Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

She stopped and touched my arm.

  “Yeah?” she asked and smiled at me.

  I felt like I could tell her anything. I hoped she wouldn’t laugh though.

  “I was a –” I began, “a virgin, before.”

  Her hand dropped to her side and she didn’t reply. I felt the world grow really small. I shouldn’t have told her. Why should she care?

  “Wow!” she finally replied.

  Her tone wasn’t mocking though.

  “I didn’t know that,” she continued.

  She turned, took hold of my hand and looked at me. “Thank you for trusting me with that gift.”

  I looked down as my cheeks matched the pink roses.

  “You don’t have to be embarrassed Kaela,” she said.

  I pulled my hand away. “I don’t know why I told you,” I said, “You’ve probably got a new girlfriend anyway, so why should you care.”

  I walked towards a bench in the distance and sat down. She came and sat beside me.

  “I do care. I care more than you know,” she said, “and I don’t have another girlfriend. I haven’t stopped thinking about you for one day!”

  I let out my breath slowly, suddenly realizing I’d been holding it in. I smiled as I looked out over the still water of the pond. The tall trees reflected perfectly in the water.

  “Really?” I asked softly.

  “Yeah, really!” she said, “I’ve missed you so much!”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

  “I – missed you too!”

  Then she grabbed my hand and pulled me up.

  “Come, there’s somewhere I want to show you.”

  I giggled and ran down the path after her. She disappeared behind a thick hedge in the distance. As I rounded the corner, there she was, perched on a moss-covered rock next to a gushing waterfall. Above her the autumn leaves hung down and some lay on the ground at her feet. I stood and stared. It was just like my dream, except that she had clothes on!

  “Come on!” she called.

  I climbed up onto the rock and was welcomed by a soft, sensual kiss. I laced my legs over hers and pulled her in close. I felt the heat of her body against mine. She pulled my hands up onto her breasts. I caressed them and squeezed her nipples. She squeezed my nipples too and pinched them.

  “Ouch!” I said.

  “Kiss me, Kaela,” Jenna commanded, “and pull my hair at the same time.”

  I frowned at her, but obliged her wish.

  As I felt her tongue entwined with mine, she groaned into my mouth as I pulled on her white hair. She pinched my nipples as we continued to kiss and I enjoyed it even more. Maybe the combination of pain and pleasure was good, I thought.

  ***

  “Mom there’s someone I want you to meet,” I said.

  My parents Wi-Fi had been upgraded at last and we could now chat on skype, after I’d shown them a few times how to use it.

  “Oh okay, love,” my mom replied.

  She still spoke much louder than she needed to.

  Jenna leaned into the frame and waved.

  “Hello Mrs. Smith. My name’s Jenna. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  I had wanted to introduce Jenna to my parents for a while, but I thought a skype greeting may be a good way to start. Towards the end of the call Jenna had to leave and I quickly said goodbye to her, before returning to my laptop.

  “She seems like a nice girl, Kaela. She’s not your roommate is she?”

  I smiled. “No mom, that was the girl you saw last time, with the brown hair, remember?”

  “Oh yes.”

  “Jenna is a close friend.”

  I couldn’t work up the courage to tell my mother more, but the next time I spoke to her on the phone, she asked about Jenna.

  “How is your friend Jenna?”

  “Oh good, thanks.”

  “You looked very happy when she was there,” my mom continued.

  Mothers are not stupid.

  “Yes, we enjoy each other’s company.”

  “Okay,” she replied.

  Then she didn’t say anything for a few seconds.

  “Is she more than a friend, Kaela?” she continued.

  I didn’t want to shock her, but I didn’t want to lie either.

  “She is mom,” I eventually said.

  “I see,” she replied.

  After another brief pause, she continued.

  “As long as it makes you happy.”

  I couldn’t believe my mother was not upset. What would the neighbors think? I’d never even brought home a guy before.

  The following month, I took Jenna with when I went back home. We drove there in her car. It was strange for me to pull up right in front of the house. I got out of the car slowly and looked at the house. The sun was already setting, but I was sure the nosy neighbors were peeking through their curtains at us.

