Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  In, out, her tongue stroked and laved within Mary’s folds, into her womanhood. She kept her hands on Mary’s thighs – kept them apart so she had full access to her. Her tongue would slide in, and oh she’d moan just at the taste of Mary. Then, for added measure, a flick of her tongue up, testing over the protruding bud of her sex.

  At that, Mary truly gasped, thighs shaking, and Kari couldn’t help turn her attentions there. Her lips suckled around it, drawing it out, making it hard. She loved the way that it made Mary quiver, how she could feel the tremors of Mary’s body beneath her fingertips and there was nothing sweeter than the way that Mary moaned her name when she grazed her teeth every so sweetly over it.

  “Oh… Kari. More…”

  Her mouth at that sweet little pleasure bud, she obliged as she slid her fingers inside Mary’s now-soaked sex. Mary’s thighs tightened around her, and she could feel one of Mary’s feet drawn up, planted in her back amidst Mary’s pleasure. In response, Kari curled her fingers, stroking deep against the bundle of nerves just inside of Mary, wanting to pull out more and more of that from her, wanting to have Mary come undone.

  And, that’s exactly what she did. As Kari worked over her more, mouth and tongue in tandem against her, Mary’s half-muffled moans became less and less restrained. It was a good thing they were alone – there was a point where Mary whined, so high and so sweet, it made Kari wet and her own insides pulse at how sinfully divine it was. If someone did come in, well. There would be no logical excuse for what was going on, but Kari didn’t have a mind to care.

  Mary’s insides fluttered around her, her slickness flowing against Kari’s fingers as they worked in and out of her and her mouth and tongue sucked and laved at Mary’s most sensitive, intimate part. When her release came, she gasped, a swear on her lips as she continued to rock her hips against Kari’s ministrations.

  “Kari… my god… I don’t know if want you to stop or keep going…” She panted, whining. Kari could venture a guess as to why… Mary had to be sensitive by now, especially after orgasm.

  Smirking a little to herself, she withdrew her fingers from within Mary, but kept her mouth at the little bud of pleasure between Mary’s lips. Mary’s thighs shook more, clenched against her, but with her hands free she kept them open, spread wide as attention was paid solely to that sweet little bud.

  Kari watched, eyes flicked up as Mary fought to stay quiet, biting into her hand as the other fisted in Kari’s hair. She would tug, pull, but never so much as to pull her away. Kari new the feeling well – the push of pleasure into over stimulation, the wild feeling of nerves firing off in every direction, the pounding, pleasurable ache deep within the womb.

  She didn’t stop, even as Mary got dangerously loud, even when Mary’s fingers were so tight in her hair that it drew tears from her eyes. Her mouth and tongue sought to bring pleasure – and when Mary came again in fit of rocking hips and shaking thighs, the tingle in her scalp was more than entirely worth it.

  ***

  Kari was used to secrecy, but this was the first time that she truly loathed having to use it.

  More often than not, she saw couples through the town, holding hands, going on dates, whispering sweet nothings and exchanging sweet kisses. Things that she had resigned herself to doing in private, when no one was around to leer or judge. With Mary, though, there was a great, pressing desire that had her wanting nothing more than to show off the gem of a woman that she now called her girlfriend. Their dates were discrete – an outing of two female friends with gossip on their lips, to those on the outside looking in – and many at the school merely assumed that they were two teachers who hit it off due to their academic interests.

  It was something that Kari had never lamented on heavily. Things were the way they were, and she had known from a young age that it wasn’t likely to change anytime soon. The more time she spent with Mary, though, always having to hold back how she truly wanted to be, made her think more seriously about how she wanted to proceed with their relationship. Their time together increased, their intimacies passionate and frequent as them spending time together was. They couldn’t get enough of each other, and while Kari often laughed at the fact that Mary compared them to ‘horny teens’ often, she knew that they could rely on that forever.

