A Chance pt. 9 [ff]

The ancient compact car gave a worrying rattle as Lizette drove it into the school parking lot. Kimmy hadn’t said a word since they left Coach Karen’s house. The parking lot was still mostly empty because they were earlier than normal. Lizette found a spot close to the school and parked.

“You ready for this?” Lizette asked.

Kimmy had been through hell for the last four days and it showed. The bruises on her face had faded to a mottled purple and the swelling had gone down around her left eye. The stitches were visible where the nurse had shaved her eyebrow around the wound. Instead of hiding her body in long sleeves and jeans, Kimmy had picked out one of Lizette’s sundresses to wear. It left the crusty stripes on her shoulders, arms, and legs visible for everyone to see.

“Yes,” Kimmy sighed and looked over at Lizette. “Kiss me.”

Lizette gave a half-grin and leaned over to give Kimmy a sweet kiss. Their first out in public, Lizette considered with a sigh.

“Thank you,” Kimmy said as she cupped Lizette’s chin. “For everything.”

“What are friends for?” she asked with a shrug.

“Girlfriends,” Kimmy whispered and gave her a significant look.

“Girlfriends,” Lizette agreed and gave her another peck before opening the driver side door.

Kimmy had no purse or books because they had been abandoned at her home, but she took some books from Lizette so they could hold hands as they made their way into school. Christine had given Kimmy a folder of paperwork to give to the front office. They had alerted the school to the charges pending against Kimmy’s father and the fact that temporary custody had been awarded to Coach Karen. The paperwork further specified that her parents were not allowed to approach to Kimmy at any time without prior written consent.

Principal Stephens was the only person in the school office when they arrived, still holding each other’s hands. While the office staff had been made aware of what happened, the principal was still taken aback by Kimmy’s appearance. It took a little while to explain the paperwork Christine had sent and to get replacement school books for those Kimmy had left behind. The morning bell was ringing when they left the office hand-in-hand.

Rumors had obviously flown all weekend from the looks they got in the crowded hallways. Some people stopped to offer sympathy and support as they made their way to Kimmy’s locker. When they got there Tim was waiting for them.

“So it’s true,” he said. He looked down at their joined hands with a look of pained confusion, then back up to Kimmy’s bruised face and shook his head. “Damn, your Dad really did that?”

“Yeah,” Kimmy whispered as she searched Tim’s face. “I’m so sorry for hurting you, Tim. I want you to know I never planned to fall for Lizette. It just happened.”

“Even if you go to hell for it?” Tim asked with a mournful tone in his voice.

Lizette stepped in front of Kimmy as her rage exploded. “Fuck you, Tim!”

“No, it’s okay,” Kimmy said and left Lizette sputtering in confusion as she addressed him over Lizette’s shoulder. “I don’t expect you to understand, but I’m not going to pretend anymore. My sin is no worse than yours in His eyes.”

“I repented what I did with Nicole.”

Lizette wanted to slap that smug, self-righteous look off his face. “Not until you were caught,” she spat.

“And do you keep the Sabbath holy?” Kimmy asked Tim. “Or do you watch NASCAR and football with your cousins on Sunday afternoon?”

Tim frowned at her question, but didn’t answer for a moment. “Did you heard Brother Jaime quit yesterday?”

Kimmy’s eyebrows shot up. “No! I just talked to him yesterday afternoon.”

Tim took in the bruises on her face again and shook his head. “Things were all screwed up at church. I mean, on Sunday morning everyone knew your dad got arrested, but not exactly what happened. The pastor tried to play it off as a family matter during the service, but then they called an emergency board meeting for last night. I heard Brother Jaime walked in just long enough to quit and left.”

The warning bell rang and students began hustling to class. Tim took one last look at them and then pinned Lizette with a hard stare. “Take care of her,” he whispered.

Lizette nodded. “Don’t worry, I will.”

Tim was quickly lost in the crowd when Kimmy turned and touched Lizette’s cheek. “Thanks. I’ll be okay now. See you at lunch?”

