[FF] The Tutor pt. 9

*The Summer I Grew Up* placed third in the Golden Clitorides award for the Best Gay / Lesbian / Gender Bending Story of 2017! Thanks to everyone who voted.

Sorry it’s taken so long to update this story, but I had deadlines to keep and miles to go before I sleep… ;-)

Cotton Nightie

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Chapter 9
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Waking with Megan pressed against her back instantly stilled Alicia’s nightmare. Dillon had been dragging her into an inky darkness by her bare legs. His too-long fingers had suckers like the tentacles of an octopus and his gaping mouth was filled with needles instead of teeth.

Megan whispered soothing sounds and stroked her tenderly. “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

Yawning, Alicia stretched and rolled over to kiss her girlfriend good morning. *Girlfriend.* The thought settled her heart after the bad dream. Kissing Megan was so different than kissing guys. The biggest difference was how soft her skin was. Even if a guy shaved close, the texture was completely different. And the feeling of their breasts pressing together never got old.

Fear of bad morning breath kept the kiss closed. They traded little touches, first on the upper lip, then just the lower, and then Alicia kissed the corner of Megan’s mouth. Even though Alicia’s cheek and eye still ached, the gentle play pushed away the discomfort and the last remnants of the dream. When they finally paused, their foreheads together, they both hummed notes of contentment. Alicia hugged Megan tighter.

“Thank you,” Alicia whispered, keeping her stinky breath pointing away. “Last night would have been unbearable without you.”

“I’m surprised you only woke up a few times,” Megan whispered back.

“Feeling you next to me helped me fall back asleep.”

They kissed again and Alicia felt heat stirring low in her stomach. She wanted to do more than just kiss, but the thought that Dillon might have infected her killed her mood. Megan must have sensed something because she pulled back to look at Alicia’s face. Her expression was full of sympathy.

“I’d love to play some more, but I’m worried Dillon gave me more than a black eye.”

Megan pressed her lips in a thin line for a moment, then nodded. “They said the test results could be back as early as this afternoon, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t get anything here.” She kissed Alicia’s chin. “Or here.” Her neck. “Or here.” Her shoulder.

Alicia rolled back to allow Megan to kiss down to her breasts. Guys would usually maul or pinch them, which sometimes fit her mood. But Megan knew just how hard to squeeze, just where to nibble and nip. The skin on her chest prickled from feeling Megan’s warm breath and wet tongue cover her aching nipple.

“Oh, baby,” Alicia crooned and shut her eyes to enjoy the tingles.

This was more than just the physical act. Megan touched and teased at a leisurely pace, without a specific goal. While focusing on Alicia’s breasts, Megan rocked her mons against Alicia’s hip. It was like a dance. The purpose wasn’t to rush to the end of the song, it was to enjoy the music for as long as possible.

The two of them played a timeless game of give and take without ever reaching a peak. Waves of giddy pleasure and affection kept them touching and kissing. The scent of arousal penetrated the cotton panties they both wore, but neither hurried to remove the barriers. The only sounds they made were an occasional gasp or husky laugh when something tickled.

Megan rolled on top of Alicia at one point, dropping a knee between Alicia’s legs to press against the gusset of her panties. Megan’s body undulated like a endless series of waves, pressing her knee in deeper to rub and then squeezing their breasts together. Alicia felt an incredible pleasure building and tugged at Megan’s hips to increase the pace.

Megan chuckled. “You like this?”

Alicia gasped and raised her hips to increase the contact between them. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Maybe I should tease you a while,” Megan teased. “Like I did that one time. How long did I make you wait?”

“Too long,” Alicia begged through a hiss. “Please!”

“Are you going to run away from me again?” Megan asked, still teasing, but the honest question forced Alicia to meet her eyes.

“No,” she said emphatically and rocked harder against Megan’s knee. “I’m through running.”

“What about hooking up with guys?” she asked and then gave Alicia a hungry kiss.

“Only if you let me,” she groaned against her lover’s lips. “Only if it’s with you.”

