The alarm clock starting buzzing way too early in Addison’s opinion. Half opening one eye, she saw it was indeed time to get up. Groaning, she silenced the alarm. Bethany stirred beside her, moved against her. She was warm and soft and the feel of her body molded to hers reminded Addison about the night before.
“Morning,” Bethany said, sounding half asleep. She rested her head on Addison’s shoulder, threw a leg across her thighs.
“Good morning to you, too,” Addison said, grinning at her.
“Are you ready for your big day?”
“Big day,” Addison parroted, frowning.
“The rose,” Bethany said, laughing, “the secret admirer? The reason you were freaking out before I came over?”
Blushing, Addison said, “Oh, yeah. That.”
Her mind had been on what had happened last night, distracted by the warm body pressed against hers. The admirer had been put on the back burner by the fact that she had had sex for the first time, with her best friend no less. It gave her a lot to think about.
Bethany gave her a playful grin, said, “Last night was pretty amazing, wasn’t it?”
Smiling back, she said, “I don’t know what last night was, but it was pretty amazing.”
Laughing, Bethany said, “Last night was last night. It was fun and spontaneous and exciting. Crazy, sexy fun.”
“It was pretty crazy,” Addison agreed, giving her friend a squeeze, “but I’m glad it happened.”
Bethany smiled at her, said, “Me, too, but don’t get all mushy on me.”
“I won’t,” she said, laughing.
“Good,” she said, rolling off of her, “grab the first shower. And brush your teeth. Your breath is a little rough.”
“Hey,” Addison said, laughing, “yours isn’t exactly roses, either.”
She grinned, said, “Wake me up when it is my turn for the shower.”
Shaking her head, Addison went to her dresser, found some clean panties and a bra, grabbed her robe on the way out the door. The shower was wonderful, the hot water washing away the last cobwebs of sleep that clung to her.
As she stood under the spray, her mind finally wanted to turn to her admirer, the girl who had left the rose and the very heartfelt note for her. She wondered, not for the first time, who it could be. What kind of girl was interested in her? A goth chick with pale skin and too much eyeliner? A jock, sporty type? A nerdy, glasses wearing type? A preppy cheerleader type?
That last one made her smile, thinking her admirer might be Larissa.
Her luck, it might be the heavy set girl in her English class.
She wouldn’t know until the person decided to come forward. If she ever did.
Sighing, Addison cranked off the water, found her towel. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, paused in drying off. Straightening up, she looked at herself, wondered what her admirer saw when she looked at her. Not that she was unattractive. She had a lean body just beginning to shed her little girl straight lines, looked pretty good in jeans or a dress. She didn’t have the kind of beauty magazines would trip over themselves to put on their covers, but she thought she was cute. She had dimples when she smiled and big brown eyes, with just a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose.
She shook her head, finished drying off. She wasn’t much for self examination, didn’t put a lot of effort into her looks. Running a brush through her hair and brushing her teeth was about the extent of it.
Slipping into her undergarments and robe, she left the bathroom. Back in her room, she found her friend asleep on her stomach. They had eventually put their clothes back on last night, after Bethany had pointed out it probably wasn’t a good idea for them to get caught naked in bed together. She hadn’t bothered to pull the covers back over her when Addison had gotten up and now she took a moment to admire her laying there.
She liked the way the panties molded to her round backside, liked her long legs. Bethany was on her way to being a leggy, beautiful girl and Addison felt a twinge of desire for the girl. After last night, it was hard not to think about having those long legs wrapped around her.
Shaking off the thought, she shook the girl awake, said, “Go shower.”
“Okay,” the girl mumbled, pulled herself into a sitting position. Addison left her to wake up, went to her closet for something to wear. She looked at her rack of clothes, not seeing anything. She loved her clothes but nothing seemed appropriate for today.
“In my bag,” Bethany said, around a yawn.
Looking at her, Addison said, “What?”
“Wear the dress in my bag,” she said, stretching, “I brought it because I figured you’d need something cute to wear.”
“My clothes are cute,” she said, giving her a look.
“Didn’t say they weren’t. Just saw you staring dumbly at your closet, thought I might be able to help,” she said, grinning.
Sighing, Addison said, “It is a little scary how well you know me.”
“Ah, what are friends for,” she said, yawning.
Addison found the dress in her duffel bag, held it up. She recognized it, had seen Bethany wear it a few times. She couldn’t deny it was cute but she doubted it would look as good on her as it had on Bethany. It was like the dress had been designed with her body in mind.
