Grasping

A/N: I apologize that this took so long and that this story is my first experiment with writing sex scenes. Hope this works.

Chapter Five

Rennie was repelled by the thought of doing anything in the dungeon like underground of her school. The barbed wire fencing off each respective club and organization’s extra junk did not help to differentiate this area from the nasty looking basements in cheaply made BDSM videos. Not that Rennie had ever seen such a thing.

An uncomfortable chill erupted through Rennie’s body, and she wanted to leave. She hated cold, creepy places like this and she hated the idea of being left alone with Melina, though her hormones begged to differ.
Without warning, Melina took Rennie’s hand and tugged her toward the wall as if she were a small child needing to be kept away from the fish tank at the doctor’s office. Rennie was growing tired of being treated like less of a person than Hannah, Melina, or anyone else in her life, but felt quite unwelcome rushes of excitement flow through her body nonetheless.

Once Rennie was securely trapped against the hard cement wall, Melina’s dark lips started to fondle the younger girl’s eagerly. It took everything in Rennie not to jump on the older girl and rip her apart, satisfying every ounce of pent up lust and anger she felt for the girl. But almost unfortunately, Rennie’s good nature got the best of her.

“Please, Melina,” she whispered. “I can’t miss European History,” she said. “I have a quiz today and I’m already doing badly.”

Melina’s dark eyes remained unsympathetic as she fumbled through her purse searching for her cell phone. “Hmm, that’s interesting,” Melina said, smiling viciously. “I could have sworn I deleted Hannah’s number from my phone a long time ago. It really has been a while since I called her; perhaps we ought to catch up. You don’t suppose she keeps her phone on during class, do you?”

Just to traumatize the younger girl, Melina started to dial. “Stop,” Rennie pleaded. “Don’t do this.”

“I didn’t think you’d make me do it, darling,” Melina said sweetly, running her fingers casually through Rennie’s thick hair. “But I don’t appreciate you telling me what to do.”

“Melina, seriously,” Rennie hissed. “I’m sorry, just…I…”

Melina took a seat on the presumably dirty floor, pulling the younger girl down with her. “You know, Rennie, it really is awfully selfish of you to let me please you and not return the favor. I suppose given the circumstances you might consider it.”

Rennie felt nauseous. Melina’s logic was sound, but that didn’t make Rennie any more eager to do her any service. While Rennie deliberated, Melina pulled her cell phone back out and began dialing Hannah’s number, and pressed the button to put the phone on speaker. Rennie tried to calm herself. There was no way Hannah would pick up if she knew the call was from Melina. Even if she did, would Hannah believe Melina’s word over Rennie’s? Rennie did not like the idea of taking the chance.

“Hello,” Hannah’s voice said into the receiver.

Don’t give in, Rennie told herself. Don’t give in.

“Hello,” Melina said softly.

“What do you want, Melina?” Hannah demanded. “Unless you're calling to tell me that you're moving to Haiti I'm not interested.”

“Oh, no,” Melina said, retaining composure. “Nothing like that. I just think there’s something you’d like to know about a certain friend of yours.”

Fear overtook Rennie and in a split second she had the traitorous girl pinned to the floor and was lavishing her with kisses. After cursing at Melina for wasting her time, Hannah hung up her phone and Rennie was saved. But not completely.

“What do you want me to do?” Rennie asked, too humiliated beyond words.

Melina shrugged lazily. “I don’t know. Just…make it interesting.”

Poor Rennie had no idea what “interesting” looked like. For her, the idea of sex was risky in and of itself. “Could you be a bit more specific?” Rennie asked.

Melina finally voiced her request to a startled Rennie. The sophomore girl had never done anything close to what was being asked of her, and wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to try. How many times had she criticized girls who got on their knees for any guy who asked? How would this make her any different? Awkwardly, Rennie lifted Melina’s skirt and blushed uncontrollably at having to completely free Melina from her undergarments. She tested the waters with a few gentle licks directed at the older girl’s clit and felt her stomach churn. Rennie wasn’t entirely repulsed by female bodily fluids, but they were Melina’s and therefore disgusting.

Melina placed a hand on the back of Rennie’s head to guide her and Rennie swallowed hard before licking harder, struggling to match Melina’s rhythm. She didn’t want to think of what Melina would do if Rennie failed to please.

Rennie tried wrapping her lips around Rennie’s clit and moving her tongue back and forth until it barely slid into Melina’s entrance and earned a moan that indicated she wasn’t completely failing. Rennie secretly wished Melina were male so she’d have something more solid to bite off.

It felt as if hours were passing and Melina was no closer to being finished with Rennie. Feeling desperate, Rennie slid two fingers inside Melina and continued tonguing her clitoris, increasing both rhythms in urgent hope to get the task over with. When Melina finally came, Rennie was not ready to have her face covered in body fluids, and pulled away at a rather inconvenient time, reaching for the stash of Kleenex in her purse.

Despite her efforts at wiping it up, Rennie still felt as if she was covered in Melina’s wetness. Saying nothing more, the older girl put replaced undergarments back in place and was on her way.

Fortunately for Rennie, a girl’s washroom was not far away. It was the middle of class, so by some miracle she managed to clean her face without being noticed. Even after the residue was gone and she sprayed a bit of body spray to hide the smell, Rennie had never felt dirtier. Cheaper. What had happened to her resolve not to put out for anything short of love? And what if what Hannah had said was right and Melina was truly swarming with STDs. What then? Who would take Rennie to a clinic without any information regarding her reasons for believing she might be infected?

Looking at her watch, Rennie realized that she had missed first block and was barely late for third. She mentally kicked herself for not putting up more of a fight when her mother had refused to sign her up for driver’s ed. Had she any means of escape, Rennie would have taken her misery to the nurse’s office and gone home. But it seemed that skipping, for the first time in her life, was the best she could do for now.

Rennie walked into an empty bathroom stall and tried to distract herself reading every word of petty gossip that crowded the ugly yellow wall. Once the stinging of her eyes led way to tears, there was no stopping them.