“So what about me?” Megan asked as she began rubbing her own core against Alicia’s hip. “Are you going to let me fuck guys? Watch me fuck guys? *Help* me fuck guys?”

“Oh, God.” Alicia shivered on the edge. The first image that sprang to mind was Adam pinning Megan back against the couch, pushing his way between her legs and riding her hard. “Yes!”

“Which one?”

“All three!” Alicia could imagine Carlos taking her from behind while she bent over to kiss Megan. All talking ceased while she climbed that last peak and threw herself into the ultimate pleasure. “Yes!”

Megan continued to rock while Alicia giggled through her orgasm.

“God, I love how you laugh when you cum.” Megan kissed her until Alicia couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I have to taste you,” she gasped as she pushed Megan over on her back. In seconds she had torn off the thin cotton panties and was pushing her face into Megan’s fragrant depths. Arching her back, Megan convulsed as Alicia fed.

For Alicia, this wasn’t about bringing Megan to orgasm. She just wanted to eat her lover up, sucking that delicious wet skin and those velvety folds into her mouth. She probed her tongue in deep to taste the coppery core as if the secret of life was hidden in there. Alicia ate and drank while Megan gasped at the intensity of the sensual assault.

Megan finally arched her back and strained through a low growl as she came. Alicia stayed away from the most sensitive spots to keep from over-stimulating her lover, but didn’t stop kissing all around them.

The second time they’d been together, Alicia had managed to get Megan into a state of nearly continuous orgasms. They had been playing like this when Megan suddenly began to shake and screamed not to stop. It was like learning to whistle; one moment you’re blowing air, then you suddenly get the trick and a clear note appears.

Megan was just catching her breath when Alicia slipped two fingers inside and began to rub circles along her inner walls. She pressed deeper, watching Megan for the reaction that would tell her she’d found the right spot. Megan stiffened and sucked in a breath.

“You can’t do that now,” Megan begged, her voice wavering. “Your mom will hear! You know I can’t control myself when you do that.”

“Bite a pillow,” Alicia laughed before slowly licking up her slit.

Megan squeezed her legs together and whimpered, but she grabbed a pillow. Alicia planted little kisses all across Megan’s bare mound while her fingers continued to press circles deep inside. Megan jerked like she was being shocked, her toes digging into the sheets as she raised her knees.

“Oh, God! It’s starting,” she gasped just before she pulled the pillow over her face.

Alicia found the right pace and pressure by watching the muscles ripple in Megan’s stomach. Each tightening around Alicia’s finger elicited a muted explosion of cries from behind the pillow. Megan’s slapped around the sheets until she found Alicia’s free hand and then gripped it hard.

Between her fingers and her tongue, Alicia kept Megan on the edge until she finally had to push Alicia’s face away and roll over on her side. Megan tucked her knees in close and hugged the pillow as powerful aftershocks made her shake and sob.

Alicia moved up behind Megan and held her close. After kissing her shoulders, Alicia began whispering to her, “I’m not going to run away. We’ll find a way to make this work. I want to be with you.”

“Did you mean what you said?” Megan asked after she stopped shaking.

“Yes! I really want to be with you,” Alicia whispered near her ear.

“No, I mean about letting me control your sex life?” Megan asked.

Alicia was puzzled for a moment. Megan rolled in her arms, her face serious. Then Alicia remembered the question about guys and her answer. *Only if you let me. Only if it’s with you.*

“That’s the one thing I’m most worried about,” Megan said. “I never want to see you hurt like this again.” She traced around Alicia’s battered face. “I know you use sex to avoid dealing with hard things.”

Alicia couldn’t resist trying to lighten the mood. “No, I use sex to *deal* with hard things.”

Megan pressed her lips into a thin smile. “Yes, you do. And honestly it’s become a crutch. It was hard to watch you struggle this year. It would be impossible to stand by and watch you struggle now.”

Alicia felt the stirrings of panic when her attempt at humor fell flat. She wanted to be with Megan, but the implications of fulfilling that desire were only now becoming obvious. Swallowing hard, Alicia forced herself to nod. “I promise I won’t be with anyone without you knowing and letting me.”