  As Jenna came around to the other side of the car I grabbed hold of her hand. She stared at me.

  “Are you sure?” she asked, looking around.

  “I’m sure.”

  My one hand was looped through my backpack strap and my other was holding my girlfriend’s hand as we walked over the lawn to the front door. I had been in two minds about bringing Jenna to meet my parents. I didn’t like the old house or neighborhood, but I felt different about it that time. I felt a sense of appreciation. I thought of the sacrifices my parents had made for my brother and me, and how hard they’d always worked. Though the house needed a coat of paint, it was still my home.

  My mother opened the front door, glanced down briefly at our linked hands, and smiled at both of us.

  “Welcome ladies!” she said

  She came towards me. I dropped Jenna’s hand and embraced her tightly. My mom then opened her arms and wrapped them around Jenna too. I smiled, as tears formed in my eyes. I blinked them back. My mother had always accepted me as I was and I realized how much I loved her for it. I had to still learn not to be as judgmental as I sometimes was.

  “Your mom’s a sweetie!” Jenna said later, as we sat on my single bed.

  “Thanks!” I replied.

  The following morning Jenna joined me for a run in Seward Park. She rested her foot on my bed and laced up her sneakers. Though I was wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants, she had on skin-tight black Lycra tights with pink swirls. Her firm rear was clearly visible. I slapped her one cheek with my hand.

  “Hey!” she said.

  She turned and smiled at me.

  We started out on a trail which led between the tall Douglas Firs. When the path popped out at the coast a few minutes later, Jenna sped in front of me.

  “Come on slow poke!” she called.

  I picked up my pace and closed the gap slowly. As I passed her, I grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her onto a grass patch beneath a cherry tree. I wrapped my arms around her.

  “Sweaty hug!” she joked.

  I turned my head and brought my lips up against hers. She pressed her tongue into my mouth. I entwined mine with hers. I could smell her woody scent with the scent of the forest. I ran my hands down her back and onto her firm butt cheeks. I liked the smooth feeling of the Lycra over her curves.

  After a minute, she took a step backward.

  “Okay, come on lazy!” she said.

  She started down the path again.

  When we got back home, we went onto the back porch to catch our breath. I looked out the back yard. The lawn and weeds had been cut. Maybe it wasn’t too late for that old house after all. In any case, it was wonderful to have both the women I loved under one roof! I couldn’t imagine being without either of them.

  The following weekend was Jenna’s birthday. One of her lesbian friends had given her a very generous gift, one we could use together, I hoped. It was a gift voucher to a nearby spa, known for being a particularly romantic spot. It included one night’s accommodation, a dinner at the spa’s restaurant and, which sounded the best to me, a rose-petal bubble bath with champagne and chocol
ates!

  “Of course I’m taking you, silly!” she said.

  I handed the voucher back to her and grinned.

  “Oh goody!” I replied.

  I packed my overnight bag the following weekend and headed up to Jenna’s room. Surprisingly enough, she was almost ready! Her hair was pinned intricately with flower clips. Her light green dress hung down to her feet, with a slit up to the knees on either side. She looked like an elfin queen again, it was perfect.

  I put my bag down inside our suite, an hour later. The sun would be setting in a few minutes. A fire was lit in the room’s indoor fireplace and a welcoming plate of fruit and bottle of ginger-beer adorned a small table. A door led out to a small private patio with a table and two chairs, and a view of the lush green garden. We walked outside. Jenna picked a red grape off a bunch and fed it to me.

  “This is so beautiful!” I said.

  Jenna popped a grape into her mouth and leaned closer. She pressed her lips against mine. The sweet grape juices wet her lips.

  Once we had explored the room, we headed to the restaurant. We chose to have dinner on the patio. The sky was a pink haze between the gaps in the vine leaves. A nearby fountain gushed three spouts into a pool.

  “A fountain,” Jenna exclaimed, “like when you first bumped into me!”

