own hand over my mouth, and the other pinching my nipples. Jack straightened up.
“Did you like that?” she asked.
“It was unbelievable,” I said. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of my panties.
“It’s a shame to lose these,” she said. “But in my fantasy, you’re not wearing anything at all.” She stripped them off me, then made me stand up while she unzipped my skirt and took it off. “Wait there,” she said. I perched on the edge of the teacher’s desk, totally bare to the light of the moon, as I watched her walk over to her bag. She rummaged around in it, and pulled out the toy we’d bought earlier. She walked back to me, and unfastened the zipper on her pants. She was wearing the harness under her jeans. I gasped.
“What – how did you do that?” I said.
“I slipped it on earlier when I went to the bathroom,” she said with grin. She loosened a strap and eased the dildo into it. She backed me onto the desk, pushed my thighs apart, and, with a fluid motion, guided it all the way inside me. I sucked in a breath. It was really wide, and it almost hurt for a moment, my muscles throbbing, before they began to yield to it, nerve endings tingling with pleasure. She thrust slowly with her hips, watching the dildo entering me, and then she pulled me closer. I wrapped my legs around her hips, and grabbed at the fabric of her jeans, encouraging her to go deeper. It felt dirty, being naked while she was still mostly clothed, and I appreciated why this was such a fantasy for her.
She moved faster and faster, and I lolled against her, unaware of anything other than the sensation of her big, wide dildo filling me so completely. I started to come again and again, as often happened when she fucked me with the strap on, one rippling climax turning into another. She tangled a hand in my hair and pulled my head back, looking deep into my eyes while she fucked me. Her expression was so wild and hungry that I could hardly keep looking at her.
“Turn around,” she said, suddenly, pulling out of me and stepping away in a single movement.
“Huh?” I said, stupidly.
“Bend over the desk.” Not even thinking of refusing, I did as she ordered, standing up and slowly bending right over the teacher’s desk. My breasts pressed against the wood, and my ass was upturned to her gaze. For what felt like a long time, she didn’t speak or touch me. I started to turn my head.
“Don’t move,” she said. “I want to enjoy this moment. “I’ve been having this fantasy of punishing you, like a naughty schoolgirl. Would you like that?”
“Umm,” I mumbled, equivocally. I had no idea if I’d like it or not.
“Say yes.”
“Yes,” I said. Immediately, something slapped me across both ass cheeks.
“Ow!” I yelped.
“You have to be quiet,” she said, sternly. The object slapped me again. It burned a little, but the burning was somehow arousing, and I found myself hoping for another one. I didn’t have to wait long, as she followed it up with a whole series of slaps, raining down on my ass, never in the same place twice. It didn’t really hurt; it was a hot, exciting tingle. “Have you had enough?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said.
“Good, because your ass is getting red,” she said, and I squirmed. She put the object down on the desk next to me. It was a ruler. Of course.
Her fingers pressed on the hot flesh of my ass, and, at the same moment, the dildo pushed its way inside me. I gave another yelp. It always felt more intense in this position. She eased it in slowly, slowly, until it was in all the way, and I felt the fabric of her jeans touching my ass. I let out a sigh. I loved the moment when her pelvis pressed against me, her toy buried deep inside. She began to move slowly, gently, and each thrust set a fire inside me. My muscles clenched down hard on the dildo, and I felt like I was turning to liquid. She began to pump in and out faster and faster. I laid my head on my arms, and came again and again. After a long time, she gave the little sighs and moans that signified an orgasm was near. Her fingers bit into my ass, and my hips bumped against the table as she lost control, grinding on me, with rough, juddery movements, until she climaxed.
“Wow, I think that was the most intense orgasm of my life,” she said, when she’d recovered. She pulled out of me and took the dildo out of the harness. I stood up and perched on the desk again, and we kissed and hugged tenderly.
“If I never have sex again, I won’t even care,” Jack said. “That was totally, unbelievably hot.”
“It was,” I said, grinning at her. I glanced at my clothes lying around. “Guess I’d better get dressed,” I said, almost regretfully. I took a long look at the room as I left. The air was heavy with the smell of sex, and I hoped the students would smell it when they came in tomorrow, and wonder.
We passed the newspaper office on the way towards the exit.
“Let’s go in for a minute,” Jack said.
The smell of the office hadn’t chang
ed at all. It still evoked both coziness and restless energy.
“I used to see you working here so often,” I said. “Do you miss it?”
“I do. She walked over to her old editor’s desk and ran her hand over it. “It’s funny how things that happen at high school seem so important, but when you go to college, it all seems silly. I was so crazy about meeting deadlines and chasing out all the important school stories. But when you come back, it’s a just a small high school in the middle of nowhere.”
“It was important at the time though, like all these moments,” I said. She sat down on the vast editor’s chair, with its soft leather seats and armrests.
“Do you ever get the feeling that when you leave a place, you leave a part of you behind?” she said. “I mean, I know this chair belongs to another editor now, but I feel like part of me is still there, working away, somewhere in another dimension.” I sat on her lap, curling myself up, like a cat.
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” I said. “But I thought it was only me who felt like that. I think it’s weird how, when I haven’t seen something for a while, I expect to feel a sense of dislocation when I see it again, but it’s actually just really familiar, like I’ve never really been away.”
“That’s why it’s so great that we’re together. We get to have you and me twice,” she said.
“That’s so romantic.” Her eyes softened.
“I love you Elise.
“I love you too, Jack.” We kissed again, and again, entwined on the big, comfortable chair, and my chest swelled with happiness and excitement for our future together.
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Alexandra Delancey has an English degree from Oxford University. She worked as a commercial writer and editor for several years, and now writes fiction full time.
When not writing, she loves hot nights, clean sheets, and exploring the underground scenes of unknown cities. Her first novel, set in the particularly seedy underbelly of one such city, is coming out soon.
Other books
Always Her – The prequel to Me and Her
Back at high school, Jack was the sexy, confident tomboy who always had a girlfriend, while Elise was the mainstream straight chick, who was never seen without her girly clique. But Elise had a secret yearning that she kept all to herself.
Four years later, Elise is at college far away from home. Her father has died and she wants to live a life that would make him happy. But when she bumps into Jack one night, all of her old feelings are reignited, and she’s not sure if she can keep them hidden away this time.
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Watched Like Marilyn – a FREE erotic short story
Being watched was more than a desire for her; it was a consuming obsession. A chance experience in her teens sparked a passion that would mean more to her than many of her lovers.
That was, until she met Alicia, who wasn't willing to be second best to her self-loving urges.
A lesbian erotic tale of exposure and restraint, up on the fifteenth floor.
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Putana – an erotic short story
A sultry night in a Mediterranean village inspires Rebekkah and Eli to realise a very hot fantasy.
A lesbian erotic tale of outdoor sex, objectification and domination.
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Kristie’s Game – an erotic short story
George hasn’t been having a good night. Abandoned by her girlfriend and all of her friends, she finds herself in a seedy bar on the wrong side of town. A rough encounter with a stranger in a bathroom might be just what she needs to get over it. But Kristie turns out to be so much more than a bi-curious girl looking for her first lesbian experience.
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