Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  Natalie kissed my neck, sweaty though it was, and when she said, “I love you,” the words were felt on my skin as much as heard. Her tongue flicked out over my skin, and I shuddered, biting back the urge to beg for more. We weren’t in the right place for that. She pulled away minutes later, and I stopped to gather her crutches. When I looked at her face, I found her eyes sparkling with wetness, her lashes dewy. She grinned at me. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

  I backed Natalie into the bed and then put a hand to her shoulder to stop her from laying down. Gently, I eased her shirt up and over her head. I tossed it aside, then bent to trail kisses over the top of her breasts. Her bra cupped them beautifully, positioning them perfectly for my attention. I could feel Natalie shiver and her exhale was breathy. Before moving on, I took a moment to nuzzle, rubbing my cheek over the silky soft flesh. I buried myself between the two, feeling them press against my face. I finally understood why so many people were enamored by so simple an action. I kissed every bit of revealed skin. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I had to remind myself to be patient. I shifted restlessly, but I didn’t quicken my pace.

  Unlike the first time, I removed Natalie’s bra in one attempt. Her breasts were bared to me, and I didn’t hesitate to take one of her hard nipples into my mouth. I gently used my teeth on the sensitive nub, and I was rewarded with a low moan and the arch of Natalie’s back. I kept a hand on her spine, tracing the curve as she pushed toward me.

  I don’t know how long I spent encouraging her nipple to peak hardness, but her knees were tight to my sides and she was breathing deeply, each one shaky. I kissed my way from one breast to the other, my tongue tasting her skin.

  Once both breasts had received an equal amount of attention, I drew away with a low wet pop and then urged Natalie to lay on her back. Her legs hung over the end of the bed, and I carefully removed her jeans while she wiggled to help. This left her bare on the bed, in nothing but her thin scrap of panties.

  I took in the view, awed. She was so lean, so perfect. Like this I could see all of her, and she was smiling wickedly down at me, eyes hooded. She ran a hand down her stomach as I watched, plucking at her wet nipples and tracing the dips and curves of her abdomen, before she stopped to tease at the lace edge of her panties. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes heavy lidded. “You going to do anything or just keep looking?” she asked, fingers sliding beneath the lace edges. I watched her move them steadily, the way she arched on the bed, a moan leaving her as she pulled her legs up and spread them.

  My voice caught in my throat. I put my hand over hers, feeling her touch herself, before I nudged her hand out and away. I started at the curve of her buttcheeks, grazing wet kisses and sharp bites over the plump flesh, working me way up to the back of her thighs that she’d so helpfully bared to me. I nipped and licked the spots which I found to be especially sensitive for her—the inside of her thighs was a particular favorite.

  I didn’t stop until she was a squirming mess. Her back wasn’t on the bed, arched clean from it, and her belly quivered with every breath. The damp spot on her panties was obvious, large and soaking, and the scent hit me like a wave. I felt a surge of pride. I may have been new at this, but I was quickly getting the hang of it.

  I urged her farther onto the bed, and while she watched I finally undressed. I took my time, trying to make the experience a tease. I wanted it to be special. I drew my shirt over my head slowly, and then I undid my bra with one casual flick to the clasp. My breasts were bared to her and I took a moment to cup them, thumbing the nipples. I turned my back to remove my pants, bending over as I did so and adding a slight wiggle to my backside. I was thrown off balance by her palm landing on my bare skin, but I stayed still, letting her cup and feel. I gasped when she spanked me, and I whined when she retreated, leaving my skin cool where she had once been.

  When I was naked, I crawled over her and gently lowered my body to hers. The feeling of Natalie pressed against me everywhere was amazing. Her skin was warm, and I could feel every shiver. Her nipples were hard, and the points pressed against my chest. The fabric of her panties was silky against my mound. A little bit of wiggling and I had my leg between hers, the damp cloth of her panties riding my thigh. I moaned at the contact, feeling my own panties grow wet in a rush from so simple a thing.

