Eden

All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.

F/F, lemon, PWP

Eden

I was a bit surprised Ieva was still in the locker room by the time I finished my shower. My last class was physical education, and I had planned it out that way. Took me three years to figure out I hated being in class with wet hair. Besides that, I was able to stay late if I wanted, and use the punching bag.

I was just finishing dialing the code to my lock when I heard a faint groan come from Ieva, “You doing okay?” I asked.

She nodded, but I could see her face blanch. “No. I really hate running this time of the month. My boobs are just so sore, and although the sports bras are fine most the time,” she grimaced again, “All that frigging bouncing with all the extra water in my system,” she hissed, “Seriously, I don’t know how cheerleaders do it.”

I really hated seeing anyone else in unnecessary pain. One of the reasons I never hung with the popular crowds, even though I knew if I wanted, I could. They always seemed to get a cheep thrill off of causing emotional distress to anyone they deemed lesser than them. “I have some Midol,” I offered as I opened my locker.

Ieva shook her head, “This is how my body behaves just before my period, and besides, I’m allergic.”

‘That has to suck’, I thought to myself, “How about if you just rub your nipples?” I asked. Yet another reason I didn’t hang around people at school. I tend to say the first thing that comes to mind: a sure recipe for ridicule. I suddenly found myself the focus of Ieva’s very flustered look. “Really, when I mine feel that way, I either find a cool surface to press them against, or I just run my thumbs over them, gently,” I added the caution.

“I-I couldn’t!” she suddenly found her voice from where ever I had shocked it to.

I sighed, looping the silver chain holding my crystal over my head and pulling my wet hair from under it. It wasn’t until then I noticed the tiny gold cross hanging from a chain around her neck. It reminded me why I hardly ever took an active interest in Ieva before. I didn’t want to be preached at. “Look, it’s not dirty, touching yourself to make yourself feel good. Just try it,” I said as I ducked my head back into my locker to reach for my clothes bag.

I grimaced at a tiny gasp I heard come from Ieva. Again I was reminded why I rarely bothered giving advice. No one seemed to…oh. Now it was my turn to be flustered. Apparently Ieva had only needed my little bit of confident encouragement to take my advice, “You’re right. It does feel better,” she groaned in disappointment and cupped her breast after she had stopped touching her nipple, “But it doesn’t last.”

I felt my tongue grace my lips briefly, before I was addressing a virtual stranger, “I could make it last.” Oh my fucking goddess…had I just said that out loud?

The distressed look had returned to Ieva’s face as she glanced over at me, “Could you? Please?” She added quietly.

I didn’t think Ieva understood what she was asking of me, “Ieva, you know I am bi, don’t you?” Another reason to stay out of the locker room as long as possible.

Ieva nodded, “One of the reasons I hardly ever talk to you. Everyone knows.”

“What I was talking about…would involve my mouth,” I said quietly. After a couple of bad endeavors I never got involved with any students at my own school.

Ieva grimaced, “They always suck too hard,” then she blushed; apparently I wasn’t supposed to know she was sexually active. Which was just silly; we were both seniors, and neither of us saints.

“Guys have a difficult time understanding that,” I said quietly, “They think our tits are just there for their pleasure. I have a set of my own…I know what it’s like when they hurt.”

Ieva nodded, “Okay,” she said quietly, turning to face me.

I suddenly found myself in a very awkward position. I never fooled around with someone I hardly knew. But I had said I could help. I stepped closer to Ieva and gently bent my head down, and took the nipple of the breast she had been holding in my mouth. I applied the least amount of suction I could; gently pulling on it, and then lessening the pressure, only to increase it slightly again. I pulled back as Ieva moaned, afraid I had proven myself false, “Don’t stop,” she whispered, and I pressed my mouth gently on her again.

I pulled back again as I felt the urge to lick at the teat I held captured in my mouth. The sucking was helping; licking would be taking advantage. “Better?” I asked. I was totally unprepared for the lusted laden look turned on me as she opened her eyes.