Megan wrapped Alicia in a tight hug. “And I promise won’t turn into a weird, clingy girlfriend.”

*Girlfriend.* The word suddenly felt so right to Alicia. The word boyfriend had always felt like handcuffs or leg irons. Girlfriend felt like a hot air balloon ride. “You can be a little clingy if you want,” Alicia said as she rubbed her face in her girlfriend’s fragrant hair. “I’d like to be able to hold your hand or kiss you sometimes when we’re out.”

“Wow,” Megan sighed. “I never really thought about stuff like that. The guys I dated were always so possessive, but never in a good way. Public displays always felt like they wanted everyone to know they owned me or something.”

“I know what you mean,” Alicia said. “But this feels different. I just want to touch you all the time. It’ll be kinda fun to figure out, won’t it?”

“Just promise me we won’t have to join some kind of gay social club or walk in parades or protest everything.”

Alicia pulled back with a laugh. “What? Are you afraid I’m gonna go buy some flannel shirts and leather boots?”

“No, you’re the girliest girl I know,” Megan answered with a laugh of her own. “And flannel definitely isn’t your style.”

Alicia gasped as a thought occurred to her. “I just realized something! Since we’re practically the same size, it’ll be like doubling our wardrobe overnight!”

“Only if we were roommates,” Megan said. She stared into Alicia’s eyes with a heated look that could melt butter. “Now that I think about it, it’s probably a good thing we’re not roomies or we’d flunk out of school.”

The scent of frying bacon slowly pulled their attention away from each other. Alicia gave Megan one last peck, then got out of bed and pulled her girlfriend up. The musk of sex battled the allure of bacon while they got fresh underwear and clothes for the day. Sunday was usually a lazy day for catching up on laundry and homework for Alicia.

When they went into the bathroom to shower, Alicia was stopped by her reflection in the large mirror over the sink. It was the first time she’d really seen what Dillon had done to her. The swelling around her eye had gone down, but the skin all around it had become more colorful. The black and red bruising was now edged with green and yellow smears. The lighter bruise on her upper arm clearly showed the ghostly imprint of Dillon’s fingers. But the darkest marks he left were more than skin deep.

Megan had started the water to warm while Alicia struggled with her emotions. She looked like the picture in the domestic violence chapter of her sociology textbook. The nagging feeling that she somehow deserved what had happened made her breath catch. She remembered wanting Dillon to punish her. The shame she felt now as she looked at herself in the mirror made her chin quiver.

Megan stepped behind Alicia and peered over her shoulder into the mirror. “Stop it.”

“God, I’m so screwed up,” Alicia cried. “Why the fuck do you want to be with someone as screwed up as me?”

Megan’s eyes narrowed in the reflection. “Remember when you gave me control this morning?”

Alicia wiped her cheeks and nodded.

“You’re *mine* now,” Megan growled with a feral gleam in her eye. “If you can’t believe in yourself right now, believe in *me*. I love you and I’m never going to let him hurt you again.”

Alicia spun around and threw her arms around Megan’s neck, sobbing against her cheek. The sudden storm of self-hate and shame made her dizzy. Megan was right. She used sex to avoid facing the hard things in life. Even their sweet time together earlier was an escape from the fact that Dillon had brutalized her two days ago.

Wordless pain gushed out. Alicia now realized how badly she’d hurt Megan over the last few months. But instead of hating her for it, Megan had kissed her bruised face all morning and sheltered Alicia from her pain for a while. Then she’d claimed Alicia, body and soul, to protect her even from herself.

“I love you,” Alicia cried as the sobs slowed to quivering gasps. “I don’t know why you love me, but I believe you. I don’t deserve you.”

They showered together. Using a soapy washcloth on each other was sensual, but more in a healing way than sexual. They dried off and dressed together before following the scent of breakfast to the kitchen.

“Morning,” Mom said as she cracked an egg over the frying pan. “I waited until you were coming to fry the eggs.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Alicia said. “Can we do anything to help?”