  They lay naked together one evening, after a dinner date in front of Mary’s television with Mary grading term papers and Kari going through art portfolios and writing critiques. Mary’s head was snug on Kari’s chest. Kari found her fingers twining and winding through Mary’s hair, playing with the curls that were there and coiling them between her digits.

  “Have you ever been out before?” she asked, suddenly. Mary looked up at her.

  “You mean, has anyone ever known that I was gay before? Yeah.”

  “What is it like?”

  Mary looked at her for a moment, as she did sometimes, with that tilt to her head that Kari knew meant she was thinking on how to respond to something. She smiled a little.

  “Very freeing,” she said. “Like… a huge weight is off of you and you can just be yourself. It’s like… before you’re carrying a huge lie. And you have to worry about who you’ve told the lie and how many people know the truth and you have to keep up with everything you’re doing that makes people believe your lie. When you let that go there’s none of that. Some people might not like the truth, but that’s not your problem; you’ve got that huge weight off your shoulders and there’s nothing better than that.”

  Mary shifted, turning to snuggle and wrap her arms around Kari.

  “Have you never been out?” she asked softly. Kari bit her lip. It was unspoken between the two of them at that point, that they had to keep their relationship secret, and out of the limelight. Mary knew that where she came from was not that town that she was in currently; it would be wise to not test that.

  With a sigh, Kari answered. “Never. Not even my family know. They think that I’m just… very into teaching and don’t have a lot of time for men –”

  “To be fair you don’t, all wrapped up in me and what I want to get out of you,” Mary teased. Kari shoved her playfully.

  “You know what I mean. But… no. My father was a very religious man and my mother always agreed with whatever he said… even if it meant changing his own viewpoints and he never looked favorably on gay people, or really anyone different from him and how he was raised. He liked to blame all the problems the world faced on ‘puffed up city folk and the degenerates.’”

  She sighed, lips pressed to Mary’s hair before rolling them, so Mary was beneath her. Mary’s legs spread, accommodating her comfortably between them. Idly, Kari’s hands roamed over Mary’s bare flesh. The first time they had slept together, Kari had marveled at how warm and soft Mary felt to her. Skin supple, her body curved and thick. She liked to touch her, like this. It didn’t have to lead anywhere – sometimes it did, others not. But it brought her a comfort that she cherished every second she could have it.

  “Do you think… at some point maybe… we can be out?” she asked tentatively, sliding her hand from Mary’s collarbone, over her breast. Mary pressed into the touch, sliding her fingers over Kari’s as she was touched.

  “Is that something you’re ready for?” Mary asked after a moment. “I know what it’s like to be out, I’ve handled it before. But this is where you grew up… Are you sure that’s something you want? With me? It’s a serious thing, you know.”

  Kari nodded. They hadn’t been together for long… but she didn’t want this to just be some impassioned fling.

  “I’m serious… it’s what I want and if you’re serious too, I would like people to know, eventually. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow or even this month or this year… but it’s something I’m open to.”

  Mary smiled up at her.

  “One step at time. I’ll be right here with you.”

  The thought comforted Kari, more than thought that it would. Many times in the past, such a thing would be said – but
it was always hard to truly gauge how true that was for people. It was easy to say that someone would be there… easy to claim it so boldly. Kari was guilty of doing it herself, she’d admit.

  This was the first time it felt like it’d actually be possible, however.

  Without much thought, her lips pressed sweetly against Mary’s. A soft melding of flesh, that’s all it was, until their lips parted. Kari moaned lowly against Mary’s mouth, her fingers threading and gripping in Mary’s hair. She could feel Mary’s want against her – the tempting heat that rubbed up against her own slickened, wet sex when Mary raised her hips to her.

  “Ah…”

  It was bliss – utter, complete bliss, being wrapped up in Mary’s arms. As their passion mounted, Kari found herself rocking back against Mary, the sweet lips of their sex sliding along the other, melding like one. Wanting more of it all – the contact, the feeling of heat against her own – Kari drew back only to position herself properly, legs splayed over Mary’s so the angle was better, so they could truly pleasure each other like that.

