Monique’s pussy had developed an endearing habit. Dampness at dawn had to mean she’d been dreaming about Lucy. But irrespective of what shenanigans had played out in those dreams, Lucy had been typecast in the leading role in Monique’s daydreams. She now started her day absorbed in a detailed replay of the best hour of her life: the coolest girl in school naked, and totally into Monique.
Every morning, as she slowly teased her button, Monique built her arousal and wallowed in the joys of edging to lusty thoughts about the School Sports Captain. Deliberately leaving an explosive orgasm to the last possible moment before she had to get out of bed and get to school.
But, having recovered her breath and headed for the bathroom, a melancholic cloud kept on settling over her.
She’d turned out to be a lesbian.
Not that there was anything wrong with being into girls in principle. It’s just that it was a reason for standing out from the crowd. Occasionally, she’d seen affectionate girls draw unwelcome glances from strangers. And even someone as self-confident as Lucy kept their sexuality under lock and key.
Her bittersweet imaginings meant that morning swim training now felt different, really strange. She still delighted in Lucy’s presence. But the routine of laps had become an escape from the crushing thought that, having morphed into someone different to her boy-crazy peers, she was fated to be spooked by what others thought or, even worse, said.
Lucy, too, seemed to have changed. Still super-friendly, but she’d stopped those innocent little touches of Monique’s body whenever she pointed out how an aspect of freestyle could be improved.
In that maelstrom of mixed feelings, Monique began to crave a signal that all was well. So, when the swim team returned from a successful trial out of Sydney, Monique sighed with the relief of being the chosen one. For Lucy had casually asked her to sit together in the back of the school’s minivan.
It wasn’t cold, but, as she sat down, Lucy surprisingly threw a down jacket over their laps. Then, as night fell, under that jacket, Monique felt Lucy’s fingers trace along her trackies, surreptitiously teasing her inner thigh. She smiled to herself, relieved. But didn’t trust herself to be seen glancing at Lucy. Instead, her hand reached, and their fingers instinctively intertwined.
Monique closed her eyes, soaking up the joy of holding hands, thrilled that Lucy had found a way to reinforce the feelings for Monique she’d demonstrated when the two of them had been together in the changing room showers.
Though that evening her heart missed a beat when her father appeared at her bedroom door. “I’ve been talking to Lucy’s dad.”
“About …”
“The relay team is on the brink of being competitive in the state swimming finals.”
“So?”
“The Fastskin Olympic-style swimsuits would cut seconds off your time.”
Monique’s eyebrow rose. “They’re a thousand bucks each.”
“Yeah. If you’d be okay with sponsorship, I’d be happy to raise four grand.”
“But Lucy already has one.”
“Not the next-generation one.”
Monique exhaled, relief and excitement intermingled. “I’m cool if you guys are cool with financing them.”
“Lucy’s dad is so old school, conservative. I had to show him how these things can be okay in today’s world.”
“Thanks Dad. You’re the best.”
At their first swim meet wearing the new swimsuits, the relay team shaved two seconds off their best time. That had them within touching distance of the state record and, consequently, Lucy and Monique were in high spirits heading home in the back of Monique’s parents’ car. Lucy’s parents were out of state and had fussed, not wanting Lucy home alone, so Monique’s mum had offered Lucy a bed for the night.
But when they arrived home, Monique didn’t know whether to be delighted or embarrassed. Her mum had made an unexpected effort, a tablecloth for dinner and the spare bedroom next to Monique’s room was made up to look like it was a hotel room.
Yet the evening had only been okay; chatting and a board game. Monique craved alone time with Lucy but could hardly object to her parents being ever-present. But, once they had headed to the master bedroom at the other end of the hall, the two girls did find themselves together in the bathroom.
As Monique brushed her teeth, she felt Lucy snuggle behind her. Hands slid around Monique’s waist, then rose and cupped her breasts through her Harry Potter pyjama top. Kneaded, as little kisses ran up her neck. After softly sucking an earlobe, Lucy whispered, “I’ve missed this. Shall I come to your room?”
Monique melted and nodded into the mirror. “Turn the lights out, leave it fifteen minutes. My door will be slightly ajar; close it ever so quietly.”
