I was very excited to see her. Surprised, yes, but excited as well. She looked just as familiar and as intriguing as always. I found my heart beating faster, almost as fast as that first moment I met her, before I sabotaged everything. Oh, I’m sorry. Where are my manners, let me explain myself. It all happened about a month ago.
I was sitting in my art class, working on a project that was due in two days. I was beginning to feel a bit frustrated at all these silly things I was doing.
“One would think that being in college meant more than creating forks out of masking tape,” I said to a friend of mine. She smiled and laughed.
“I’m beginning to think that the projects aren’t going to get any better. I mean, that last one? Making a shoe out of wire? Who does that?”
I smiled and went back to my fork. I had many ideas for it, but I just didn’t feel like actually doing it.
“Okay you guys, It’s eleven now, you can take a fifteen minute break”
I looked up to see my teacher walking in with a pad in his hand. He looked up at me.
“I’d like to speak to you though Alena, don’t worry I’ll give you extra time on your break.”
I looked at my friend and she shrugged as she got her things ready and walked out the door.
“Save me a seat.” I whispered to her. She nodded.
I walked up to my teacher and smiled.
“Ah, well I just wanted to tell you what a wonderful job you are doing so far. You have the highest grade in the class. I’m pretty sure you are the best student in all of my classes this semester,”
I smiled, I felt good that my hard work was paying off but something in me said that now I would have to work even harder to keep that image.
“And as such, I want to invite you to submit some of your work to our school literary magazine…you know… The Eagle?”
I nodded.
“Oh yes, I know what you mean. I just…it’s a literary magazine.”
“Oh, well you can submit artwork too..”
“Cool. I’ll think about it.”
“You really should..”
I thought about what he said and decided that It would be something that I could do, plus it would look good to future employers to see I had published works. My friends on the other hand, didn’t think much of it.
“Hell no!” Carrie said, “The Eagle is such a conservative publication. Your stuff will never make it into the books.”
“I don’t know Carrie,” said my other friend Jules, “Alena’s stuff is pretty good. They should be able to see past the obvious lesbianism and into the actual structure of her work. I mean, it’s run by artists after all. Correct?”
“Jules has a point,” I said as I filled a cup up with water, “I mean, its run by artists right? So they should be able to look at something objectively…”
“I don’t know…do what you want I suppose.”
I smiled.
“We better start heading back, I need to get that project finished today. I won’t have time to do it later.”
“Yeah,” Jules replied.
“You guys go ahead, “I said, “I got a few more minutes to
spare.
They shrugged and headed towards the cafeteria entrance.
I was having serious doubts about this publication thing. Part of me wanted to do it and the other part was wary. I mean, I was out. I was probably one of the most lesbionic lesbians on campus, but there were some people who lacked a gaydar as much as I lacked the knowledge about makeup. So anyway, I finished my quick lunch and was walking back to class. I was very much in my own world, deciding the pros and cons of this publication situation when I tripped over a small stone right in front of the small staircase that led up to the old home that was converted into an art building.
“Fuck!” I said under my breathe as I pushed myself up onto my hands.
“Are you Okay?”
I looked up with a smile on my face that did well in hiding my embarrassment. My smile faded though as I looked up to see her. She had dark short hair and a lip in the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were a beautiful sky blue and pierced into me with knife like precision.
“I….I’m good.” I said, stuttering on my words. At a complete loss of things to say as I tried into to stare directly at her. Perhaps it was just the cheesy fact that the sun was behind her head and casted her in a more angelic silhouette than she really was, but I honestly thought at that point that I was staring at the face of an angel. Corny, I know.
“Are you sure?” she said, looking down at my hands as I stood up and brushed the dirt off my pants, “you scratched your hands up pretty bad. Maybe you should be more careful and look where you are going.”
“Maybe you should get off mines,” I said, almost as a knee jerk reaction. One thing I probably should mention at this point, then, is that I have very strong pet peeves about being told what to do by strangers. Which did not at all help me with my current relationship situation, which I also forgot to mention that I was, and currently am, single.
So anyway, of course she wasn’t too happy about that response. I decided to cut my losses and continue onto my classroom without any further contact. The look on her face was that of shock and anger.
“This is why I don’t have a girlfriend,” I said to myself under my breathe as I walked away.
I made it back to my class and pretty much sat in silence while working on my project. Every now and again one of my friends would inquire as to why I was being to quiet. I told them I was just working really hard to finish, but I was really thinking about her. I was playing out everything that might have happened had I not been such a….well, bitch.