  As Kari rocked her hips fully against Mary’s, every inch of their parting flesh touching and sliding against the other, touches teasing and pleasuring the sensitive buds between their lips, Kari took in the sight of her lover. Mary’s back arched, hips eagerly rolling up to meet hers. She was a beauty, her curve accentuated by the position, breasts pert and round, undulating with the movements of Mary’s body.

  She was beautiful. Kari couldn’t help but think it. The way her head tilted back when her sweet places were touched just right, the hitches of breath when sensitivity began to take over. Mary’s skin sheened with sweat, beads rolling over the dips and curves of her.

  It just made Kari want her more.

  She leaned down, taking a breast within her mouth. A nipple was sucked between her lips, grazed against her teeth and the way Mary’s body arched into her in reaction had her moaning against the supple flesh.

  “Mm… Kari…”

  Mary’s moans were intoxication, the sweetest of liquors to the mind. In the wake of them, Kari kissed her way up from Mary’s breast, to catch those sweet moans against her tongue. Mary wrapped around her, bodies enveloped together, sweat and pleasure mixing together. Faster, harder, panting and whining together as their bodies shook with the intensity of it all.

  Wanting more of it – more gasps, more arches of back and whines caught deep in the back of her throat, Kari slid her hand between them, adding her fingers to the pleasure, playing between herself and Mary’s sex. She’d tease inside, rub and circle at their buds. At some point, it became too much – Mary clung to her with nails dug deep against her back and she herself felt her insides quake and flood with the feeling of overwhelming ecstasy.

  “Oh… damn…” Her fingers kept working between them. She wasn’t ready to be done. She knew Mary wasn’t, either. One round was never enough for them, never enough to satiate –

  With surprised gasp, she found herself on her back, and Mary’s lips at hers. She was spread open with Mary’s hips at her thighs – exposing the wet, pink flesh of her as her satisfaction slid from inside her warm, satisfied womb. Mary seemed to have plans for her, plans she wasn’t going to pass up as Mary’s kisses turned to hungry bites, pulling her flesh between her teeth before she moved down, down – marking her as she went.

  Her thighs wide open, Kari arched as Mary’s mouth found her still-sensitive sex. It was a million wires against her skin – firing off pleasure almost too much to handle. She whined, indulging in the feeling of Mary’s tongue within her folds, cleaning the mess of her release from her – and coaxing a new one not far behind.

  “Mary… Please. You know what… You know where I want it…”

  She could almost feel a smile against her intimacy, the knowing grace of a smirk that often graced Mary lips. Up Mary went, tongue dragging out between her lips before her mouth settled oh so satisfyingly against the red, sensitive bud atop her sex. She moaned, her back arching against the feeling as Mary suckled against it indulgently, tongue laving against it. It felt so good, the intensity just right –

  “Ah, Mary—”

  In Mary’s fingers slid, and Kari whined at the feeling of it. One… two… A third and forth as she loosened up and the way Mary’s fingers moved within her made her feel full, intensifying the spine-tingling sensations that came from Mary’s mouth on her in tandem.

  She could feel it, the more Mary worked over her, the more Mary’s lips and tongue sucked and pleasured her sensitive bud and those devilish fingers stroked her deepest parts – she was going to cum, she was –

  Again, she arched, calling out Mary’s name, though it was unintelligible, choked within the recesses of her throat. Her insides constricted around Mary’s fingers, her walls flooding out against the pleasurable intrusion and her thighs and legs – no, her whole body – tightened and wound as the pleasure wracked through her.

  Mary kept her mouth on her, until she squirmed, until it was too much. It was a final flick of the tongue and stroke within her before Mary withdrew from her entirely, giving a kiss to the inner flesh of her thigh. Kari lay there, the bliss coursing through her body giving her a high. She was tingly all over, wholly satisfied. As the tingling lessened, a heavy state overcame her – her body feeling like jelly, almost.

  “Mmm…” Mary lay beside her, nuzzling into her neck. Kari welcomed the warmth and the comfort of it, slowly coming down from the high to bask in the bliss of afterglow. She turned and practically wrapped her body around Mary, arms and legs tight about her.