Lizette was still worried for her girlfriend, but nodded anyway. She wasn’t expecting it when Kimmy leaned in for a quick kiss in the middle of the crowded hallway, but it left her feeling like she was floating all morning long.

Time seemed to crawl until lunch. Lizette was already sitting at the larger table again when Kimmy came up at the same time as Christian and Sean. Christian did a double take as he and Sean sat down.

“Damn, girl,” Christian said as he looked her over.

Kimmy glanced at him with a grim smile before leaning over to greet Lizette with a kiss. Lizette was stunned that Kimmy was willing to announce their relationship to the lunchroom, but returned the greeting warmly. Sean and Christian both hooted and clapped until Kimmy she couldn’t pucker anymore from smiling.

Amanda walked up chuckling. “It looks like you made it out of the closet in one piece.”

“Barely,” Kimmy said as she sat beside Lizette. “Dad kinda broke the door off the hinges with my face, but I’ll live.”

“Well, now you officially have the most interesting coming out story of us all,” Amanda said as she sat on the other side of Kimmy. “I am sorry to hear about your family situation. My mom’s mostly cool with it, but she still thinks it’s just a phase I’m going through.”

“You’re dating a guy named Mario,” Lizette pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

Amanda’s fair complexion highlighted her sudden blush. “Well, he spends longer on his hair than I do and eats pussy like a girl.”

Kimmy choked on her bite of mystery meat before laughing at the vulgar pronouncement. “I didn’t realize there was a difference.”

“Oh, yes, quite a difference,” Amanda continued with a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. “That’s assuming you can get a guy to go there at all. They are more than happy to fill your mouth with baby batter, but just try to ask them to make one spit baby and most of them have have pressing business elsewhere.”

Kimmy couldn’t stop laughing at the audacious commentary any more than Lizette. Christian and Sean gave polite chuckles as they continued to eat. Lizette noticed that people at nearby tables were listening without appearing to be as Amada continued at a slightly louder volume.

“And when you *finally* get one down there, they immediately stampede towards the clitoris! I mean, how about a nice kiss? Then maybe a little attention to the nipples. I love a nice massage on my thighs, a gentle caress on my stomach. You know, at least rev the motor a little before you just jam it into gear and floor it.”

The girls sitting at other tables broke into laughing applause while the guys all looked vaguely uncomfortable. Lizette kept an eye on Kimmy’s reaction, but her hearty laughter displayed no embarrassment at all.

“You totally stole that from Monty Python,” Christian said with a conspiratorial whisper.

“So?” Amanda asked as she nodded at the people clapping and laughing. “It doesn’t make it any less true.”

Lunch continued on in that light-hearted vein until Nicole Goodridge walked by with a snotty look on her face. She shook her head and muttered, “Dykes.”

“Oh, Nicole the droll,” Amanda called after her. “You could at least try to be original. How about calling us something exciting like lesbian dinosaurs.”

Nicole stopped with a confused look on her face.

“You know, a lick-a-lotta-puss.”

That got a few laughs and turned Nicole’s face red. “Screw you.”

“No thanks, I prefer my women well hung… and your fingers are too short.”

That got even more laughs. Nicole glanced around at all the people staring.

Lizette waved her fingers at Nicole. “Go away little girl, the grown-ups are talking.”

When Nicole stomped off, Kimmy let out a long, happy sigh. “I love you guys.”

“Hey,” Amanda said as she put her arm around Kimmy’s shoulder. “You’re practically family now. Us lesbos have to stick together.”

“What are we? Chopped liver?” Christian asked. His offended expression was clearly exaggerated.

“Aren’t you supposed to be some straight girls best friend or something?” Amanda said like she just noticed them there.

Christian collapsed on the table with theatrical sobs while Sean made tut-tut noises. “Show me where the bad lady touched you and I’ll kiss it all better,” Sean murmured like he was talking to a baby.

“And on that note,” Lizette chuckled as she stood. “We’d better hoof it before the bell rings.”

The rest of the day passed without incident. Kimmy and Lizette finished their long distance run after school with Coach Karen before heading out to the parking lot. There was no point in showering at school since they were both going back to Coach Karen’s house together.