Class ended soon and I was on my way back to my apartment when I saw her sitting on the porch. Her back was towards me and I looked around, seeing if there was an escape route but unfortunately the route to the other stairway was blocked off by old canvas’s and a few potting wheels.
“Shit,” I said under my breathe as I inhaled and began to walk. She heard footsteps and turned around. Our eyes met and I gave a half smile.
“Don’t trip,” she said, “there wont be anyone to help you up this time.”
“All the better,” I replied. It made no sense, but I couldn’t let her best me. Our relationship turned quickly into that of a love/hate relationship. We loved to hate each other and we hated to love each other. That’s really what it was. I had seen her everyday for a week and everyday we would exchange phrases that weren’t at all the slightest bit pleasant to those in hearing range, but to us they were an uncanny resemblance to flirtation. Anyway, fast forward a week. I had just submitted my prints to The Eagle and was walking away from the submission box when I heard her voice.
“These yours?,” she said as she picked up my prints and held them in the air.
“Yes, they are.”
She looked them over and smiled, “Alena Nicole Jennings?”
“That’d be me.”
“Well Alena, I’ll make sure these end up in the right place.”
I felt my heart dropping into my lungs. The pain darted back and forth with every breathe.
‘W..Wait.. You? You work for The Eagle?”
“Don’t sound so surprised. I have other hobbies you know, other than helping strange, pathetic girls off of their faces.”
“I think I’ll just take those back and return them when someone else is here.”
“Uh uh!” she said, jerking my prints back as I approached them. “As of now, submissions are closed. You take these back and you will have to wait till next year to get them published.”
I thought for a moment. She looked over the prints and I surveyed her face.
“It would be a shame too, these are good.”
My eyebrows almost jumped off of my face.
“You think so?”
“Oh come on Alena, I know talent when I see it.”
That reminded me of a conversation I had earlier with my friends and I smirked.
“well then, I hope they make it in.”
I smiled and walked away.
“You’re going to see who?” Jules said as she closed the magazine she was reading on my bed and sat up.
“You know what’s funny? I don’t even know her name,” said Carrie.
“What does she look like?”
“Well, she had dark short hair with red streaks and…she has a lip ring..”
“Sarah?”
“Is that her name?”
“I don’t know….what is her major?”
“I don’t know, I assumed she was an art major..”
“Oh, yea that’s definitely Sarah,” said Jules with her finger pointing in the air as if she were selecting a face out of many in her imaginary rolodex.
“Sarah…hmmm….so what should I wear?”
“Preferably something black.”
Carrie looked into my closet.
“Shouldn’t be too hard. Hey Alena, can I borrow this Jacket?”
I turned around from my painting, dabbing the brush with some red paint.
“Uh yeah, sure, just don’t fuck it up like you did my sneakers..”
“Hah, how keen you are. You have a memory like an
elephant…anyway, Jules you think she will like this? I hear she’s into mystery
and this wardrobe reeks of teen angst…no offense
“I’m not mysterious, am i?,” I said, stopping for a moment and turning around.
“I don’t think so, but then again I’ve known you for how long now?” said Jules.
“I give up,” Carrie said said, “I’ll just wear what I normally wear.”
“Good idea, It will be coming off tonight anyway.”
Carrie stood up and gave Jules a look, “What makes you think I will be having sex with her?”
“What makes you think you won’t be?”
I was in the photo lab, I remember.
It was around
“I got to get out of here soon,” I said to myself. Carrie had gone out on her date the night before and according to her it went well. She wanted us to meet her new “girlfriend” and so we were scheduled for dinner around 5pm. I had just finished putting the last print into the solutions and hung them up to cure when I heard a door open behind me.
“Sorry excuse me I just nee….oh. It’s you”
Indeed, it was the girl that worked for The Eagle who I’ve been talking about in this whole story, basically.
So anyway, I tell her to shut the door behind her as light tends to leak in from under the screen, which is a fully solid black sheet we place over the door that blocks out, or at least for the most part, light.
“I just came to get some prints I left in here yesterday, I’ll be out of your way in a bit.”
I ignored her and began to clean up the area I was using. Then I washed my hands and dried them on my shirt.
She was walking out when she saw my prints.
“Oh, are these yours?”
“Yes,” I said while nodding.
“They are …well..they certainly are interesting. You into that kind of thing?”
“What? Nudes?...i suppose. I mean the human body is an interest—“
“No, I meant girls. Are you into girls?”
“Well yeah, I thought that was obvious.”
“Oh, well I don’t think it is…but…anyway uhm…yeah so I’ll just go now. Sorry to interrupt you.”
