Then, we’re kissing. A true, post-confession style kiss. All cards bared, holding nothing back. And it’s a beautiful, messy, vulnerable, new, scary, excitingthing. Eliciting tiny shudders of anticipation up my spine and twinges in my hands as I reach for more of her to hold.
Her tongue slides against mine, and I hum into our kiss, opening for her. Clara matches the sound, her hand gripping my ass through my dress. I place two hands on either side of her neck, my fingertips scratching under her hairline. Eventually my right hand slips down her jacket’s lapel, tracing it loosely until I reach her breast. I pinch her nipple through the thin fabric of her blouse and pull my lips off hers to whisper, “are you wearing a bra?”
“Nope.” She pops thep,tracing kisses down my jaw to my throat, soliciting a gasp from me. “No panties either.” She breathes into my neck.Holy shit.
I swear my vision blurs. We’re in the dark, but still.
“Clara…” I whine like a spoiled child. Because each of the things Idesperatelywant to do weabsolutelycannot do here.
“Fuck me in this closet, Ev. Make me come. I’ll be so quiet, I promise. I’ll be so good for you.”
“Clara,” I beg once more, but I’m admitting defeat the moment I hear a zipper. My legs nearly buckle when she takes my wrist and drags my open hand down her front.
“Feel.” She turns my hand, curling it into the open front of her trousers, making me cup her pussy. “I can’t go out there like this,” she says in a small, sultry voice. “You and your damn words. Your sexy voice. I know for a fact that you’re wearing stockings tonight and not your usual tights. How could I resist knowing that?”
She’s soaked. Wet and warm and so damn tempting. I groan, pressing my head into the side of her neck.
She pulls me back straight with a tug of my hair to kiss me, and I’m officially a goner. Let it be known Itriednot to do this.
“Fuck it,”I whisper, gripping her like she’s the side of the last liferaft after a capsizing.
We’re kissing so ferociously I wouldn’t be surprised if one of us bleeds. Tongues and teeth and sucking and desperation. I push her against the shelving unit behind her with a thud and a clatter, a few items falling around us.
“Oh my god!” she exclaims, gyrating against my hand, searching for me to finish what she started.
There’s no stopping this now, but wedohave to be quiet. I reach into her hair, remove her scrunchie, and hold it in my fist balled up against her cheek. “Open your mouth.” I push the scrunchie between her teeth then rub her jaw with my thumb. “Good girl. Bite down.”
She mumbles her agreement around the fabric, bright white teeth bared but barely visible in the dark.
With the sound being taken care of, I push two fingers into her. She was already so wet for me, I knew she could take it. “Keep quiet.”
Clara’s hands claw onto my shoulders for purchase as I fuck her with my fingers, deep and slow. Her whimpers come out steady and muffled, growing with every push and pull. I feel her tightening around me, her body trying to keep the pleasure from straying too far.
“There it is, Clara,” I say softly, inhaling her floral shampoo. “There you go… That’s it, Teens. Come for me,” I whisper, flicking my wrist until she’s grabbing onto me for dear life, her legs near giving away. I shush her, feeling her tremble against me. She moans her release out in a long, muzzled sequence that leaves her head hanging between us and eyes squeezed shut.
When she eventually stands—finding her balance like Bambi on ice—I help her tie her hair back into a low ponytail and kiss her as she fixes her trousers.
Then, unsure of what to do, I use one of Natalie and Lisa’s spare towels from the shelf to wipe my hand clean. It felt good, I’ll admit it. A little final act of vengeance. Butonlybecause I’m ready to move on now. Ready toneverlook back.
Chapter Nineteen
Clara
December 23rd
The thirteen days between the dreaded holiday party that ended with abangand abong(no really, teachers smoke weed at these things—I haven’t seen that many bong hits since college) went by in a dazzling, loved-up haze.
I’m getting used to waking up with Evan’s alarms. I even got up with her one morning. Was it so she could make me coffee before I got back into bed? Yes. Did I also get kisses with it? Yes, I did.
I’m really enjoying being spoiled by her. Almost as much as I enjoy spoiling her back.
I’m also a big fan of staying at her apartment. It’s less chaotic than mine. Though Jen and Leah are great, I doubt they miss my shower singing or kitchen experiments gone wrong all that much.
Also, Bagel has warmed to me. Well, sort of. He’s tolerating me to the point where he lets me pour his food into the bowl without flipping it in an act of defiance. I warned my mother about him on our phone call last week, but I doubt she was fully paying attention considering how the conversation started.
Darling, hi! Just six days now. I’ve gotten all the decorations out of the attic. Don’t worry, I left them for us to open together. Of course your father and I insist we stick to our yearly tradition of cutting down a tree at Ralph’s. Also, I forgot to mention that your father and the Carmichaels aren’t feuding anymore, so we can go to the ice rink behind the school on Christmas if you’d like? I know you used to love—
Mom, I’m gay.