Lizette drove while Kimmy leaned against her shoulder. Every time Lizette glanced at her face or saw it reflected in the rearview mirror, Kimmy had a subtle smile on her face.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Lizette asked.

“It was a good day,” Kimmy answered. “I mean, sure Nicole was a bitch and Tim was hurt, but in the grand scheme of things nothing was really that different. Everyone was worried about what had happened to me, but no one really cared that we’re going out. I just assumed it would be… worse.”

“I’m glad.” Lizette smiled as she stopped at a stop light, then bent to kiss the top of Kimmy’s head. “I talked to Mom this afternoon before practice.”

“Yeah?”

“You were right. When I asked if I could stay with you at Coach Karen’s house, she said no sleepovers on school nights. But I can stay over on the weekends or you can come over to my house.”

“I’ll miss you, but it’s probably for the best. Christine is filing the lawsuit against the church this week. I may even have to miss school for depositions and stuff. And I still gotta catch up on homework from last week.”

“But there’s no reason I can’t hang out for a bit before I head home.”

They swung their hands from the car parked in the street to the front door. Kimmy unlocked and opened the front door, but Lizette felt weird just walking in. Kimmy led her by the hand into the guest bedroom before shutting the door behind them.

“I’m still sweaty from track,” Lizette said, but Kimmy was already toeing off her running shoes.

“So.” Kimmy pushed down her shorts as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

Lizette chuckled and joined her taking off her clothes. When they came together, Lizette pressed her nose into the crease of Kimmy’s neck to draw in that scent of hot sun and clean sweat.

“Stop,” Kimmy giggled as she tried to push away.

“I like tickling you,” Lizette whispered against her salty skin, the followed up the words with a long lick.

The salt and spice of warm teen flesh made Lizette melt all the way through. In moments she had Kimmy’s hands held above her head while she licked down to her nipples. The laughter yielded to hums of pleasure as Lizette enjoyed the varied scents and flavors.

“Perfume is overrated,” Lizette whispered into Kimmy’s navel. “I wish I could bottle you after a nice workout.”

Kimmy lifted her knees to the sides and encouraged Lizette with gentle touches and soft moans. When Lizette got to her prize, she blew cool air across the opening flesh.

“Don’t stampede for the clitoris,” Kimmy said.

“Never,” Lizette breathed, then kissed along the creases of her thighs. Kimmy couldn’t stay still. Every breath, lick, or touch drove her into motion. Lizette pushed Kimmy’s thighs up and apart to lick behind and underneath.

“That feels so good,” Kimmy moaned.

Licking apart the wet center, Lizette pushed her tongue in as far as she could reach, twirling it around the edges to open her fully. Then her fingers probed gently, easing inside the hot core to reach that spot deep inside Lizette knew and loved.

When Kimmy gripped Lizette’s hair, she finally made her move to encircle the soft nub of erect flesh that now needed attention. Lizette’s lips fit around it perfectly when she puckered, but Kimmy jumped and whined at the sensation. Sucking it gently, Lizette brought her lover all the way to the peak while her middle fingers stroked inside.

“Gaw!” Kimmy’s strained cry was accompanied with quivering legs and sudden twitches.

Lizette kept a steady rhythm all the way through Kimmy’s orgasm, only backing away when Kimmy relaxed her grip on Lizette’s hair. Crawling up to reach Kimmy’s lips was an opportunity to explore her favorite places. The line of soft skin under her breasts. The sensitive spots on the backs of her arms. The ridge along her collarbone and the spot at the base of her throat.

Lizette loved them all until Kimmy captured her lips and pulled her into a tight embrace. The panting breaths tickled her face until they calmed at last, Lizette’s head pillowed on Kimmy’s shoulder.

“Wow,” Kimmy murmured. “I’m limp as a well-cooked noodle.”

Lizette just lay there until Kimmy drifted off, then carefully moved away. While she dressed, her eyes never left the peaceful expression on Kimmy’s face.

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