It seems so long ago now, thinking back to when I first met you. That version of me would have never admitted what I’m willing to now. But, the truth is that version of me, she knew. She was intentional in her interactions with you; hoping you would notice her, notice anything about her really. She seemed to be the epitome of innocent yet anything but even if she wanted everyone to see her that way. It’s a lot easier to have secrets when people see you as the goody good, the girl with the smarts and good grades, the girl who goes to church and has good friends, and who doesn’t bat an eye at sex, drugs, or rock and roll. On the inside she was screaming for your approval, funny how you’d never now until now how much. She liked when you would talk to her or laugh with her, even in her weak attempts to be a rebel. You never saw her that way and you never would. I wonder what if, what if you were able to look past her counterfeit exterior to realize she wasn’t so hollow inside?
She sits in class, not remembering how it started and not knowing how it will end. How did she even start talking to her, this girl that mocks the very core of girls like her? “S” hmm, seems nice enough but she just can’t put her finger on it now as to what it is that got them talking to one another. All she wanted to know was how to bottle it up and replicate it everyday. She had fun around her, even if it was in Spanish class with Ms. Moon, and she wanted it to stay that way.
She, “K” if you will, was flirting even if she didn’t know it, why would she, S was a lesbian or at least she was pretty sure of that fact and the closest she got to that particular subject was Macey, her best friend and practically sister. S had long dark hair, tan skin, and a friendly smile. But, what drew K in was her female version of a “bad boy” persona. Her fuck it attitude would fit right in with K’s newly forming sense of self, hidden just out of sight from the others. S seemed mysterious and K wanted to know more but she kept a distance, still not knowing the truth inside. S, on the other hand, subtly bridged the gap. It was a Friday, class was quiet and everyone was expected to do a few workbook pages. Instead, S slipped a small, inconspicuous note under K’s arm. It read “meet up, after last class.” K wasn’t sure what to do, her subconscious was oozing with attraction to this girl but her conscious self didn’t see it. K decided to meet her in the back lot by the field house doors anyway. S, who appeared to have the attitude this wasn’t out of the ordinary asked if she wanted to meet up later and hangout, it took a few seconds, but K obliged mentioning she didn’t have a car, in which S reassured her not to worry. With everything going on at home it wasn’t hard for K to get out of the house and get away, so that evening when S arrived, she waltzed out without a worry and got in the car. Small talk ensued since both were uncomfortable in the silence and K worked up the nerve to ask what they were doing. “We’re going to sit under the bleachers in the stadium.” K was confused but went with it, subconscious slowly taking control and feeling trust for a girl she barely knew. They arrived after what felt like forever and they got out of the car walked past the gate, in the dark, across the football field to a small set of bleachers on the visitors’ side erected over grass. This didn’t seem like anything S would do from an outsiders perception of who she was, at least this felt less “out of control, wild child” than K thought it would be, but she was willing to let that go. S had a blanket K only just now noticed and she lay it out perfectly as if to make a bed. She sat down and invited K to join her. The apprehension for K was high and it must have been tangible because S lay her hand on K’s back when she sat as if to comfort her and bring her back down to Earth.
S initiated every point of contact that night always asking first. “Can I kiss you?” she whispered as K shook her head not realizing this is what she wanted. S started slow, brushing her lips against K’s softly and setting the pace for how the night would go, at least for now. S pressed into K each kiss getting longer and deeper. Soon enough K was submitting to her lips being parted by a bold tongue. She must have noticed the feeling of distance though, so S sat back for a moment and looked at K, immediately K begged the question again, “what are we doing?” S obliged and matter of factly said “what we both want.” K was nervous, she had never done anything with another girl and wasn’t sure how to break that news to S. K worked up enough nerve to admit her lack of experience, let alone knowledge on the topic of any form of sexual activity with another girl beyond “I kissed a girl and I liked it” but S told her she already knew, she could tell and she’d break her in perfectly fine. S began kissing her harder this time sliding her fingers through K’s hair and around the back of her neck, pulling K deeper into this fantasy she didn’t even know she had. S pushed her free hand under K’s shirt and found her breasts, rising and falling a bit faster now. The fabric of K’s bra still forming a barrier and yet she could still tease K by tracing the horizon of fabric to bare skin with her thumb, all while still drawing submission through her kiss. She slowly began to kiss down her neck leaving glistening proof of where her lips and tongue had just grazed. She met the brim of K’s shirt and stopped, looked at her and began raising her shirt over her head. Her lips met K’s skin again as if she had not stopped and she began leaving a trail of kisses from her neck, onto her collar bone, and finally onto the flesh of her breasts not covered by her bra. K was soaking the feeling of novelty in; all the guys she had been with were not this slow to build tension between her legs, infact they rarely cared about her pleasure let a lone her orgasm. K couldn’t help but grab S by the face and kiss her with lips, tongue, and teeth and in that moment with great courage she whispered, as if there were a crowd surrounding them instead of darkness, “teach me.”
