A high school lesbian struggles in the game of seduction.
“Well, maybe we should practice?”
Claire wrinkled her nose a bit as she laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Of course! You're 16 Claire. Any guy is going to expect you to know how to french kiss. You don't want to embarrass yourself tomorrow night.”
“I guess,” Claire said, yet unconvinced, “but it isn't my fault I've been going to an all girls school for 8 years. He knows my situation. He knows I just moved to town last week. He won't hold it against me.”
“Trust me Claire, boys don't know shit.”
“Such language, Eva!” Claire grinned. “Does your mother let you talk like that?”
“No,” Eva replied, a wry smile breaking on her lips, “but that's never stopped me before.”
“You're such a bad influence! I'll let it slide since you've been so nice to me this week even though we just met.”
“I can't be the first girl you've heard talk like that, can I? You were a Catholic school girl for crissakes. I thought you were all bad girls at heart.”
“Well I'm not. Or at least I wasn't.” Claire looked away but quickly turned back to her new friend. “I don't really know what I want to be right now other than kissing Matt.”
“Well,” Eva said, ominously scooting her small frame closer to Claire, “that's what I'm here to help you with!” Eva reached out to cup the side of her friend's shoulder, but Claire interrupted with a hand.
“This is so weird Eva. I'm not a lesbian.”
“So what? We're just friends, and I'm just giving you some friendly advice.” In one eager movement, Eva slipped up her bed and positioned herself beside Claire. She flopped her palms onto Claire's shoulders and turned them to face herself. At first eye contact, Claire broke down giggling.
“This is so silly, but you know what you are talking about, right?” Eva smiled but remained reticent. “Right?! How many guys have you kissed?”
“Oh...” Eva trailed off, her eyes drifting toward the ceiling, “six or seven. Trust me, Claire; the first kiss is the most important, and you don't get a second chance at it.”
Claire cocked her head and teased, “well in that case maybe I shouldn't waste my first kiss on you.”
Eva recoiled in mock shock and replied in her best received pronunciation, “Despite your grievous insult, it is still my duty to help.”
Eva brushed a strand of light-blonde from her own face and draped her arms around Claire's neck, drawing her close. Claire couldn't help but giggle at first, but she finally settled into position with eyes sealed. They moved closer and closer until Eva, her eyes now fastened as well, could feel the heat between their faces. She could feel the soft hairs on their lips brushing. She could feel—
“Ow!” Claire yelped as their noses gracelessly collided. “I thought you said you'd done this before.”
“I have,” Eva retorted, clearly embarrassed. “You, on the other hand, obviously need some practice”
Once again Eva pulled Claire in, this time keeping her eyes well open. With an apt tilt of her head, contact was made. The first touch of their lips sent a noticeable shiver down Eva's spine. She instinctively pressed harder, squeezing her eyes closed. All she could feel was this drive, this need to be closer. She wanted to press their faces so hard that they might collapse into each other, the two becoming one, and the kiss never ending.
She recovered her senses just in time to remember her mission. Her tongue forcefully tested the boundary of their kiss. Claire was hesitant at first, but more earnest pounding from Eva and the resistance was overcome. Eva sought Claire's tongue with her own and encoiled it. As their bodies bound, Eva's feelings were ineffable. She felt consummate contentment. She knew perfect love. She saw images of Claire, her naked body, the two of them on a boat, married and sailing the ocean. Time stopped. Forever was now, and that inimitable moment was everything Eva could have dreamed of and more. When Claire finally pulled away a breathless Eva turned her hungry eyes up to Claire—
—only to see Claire doubling over in laughter. The blood drained from Eva's face. Her joy turned to depression; to anger; and finally, disgust.
“Oh wow Evaq that was ridiculous,” Claire choked out between gasps for air. “That was seriously nothing close to what I expected from my first kiss.”
Eva, barely able to muster a response through her embarrassment, muttered grimly, “And what did you expect?”
“Well I didn't expect you, for starters.” Claire stood up “I was definitely expecting more hot and less hilarious. But I'm actually happy we did that. I'll be a lot less nervous tomorrow. Thanks”
Through the whole exchange Eva had been fighting tears, and fighting the urge to hit Claire and throw her out the bay windows. However, Claire's final compliment assuaged that fury, and Eva saw an opportunity to salvage whatever gratification she could from this encounter.
“So what are you going to wear, Claire?” Eva asked.
“I hadn't even thought about it!” Claire responded, panic slipping across her face. “My parents haven't even sent down most of my clothes. I just have the 3 outfits I brought with me on the plane.”
“Good God woman! You traveled across the country with only 2 changes of clothes?”
