Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  We woke up the next day and went for breakfast. We chatted as easily as we had the night before. In the weeks that followed we hung out together a lot more, and it got more and more comfortable. There were really no more innuendos about sex, and I would be lying if I said that I wasn’t a little disappointed.

  I remembered how Brett had treated me, how he had acted towards me. If this was his game, his strategy, then it really was weak. I missed the men back home, the boys who just said what they meant and meant what they said. Navigating varsity was really a very different beast, and I was going to have to learn very quickly how to traverse it.

  Chapter Nine

  The semester was coming to an end, and I had made it. I was glad that I had, but I was even happier that I was about to see my parents again. It had really been too long, and I missed Kansas more than I cared to admit to myself out loud.

  “So, you excited about leaving?” Sam asked me, passing me a slice of pizza across the rug on the floor of our room.

  “Very…” I responded, letting her touch my fingers as I took the pie.

  We had been skirting this issue for a very long time, and since that night at the beginning of the semester in the bedroom at the frat house, nothing had happened. I had played with the idea, and I knew that Samantha had played with the idea. But I think she was aware that I was not comfortable with this, and I loved that she respected this.

  I had gotten to know Sam, though, in the past few months. And getting to know her I had started to like her, more and more. I was still confused though by this liking, not sure what it meant for me and how I understood and knew myself. I had started dating Brett, but that lasted a month. And nothing happened between us, partly because I was not ready, and also because Sam had really got under my skin.

  We ate in silence, and then drank the remainder of our root beers in as much silence. The silence wasn’t awkward, it wasn’t uncomfortable. But the space between us seemed to grow with each moment that passed. This growing distance made me feel a little strange, and I wondered again what this meant.

  Sam moved closer to me suddenly, and I froze. I couldn’t move out of the way, nor did I want to. This moment was a long time coming and I figured that it was just time to know what the possibility of this would be. I just had to know.

  She held my face in her delicate hand, and I moved my face into her grip. I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to touch her. What I was absolutely sure of was that I wanted her to touch me. My head flooded with memories of the first night she touched me like this.

  As her face came close to mine I dropped the can, fortunately it was empty, and before I knew it her lips were on my face. Not on my mouth, but all over my face, my cheeks, my chin, my forehead, my eyelids. Then she was kissing my head, gently pulling my face down. I was hot, all over. I knew that I was not going to stop her. It just felt so right, suddenly. I felt prepared for this, more so than I had been the first time.

  The aggression of the first time caught me completely off-guard

  “I think we need to face what’s happening here,” she said, and I wasn’t sure how to response.

  “Please, don’t speak,” I whispered, not wanting the complication of explaining what was happening here before I knew what exactly it was.

  Now Sam came for my mouth, and as her lips touched to mine, I felt my face flush red. I couldn’t open my eyes, thinking hard about how I was about to navigate Sam’s lips. There was no need for any concern, though, because Samantha seemed to know exactly what she was doing, and what she wanted to do.

  Her tongue slipped into my mouth so easily that it felt like it had always been there. I didn’t nothing with it, for a moment, and then I started to move my own tongue against hers. We danced into each other’s mouths so comfortably that the awkwardness of that first tongue wrestling was now completely forgotten. What I did remember though was the first time her lips touched mine. It was suddenly confirmed for me that she had known for a very long time that this was going to happen.

  Actually, I think I knew this too.

  “Beautiful,” she said, when she moved her mouth off mine. Before I could respond, she was kissing me again, and I was kissing her too, with a little more enthusiasm than ever before. We were both suddenly invested in this kiss, and the natural progression of it, where we were going to go from here, was suddenly revealed to me, like streetlamps coming on one at a time to light up a tree-lined, moonlit avenue.

  Her hand moved underneath my top, and as her fingers grazed my nipples, warmth filled my chest. Moisture started to pool between my thighs, and my inner-clock was ticking madly, my internal drum beating profusely.

  Sam gripped my breast in its entirety now. It fit perfectly in her hand. She squeezed it gently at first, and then harder. Her mouth was still connected to mine, as her other hand found my other breast. Again she was squeezing, more aggressively this time. It felt amazing, and my thighs were dripping with moisture now.

  I started t murmur. I wanted to ask her to touch me between my legs, but thought better of it. I was still unsure, knowing just that everything that she was doing to me now felt amazing.

  “Are we going to do this?” she asked at last.

  Again I couldn’t articulate a response. I just nodded my head, giving her permission to do with me what she wanted. I knew that I had to be involved somehow, that I had to return the many beautiful favors she was meting out on me. But I just couldn’t, not yet. I was in total euphoria, just enjoying what she was doing to me too much.

  Sam helped me out of my tank top, and in the absence of a bra, my breasts clung to my chest, almost fearfully. I knew just then that there was no turning back now, and that we were going to go all the way tonight.

  Chapter Ten

  Sam’s hand were off me for the time it took her to take her own top and shorts off. Then she helped me out of my shorts, and my nerves returned. As she pulled my panties down my heart fluttered so hard that my breasts looked like they were about to shake right off my chest. As she pulled my tiny lace panties down with one hand she pushed me down onto my back, and I closed my eyes.