  Our lips met, and I sank into the contact. She tasted of mint toothpaste and warmth, her tongue slick against mine as we tangled. This was harder than our other kisses, more urgent and almost a battle for dominance. We didn’t break the kiss until it became a necessity for breathing. I took that as my cue—if I could, I’d kiss Natalie all day and do nothing else—and slunk back down her body.

  I puffed air over Natalie’s panties, a quick glance taking in how her toes curled at the action. I breathed heavy over them, mouthing at her through the soaked fabric, poking my tongue against it. I waited till she was moving her hips insistently, and then I at last removed her panties, tossing them aside and putting my mouth on the prize. Natalie whined immediately, and her hands landed in my hair, tangling in the strands.

  I gave her my all. With single minded determination and focus, I set about on my mission to make Natalie come. I pulled from experience. I tried to do everything I’d ever had done to me that I’d loved, and I tried to do everything I’d done the first time that she’d loved. I sank two fingers into her right away, licking around them, moaning at her taste. I was hesitant at first, but she was tight and so hot around me, squeezing impossibly hard. A curl of my finger and a press in the right spot had her hips bucking fiercely.

  It was empowering.

  I ate her out as if my life depended on it. I sucked hard on her clit, my tongue steadily flicking, remembering what that had done to her the last time. I was rewarded with her nails on my shoulders, her cries filling the room. I added another finger, twisting them and picking up the pace as her hips began to move insistently, forcefully bucking into the pressure. If she wanted fast and hard, I could give her fast and hard.

  I didn’t stop until she was done coming. It was loud and her hands were nearly claws in my hair, holding me to her. I worked her through it, my free hand on the flat of her stomach so I could feel every single movement from the outside as well as the inside. She clenched so tightly around my fingers, I feared they’d snap. I didn’t move away from her clit till she was done, the aftershocks making the tiny thing twitch. She trembled beneath me, with high breathy sounds and moans that were almost shouts. I’d never felt so accomplished before.

  When I pulled away, lips slick with her juices and my breath coming in aroused pants, she moved quickly to yank me up the bed and flip me over. She didn’t hesitate to kiss my mouth, which no doubt tasted heavily of her. She explored every crevice, sharing her taste with me, and the knowledge she was so enthusiastically tasting herself only served to make me hotter.

  Then she set about returning the favor. She was evil, though. She licked and sucked and fingered till I was a second from plunging over the edge, and then she stopped. I begged and pleaded, but she did nothing more than kiss my belly, my thighs, my calves. She waited till my tremors had subsided, and then she put her mouth back on me. Her fingers back in me. She had three in me, and she twisted and plunged them ruthlessly, massaging my walls all while doing magical things to my clit. When I was once again a breath away from coming, my walls already starting to flutter with the beginning of orgasm, she pulled away. She left me empty and clenching around nothing, left me keening into air as my orgasm slipped away.

  Again and again she did this, working me to the edge and then refusing to let me fall. I don’t know how long she kept me in this state, but I was begging and damn near crying when she finally, oh God finally, let me tip. I could feel it approaching like a roaring wave, and my hands formed claws against her skin, harsh sobs ripping from my throat. She couldn’t pull away again. She couldn’t.

  And she didn’t.

  The pressure around my clit grew as she sucked harder, and she kept
her fingers firmly in place, insistently rubbing. It was the best orgasm of my entire life, and it left me rung dry. I was limp, my entire body gone to Jell-O.

  She collapsed beside me, her face against my neck and an arm slung over my waist. Our skin was tacky with sweat, but neither of us had the energy to go clean off. She nuzzled against me, and her sigh was one of pure pleasure. I turned my body towards hers, and we fell asleep like that.

  Entwined.

  Secret Teachings

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A First Time Lesbian Romance

  There wasn’t a day that Karli didn’t appreciate her life. It was simple, perhaps – a high school art teacher in a small town that boasted barely over ten thousand people – but it was pleasant and she had few complaints. She would start her morning, before the sun had finally made its journey over the horizon, make her breakfast and her needed coffee. A morning walk followed, before it was back home, showered, and off to work.