“No, just make yourselves some coffee. This won’t take a minute.”

Megan poured two cups of hot coffee from the carafe and each mixed in their prefered amounts of cream and sugar. The kitchen table was laid out with a plate of crispy bacon, a basket of toasted English muffins, and a variety of cut cheeses and fruit. Alicia sat next to Megan and picked up a slice of pear to nibble on.

“How’s your eye this morning?” Mom asked from the stove.

“Better,” Alicia said. “The swelling’s down. At least I can see out of it today.”

“Good,” Mom said as she plated the scrambled eggs. As she walked to the table and sat, she asked, “So what are your plans for the day?”

Alicia met Megan’s eyes and a silent negotiation took place between them. Alicia knew Megan’s parents casually from years of carpools and sleepovers, but things were different now. And if Dillon’s father was as ruthless as everyone said, there was a good chance his smear campaign would include her sexual relationship with Megan.

Megan nodded and gave a grim smile. “We’re gonna tell my parents we’re dating.”

Mom smiled as she spooned some of the eggs on her plate. “You both look happy together and, really, that’s all a parent can hope for.”

After that, the conversation around the breakfast table stayed on safe topics like classes, entertainment, and fashion. The three chatted as they had probably a hundred times before. Alicia enjoyed spending time with them both and the added dimension of her new relationship with Megan made it even more meaningful.

Alicia looked back on the fear she’d felt for months, ever since she and Megan had sex the first time. Why had she had been afraid of this? Megan had been her friend for years. Beyond the shared experiences, they had similar tastes in most things. Most of their shared romantic dreams had involved meeting hot guys who were best friends and all of them hitting it off.

Megan’s earlier questions about getting involved with guys indicated those dreams were still at least a possibility. The irony was that spending the week tutoring Alex and Carlos had opened her eyes to other possibilities. Maybe it could be more than dating best friends if those best friends were willing to share.

“Ready to go?” Megan asked, interrupting Alicia’s thoughts.

“Yeah, okay.”

“Go on. I’ll clean up breakfast,” Mom said. “Let me know how it goes.”

The ride over to Megan’s house didn’t take long. Alicia was wearing faded jeans and a soft baby blue t-shirt. Megan had borrowed a similar outfit, but her top was light green. Alicia felt a little zing at the idea of her girlfriend wearing borrowed panties. Megan left her dirty clothes in the car to take back to the dorm and came around to take Alicia’s hand as she got out of the passenger side door.

“Ready?” Megan asked with a nervous expression.

“Yeah, I am,” Alicia replied. “Don’t worry if they freak out today. We just need them to know so they won’t be surprised if it comes out next week. I promise I won’t embarrass you or push things with them until they’ve time to get used to the idea.”

Megan faced the front door and took a deep breath. “Good, because Dad is probably gonna freak out.”

“Hey, at least we have scholarships to pay for most things at school. He can freak out all he wants, but he can’t stop us or anything.”

“True,” Megan said as they approached the door. “Okay, here goes.”

Alicia followed Megan through the front door. Voices from the kitchen drew Megan that way. When they walked into the Kitchen, her mom, Miriam, looked up smiling. Liz and Fiona were setting the table and chatting together. Their father, Harry, was still in his church clothes while he sat reading a tablet at the kitchen table.

“Hey, Meg, we missed you at church this morning,” Miriam said, then caught sight of Alicia’s face. “Oh my God, Alicia, what happened?”

Alicia took a deep breath and squeezed Megan’s hand. “It’s a long story, but the short version is that I was raped Friday night.”

Saying the words made her light-headed. The feelings of shame and disgust made her mouth slick like she was going to be sick. The horror she saw in Miriam’s face increased the pressure until tears welled in Alicia’s eyes.

“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry,” Miriam said and stepped closer to take Alicia in a gentle embrace. “How did it happen?”

“I was stupid,” Alicia said with an ironic laugh as she released Miriam to wipe her eyes. “I let myself get into a bad situation, but Megan helped me report it yesterday and kept me from freaking out last night.”