“I don't know. That's what I'm used to. I've worn a school uniform 6 days a week for the past 8 years. Maybe I can borrow something from my cousin Becky.”
“You'd be better off wearing your uniform”, Eva paused for a moment, pondering a wholly inaccurate fantasy of Claire in a Catholic school uniform. “Becky dresses like it's 1994. I've seen less denim on K-Mart couches. Trust me, you do not want to borrow anything from her.”
“Well, what do you suggest, Mrs. fashion guru?” Claire replied sarcastically.
A wide smile appeared on Eva's face as she stood up and walked to her closet. “Step into my office.”
Eva swept open the double doors to her closet and flipped on the light. At once the girls were assaulted by a sea of colors and sparkles. The room was cavernous, or it would have been were it not filled to the brim with clothes. Three decks of low shelves housed myriad shoes. Scarves, hats, and bangles hung on platforms dangling from the vaulted ceiling. At eye level there were half a dozen racks for outfits, a single rack for jeans alone.
“Wow,” Claire gasped, taking a moment to come to grips. “I don't think I've seen this much clothing in my life. I mean, like, all the clothes I've ever seen combined.”
“It's a hell of a collection,” Eva boasted. “I bought a lot of it, but I got most of this stuff modeling for Forever 21 last year,” she turned to Claire beaming, “and now my bounty is your bounty.”
“Are you serious? That is amazing! But I'm at least five inches taller than you. I don't know how much of this is going to fit”
Eva was undaunted. “You're just as skinny as I am. You won't be putting on any of my pants but I have of shorts.”
“I hope you don't plan on putting me in those,” she said gesturing to Eva's denim cutoff shorts. “I may have left the boarding school, but I don't think I'm ready to show my butt cheeks to the world.”
“My butt cheeks are well concealed thank you very much,” Eva pouted. “But if you insist on remaining a puritan I have some mid length skirts that should suit you.” She grabbed a black skirt and matching print top.
Claire wrinkled her nose again. “This is almost as short as what you're wearing. I don't want Matt to think I'm a whore—no offense.”
Eva rolled her eyes. “Claire this is what girls wear in the first world. You'll have to get used to it. Just throw it on. It will look great on you.”
After a moment's trepidation, Claire cracked a nervous smile and hopped in front of the full length mirror that was set on the back of the now open closet doors. Eva strategically positioned herself slightly askew of the mirror so Claire would not catch her starring. Before Eva could even take her seat at the edge of the bed, Claire was already out of her shoes and dropping her khaki pants. Eva supposed a lifetime in girls' dorms had rid Claire of any modesty, in private at least.
Eva savored the moment. Claire was divine, a petite 5'7” girl with an elegant flare to her hips. Eva watched the khakis slip down Claire's porcelain calves, her flawless pale skin sharply contrasted by a head of straight sable hair. Claire stepped out of one leg, gently arching her back and Eva's already rapid heart-rate lurched ahead another beat.
Suddenly, Claire spun around and playfully kicked her pants at Eva. Eva was so startled that she was unable to return Claire's friendly laugh until Claire had already returned to undressing. Even through her thick cotton panties Eva could see the definition of Claire's ass, beautiful and firm. Eva watched the cheeks tense and lift as Claire stretched high overhead to remove her shirt, exposing her long arms and back. Eva crossed her legs, subconsciously squeezing her thighs together to stoke the warmth building under her cutoffs. However distracted she was, she couldn't help but notice that—
“Oh my God Claire! You're not wearing a bra?”
Claire turned casually toward Eva. The sight of Claire's uncovered breasts sucked the wind out of her. They were small, yes, but they were definitely there, and they were definitely gorgeous. The flawless orbs were nubile enough that they showed no slope at all. The round fruits framed the most succulent ever-so-slightly puffy nipples. Eva's tongue drifted between her lips.
“Well, I don't really need one unless I'm running. I only have sports bras.”
Eva shook herself back into reality and managed to respond. “Well none of my bras would fit you so that will have to do. It's a shame we can't put you in anything with bare shoulders. Your back is gorgeous.”
“Thanks!” Claire said looking slightly embarrassed at the compliment. She quickly turned back to the mirror and slid the black skirt up her hips.
“That fits you perfectly,” Eva commented, “or at least it will once you put on some real underwear.”
Claire pivoted with a scowl just in time for a pair of black panties to hit her in the face.
“Is that really necessary? Wearing your underwear seems ... weird.”
“You've already had my tongue in your mouth,” Eva said with a smile. “Besides, your granny panties are punching up under the waist line. You look like you're wearing a diaper.”