I shrugged. It wasn’t the first time I got that “I’m cool with It, but I cant be here right now” type of response. I was pulling up a stool when she came back. I looked up at her in confusion. She slammed the prints down onto a table nearby and furiously walked up towards me. I didn’t have time to be scared but when her lips locked onto mine, I had no need to be. I was shocked but at the same time I expected it. The way she looked at me, the way we looked at one another. There had been tension for some time and it seems a dark room with nude photos and no one around broke the thread. I was sitting on the stool and she was standing in between my legs. We softly kissed each other, slowly and gently as if reviling in the feeling of finally touching. She reached up and slid the black leather jacket off my shoulders while kissing my neck. The sensation drove a moan from deep within, a moan I didn’t know was there until it had come and gone. Our lips met again, this time more savagely, more hungry than they were before. Her hands roamed down my back while I found my hands gently yet firmly planted on her ass.
We managed slight bits of breathily conversation in between our expedition of one another’s mouth.
“I can’t believe I had to make the first move,” she said, while tenderly biting my neck.
“I can’t believe you even asked me that question.”
She looked up at me and smiled. We both giggled a bit before locking eyes. Our smiles faded and I could see we weren’t playing games now. This was real, the tension, the lust everything. She reached for my shirt and in one full swoop peeled it off of me. Our lips locked again. Faster and more greedy, but still soft. Still comfortable, as if we had been doing this everyday since we met and indeed we were, if only in the back of our mines. I guess that’s one of the reasons we argued so much, we were angry our lips weren’t busy enough to be silent. Her hands fell down onto my pants buckle. I heard the distinct click of my seatbelt style buckle as it came undone. Then, the silent zip of my jeans as she lowered the zipper to the end of the line. I looked into her eyes, daring her to continue.
She looked back, looked towards the dark room door, then looked back at me.
“How about we take this some place where we won’t get interrupted?”
I nodded, “your place or mine?”
“Let’s see where the road takes us..”
I slid my shirt back on and buckled my pants before grabbing my Jacket and leaving.
“my prints will be fine here overnight,” I said to her, “besides, something more important came up.”
“You say that to all the girls? Or just the ones you like?”
“Who said anything about liking you?”
she grinned.
“We’ll see…”
The door burst open and we tumbled into my apartment. My keys were still jammed firmly in the door and I tried to pull them out while she was busy biting my neck.
“Where’s your bed?” she asked.
“Second bedroom on the left” I said, pointing down the long corridor and finally closing the door. I kicked off my shoes and followed her. First, my coat came off. Somewhere near the kitchen entrance. Then my shirt, right before the bedroom door as I tossed it onto the floor in front of the room. As I stood in the doorway I stared at her. She had already taken her shirt and pants off and was laying on the bed, waiting.
“Hey,” she said, “what took you so long?”
She reached out her arms towards me, like a child looking for a hug. Except she wasn’t a child, thanks goodness cause that would be just wrong, and she definitely wasn’t looking for a hug.
I came down upon her, our lips met as my body hovered over hers. Her skin was soft to touch. When our chest’s met, shivers went up my spine. We were not yet fully nude, but the anticipation was killing me. She rolled me over onto my back and began to kiss my neck. I moaned.
“I’m going to make you feel like no one else has,” she said as she descended my body. The truth was that she already had. The spark that was between us burned with greater intensity everyday, it seemed though that after this moment it would dim. The tension wouldn’t be there, the spark, the fire, the flames. Nothing. I heard the sound of my belt unbuckling. Then my zipper. She pulled my jeans off of me which in turn slid my panties down just a bit below my hips. I pulled them up.
“Hey!” she said when she saw me pull them up, “don’t do that!”
“You got to work for it baby,” I said with a cheap grin.
“Oh, I fully intend on it,” she said. With that she buried her face in between my legs with my underwear still on. It was a completely different sensation. I could feel her there, at the center of my being, but barely. She was teasing me, like I had teased her. She began kissing higher, right at the beginning of my groin area, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my face getting hotter, flushing with blood that had nowhere else to go. She made her way up my abdomen and to my chest. She grabbed my bra and pulled it off over my head.
“Ouch!” I yelped as the straps scraped against all the soft parts of my body, or at least it seemed that way. Before, however, I could finish my sentence she found herself attached via her lips to my nipples. I could feel the pain of the bruises yet to come at the same time she was running her tongue around my areola. It was an awe-inspiring feeling of pain and pleasure.
“Oh God,” I whispered beneath my breathe as It escaped my mouth more rapidly. Her hands dug in between my legs and started rubbing my pussy through my panties. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I moved him hips in sync with her hand. She switched breasts. My left breast was plunged into the warm wetness of her mouth, the pleasure somewhat greater than the right, while my right breast was thrown into a wet coldness. Longing for the attention it once received.