Holding it up in front of her, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes went to her damp, flat hair and she thought it really didn’t work with the dress.
“I brought my mom’s curling iron,” Bethany said, appearing behind her. Her arms slipped around Addison’s waist and she rested her chin on her shoulder. Smiling at their reflection, she said, “Let me grab a shower then I’ll help you with your hair.”
“You really thought of everything, huh,” she said, laughing.
“I want you to knock the socks of this admirer of yours,” she said, pulling back. She gave Addison a playful swat on the backside, making her yelp. Laughing she headed for the bathroom and a shower.
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Everyone was staring at her and she stopped just inside the front doors of the school. Her face turned red and she thought it had happened, what she had feared might. Some spiteful girl had ousted her, made a fool of her in front of the whole school. She could see the girls smiling and nodding at her, more girls looking at her wide eyed.
She wanted to bolt from the school, but Bethany was standing in her way. The girl was grinning at her, shook her head.
“They aren’t staring because they know your secret. They are just trying to figure out who the hot chick is that kinda, sorta looks like Addison Melborne.”
Addison took a closer look, saw that her friend was right. A couple girls even smiled at her, gave her a nod of approval. Her cheeks colored for a whole other reason and she had to smile. She wasn’t used to garnering this much attention.
“Everyone is staring at me,” she said, out of the corner of her mouth.
“As they should. You look great.”
Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she said, “This is definitely new.”
“Ah, the potential has always been there. You just don’t do anything with it.”
“Hey,” Addison said, laughing. She wasn’t too upset, though; it was mostly the truth.
“I’m just saying,” Bethany said, winking at her, “Go, dazzle your admirer. I’ll see you at lunch.”
Her friend left her and she was alone with all the new attention the dress and change of hairstyle had inspired. Her cheeks were hot and she had to bite back a nervous giggle as she hurried to her locker. She could still feel them looking at her.
The girl with the locker beside her, glanced at her, then looked at her wide eyed. Grinning, she said, “Wow, look at you!”
“Just trying something new,” she said, cringing at the inane comment.
“You look great,” she said, closing her locker, “I love the hair.”
“Thanks.”
“See you in science class.”
“Bye,” Addison said, smiling at her.
Turning back to her locker, she couldn’t stop grinning. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t like the attention she was getting.
She put her backpack up, grabbed her first period books, then closed her locker. Even though her first class was the other way, she made a loop by the back display case. As she got close, she saw the rose was gone.
Had the message been received, she wondered, then sighed, or had the janitor seen it and thrown it away?
She wouldn’t know one way or the other unless her admirer made contact, again.
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The day was finally over, the bell signaling the end of last period ringing. She filed out of the classroom with the rest of the girls, headed for her locker. She stood in front of it, her heart racing as it had every time she’d opened her locker today. It was a little disappointing, not finding a note or another rose, had felt that let down nine times so far. Would this be number ten, the final let down before the weekend?
Taking a deep breath, she opened her locker slowly, peeked inside. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the rose sitting atop her books, the note tee peed across the stem. Even at the weird angle, she could see ‘Your Admirer’ written on the side.
Not expecting to see anyone, she still had to scan the hallway, anyway. No one was watching her.
She put up her books, grabbed her empty backpack. The homework gods had smiled on her and she didn’t need to take anything home over the weekend. She thought the rose might survive okay in her empty backpack, decided to risk it. She hastily put it in the main compartment, glancing around to see if anyone had seen her. It was the weekend and everyone was rushing to leave, so no one was paying her any attention.
The note went in the front pocket, then she shut her lock and ran for her bus. She wasn’t in any danger of missing it; she just wanted to tell Bethany about the note and the rose.
Bethany saw her coming down the aisle between the seats, started grinning when she saw the look on her face. She slid over and let Addison sit down.
“You got another note,” Bethany said and it wasn’t a question.
“Yeah,” Addison said, giggling excitedly, “and another rose.”
“Have you read it, yet?”
“No,” she said, digging it out of her backpack, “it just showed up.”
“Well, don’t mind me,” Bethany said, grinning at her, “Read you note.”
Unfolding the paper, she read what her admirer had written:
They say a rose would be a rose by any other name, but a rose can also be an opportunity. A chance. That is what you have given me by putting the rose on the display case. A chance. As always, yours. Your admirer.