Megan gave Alicia an encouraging smile before turning to her parents. “There’s probably going to be a hearing next week on campus. This guy has a bad reputation, but nothing ever stuck to him before. When word got out about what happened to Alicia, other women came forward to support her charges against the guy.”

“Good,” Harry said with an emphatic nod. “I’m sorry it happened to you, Alicia, but hopefully it won’t happen to anyone else because you took a stand.”

Alicia grimaced at him and Miriam, bracing herself to tell the rest. “There’s a problem with that. The guy’s father is a notorious defense attorney. They are probably going to dig up a bunch of stuff to discredit me.”

“What could they find?” Harry asked with a laugh. “You were an honors student all through high school and I can’t see that changing now.”

“I’m sexually active,” Alicia said. Despite her strong opinions on the topic of sexuality, she’d never been able to shake the automatic surge of embarrassment and shame when admitting it to others.

Harry frowned and shook his head. “And your promiscuity will make it hard for people to take your accusation seriously.” He put down the tablet and sighed. “This is why God is against fornication.”

Miriam snorted. “Don’t start, Harry. I know where the bodies are buried.”

His face turned red as he addressed his wife. “Just because *we* didn’t wait until we got married doesn’t make it any less of a sin when we did it. It’s still a worthy goal and I hope our girls achieve it even if we didn’t.”

“All I’m sayin’ is people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones. And that kind of talk just makes it easier to blame the victim. It shouldn’t matter if she had sex with the whole football team. Those bruises on Alicia’s face aren’t about sex. She was beaten and raped. It’s a crime of violence.”

“Which she admits resulted from her taking stupid risks. Sex should be between a man and woman under the covenant of marriage.”

“Yeah,” Megan said in a long, drawn-out way. Liz and Fiona glanced at each other before staring at their older sister in shock. “About that. Um.” She squeezed Alicia’s hand. “One of the things the attorney might find out is that…”

Alicia squeezed her hand back and took the burden of delivering the news on herself. “Megan and I have been more than friends this year. I know this isn’t something you probably want to hear, but we didn’t want you blindsided by the news if it comes out this week.”

“More than friends,” Harry repeated in a simmering tone. “What does that mean?”

“We’re sort of, well, we’re d-dating,” Megan stammered.

The room was quiet and Alicia felt her stomach tighten almost to the point of pain. Miriam sucked in her cheeks and stared at the pair. Liz and Fiona, standing behind their father, mouthed *Oh my God* in unison. Harry just frowned and looked down for a long moment.

“So you’re gay?” he asked without looking up from the table.

“Not *exactly*,” Megan said.

“You’re either gay or your not,” Harry growled and looked up at them.

Alicia felt Megan’s panic and kept a tight grip on her hand while she responded. “This probably isn’t the time to get into all the nuances of human sexuality. The bottom line is that I love Megan. We don’t know what will happen next week at the hearing, but that fact won’t change. So for now at least, we’re dating and that’s all you need to know.”

Harry chewed on his cheeks silently. “You’ve told us. I think it’s best if you leave now, Alicia.”

“I drove us over here,” Megan said. “So I guess I’ll talk to you later.”

“I didn’t dismiss you,” Harry growled at Megan as he stood.

“Well, then, it’s a good thing I’m an adult and don’t live here,” Megan shot back as she put a protective arm around Alicia’s waist. “Come on.”

“Harold, stop it,” Miriam hissed at her red-faced husband and followed the pair out.

Alicia swallowed hard and allowed Megan to guide her out, wiping her cheeks as they went. Guilt clawed at her stomach for putting Megan through all this, but Megan paused at the door to give her a loving look and a hug.

“It’ll be okay,” she reassured Alicia.

Miriam came up and hugged them both. “It really will,” she said and kissed both girls on their cheeks. “Don’t let Harry-bear growling bother you. I’ll take care of him. You just take care of each other.”

“Bye, Mom,” Megan said and kissed her mom back.

Alicia didn’t say anything, but hugged Miriam when Megan let her go. “Thanks.”

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