“You’re getting so wet,” she said, almost gloating as she paused for a second between tongue laps on my already erect nipples, “there something you want to tell me?”
I opened my eyes and looked down at her. Her eyes were blazing with a mischievous passion. She wanted me to need her so she could tease me more. I looked down at her, I could tell she saw the look in my eyes. The glazed, surrendering to her every whim, yet passionate look was all she needed. She moved her hand from between my legs and sat up straight.
She brushed her hair to the side, the short bangs falling gently over her eyes, and stared down at me. She smiled. Her hands reached down and cuffed beneath the band of my panties. I lifted my hips, giving her permission to take them off. She slid them down slowly as she leaned towards my flesh. She kissed my hip line on both sides before sitting back up and pulling them down all the way. I lifted my legs up and after that my knees until my panties were laying on the floor next to my bed.
She laughed a maniacal laugh. I chuckled. My legs fell to the side and she looked down before catching sight of what she had been wanting all along.
“It’s beautiful,” she said, almost as though she had been shocked. She leaned down and began kissing my inner thighs. I could feel myself dripping, longing for her touch. I closed my eyes again and tilted my head back. I could picture her lips on the back of my eyelids, the prints they left on my thighs appearing then slowly fading away before another one, of the same size and color, appeared in its place.
Her lips found their way to mine and I nearly exploded. I gasped, both surprised at its blatancy and excited by its warmth. Her tongue quickly found its way to my clitoris. I reached down and placed my hands on the back of her head. I just laid them there, mind you, no pressure applied. I ran my fingers through her hair as her head moved back and forth, her tongue exploring the very depth of me.
“Oh God,” I moaned again, my hips pumping in a slow, melodic rhythm. My hands made their way to my breasts and I pinched my nipples. She lifted her head up and sat up right. She looked at me for a second before placing her thumb on my clitoris and moving it in slow, gentle circles. I let out a large moan.
“Feel good?” she asked, in a breathy tone that sounded dirty but at the same time angelic.
I nodded and let out a whimper as I moved my hips faster. I closed my eyes tighter. My whole body was tingling and alive with a wonderful sensation. I felt other hand roam up to my breast. My skin shivered beneath her touch. Her other hand joined in and both of her hands were soon caressing my entire body. She leaned in and kissed me, I could taste myself on her lips. I wrapped my arms around her, bringing her closer to my body. Her hands slid down the side of my body before sliding itself between us. She fondled me for a few seconds before she pulled away from me, licked her fingers and gently slid two of her fingers into me. I gasped. My body froze as she entered me.
“Relax,” she said, “relax..”
I relaxed my body and she smiled.
“Good girl.”
She pushed her fingers into me slowly then pulled them out. She then leaned into me and started kissing me while doing this. She kissed my neck, biting it gently as she made her way down my arm and begin sucking on my finger. She looks up at me. My hips began moving faster now. I was so close.
My breathing got faster and my soft moans keyed her off. She pulled her fingers out, licked them and then went down for the real thing. She was only down there for a few seconds before I found myself floating above the earth. I was having an orgasm, and what a great one at that. She held onto my arms as I came, my hips moving with each wave. She held on fantastically and soon I found myself still, sweating and panting ad my body lay completely relaxed. She was still licking me, her tongue moving in slow, soft circles around my clitoris.
I grabbed her head gently and pulled her up to me. She lay between my legs as we kissed.
“Your turn now,” I said, in a breathy voice.
She smiled and opened her mouth to say something.
“What the fuck is going on here?”
I looked over towards the doorway to see Jules standing there.
A look of horror came over my face.
“I..uhm..”
“Jesus Alena, at least close the door!”
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough… whose your new friend? Or do I have to introduce myself? Hi, I’m Julianne.”
Sarah blushed, “Sarah,”
“Oh, so she has a name. Listen, don’t mean to bother you…but Carrie and I have been waiting for you down at the cafeteria for like…twenty minutes. We tried calling you but your phone seems to be disengaged. You know this is an important day for her, so..”
Jules turned to Sarah, “Not meaning to be rude, but she needs to go..”
I looked at Sarah and gave her a look to try and apologize. She smiled.
“Go, we’ll finish this later.”
I smiled at her, she had that mischievous look on her face that almost made me want to stay.
“
She nodded and I grabbed my clothes, threw them on and ran out the door, sure she could show herself out. Odd thing though, when I left… I could have sworn I heard her say “Sooner than you think..”
To Be Continued….