“You finished reading, yet?”
“Yeah,” Addison said, frowning at the note.
“What’s with that face,” Bethany asked, looking at her.
“I don’t know. It’s just…I guess I hoped for more than this,” she said, reading the note, again.
“Still no name?”
“No nothing,” she said, sighing, “basically it is a confirmation that the admirer saw the rose.”
“That has to count for something, doesn’t it?”
“I just… I don’t know. The first note was so heartfelt and sweet. I guess, I wanted more of that.”
Bethany gave her an odd look, then grinned.
“What are you grinning about,” she asked.
“Nothing. I never figured you for the romantic type.”
“Shut up,” Addison said, laughing, “is it so wrong to want to be pined after?”
Laughing, Bethany said, “No. Nothing wrong with that.”
“She didn’t even mention how stunning I look today,” Addison said, feeling kind of foolish for saying stunning.
“I’m sure she noticed,” Bethany said, laughing.
“Even the girl who has the locker beside me said something and we barely acknowledge each other most days,” she grumbled.
“Maybe she is your admirer,” Bethany said, laughing when Addison gave her a dirty look, “well, she could be.”
“I doubt it,” Addison said.
“Well, even if your admirer didn’t appreciate the new look, everyone else did. You were the talk of the school.”
“I seriously doubt that,” Addison said, shaking her head.
“I’m serious,” Bethany said, meeting her eyes, “you look beautiful. I had random girls asking about you today, about the new hairstyle and the dress.”
“Really,” Addison asked, a little embarrassed. She wasn’t used to this kind of attention.
“Cross my heart. You look beautiful,” she said, grinning at her.
“Thanks,” she said, blushing.
Leaning close, her friend whispered, “And I’m not just saying that because we had sex.”
Laughing, Addison said, “Wow.”
“Speaking of which,” she said, winking at Addison, “are you still staying over this weekend?”
“You think because it happened once, it’s going to happen, again?”
Bethany gave her a playful smile and said, “Isn’t it?”
Her heart rate kicked up a bit when she saw that smile. She swallowed hard and said, “I think it just might.”
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Addison loved Bethany’s bedroom, which took up the majority of the basement. Only a small laundry nook and a storage closet shared the space. She had room for a couch and love seat facing her TV, a desk for studying and off course a bed, dresser, and walk in closet. All of that and she still had room to roam around.
Then there was the attached bathroom, with her own shower. Even more than the large space, Addison coveted her friend’s bathroom.
“You are eyeballing my bathroom, again,” Bethany said, flopping on her bed.
“You are so lucky,” Addison said, sitting down beside her, “I wish I had a room like this.”
Laughing, she said, “You say that every time you come over. Well, since Adam left for college and this became my room.”
“You should get used to it,” Addison said, laughing, “I’m probably going to say it some more.”
“If you are done pining over my bedroom, maybe we can find something to do,” Bethany said, shaking her head.
“Like what,” Addison asked.
Grinning at her, her friend said, “I know what I’d like to do, but we should probably wait until my parents go to sleep.”
Laughing, she said, “Wow.”
“What? It was fun,” she said, flashing her eyes at Addison, “I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
“Really?”
“Haven’t you,” Bethany asked, grinning at her.
“It’s crossed my mind a few times,” she admitted, blushing.
“Good,” she said, getting up and going to her desk, “what was that website you found?”
“Website,” she parroted, going to her friends side. She saw the grin on Bethany’s face, felt her pulse quicken as she realized what she was looking for. Giggling, she said, “Why do you want that site?”
“What did you call it,” Bethany said, winking at her, “research?”
“Hey, I found it by accident,” Addison said, blushing.
“And yet your curiosity got the better of you,” her friend said, laughing. She booted up her computer, turned back to Addison, “What’s the address?”
“I don’t know it by heart,” she said, laughing.
“Can you find it, again?”
Shaking her head, she said, “Yeah, probably.”
Bethany moved aside and pointed at the keyboard. Still shaking her head, Addison found the site through a series of links. Her cheeks were on fire when she saw Bethany looking at her wide eyed. The girl grinned and looked from the screen, back to her.
“When you said you found a site about lesbian sex,” Bethany said, laughing at her embarrassment, “I thought you meant like a magazine article site or a educational page. This is, what…Porn?”
“There are couple how-to guides for couples,” Addison said, blushing even brighter.