  “That was lovely,” she murmured. Mary chuckled.

  “Oh? Really? I couldn’t tell,” she teased. Kari nudged at her weakly, going to nuzzle up against Mary.

  “Yeah, really. I… mmm. It just felt really good.” That was hardly everything to describe it but… that’s how it was. Body and heart melding with Mary’s, hitting that apex of pleasure – both physical and emotional. She could only hope that it remained that way.

  She smiled to herself.

  Something told her that it would.

  ***

  The months passed. Winter break was fast approaching, and Kari had little time to spend with Mary. Where Mary was planning out exams, grading term papers, Kari was receiving portfolio submissions one by one, spending several hours assisting unsure students and writing up critiques for the young artists that she taught. Though they hadn’t ventured farther into the idea of being more open about their relationship, Kari felt more comfortable knowing they were both on the same page of it happening. There was a relief in it, making her feel less and less boxed in and more freed, knowing that at the very least, one day she might be able to be her authentic self, with a woman she truly cared for.

  Those thoughts kept her mood happy, and light, even during the particularly busy exam season. Her student noticed it, and so did the staff. When asked about it, she cited that it was merely the holiday season fast approaching that had her in such high spirits. Only a few questioned if perhaps she was seeing someone – and for the first time her responses included cheeky smiles and a cryptic ‘Oh, you never know.’

  Her mood, in fact, was so high, that during her free period she went about her room, humming a tune as she cleaned up and refreshed the room for the next group of students to come in. There was a knock on her door, and glancing up at her room clock, she knew it could only be one person.

  “Come in,” she called.

  Mary opened the door, walking in as comfortably as if the classroom were her own. Kari smiled at her, wiping down one of the tables as Mary came over instantly, wrapping her up in a hug.

  “Ugh, I’m so tired,” she complained. “I’ll be glad when break hits. The students think they have it bad, I’ve got to grade about a hundred term papers that all look like they were pulled from the internet and shoddily sliced and diced to make it seem like they were written properly.”

  Kari chuckled, patting Mary on the back.

  “It’ll be
alright. Come on, sit down with me. We can both use a break.”

  They took their usual places at Kari’s desk. With the door closed, however, Mary took Kari’s seat, and it was in Mary’s lap that Kari situated herself into comfortably. Mary’s arms went around her waist instantly, keeping her pressed close to her, and they remained in their embrace, enjoying the silence.

  “Ah, this is nice,” Kari sighed. Peace. Quiet. The warmth of her lover pressed against her. It was the best relaxation.

  “You’re telling me. I wish the whole school day could go like this.”

  “Imagine what the others would say,” Kari mused. “With us all snuggled up close to each other.”

  “Well. Could always be worse. I could be bad, you know.”

  There was mischief in Mary’s voice, and Kari raised her brow, looking down at the other woman. She wondered if she should challenge that; Mary wasn’t against rising to challenges, and they had become bolder and bolder – at least as far as being affectionate and playful in public went. Certainly Mary was bluffing, though? She wouldn’t do something like that at work.

  Something wickedly devious in Kari hoped, though, that she would.

  Smirking, Kari leaned down, kissing Mary slow and sweet.

  “Oh? And how would you be bad in the middle of a school day? I don’t think you actually have the guts to do anything too terrible. Don’t be such a tease.”

  “Tease? Me?” Mary chuckled against her lips, hands sliding less than innocently over Kari’s thigh. “I would never think of doing something so bad as teasing. I think I’ll just go for what the both of us want.”

  Kari didn’t even have second thoughts as Mary’s hand slid under the hem of her skirt. There wasn’t actually much that they could do – it was bad enough that they were embracing and kissing at work, with no locks on the classroom door and the possibility for anyone to walk in whenever they pleased to do so. But Mary’s fingers toying at her sex, sliding into her and playing with her made her lose thought of the possible repercussions of the two of them being intimate where they were.