In her room, Monique pondered the age-old question of how to receive the hottest girl you know in one’s boudoir. That surely meant no Harry Potter pyjamas. Having undressed, she realised she didn’t own anything remotely sexy. So, with a wicked grin, she slid naked between the sheets. Time passed so slowly, but it felt delicious knowing Lucy wanted her. Her fingers drifted down her abs and started to tease an increasingly wet pussy.
The door swung open and closed with a soft click. Monique raised the sheet, the moonlight clearly illuminating her curves. Lucy stopped by the side of the bed and licked her lips. Slowly and sultrily, she shed her top. Then slid her panties down her long legs. Scrunched them into a ball and threw the undies at Monique, hitting her on the right boob. Giggles broke out.
“Shish,” Lucy hissed.
“Shush, yourself.”
As Lucy slid into bed, she was wrapped in Monique’s arms. They snuggled, just holding each other and embracing the sensual feel of their soft curves against the other. Mouths opened, and tongues gently swirled. Savouring, while fingernails dancing over skin had delectable tingles run through their bodies and zero in on their dampening pussies.
That kiss turned into a second, a third, then a fourth; each accompanied by the intimate feel of nipples grazing when their breasts crushed together. That set fire to their cunnies, and the intoxicating aroma of womanhood started percolating through the top sheet.
Monique squirmed with anticipation as Lucy nibbled down her neck and started to kiss across her breastbone. Having anticipated that her nipples were about to be teased, she froze when her boobs were bypassed. Those butterfly kisses continued down across her swim-taut abs. “Um ... You don’t have to.”
Lucy looked up, her eyes doe-like. “I really want this. You don’t want me to beg, do you?”
Monique smirked; a newfound wantonness had taken her by the hand. She softly giggled. Snapped her legs together. “Maybe I’m into you begging.”
“You’re such a tease.” Lucy’s hands gripped Monique’s thighs and tried to separate them. Failed.
“Wanna know a secret. I’m never going to be able to resist you for long.” Monique let her legs be spread, giving the hottest girl in school access to her most private of places. And when a mouth delicately landed on her dewy folds, her sigh echoed off the walls. "Ohhhhh...."
“Shish,” Lucy whispered as her thumbs gently spread the sticky outer lips. She slowly ran her tongue up Monique’s folds and flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue.
Monique whimpered and watched enthralled as licks and kisses wandered all over her increasingly aroused pussy. It so looked like Lucy totally savoured the musky taste of her sex. And that giggle was so adorable when she heard the little squelches from her sucks.
Monique started to squirm. Whimpered, catlike meows of pleasure. Moved her knees even wider, silently begged for more. But all that did was make Lucy’s tongue slow down, now unhurried and oh so soft. Those teasing little touches took her breath away.
After what seemed like an eternity, the tongue swirled straight up her pussy in a single maddeningly slow, agonising lick, lighter over her opening, somehow even more so over her clit.
Then, with her flat tongue extended, Lucy focused, lapping Monique’s clit like a kitten takes milk. Monique’s eyes closed, her head lolled back on the pillow, and she softly whimpered Lucy’s name. Again, and again.
A deep sigh escaped when the lapping became even faster and firmer. Monique felt the orgasm brewing and tensed, spooked by the fear of screaming. With her last sensible thought, her hand reached out, found Lucy’s discarded panties, and stuffed them in her mouth.
Monique’s fingers curled, gripped the sheet and submitted to the relentless lapping of her sex. Totally lost in a carnal fog, only the panties stopped her from vocalising the intense pleasure Lucy was creating.
Her body started trembling. Her hips rose, pressing her sex hard into Lucy’s mouth. Her clit spasmed. And a gush of cum honey flooded the school sports captain’s pretty face.
Eventually, Monique slowly unwound and relaxed. Lucy sensuously kissed back up her tummy. Softly, slowly; still like she was auditioning to be a butterfly. Then broke out in giggles on seeing her panties stuffed into Monique’s mouth.
Monique shyly smirked after Lucy removed them. “Needs must, I didn’t want to scream. You won’t tell anyone.”
“All of this is our secret, promise.”