“Did you watch those or this one called Dildo Hunnies,” Bethany laughed.
“Shut up,” Addison said, laughing at her own expense.
Bethany scrolled down, found the how-to videos Addison had been mentioned. Clicking on the first one she read the title out loud, “Cunnilingus? What in the world is that?”
She recognized the title, started laughing. It was one of the videos she had watched. She had been glued to the screen, her eyes wide with shock. She couldn’t believe women actually did that kind of thing to each other. She thought about warning her friend about the very graphic video but decided to let her be surprised as Addison had been
A pretty twenty-something woman appeared on the screen, smiling at the camera. She wore white panties and simple white t-shirt. Addison thought now, as she had the first time she had seen this video, that the girl had a great figure, all long legs and perky breasts.
The host of the video said, “Hey, ladies. Welcome to Cunnilingus 101. First off, what is cunnilingus you ask? It is the act of oral sex on a female. I’m sure you all have heard it called many other things, but for this video… We’ll stick with cunnilingus.”
Pausing the video, Bethany looked at her, asked, “Is she talking about what I think she is talking about?”
Laughing, Addison said, “Just watch the video.”
“You’ve already seen it?”
“Yeah,” she said, blushing.
Bethany gave her a look, then shrugged and started the video, again. It was about twenty minutes long and didn’t take long to get into it. Addison’s attention was torn between the screen and her friend’s reaction to it. She had to smile at the wide eyed, slack jawed look of shock on her face. It was pretty much the same face she had made watching the video.
The leggy host had shed her panties and t-shirt and had joined another leggy brunette on a bedroom set. She was lying on her stomach between the other woman’s thighs, explaining to the camera what she was doing. The camera man wasn’t afraid of really getting in there, giving the two twelve year old’s a bird’s eye view of the action. They could see more than they were ready to see.
“Wow,” Bethany said, laughing.
“Pretty much,” Addison agreed.
The host was done talking, her mouth finding the other woman’s sex. Addison’s breath caught in her throat as her tongue teased the clit, made the woman moan thickly. She listened to the woman on her back’s breathing change, saw her hips begin to wriggle as the host teased her bud. She saw the woman clutching at the sheets, her back arching. It was kind of exciting, very intimate and apparently felt pretty damn good.
She had crinkled her nose and giggled the whole time the first time she had watched the video. She was a little surprised that it had a different effect on her now. It was still a little weird, but also kind of exciting. Her face flushed and her heart raced in her breast. A faint heat blossomed in her lower abdomen and she realized she was getting turned on by the two women on the screen.
“Do you think you ever do this,” Bethany said, tearing her eyes away from the screen to look at Addison. Something on her face must have given her away, because her friend grinned, asked, “Really?”
“I don’t know… Maybe,” Addison said, looking back at the screen, “the first time I watched it, I was like you. It is still kind of weird, but…”
“Huh,” Bethany said, glancing back at the screen. A playful smile crept onto her face, just tugging at the corners of her mouth. When she looked at Addison, the mischief in her eyes made it hard to breath. Then her words floored Addison, “I guess we could try it tonight.”
“That,” Addison asked, nodding at the screen.
The grin getting brighter, Bethany said, “Isn’t that why we are looking at this site? To find something new to try?”
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Sitting on Bethany’s bed, she tried not to fidget but she couldn’t keep her hands still. Any second now, her friend was going to come down those stairs and say her parents had gone to bed. She had already been gone several minutes, so it was literally any second and Addison was so nervous and excited she thought she might need to pee.
All the things they had seen on Bethany’s computer screen, all the things Bethany said she wanted to try, were running through her head. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves, then another when the first didn’t do the job.
“Just relax, Addison,” she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. She shook her head when she saw she had wound the draw string of her sleep shorts around her finger so tight it was turning purple. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it.
The door opened at the top of the stairs and her breath caught in her throat. Bethany came down the stairs, grinned when she saw Addison looking at her. She nodded, started giggling about half way down the stairs.
“They are out,” she said, flopping on the bed beside Addison, “I didn’t think they were ever going to go to bed.”
“Parents are so inconsiderate,” Addison managed to say, making Bethany laugh.
“So true,” she said, flashing her eyes up at her, “I could have had you naked hours ago.”
Oh God, Addison thought, her heart racing.
Bethany must have seen something in her eyes because she frowned, “You still want to, right?”
“Yeah,” she said, leaning in for a quick kiss, “I’m just a little nervous.”