  She had a routine. Almost everyone who knew her, knew it. There wasn’t a thing about her many people questioned, or wondered about. Her life was, like many in small towns where everyone knew everyone, laid out and open for the world to see.

  At least… most of it.

  * * *

  There wasn’t a day that Karli didn’t appreciate her life. It was simple, perhaps – a high school art teacher in a small town that boasted barely over ten thousand people – but it was pleasant and she had few complaints. She would start her morning, before the sun had finally made its journey over the horizon, make her breakfast and her needed coffee. A morning walk followed, before it was back home, showered, and off to work.

  She had a routine. Almost everyone who knew her, knew it. There wasn’t a thing about her many people questioned, or wondered about. Her life was, like many in small towns where everyone knew everyone, laid out and open for the world to see.

  At least… most of it.

  Karli didn’t have a hard time hiding it, the fact that she preferred women to men. She went on dates here and there, was a flirt when she needed to be. Most people assumed she was like any other teacher – too passionate and busy molding the minds and talents of the young to focus too much on a man. The old folks would sometimes joke that she ought to settle down, raise a family. Her friends weren’t too interested in pushing her to do so, if only to tease her each time one of them got married, or announced a pregnancy, that Karli would be ‘forever the bridesmaid, never the bride,’ or that she would be able to spend all that time not being a mother herself to play aunt to their children.

  She pretended that it didn’t bother her, since her loneliness was self-imposed; she couldn’t imagine herself settling down with a man to placate the town around her. There were very few gay women she had encountered, and those relationships had always been secretive, and sadly short. Her town wasn’t the most open, like many small towns, and she often found herself wondering how long it would be before her loneliness pushed her out of her beloved hometown, or out of her comfort zone of remaining under the radar.

  All things considered, she adhered to keeping herself out of trouble with the fear of being discovered. Though she had dated, she hadn’t found the person that would break her of her intentional isolation, and she didn’t know if or when it would happen. That’s possibly what led her to not suspecting that when she was entirely unaware, when she was wholly not waiting for it – someone would come around that would shake her and make her question whether she wanted to continue her life as it was.

  It was early in the school year, barely two weeks in. The freshman American History teacher, Mr. Philips, had suddenly announced his resignation, and made a swift, sudden exit from Pemberley High School. There were rumors all around as to why he left. Some thought that perhaps his drinking problem had become too much to deal with while working a full load with students to boot – others felt he was perhaps too old and senile and had just finally snapped in his tender old age. Whatever the case, they needed a permanent teacher. Substitutes were few and far between and only so many from the next city over were ever willing to come and play the part of teacher for their small town (a fact that caused a small bit of resentment among the townsfolk.)

  A week or so went by, and nothing. It wasn’t looking good for the school, though the students weren’t too worried about it – Kari suspected that they were quite happy to have no replacement history teacher, and were entirely fine with being cast to the wayside, the gap in their education left woefully opened. That was, until the quarter was coming to a close, and the Principal McKinnon announced she had hired someone.

  Kari, for the most part, thought little of the replacement history teacher. She was friends with a few of the faculty, but she had never been particularly close to Mr. Philips before he made his unexpected departure, and she was more focused on her students’ portfolios than she was on anything else regarding who was and wasn’t being hired on – until she saw her.

  Mary Jordan was a stunning woman. Taller than most, full-bodied. Kari hadn’t had a sudden attraction like that for months. It was the kind that made her blush when Mary had looked at her from across the staff room as Principal McKinnon introduced her, avert her eyes and pretend like she was very, very focused on her planner (which was actually quite blank, and unused at that point in the day.) Mary had merely smiled at her, that kind of knowing smile that Kari had gotten to know quite well, the one that said I know, I’m like you too.