S grabbed her shoulders and guided her to the ground against the blanket K was now thankful for. S straddled K looking down at her smirking and appreciating how vulnerable she was laying there beneath her. She moved to undo her pants for later and then proceeded with kissing the rest of her exposed skin. It was slow but she knew what she was doing and wanted K melting by the end of the night. S began massaging K’s breasts and decided the bra was a nuisance. She removed it rather quickly and tossed it to the side. S picked up where she left off and began kissing the newly exposed skin. She made acquaintance with a now hardened nipple and began sucking and teasing with her tongue. K moaned softly and knew there was no turning back, she needed S to make her cum. S moved on to the opposite breast and again began teasing K and playing with her nipple. S grazed her teeth against K’s erect flesh and the sensation caused her to moan again. This feeling with different and K was afraid she’d be consumed by the wave too quickly so she pushed back up against S and removed her shirt and began kissing her lips, moved on to her skin and found her breasts that normally appeared to be hidden away. K began massaging her breasts and kissing her roughly trying to show some semblance of control and dominance, pulling her hair with her free hand and teasing her mouth every few times puling her away and making her want more. But S wasn’t the submissive type and in fact wanted it the other way around she grabbed K again and pinned her against the ground taking control in one quick motion. S pushed K’s pants out of the way at the entrance she had made earlier and slid her hand between skin and panties as she continued pinning K down by kissing her and barely letting her up for air. She found K’s clit and began ever so slightly sliding her fingers against it and the sensation was intense, K couldn’t help but experience a hitch in her breathing. S looked into K’s eyes and asked “are you going to stay put?” K shook her head and S slackened her restraint only long enough to remove K’s pants the rest of the way. She replaced her hand against K’s clit and parted her legs with her body as she sat there in between them watching K not able to help the reaction that was forming inside of her. She continued to tease her with her index and middle finger softly rubbing in circles, massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples keeping them ripe and red. K could no longer remain coy as her body was traitorously responding. Her cunt becoming even more moist, her nipples molded into stones, and the light blonde peach fuzz all over her body standing on end. S knew eventually she would give in and she even brought her own face close to K’s pussy blowing on her aroused clit cooling it down and rubbing it with her two fingers to make it warm again. K’s tolerance was wavering and unexpectedly moaned out loud “please fuck me!” S got what she was waiting for and proceeded to slide two fingers in to K’s pussy while leaving her rough thumb against her clit. S was pumping her fingers in and out and making a circular motion against her plump clit over and over again as K began to moan and begged her not to stop. S continued watching her, looking at her as if her pleasure was a work of art she maneuvered her way between K’s legs and while continuing to finger her she placed her mouth over K’s clit. K nearly lost control as she had already been spiraling closer and closer to the edge. S began using her mouth expertly, licking and sucking in all the right ways. K began breathing heavily getting closer and twisted her fingers in the long ponytail S always wore. S somehow pushed her fingers deeper inside of K and hit the spot as K moaned louder than she had all night. S continued to suck on her clit and looked up into K’s eyes. She continued like this as K cried out “I’m going to cum, please don’t stop, please!” S hastened the pace of her hand and began sucking against her clit and licking as if she were drawing the life out of K. K’s lower body began rising to meet S’s mouth and she dug her hand into the ground for leverage. She was loosing herself in the pleasure and in that moment as her body was rocking up and down matching the motion of S’s hand she couldn’t hold back any longer. K was moaning uncontrollably screaming out “I’m cumming, oh my god, thank you, god yes!” “S please don’t stop, please…….” S continued to labor on revelling in her art as this goody good girl was now her dirty little harlot. K’s body became reacquainted with the hard ground as she brought her hand over her own breasts and nipples indulging in her body and this new feeling. S again began kissing K’s exposed skin and meeting her mouth again. K could taste herself on her lips and it was sweet, something she had never known before.
K rolled over on top of S, for the first time having some power and whispered in her ear “teach me”……………….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c2r6gf/when_you_speak_a_foreign_language