Smiling, Bethany sat up and took her hands, looked into her eyes as she said, “I thought I was the only one. My hands are shaking so bad.”
“Really,” Addison asked, surprised.
Laughing, Bethany let go of one of her hands to show how bad hers were shaking, “I’m nervous but excited, too.”
For some reason, Bethany’s anxiety quieted her own, made her feel better about the night ahead of them. Maybe the same was true of her friend, because her hand stopped shaking. They grinned at each other.
“Panties off on three,” Addison asked, grinning.
“Um,” Bethany said, blushing, “can we try something else?”
“Like what?”
Hesitantly, she reached out and took hold of the bottom of Addison’s t-shirt. Sensing her intentions, Addison raised her hands over her head, let her friend remove her shirt. Ready for bed, she wasn’t wearing a bra and Bethany smiled as her small breasts spilled into view. She felt a flush of excitement at that smile, couldn’t hold in a nervous giggle.
She took her lead from her friend, helped her out of her tank top. Bethany got to her knees, encouraged her to keep going. She hooked her fingers in the shorts she wore, raked them down her long legs, then off when the girl sat back down. In just panties, Bethany grinned at her and Addison drank her in. She looked even more beautiful than usual, incredibly sexy.
Bethany’s fingers found her waistband and she lifted her backside off the bed so she could remove her shorts. Her heart was racing in her chest as her friend looked her up and down. Again, she saw the interest in her eyes and it made her breath catch in her throat.
Maybe I’m not the only lesbian in the room, after all, she thought, wondering if it could be true.
Was Bethany attracted to other girls or was it only her? For some reason, the second option made her smile, filled her head with romantic notions that surprised her. Did she feel that way about Bethany? Sure, she loved her as a friend but was there something more to it than that?
She was distracted from her thoughts when Bethany kissed her, an insistent kiss that drew Addison in. Her eyes closed and her toes curled at the passion behind it and she responded in turn. Like before the space between them seemed to just disappear and Addison was surprised by the feel of Bethany’s body pressed to hers.
Pulling back a little, Bethany looked down at them and laughed, “This always seems to happen when we kiss.”
“You noticed it, too,” Addison said, grinning at her.
“Not that I’m complaining,” her friend said, kissing her, again. Her fingers knotted in Addison’s hair, held her to the kiss until they were both out of breath and had to come up for air. The only way they could be closer is if they were Siamese twins.
“Wow,” Bethany said, laughing.
“Yeah,” Addison husked, nodding.
Bethany’s thumbs slipped into the waistband of her panties and the girl grinned at her, her eyes flashing playfully. Biting her lower lip, Addison nodded. She lifted her backside off the bed and let her friend slip her out of her panties. Naked, she grinned at the girl.
“I guess it took awhile but you’ve got me naked,” she said, with a nervous giggle, “now what are you going to do with me?”
Bethany took a deep breath that rattle out as a nervous giggle, said, “Lay back.”
Addison stretched out on her back, her head propped up on a stack of pillows. She saw Bethany’s eyes go to her girlhood, saw her bite her lower lip uncertainly. She could almost see the video playing behind those eyes, the one they had seen on Bethany’s computer earlier, as she tried to make up her mind.
Sitting up, she startled a gasp out of her friend when she wrapped her up and muscled her onto her back. Addison grinned down at her, gave her a sweet, lingering kiss. When she broke it, Bethany was grinning up at her expectantly. Her heart hammering in her breast, she kissed her chin, then the graceful curve of her neck. Her collar bone. The slope of one small breast. Bethany started squirming when her lips found a turgid nipple, then groaned as her tongue traced the aerola. Her friend’s back arched and the breast was thrust against her mouth, begging to be teased some more. She had the girl a moaning mess by the time she was ready to move lower.
She couldn’t believe her own boldness, her tongue tasting Bethany’s skin as she moved lower. When she passed her belly button, she realized she was running out of ground fast. Soon she’d be at the junction of her friend’s thighs, her pretty pussy. Was she really going to go through with it?
Hooking her fingers in the waistband of her panties, Addison slipped them down. Giggling, Bethany lifted her backside off the bed, let her slip the thin cotton underwear down, then off completely. She was blushing as Addison looked down at her.
Kissing the hollow of her hip bone, Addison looked at her friend’s girlhood, her eyes fixing on the smooth folds, now flushed with her excitement. It didn’t seem too scary yet her heart was racing in her breast and her hands were shaking.