  I clinked my glass of non-alcoholic champagne against hers.

  “To my clumsiness!”

  “Cheers!” she said.

  When we returned to our suite after dinner, we were welcomed by the scent of rose petals. Next to the bed, the sunken tub was strewn with pink petals, in the water and around the edges. White candles lit the corners and reflected in the white bubbles. A board laid across the tub, held our assortment of chocolates and champagne.

  “Oh my god!” Jenna exclaimed.

  I had barely closed the door to our suite and she began to strip off her dress and kicked her sandals off. The dimmed suite lights and candles illuminated her slender, naked body.

  “Come on, Kaela!” she said.

  I removed my loose-fitting pants and sweatshirt and slipped out of my bra and panties.

  Jenna climbed into the bubble-filled tub first. I climbed in opposite her, on the tap side. She picked up a chocolate-coated strawberry, leaned forward and put the tip in my mouth. The dark chocolate flavor and sweetness of the fruit blended in my mouth.

  “Yum!”

  I watched her grin as she slowly brought the fruit to her mouth. She licked her lips slowly, pouted them and closed her eyes as she took a bite. I started to throb inside as she licked her fingers.

  I reached out my leg and nestled my foot between her legs.

  “Hmm,” she groaned.

  Her hand touched my thigh. I moved the board between us, to the side of the bath and pulled her closer. She climbed on top of me, with her legs on either side of mine.

  I collected the white foam in my hands and patted it over her breasts. The bubbles partly covered them, but not her hard nipples. The bath oils made her skin oily, allowing my hands to glide over her firm tear drops and caress them.

  “Happy birthday!” I whispered into her ear.

  She giggled and brought her hand between my legs. Her fingers cupped my pussy and stroked back and forth. A finger teased my moist entrance and pushed inside me. I groaned as another finger joined the first. She rubbed my clit at the same time with her thumb. Her fingers retracted and pushed up deeper in my pussy.

  I squeezed her full breasts and pinched her nipples.

  “Oh yeah!” she groaned.

  I took hold of her head and pulled her closer, until our lips touched. I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled gently as my tongue penetrated her mouth.

  My clitoris was swollen and became more sensitive each time her thumb rubbed over it. My muscles clenched inside.

  “Fuck me harder!” I said, as I kissed her neck.

  “Yes, commander!” she replied.

  My giggle turned into a groan as she forced four fingers inside me, as her thumb continued to tease my swollen clit.

  “That’s it lieutenant, yeah!” I managed to reply after a few seconds.

  My breasts rose and fell, as my breathing became deeper. The oils in the water made her fingers slide in and out of me easily. She pushed up inside my pussy and my muscles began to clench around her fingers.

  She rammed them in harder and faster. I leaned my head against the rim of the tub as I began to lose control. The pleasure mounted and was taking over. I glanced in the steamy mirror and caught Jenna’s reflection winking at me. Her damp white hair clung to her cheeks and her blue eyes were open wide. I would never forget the image of her, the naughty nymph, reflected in the mirror, in the candlelight.

  My pelvic muscles became stiff and I closed my eyes. My muscles clenched tightly around her fingers.

  “Oh god!” I exclaimed.

  The consuming pleasure exploded deep inside me as her thumb pressed hard against my clit. I pinched my nipples at the same time and enjoyed the mild pain as the pleasure carried me away.

  I felt something being popped into my mouth and opened my eyes quickly. After a split second, I recognized the taste of chocolate. I sucked on the strawberry as my breathing slowed and stared at the beautiful creature opposite me.

  I took a bite of the chocolate delight before Jenna plucked it out of my mouth. She rose up onto her knees. My face was in line with her smooth shaven pussy. She giggled. My eyes opened wide as I watched her spread her legs further apart and inserted the chocolate-coated strawberry into the entrance of her pussy.

  “Dessert?” she asked.

  “Oh yeah!” I replied.

  I scooted closer to her in the bubbly water and brought my tongue to the delicious fruit between her legs.