“Yeah,” she breathed quietly, reaching up to touch my lips gently with her fingertips, “Wow.”

I pulled back from her touch. If she kept that up, I wasn’t going to be able to control myself, “I think it’s time for us to get going…”

“How did you know, Lillian?” she asked me randomly.

“Know?” I echoed back, confused.

“That you liked girls?” she said, standing a bit straighter.

I turned back to my locker, flustered to the point I couldn’t even begin to think about what I needed to do next in order to get off of the school grounds, “I don’t like girls,” I told her, “I like women. I like their curves, and the clothes they wear to show off their pretty bodies…”

“Oh,” Ieva said, “How old were you when you started noticing women’s curves?”

“Ieva!” I said in exasperation, turning to look at her, “I don’t know. Always?”

“The same way you like guys?”

I pulled my wet, brunette hair back into a ponytail holder, “Yeah. No…I mean, I like some guys, but it takes a certain type of guy to get my interest. Women are just beautiful…all the time.”

I sighed, looking at her. She still hadn’t pulled her towel back up, “What’s with all the questions?”

“I was just wondering…if I might be bi, too,” she said quietly, looking down, “I’ve never had anyone I could talk with about things like this,” that made me feel like shit, “Can I kiss you?” she asked, looking back up.

“What?” I asked quietly in shock.

“Can I kiss you? See if I like it?” she repeated, and then explained herself further. “I trust you. If I try this, and decided I don’t like it, I know you wouldn’t go spreading any rumors around the school,” she said, and blushed.

Well, at least that was honest, if selfish, “I-I guess,” I gave my very reluctant consent.

She stepped closer to me, reaching up to touch my lips again. “I-I’m not certain…”

“You want me to do it?” I asked, tilting my lips closer to her mouth.

“Yes,” she said quietly, nodding.

It was cute, the way she watched me the whole way as I finally pressed my lips gently against hers. I closed my eyes in pleasure as she pressed in harder, shivering as she licked her tongue across my lips. I opened my mouth immediately, wishing I had taken a toothbrush and paste to the shower with me earlier…but I’d really had no idea this was going to happen.

She was good…I found myself reaching for her body in forgetful passion, and stopped my hands mid-move.

Her delicate fingers were suddenly on my cheeks, and then brushing down my shoulders. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped involuntarily, and I pulled away, breathless, “Ieva…”

“I think I like it,” she said, trailing one pointer finger down my collarbone. I shivered, reaching up to stop her hand. She pressed it flat against my breastbone, before stepping to her tiptoes to reach my mouth with hers again.

This time I didn’t stop myself as indulgence suddenly filled my mind. If she was going to decide she liked this, then she was going to decide if she liked the real thing…not this silly ass experimentation shit.

I ran my hands up her sides, and then wrapped them around her back, pulling her against me, but not too tight. There was a reason this had all started to keep in mind.

She responded immediately after, wrapping her arms around my middle, her gentle fingers fanning out over my ass, and goosebumps rose in the places she had touched. The whole time our tongues were twisting and twirling against each other.

I pulled back, gently biting her generous bottom lip and pulling away, as I stroked my hands down the outside of her arms. I pressed my forehead against hers; breathing heavily despite the shape I was in, “Okay, I think you have your answer.”

She pouted slightly, “What are you afraid of?”

“Afraid?” there were many things I was…afraid wasn’t usually one of them.

She ran her nose under my chin as she answered, “There’s no one else here, Lillian. Why did you stop?”

“I didn’t want to go too far,” I answered, shivering has she ran her cheek against the inside of one of my breasts, pressing her lips against the other. I groaned in frustration; was she attempting to make me insane?

She was gripping my chin between her thumb and fore finger before I even knew she had reached up, “I don’t want you to stop,” looking directly at me as she dragged my gaze down to hers.

“Ieva…”

“Lillian,” one of her hands was guiding mine around the slit in the towel and towards her body, “I don’t want you to stop,” she repeated quietly. Her eyes closed as she pressed my fingers over her.