Claire sighed, resigned to taking Eva's advice. As she turned back to the mirror Eva, edged forward in her seat at the foot of the bed. Her eyes widened. She was salivating at the prospect of seeing Claire's uncovered ass. She pressed her two fists into her groin, kneading her now burning vulva. The wetness began to soak through the material, forming a visible stain on the crotch of her shorts.
Claire slid her panties to the floor in a single motion. The sight of her fit, 16 year old ass sent a spasm through Eva and produced from her an audible gasp. Claire responded to the noise and swiveled to face her. Eva frantically crossed her legs and slapped her now soaking hands onto the bedspread, trying to muster a nonchalant smile through her sexual flush. As her lust-blurred vision cleared, however, Eva found herself starring straight at Claire's uncovered womanhood. The sight of this glorious flower left Eva choking on her own breath. Her face was one of near horror as frantic desire overwhelmed her senses. She felt her own vagina stretching out from her pelvis, reaching across the room to the angel in front of her. Panic replaced desire.
“Eva, are you alright? You look—“
“Bathroom!” Eva spouted, already sprinting out the door and around the corner to the bathroom and slamming the door behind her. She ripped her belt off, snapping the prong in her haste. She sprung out of her shorts and thong in one lunatic flourish and slammed her naked bottom onto the closed toilet. Eva furiously jabbed her two fingers into her sopping vagina. Her mind centered the image of Claire's perfect vagina.
“Hmmmmmm,” she hummed, trying to maintain the pace. “Hmmmmmmmm mmmmm.”
Her breaths grew shorter and louder. She craved something more substantial to get off. The lust-frenzied Eva sprang up to search for a tool. She maniacally squeezed her breasts, pinching and stretching the flesh as she hurriedly scanned the room. Eva snatched a wooden hairbrush and thrust her ripe backside back on the seat. She jackhammered the brush handle into herself, and its lopsided width filled her imperfectly as she approached orgasm. The wood scraped and tore her pussy lips with every thrust but her maddening pace could not be slowed. Suddenly, the world blurred before her. An intense energy filled her gut. There was no sensation. The sweetness and heat of her pussy consumed the world around her.
She exploded, letting out a sharp scream. Her body shook as each contraction sent her sliding further off the seat and onto the floor. She lay there struggling for air, her orgasm continuing unabated. There was a knock at the bathroom door. There were some words, but Eva couldn't understand them over the pounding of her own eardrums. As the sound and color came back to her world, she made out Claire's worried voice.
“Are you alright in there? Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, I'm just not feeling very good. You can take those clothes. I'll see you—” Eva paused to suck in a much needed breath. “—on Monday.”
“Are you sure you don't need help? You sound really weak.”
“No no no. I just need a little rest is all. Have fun on your date, Claire.”
Claire thanked Eva and showed her self out as Eva lay motionless on the cold tile floor. Her ecstasy from such a climax was soon replaced by embarrassment and frustration.
I can't believe you thought she would go for you, she thought. At least Eva had been able to coax a kiss out of Claire. She hadn't managed the feat in any previous seduction attempt. Claire was just like the other girls Eva had brought over: hopelessly obsessed with boys. The thought of Claire making out with some Junior lacrosse douche bag made her wince.
“Six or seven guys... yeah fucking right,” Eva said aloud as she brought herself to her feet. “I kissed one guy, and that was enough.”
Eva's first and only kiss had been memorable in the worst way. Crammed into a dark closet with a strange guy thanks to an inane middle school party game, she played along along and kissed the oaf. She tried to gut through the ordeal, but at the touch of their tongues, the game was over. Eva vomited down his throat and onto his shirt. He bolted out of the closet while Eva stumbled into the back yard where she stayed, alone, for the remainder of the night, downing wine coolers and trying to get the taste of his spit out of her mouth. From then on, every time a boy even looked at her, she tasted male skin and puke.
And look they did. Eva returned to her bedroom and appraised her self in front of the same mirror that Claire's faultless visage had filled just minutes before. Eva slipped her tank top off. The soft skin of the full breasts rippled slightly as her arms fell to her side. Waves of her youthful blonde hair draped delicately over her bra. Only 16, her lightly tanned 5'2” frame already had attention grabbing curves. Each trip to the mall was inevitably marred by the disgusting cat calls and intentionally too loud whispers from the male shoppers about her ass. It was almost loathsome enough to make her dress down. However, she couldn't risk missing a chance to impress any woman who might look her way.
Eva plopped on her bed, still naked from the waist down. It was Friday night. Her mother was at church, she was alone, but the only thing she wanted now was to sleep and pretend like the day had never happened. Her pussy was still in pain from the abrasive pounding she'd given herself. She probably wouldn't walk straight all weekend.
She slipped off to sleep, pondering her frustrations. Fuck me. If can't get a girl, I at least deserve a decent dildo.