They lay together kissing and then kissing again. Monique adored that her musky flavours lingered on Lucy’s lips. But her anxieties were ever present. “I’m not sure what to do.”
“No worries, let me lead.” Lucy took Monique’s hand and placed it against the sticky folds of her pussy. “You masturbate?”
“I might.”
“Thinking of me?”
Monique nodded shyly. “Maybe.”
“Just maybe?”
“Okay, yeah. All the time, always you.”
Lucy grinned and kissed Monique’s nose. “Touch me just like you please yourself. Best pass me my panties before you start.”
Monique slowly slid two fingers into the school sports captain’s sopping pussy. She felt her knuckles stretch the wet velvet walls as her fingertips slowly scissored and searched for the sensitive spots. Her thumb, however, unerringly mashed against Lucy’s clit.
Lucy surprised. Grabbed Monique’s wrist and helped her thrust her fingers deeper and harder. Arched her hips and whimpered as she impaled herself ever so deep on Monique’s fingers.
Watching her like a hawk, Monique’s fingers slowed and teasingly traced Lucy’s spot. Then alternated soft, slow touches with fast and hard thrusts over her most sensitive places. Lucy was ruined.
Babbling, moaning, she reached for her panties and stuffed them into her mouth. Ground on Monique’s fingers. Her body became rigid. And she came ever so hard.
As Lucy relaxed, Monique slid her fingers from her pussy. She held Lucy’s gaze and sucked the remnants of the sticky orgasm from her fingers. Immediately realising that the first taste of musky pussy wouldn’t be her last. “Addictive, totally addictive.”
“I’ve never permitted myself to let go before.”
They wrapped each other in their arms, the midnight silence cocooning them in their special moment. Felt so safe in their post orgasmic snuggling, that sleep threatened to snatch them.
Lucy suddenly sat up, startling Monique. “Best go to my room.”
Monique knew that was sensible, but she craved the closeness. “Wish you didn’t have to.”
“Me too. One day, sweetheart.” Lucy slipped out of bed, slid on her wet panties and crumpled top, then softly padded out the door.
One lunchtime, a few weeks later, Julie noticed the two of them had arrived early at her friendship group’s favourite spot in the back field. So, she rushed over before any of their other friends could get there. “Hey, you two. You realise you’re not fooling anyone?”
A worried look passed over Lucy’s face. “Don’t overread, Julie.”
“I’m not. Your behaviour has changed around friends.”
Lucy looked sceptical. “How?”
“You ignore each other. Yet you clearly are still friends. I’m pretty sure that means you’ve hooked up and want to keep that secret.”
“I thought not kissing and telling was your mantra.”
“Fair enough, I get why lezzies think silence must be golden. Change of subject: Jimmy has asked me out.”
Lucy smirked. “You said yes?”
“Of course.”
“I would hope so after the effort I have put in.”
“What?”
“My brother and Jimmy’s brother are best mates.”
Julie threw her arms around Lucy. “You sneaky little bitch. Thank you.”
She turned to Monique. “You’re totally sure everything is okay?”
“Way better than okay. Thanks for caring.”
“Your secret is safe with me.”
A few weeks later, Lucy and Monique had decided on another one of their kind-of-date afternoon movies. They now played the role of besties to perfection. Except, when the movie theatre’s lights lowered, then, as planned, they permitted themselves to discreetly hold hands.
After the movie, Lucy treated them to a Chinese dinner upstairs at the mall. They nabbed a window seat and watched the sunset while eating prawn dumplings, followed by sweet and sour pork. Happily chatting about swimming and Lucy’s forthcoming end-of-school exams.
As they finished their meal, Monique pointed out Julie, walking outside hand in hand with Jimmy, up to the mall’s central fountain. The two of them seemed to exist in their own little world, taking a selfie as they kissed in front of the water, which was dappled ochre in the pretty sunset.
Monique’s phone pinged, and she wistfully watched as Julie’s kiss got a pile-on of likes on social media. She passed her phone to Lucy. Who watched just as intently for a while and then stared longingly at Monique.
The pangs of envy at Julie and Jimmy’s openness felt so super-strong. Words were unnecessary. They both realised, somehow, sometime soon, they had to find their pathway out of the shadows.
To be continued.