I groaned, and leaned down to kiss her again, pressing my fingers in lazy circles where she had placed them. “Show me what it’s like, please?” she requested, her lips tickling against mine.

I nodded, “Okay,” I said, pulling away from her. I shivered at the loss of warmth our bodies pressed together had been generating as the cool air in the locker room separated us. I held onto her hand and led her towards the closest wooden bench. I let her go, in order to unwrap the towel from around my body, and laid it over the bench, reaching out for hers. She hesitated a moment, before letting it fall away from the lower half of her body it had been covering. I took a moment to fully appreciate what she was letting me see as I folded her towel up into a little rectangle, and placed it on the bench as well. I patted the end of the bench with my hand, “Take a seat,” I requested.

She moved hesitantly forward, and then sat down. I walked towards the middle of the bench, “Go ahead, and lay back,” I encouraged quietly, moving the folded towel as she leaned back, making sure her head was cushioned by it.

I moved back towards the end of the bench, finally kneeling down before her. I ran my hands gently up her knees, before apply gentle pressure to them, in order to move them apart. There was slight resistance, before she understood what I was doing, and widened them herself. I leaned forward, and then tugged slightly on her hips, pulling her somewhat over the edge, before leaning in all the way, “If you feel uncomfortable, at any time, you tell me to stop,” I told her, peeking over her small belly. I waited until she nodded that she understood, before I placed my tongue against her moist folds.

She immediately tensed up, and I ran my hand over her tummy, “Relax…there’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” I encouraged. I waited until her legs fell open slightly more before I licked at her gently again. I heard her release a hiss, and her thighs pressed against my shoulders again, but then they fell back as she consciously thought about relaxing.

I kissed her gently, unfurling my tongue over the surface of her. I planned on making her ‘first’ experience a good one. Which meant watching her body language closely for signals, and right now, she was still too tense for me to go straight for her center. I blew air casually over her, and she giggled as she shivered, “That tickles,” she commented.

“Stop?” I asked, and she shook her head on the bench.

“No…feels good, just…different,” she explained.

I grinned, placing the surface of my tongue fully against her, and giving her a long lick before blowing my breath lightly over her again. This time she sighed in pleasure as she shivered.

I pressed the tip of my tongue a bit deeper before kissing her folds again. She moaned, and I peeked over her pelvis, seeing that she was covering her face lightly with her hands. I kissed at her again, moving my tongue lower. I paid very close attention to her next reaction as I nipped at her the tiniest bit, “Oooooh,” she said in pleasant shock. I smirked, ‘like that, do you?’ I thought to myself. I kissed the place I had nipped soothingly before moving on.

She hissed as the next kiss I placed on her was a bit more forceful, but she didn’t pull away or tense up, so I continued happily. It wouldn’t be much longer before I could seek her protected cache.

I wiggled the tip of my tongue gently between her inner and outer folds, before licking between her creases, gaining my first good taste of her. Ieva gasped and shuddered at this restrained intrusion. She had perfumed herself lightly, apparently before we had begun this adventure, and it covered her natural scent. I was delighted at what I’d uncovered.

Her hips finally started moving, and I hummed in approval. She was finally ready for more. I placed my mouth gently over her apex, and sucked, applying the flat of my tongue to her core. She bucked, and groaned, the sound muffled, as she still held her hands over her face. I moved my head side to side, not releasing the hold I had on her, and she rocked her pelvis towards my face. I closed my eyes, letting her motions direct my technique.

I didn’t press the tip of my tongue to her until she finally pulled her hands from her face, and gave her first free call of pleasure. I glanced up quickly, noting she had one arm folded over her eyes, before the other was at the top of my head, pulling on my hair. I smirked: like she needed to gain my attention?

I twirled the tip of my tongue around her center and she called out again. I brought one of my hands of from the floor, and rubbed two fingers around the outside of her entry, wetting them with her the evidence of her enjoyment, before pressing them into her. She shrieked, and I stilled, not knowing if it was in outrage or not. I smiled pressing them in further as she thrust against them.