After taking the initiative, could she really chicken out now, she wondered. She looked up at Bethany, saw the girl looking at her expectantly. Addison realized the girl wasn’t breathing, was as anxious as she was. Is she said boo, her friend just might jump right out of her skin.
Some of her boldness came back and she let a hand slip up Bethany’s thigh and onto her young sex. The pent up breath exploded from the girl in a moan as her fingers caressed her bud. Her eyes were wide as she propped up on her elbows to watch Addison.
“Is this okay,” she asked, still massaging her best friend’s pussy. She had discovered this in the bath when she was seven, that rubbing down there felt really good. At the time, she had no clue she’d ever be doing it to another girl, though.
“Feels nice,” Bethany said, thickly.
Grinning at her friend, she asked, “Like ‘washing your hair’?”
Moaning, she said, “Just about.”
Her fingers never letting up, she stretched out on her stomach between Bethany’s thighs, used her free hand to spread them wide. The girl’s hips began to undulate against her hand, the flex of her hips alluring.
I can do this, she thought, taking a deep breath.
Before she could change her mind, she pressed her lips to the hood of Bethany’s clit, heard the girl gasp in surprise. It made her giggle. Her cheeks were hot as she look up at her friend, saw her eyes wide. It didn’t do anything for the giggling fit that took hold of her.
“Sorry,” she said, trying to rein in the laughter, “the way you gasped… Sorry.”
“You are really going to do it?”
“You mean this,” she asked, letting her tongue flick back and forth across Bethany’s very sensitive bud. She grinned at the girl as she tasted the salt of her skin, teased a moan from her.
“Oh God,” she said, around a moan, “that feels funky. Don’t stop.”
Laughing, she asked, “That feels funky?”
Bethany blushed and offered her a sheepish grin, “I meant funky in a good way.”
“Uh huh,” she said, her mouth finding Bethany’s pussy, again.
The girl grabbed handfuls of the sheets as Addison drove her body crazy. She was making these little mewling sounds that Addison found sexy, these little wordless murmurs of enjoyment. They fueled her own excitement.
I’m really doing this, she thought, amazed. A naughty shiver worked up her spine.
“That feels so… Oh, God,” Bethany said, collapsing onto her back, “so… Oh, please don’t stop.”
Grinning, Addison didn’t let up. Those little mewling sounds she had thought were sexy had turned into sharp sounds of ecstasy. Bethany’s bedroom might be in the basement but Addison still rolled her eyes toward the stairs, a little nervous about her cries carrying upstairs.
“Shh,” she said, laughing when her friend’s hand flew to her mouth.
“I can’t help it. That feels so good,” she said, a little out of breath.
Addison had to smile as her tongue found her friend’s bud, again. She liked making Bethany feel good, was becoming addicted to the sounds she was making. She loved the roll of her hips to meet her tongue, like the way her stomach tightened and the heave of breasts. Bethany looked so sexy in her enjoyment, made her want to keep doing this all night.
Well, maybe not all night, she thought, her face starting to hurt and her cheeks wet from the girl’s thrashings.
Maybe reading her thoughts, Bethany suddenly propped up on her elbows, looked wide eyed at Addison, “It’s going to happen.”
She realized the girl was about to come, as the host of the video they had watched called it. Or have an orgasm. Even if Bethany hadn’t said it, she had seen the signs. She grinned as she pushed her friend over the edge into bliss.
“Oh,” the girl said, her body clenching up. Her whole body jerked gracelessly as she climaxed. Collapsing back to the bed, she brushed the hair out of her face and laughed. She stretched like a cat in a sunny spot, grinned at Addison. Opening her arms, she beckoned Addison up. She gave her a heated kiss, one that left her a little dizzy.
“Wow,” Bethany said, shaking her head, “That was awesome.”
“Not bad, huh,” Addison said, grinning. Seeing the slightly dazed look on her friend’s face gave her a weird sense of accomplishment, a feather in her cap.
“I’m beginning to think you are holding out on me. You are too good at that to be your first time,” Bethany said.
Laughing, Bethany flopped onto her back beside her friend. She grinned up at her when Bethany’s face appeared in her field of vision. The girl favored her with a nervous smile, then bit her lower lip. Addison could tell she wanted to ask something, waited for her to make up her mind.
“What was it like,” she finally asked.