  The Masseuse

  ~ Bonus Story ~

  A Steamy Contemporary Lesbian Romance

  Sandra

  It was an ordinary day at work when Dominique Barrett walked into my massage parlor and laid down on my table. I knew immediately that I had to have her, and so when she asked me to dinner I was more than pleased to go. She was a rich, powerful woman and treated me like a princess, until something in her life went terribly wrong.

  Dominique

  Sandra was the most beautiful woman who had ever laid her hands on my body. I fell for her almost immediately and was head-over-heels after two dates with her. She was the perfect kind of woman for me—smart, talented, sweet, and adorable. I wanted nothing more than to give her everything she deserved, even when it came at a price.

  * * *

  Chapter 1: Sandra

  I tried and failed to wave a taxi down, cursing under my breath when I was ignored yet again. I kept forgetting that I wasn’t in New York anymore; I had just moved from there to Virginia, where I’d recently opened up a massage parlor with my partner from college, Jamie. It had been a risky move but definitely worth it—I did love Virginia, which was beautiful, and enjoyed working with my friend more than I had ever enjoyed working with a partner before. I sat down on a bench and called her now.

  “Are you home? I need a ride to the clinic.”

  “Again?” asked my friend. “What’s wrong with your car?”

  “Won’t start,” I grumbled. My car was a piece of shit. Luckily, since business was taking off at the parlor, I would be able to afford another one soon. I just had to wait until I had enough saved for a down payment. It was coming up quick. “Can you come get me or what?”

  “Yeah,” said Jamie. “Sure. I’ll be there in a minute.”

  I waited at the corner of my block until Jamie rolled up in her old Pontiac and picked me up. I got into her car and immediately flipped down the passenger side mirror and started to put my makeup on because I hadn’t had time that morning. We opened the shop each day at seven in the morning, having realized that there was a whole clientele in people who like to get their massages in the mornings. Those were usually the most well-to-do, and so often we made over half our money for the da
y even just before nine. After that, if business slowed down, we would relax in the staff room, trading stories or just bullshitting to pass the time.

  Jamie raised her eyebrows and snorted at me as she watched me work on my face in the mirror.

  “Hot date last night?” she asked sardonically, looking me up and down. Jamie had always been the most sarcastic person I knew. And she knew better than to ask me about dating at this point, she knew I hadn’t done any in weeks. “You look like a mess.”

  “Thanks,” I said, not a bit surprised to hear her say so. That was just who she was—brutally honest, sarcastic as hell. She never beat around the bush. If she said I looked like shit, I looked like shit. “I just couldn’t sleep last night.”

  “Speaking of hot dates, when was the last time you went on one?”

  “Three weeks ago? Four? I forget,” I told her. “I’m about done with dating. I’ve had horrible luck lately.”

  “You’re going to be an old maid,” my friend teased. “Don’t give up now, you’ll grow cobwebs between your legs.”

  I laughed. Truth was, I’d been a serial dater back in New York and didn’t miss it at all. I had been so busy with the practice, besides. It took a lot of work to get a business off the ground, and besides it gave me an excuse not to try. I had never clicked with any woman quickly and found that dating was a tedious process to get to know somebody I was just going to end up breaking up with within a couple of months. At least, that’s how it always seemed to work.

  “You sound like my mother,” I said as we pulled up to the clinic. “I’m just focusing on work right now.”

  Jamie rolled her eyes and opened shop. We both went inside, flipping on the lights as we went. I looked at the schedule and saw that I had a new client this morning, someone named Dominique Barrett. I had heard of her at some point before but I couldn’t for the life of me think of where I had heard her name—it could have been anywhere, really, as I read the news almost religiously. I went about setting up at my station until I heard the soft chime of the door that told me someone had entered. I looked to see a strikingly beautiful woman standing in our lobby. She had large, hazel eyes and dark hair that framed her face and made the natural red of her lips stand out against her pale skin. She looked like a celebrity, some classic movie star that I couldn’t put my finger on. I felt stupidly star-struck and I was flustered by her appearance for a moment, rendered too speechless to greet her, but then I caught myself.