I pulled them out, and then back in, as I started humming in as low a tone as I could manage. She groaned, and bucked, and I was afraid having her on the bench might have been a mistake, hoping she wouldn’t fall to one side or the other as she lost herself to my attentions.

I applied downward pressure to my fingertips as I back them out. Her vocal reactions were as delicious to my ears as her involuntary ones were to my tongue. I twisted my hand awkwardly, and pressed up the next time I pressed in, hoping to find her sweet bundle. She bucked so hard I almost bit my tongue, and I chuckled. ‘Yeah, that’s it baby,’ I gloated to myself as she settled back down.

I began licking and sucking her intently, as I pressed my fingers against that precious spot I had found inside her.

Her breathing had become ragged by the time I felt the tips of her nails digging into my scalp, and the hair pulling was almost unbearable, ‘Just a little more Ieva, you can do it,’ I encouraged mentally.

Her thighs were suddenly pressing against my shoulders as her body locked up. “OH GOD!” Her feet came away from the floor to press against my hips. I could feel her crinkly, slick walls close around my fingers as she shouted. The low, animalistic quality made me shiver as I stopped my licking, and began gently sucking instead.

I slowly removed my fingers from her when her feet dropped back to the floor. I removed my mouth from her once she finally let go of my hair, and I waited as she gained her breath, her ribs falling and rising, causing her breasts to lightly sway with the movement.

She finally took her other arm away from her eyes, running her fingers through her hair absently before opening her eyes to look down at me, “I…I don’t know what to say,” she whispered before letting her head fall back.

I grinned and patted her knee before getting up from my position on the floor. I groaned quietly as my weak knee protested. ‘More therapy exercises for you,’ I scolded it as I moved towards my locker. I was thinking about all the assignments that would be incomplete tomorrow, but totally worth it as my hand was grabbed as I started to pass by.

“Where are you going?” Ieva asked me.

Crap…what was I thinking, “I am sorry,” cuddle time…this wasn’t one of my ‘friends’, “Honey, you were great,” I smiled down at her.

She shook her head at me, “No, you were great. I didn’t do anything for you,” she said.

I smiled and patted her hand, “Ieva, you don’t have to worry about if I am going to hate you in the morning,” I lost my smile at a sudden, dismaying thought. I may not have been trying to form attachments, but what if it wasn’t the same for Ieva. Not everyone our age was able to separate sex, love and friendship. I kicked myself mentally.

I tugged on her arm to get her to sit up, and then sat on the bench next to her, “Look. I knew what I was getting myself into. Just because you like kissing me, and what I did to you, doesn’t mean you are necessarily ready for an equal exchange. I think it would be too fast for you to just dive into it right now. Why don’t you give it some time? If you still feel the same in a week, we’ll work something out, okay?”

She ducked her head down, blushing, and nodded, “It’s just that usually, with guys…”

“Yeah, I know. They think if they go down on you, you should return the ‘favor’,” I pressed my lips against her cheek, “It’s okay.”

“Thank you,” she said quietly and I thought she was ready to drop the subject. “Isn’t there anything you’d like me to do?”

“I’d like you to sort out your feelings and thoughts. That’s what I need you to do right now,” I told her with solemnity. Then I grinned deviously at her, “Seriously, don’t worry! I have plenty of vibrators to work out any kinks I may have gained today.”

“Lillian!” she gapped at me.

“What?” I asked as I stood, “I’m no angel.”

Ieva giggled, “Okay,” she finally gave in.

“You need a ride?” I asked. I lived a couple miles from the school, but on rainy days like this one had been, I brought my car instead of cycling.

“Yeah, I am pretty certain I’ve missed the busses and my friends,” she said quietly.

“Okay. Get dressed, I’ll take you home,” I said, digging through my clothes bag, and pulling on a pair of panties.


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