She knew what the girl was asking, thought about it a moment before answering, “It was kind of weird, at first. I mean, it’s a weird place to put your mouth. Then, you started making these cute little noises of enjoyment and your hips starting moving. I don’t know… It makes it worth it some how. I just wanted you to feel good.”
Bethany gave her a warm smile, leaned down to kiss her. She threw one leg across until she was straddling her hips. Addison liked the feel of her body weight as she lay atop her, liked the way her breasts mashed against her own, her warmth.
Breaking the kiss, her friend met her eyes, then kissed began moving down her supine body, leaving a trail of moist kisses. She brushed the girl’s hair aside, so she could see, shivered each time her warm tongue tasted her skin. Soft sighs dripped from her slack mouth.
Taking her time, Bethany had Addison so turned on by the time she gently spread thighs that she moaned before the girl even touched her. Grinning, she rolled her eyes up at Addison, who shivered at the look in them. Then she kissed the soft folds of her girlhood, let her tongue find her tender bud. The hot, wet feel of it caressing her clit was intense, made her back arch and forced a moan from her. It wasn’t like anything she’d felt before.
It is kind of funky, she thought, grinning. She might owe her friend an apology.
With a mind of their own, her hands found her breasts, teased them as her friend did wonderful things to her young sex. Her nipples ached sweetly as they drug across her palms, stealing a groan from her parted lips.
Bethany’s hands caressed her thighs, her stomach. Addison closed her eyes, basked in all the wonderful sensory inputs. She felt a little dizzy from it all.
Like her hands, her body had its own agenda, her hips gyrating against her friend’s mouth. The girl had a hold of her hips, trying to keep her still. She felt kind of bad but her body just wouldn’t keep still. Opening her eyes and propping up on her elbows, she saw the girl’s cheeks were already wet from her thrashings. Affectionately, she reached out and caressed one of them and Bethany paused to smile up at her.
She watched as the girl’s tongue flicked back and forth across her clitoris, felt a shiver of excitement work through her. Again, she couldn’t believe this was really happening, that Bethany and she were really doing this. Their friendship had taken an odd turn down a different path that night on Addison’s bed and it didn’t look like they were getting off this path anytime soon. Who knew where it would lead them.
Addison decided she kind of liked this new path, moaning thickly.
Bethany was driving her body crazy with her tongue, had her writhing in pleasure. Without meaning to, she was squeezing the life out of the sheets.
“That feels incredible,” she moaned, her head lulling back loosely on her neck.
A curious tension entered her body and she recognized it from the last time they had had sex. Maybe Bethany recognized it, too, because she gave her that final push, sent her toppling into orgasmic bliss. She cried out as she came, her body alive with wonderful sensations. She collapsed onto her back, gasping for air.
When Bethany crawled up to look down at her, she pulled the girl down atop her, wrapped her arms around her neck. The girl giggled as she hugged her back. Addison didn’t want to let her go.
Finally, she did and Bethany stretched out on her side beside her. She smiled when the girl offered her hand, took it. It seemed different now, holding hands with Bethany. She said it hadn’t counted, that time in her room when her friend was trying to ease her mind by holding her hand.
She thought it counted this time.
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Blinking in surprise, Addison sat back in Bethany’s computer chair. She had awakened before her friend, decided to check her email. In the list of new messages, one had made her gasp. The subject simply read: Your Admirer.
How had the girl gotten my email, she wondered, frowning, she must know me. A friend maybe?
She thought Bethany, maybe. She was a little surprised how much she liked the thought of Bethany being her admirer. Her feelings for the girl were definitely changing and she was going to have to sit down and think about them eventually.
Looking at when the message was received, she realized her admirer couldn’t be Bethany. It had shown up in her inbox while she was here and she didn’t recognize the email address. She shook her head at her disappointment.
Glancing over her shoulder at Bethany, she saw the girl was still sleeping soundly. She turned back to the computer, opened the message:
Addison,
I know you haven’t given me your email and you must be wondering how I came to have it. You probably have guessed that you know me, call me a friend. I couldn’t wait until Monday to tell you how beautiful you looked Friday. The dress. Your hair. I could hardly breath when I saw you. You were all I could think about. Still are.
As always, yours,
Your friend and admirer.
Ebo
Once again you have done great. I really love these stories and you make it oh so worth having to wait for the next. I love everything you have done so far and I really cant wait for the next. In other words “I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!!!!!!!!!”
really good, nice sex, and I am almost excited as Addison to find out who her secret admire is.