  “Thank you,” Sam said, and immediately placed her mouth on my femininity. I couldn’t breathe, and as she delicately devoured every part of my moist honeypot, I started to pant, softly at first, and then very, very loudly.

  Her tongue moved in and out of me, taking with it the excessive amounts of moisture literally now flowing out of me. She pushed hard against all my walls, pressing her intentions into me, and then releasing me just long enough for her, and me, to catch our breaths. I had never experienced such pleasure, and I hadn’t anticipated that it would feel this good. When I started to cum directly into her mouth I couldn’t stop myself, and she apparently didn’t want me to.

  “No, no… Thank you…” I whispered. Actually I more panted it, but the words came out all the same.

  She moved her mouth up my belly and soon was kissing my mouth again. I tasted myself on her lips, and this turned me on even more. When she started to go into me with just one and then two fingers, I wasn’t even aware of it for the first minute or so. Then I was, and I knew that it was time for me to get involved.

  I felt around between her own legs, pressing my finger against the soft, somewhat engorged flesh outside of her entrance. Then tentatively, I started to search for her entrance, in total awe of the expertise she was showing on mine. When I found her lips, and then started to go into her, she too started panting, and I knew, or hoped rather, that I was doing something right. She deserved as much pleasure as she was giving to me, and I needed to ensure that I was delivering just that.

  Our fingers moved around inside each other, two fingers, and then three fingers. She was moaning loudly now, and then groaning. Then she started to grunt, sort of, a primal sound, a very erotic sound. I wasn’t aware of what was happening until she sprayed a copious amount of moisture from her depths all over my hand.

  She didn’t skip a beat on me, though.
The closer she brought me to my own end, my second end, I closed my eyes and relaxed into it. As I came for the second time, I yelped, and opened my eyes, embarrassed by the sound that had just come out of my mouth.

  Without thinking too much about it, I started to move my own mouth towards her now moist, wet center. She didn’t try to stop me. I didn’t expect that she would. I got to the place where her thighs met in a glorious ensemble of tenderness, and put my mouth on her. I was kissing her first, gently moving my lips over every part of her beautifully shaven mound. Then I parted her lips with my tongue, and started to enter her.

  The entry was effortless!

  She tasted like heaven, and I started to lap up all the liquid still oozing from her. Thirstily, I drank from her love fountain, moving my tongue in and then out, all the way in and then almost all the way out of her. She was moaning softly now, and I knew that I had reached her spot. I felt good about myself and this made me more confident. Holding her legs apart further, I was really digging into her with my tongue now, drawing louder more intense moans from her. Who would have known that being with a woman would be so satisfying?

  The sounds she was making as I ate her out satisfied me more even than her fingers, or her mouth. When she started to cream into my mouth, I was the one hungrily lapping up the product of her orgasm. I kept my mouth on her, sucking hard, licking hard, and even biting. She seemed to be coming down from her orgasm, and then she was suddenly on a collision course with her third. I went harder onto her and into her and soon she was screaming, letting me know that I was as good with my mouth as she was with hers.

  “Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” she asked, and I was suddenly embarrassed.

  “Never,” I said, eventually, bringing my face up to hers.

  We stared at each other for the longest time. Words were not necessary now. The look in her eyes mimicked mine exactly, and I was sure at last what was going on here. I was falling in love with Sam, and I was sure that she was falling in love with me too. She had actually fallen in love with me long before I knew that this kind of love was even a possibility for me.

  My head was filling fast with thoughts of what this meant for me now. How would I tell my parents? Would I? Not yet, I thought. At least I knew that we would have visits to Kansas, maybe even her home. There was nothing that would give away the true nature of our relationship, provided we were careful. The many possibilities of me and Sam suddenly excited me. And I knew that whatever became of it, I was going to make sure that I enjoyed every minute of this beautiful ride…

  To Kiss A Girl

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A First Time Lesbian Romance

  Daisy

  I never wanted to be a lawyer, but it seemed the path was predestined. And I was never one to go against the grain, or my parents. Sure, that meant I barely knew the meaning of fun. Until one day.

  I escaped my tedious life on a whim and went to a place all my girlfriends had had wild parties before without me. I found another path, another destiny, where I felt free and finally had fun! I soon realized I couldn’t live without my other secret life and the unexpected connections I’d made. I couldn’t live without her or the soul-soothing jazz music we shared.

  Cale

  She was a spoilt, boring rich girl, or so she thought. That’s never how I saw her. I saw a brave soul on the hunt for her real passion in life. And she found it! I wasn’t sorry she felt torn between her mundane life and our magical, carefree, musical world. We made a connection, not just through the music, and I couldn’t stand the thought of losing her!

  * * *

  Chapter 1

  A senior associate approached our hive with a stack of documents reaching up to her neck. I stood up quickly and smiled.

  “Do you need help with that?” I asked.

  “Yes, thank you, Daisy,” she replied, “Please put that on Travis’ desk.”

  Travis was still the senior associates’ favorite after he’d spotted a loophole in a lucrative client contract the previous week. It could have cost the firm millions.