  The unfortunate thing was that Kari knew she couldn’t make much of anything out of that smile – not working so close together, and for god’s sake she didn’t know anything about the woman! She’d stay to herself. That was better than getting involved in something that she wouldn’t be able to pull herself out of…

  One Week Later

  “Hi, I don’t think we’ve properly met.”

  Kari swallowed, knowing the voice at her classroom door before she even looked up. To say that she had been avoiding Mary would have been a dire understatement. She hadn’t so much as trekked down the hall that Mary’s classroom was, taking the long routes around the school to get to needed to go at all times. It was dramatic on her part, she knew, but she couldn’t imagine going about the day otherwise; she was too captivated by Mary on sight and she didn’t need to embarrass herself, nor make herself look too obvious by stumbling over her words to the woman.

  Mary, however, was a tenacious sort and Kari should have known by the way the other teachers talked about her that if Mary wanted to initiate conversation with her, then she would and wouldn’t hold back. When she looked up at Mary, leaning casually against her door, that bright and knowing smile on her lips, Kari knew that she had been had.

  “Oh. Hello Ms. Jordan,” Kari said, finally finding her voice and but a teaspoon of gumption. “No, I don’t think we have; busy week.”

  “Oh, I know it,” she said pleasantly, walking into the room. Kari almost told her not to, but reminded herself that that wouldn’t be particularly polite. Mary went on. “For such a small school, there’s so much to do. Mr. Philips didn’t leave much by way of notes on the students and where they were, and neither did any of the substitute teachers. I’m doing a lot of catching up, but figured before the first bell rang, I could formally meet the last of my coworkers that I haven’t.”

  Mary stopped in front of her, holding out her hand to shake. Kari stared at it, feeling terribly like a fish caught out of the water, helpless. Her face was glaringly red once more, and she could feel it in the heat that radiated through her cheeks at it.

  “It’s fine,” Mary said, encouraging. “I promise I don’t bite.”

  There was something teasing in the tone and Kari couldn’t help the blush of her cheeks steadily creeping up to her ears. She shook Mary’s hand, firmer than she usually would, trying to show a bit of confidence that she didn’t have. Mary, for her part, seemed pleased with this, and pulled a seat from one of the nearby desks to seat herself at.

  “I do apologize if I caught
you off guard, barging in here,” she said. “I just like to know everyone that I work with, and so far you’re the only one that’s been too busy to say hi!”

  “Oh, yes,” Kari said, embarrassed though Mary’s voice didn’t reveal any anger or frustration on that fact. “I’m sorry. I usually get so wrapped up in the students and their work that I sometimes forget my manners.”

  Mary chuckled. “It’s alright, I was only teasing. Honestly, I’m quite impressed. The most that everyone wants to do around here is gossip the day away; I don’t think I’ve ever had my ear talked off so much. I think everyone wants to know if the big city teacher is going to be a pain in the butt for everyone around.”

  Kari couldn’t help herself, and laughed, quickly stifling it behind her mouth. That wouldn’t be too far off the mark; Mary had apparently studied at one of the larger colleges out of state, had come from teaching in a city easily three times larger with five times the number of schools. There was an equal fascination and vexation with her presence that had accumulated over the last week alone.

  “Well, yes,” Kari said. “They’re not used to a teacher like you, I don’t think. You have big ideas.”

  Mary smiled at that. “That I do –” The first bell rang, signaling the students to begin flooding into their classrooms. Mary stood, straightening out her skirt and shirt. “Well, looks like it’s time to do some work. Don’t be a stranger, Ms. Anders! Like I said – I promise I don’t bite.”

  ***

  Kari and Mary ended up eating lunch together that day. To her credit and surprise, Kari managed to reign in her embarrassment over the fixation that she had with Mary, holding a conversation with the woman from the beginning to the end of the lunch period. They were on different ends of the teaching spectrum – Kari, the artistic, subjective line, and Mary, the factual. They got along well, however, and Kari found that Mary was easy and pleasing to talk to, open with all her opinions, and far from being afraid to state what she thought about a topic. There was a certain kinship that Kari felt, an ease with which she could talk to Mary.