Me, too, Kim. Me, too. 😉
Very intense and romantic. Also, broke my theory that Bethany was the admirer. Can’t wait to see who the special girl is. 🙂 Great story!
A beautiful story and some delightfully steamy sex. You really are the master storyteller.
I am still hoping that Bethany turns out to be the secret admirer even though you are trying hard to make it look that it could not be her. Another great read.
Another lovely chapter. Their deepening relationship is very sweet… and their experimenting very sexy, of course! Interesting all the stuff that one can learn online, these days.
It seems odd that Addison doesn’t wonder how the rose and note get in her locker. Isn’t it locked?
Honestly, a combination lock isnt as hard as it seems to “pick” Its more about how suspicious you often look trying to do so. (I am assuming their school sues combination locks, based on all the US high school shows I have seen over the years)
A message may have been pushed through between the door and the frame. 😉
Just my 2 cnt
The note can be easily slipped in, sure. The rose, not so much. 🙂
As for picking the lock, well, that’s possible but it feels like Addison would still be a little alarmed by that. I don’t know, maybe Ebo just figured the lockers were not locked. I don’t remember for sure, but I think our lockers in elementary school were left unlocked… Past that, at Addie and Bethany’s age, we definitely used combination locks, though.
Anyway, not a big deal at all, I just found it amusing that she wonders how the admirer got her email, but not at all how they got into her locker (which seems like the more difficult task of the two).
Well, these days emails are so much more than just a few messages, we tend to use them for access to so many online things, that having someone get your email without your knowledge/consent could be quite an issue.
Mireille says,
Dear Mr Ebo, I say to gentle Susy that all of this number 2 story is telling to us the love that Addison and Bethany are beginning feeling for each other. It is like the feelings that I had for Susy that started to grow and grow and then I feel to myself that now I love Susy and this feeling is shown by Addison. I will let my Susy tell you the rest of our story thinking because my English is not good like Susy’s. Also I have something other to start and that is to writing addresses on the envelopes to send our wedding invitations in the pretty springtime. The invitations start – “M. et Mme. Laurent Bozet – that is my daddy and my mummy. I have 37 addresses to write and will be busy for a long time.
Susy says,
Well Ebo, you have, perhaps not expected, started a school of thought involving locker tampering, in fact, got quite a discussion going regarding the invasion of Addison’s locker – quite simple – maybe?? As most of you may recall, Jen and I met when we were both 12 and she became my best friend. When we had locker keys, we had a key to each other’s locker and when these were changed to combination locks, again, we knew each other’s combination. This in mind, it is an easy stretch to realize that A and friend(s) either had a key to each other’s lock or knew the combination. Also locks can be picked. This said, Miri suggested I should mention, for Eleven67 – yes a letter can be easy slipped in the door crack – but – could not do this with a rose.
The actual answer is far more simple – the wall to which the lockers are fastened backs on to the headmasters study – one night the Admirer broke into the study; drilled a 4 inch hole in the wall; ripped open the back of the metal locker with a tin opener and stuffed in the rose and letter, then welded the back of the locker; bricked up the wall; re-plastered and re-painted – simple eh – well maybe?
In SA1, we all wondered, as did Addison, who the admirer could be and here in SA2, perhaps we are all thinking/hoping, it could be Bethany even though Ebo, your cleverly crafted story suggests it could be someone else, particularly when the email question/origin and timing, gives Addison food for thought. Although despite this Addison is hoping it is Beth when she realizes her feelings for her friend are changing and she would have to “sit down and think about them eventually.”
When Jen and I first read this story, the naiveté the girls exhibit in their lovemaking took Jen and I back to younger days and having discussed this with Miri, she too, has similar thoughts. As yet, the girls don’t consider their actions as making love. Even though, by their own admission, they are “having sex”, their respective feelings are developing into love and as Addison thinks afterwards about the hand holding, “It seemed different now, holding hands with Bethany.” and “She thought it counted this time.”
You are right Addison, it certainly does. I believe we all wish for Addison, that her admirer is Bethany. In re-reading Secret Admirer it confirms it to be the firm favourite, thank you Ebo for such a wonderful story. Love as always, Miri and Susy xxx
I’ve got a brand new marketing idea *g*
Schoollocker with a slit of a letterbox
Will b the solution 😉
just my 2 cnt