  I hurried towards her, taking more steps to compensate for the restriction of my pencil skirt. One of the downsides of working at one of the most prestigious law firms in Atlanta was the dress code. A pair of jeans or sweatpants were definitely more my style. My mother had bought the skirt for me when I broke the ‘good’ news to her and my father six months ago. I didn’t want to expose my rounded posterior to the world, but she said the skirt looked good. Professional. And she was still waxing on to all our family and friends who would listen, about me being accepted as a junior associate at Goodwin & Freidman.

  I wish I had felt as excited as she had.

  I returned to cite-checking the partner’s brief and actually looked forward to the all-hands meeting an hour later for a break from the tedium. The other three first years on the team would be jostling for attention, as usual. But not me. It wasn’t that I wasn’t good at my job, or couldn’t handle the pace. My body was actually starting to get used to the crazy schedule. And it was probably going to be another twelve hour day. Thank God I had taken my Professor’s advice to live as close to work as possible.

  My parents helped to pay the rent, but I knew they would have preferred I commute from home. The five-bedroomed mansion they called home was even more airy with their only child gone. But I got to see it every Sunday. They insisted I come for Sunday lunch, every Sunday.

  That night I finally collapsed onto my sofa at ten ‘o clock. The sounds of gunfire and explosions bled through from the neighbor’s apartment. Another action series. My computer screen was flashing on the desk in the corner of the room. More social media updates from old high school friends that actually had a life. Some of them didn’t even have full time jobs! I warmed up a bowl of leftover pasta from the café downstairs and picked out the chicken pieces first, as I glanced up at the Mac’s screen again. Fine. What adventures were they up to now?

  Emma was in South Africa! There was a photo of her standing on a lush green hill with a secluded bay behind her and some rural huts on the far hill. It looked beautiful. She had a huge smile on her face. I sighed. She had been backpacking around the world for almost a year now. I shoved a piece of pasta into my mouth and chewed slowly. The only vacation I had taken lately was to the Starbucks on my fifteen minute lunch break.

  After my hunger was cured, I climbed into a scalding hot shower.

  “The dog days are ov-er-er…”

  Florence and the Machine blared from the wireless speaker on my desk.

  “The dog days are do-one!” I sang along.

  My favorite part of the day.

  ***

  After working through all the sunshine of my Saturday, I headed to the Whole Foods Market. Other young corporate slaves fumbled through the aisles attempting to placate their frazzled bodies with organic, GMO-free products, as I sipped my extra-dark-roast coffee at the coffee bar.

  I scrolled down on my mobile. Another photo of Emma. Standing on top of a mountain, nestled in a narrow band of clouds with a jagged coastline far below. I closed the photo and noticed an ad in the right-hand corner of the screen. I clicked on it and it expanded to fill the screen. Then I shook my head, closed the ad and took another sip of my bitter coffee.

  A second later, I opened the ad again and stared at it. It was an event invitation. I didn’t how it was linked to me. I had never been to South Carolina before. We had only driven through on route to my aunt in Washington. I closed it again. Charleston. The girls had had some wild weekends there when they were at college. Of course, I wasn’t with them. I had my head glued inside some legal textbook. Beach parties, jazz music, way too much drinking and who knows what else. Fun. A foreign word in my vocabulary.

  A day later the ad continued to taunt me. It would only take about five hours to drive there. I could pop in and out for the weekend. No. There was a big merger still being finalized at work. There was no way I’d have time. The week flashed by like a
n express train.

  On Saturday I got on the I-20 at eight ‘o clock in the morning and left town. Work could wait, for a change. I immediately felt the guilt swooping in and probably wouldn’t be able to bury the feeling the rest of the weekend. I hadn’t told anyone I was going, especially not my parents.

  I pulled up outside the hostel four hours and fifty minutes later. The double story building had white balcony railings and blue shingles. My mouth stretched into a wide grin and a little giggle burst out. I still couldn’t believe I was there! I dumped my backpack on the double bed in my private room and walked out onto the balcony. Green vines were growing up the balustrades and in the distance, cars drove over the Ashley River Bridge.

  The competition started at seven ‘o clock and the bar was only three blocks away. I had to go and stroll passed beforehand, just to check it out. The bar was on the beach and had a rooftop deck. I saw the deck first as I rounded the corner. It was wooden and had a string of lights around the perimeter. It would be beautiful when the sun set.

  Then I saw the chalk notice board. Competition starts tonight at 19:00. All welcome. Come join in the fun. I inhaled deeply.

  “Can I help you?”

  A server stood, holding a menu out to me.

  “Oh-err, no thank you,” I replied.

  I smiled awkwardly and carried on walking passed. Perhaps if I read a book on the hostel’s balcony it might relax my nerves, I thought. By six ‘o clock the sun cast long shadows on the paperback. I put it down on the mosaic table top, wiped my sweaty temples and stood up. It was slightly cooler in my room, but I decided to take a refreshing shower before heading to the bar. My red and white polka dot vintage dress lay on the bed, ready for the show. I wasn’t sure I was ready!