Secret Schooling 1 - Sex Stories

Secret Schooling 1

... to one side was the prize she wanted to show me. A giant stack of inch thick exercise mats for gym class that she had pulled of three or four to make an improvised bed bigger than either of ours at home. "Ta-da!" she said proudly waving to them. "Nice!" I congratulated her as I went over to flop down on one. Simone, ever the showoff though dropped down, kicked off her shoes, and did a forward roll to join me. They were hard and firm, but definitely softer than the ground or a cement floor. My knees still ached remembering the time in the bathroom. But just thinking about that again returned my thoughts to the reason we were even here and I my heart beat fast in my chest for a different reason than fear. "So?" Simone said laying down on her side, one arm propped up to hold up her cute red head. "Did I do well enough to get rewarded?" I smirked and blushed. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, but just giving it to her wasn't as much fun as making her work for it. "I suppose," I said facetiously as if I hadn't quite decided yet. I bent my head down to hers, my long brown hair draping down one side of my face to tickle her cheek as we kissed. As her bright pink lips melted in with mine I again found myself still disbelieve that I'd fallen in love a girl, much less one that was so silly and strange as this one. But maybe it was because of that we had ended up here? If she hadn't accepted that dare to kiss me at that party on Halloween I'd probably still be unhappily ...

... chasing after some idiotic jock. All the guys hooted when she'd kissed me, and we both played it off as just a joke, but she had felt it at that instant too. That one simple, silly joke of kiss had changed us forever. That next week she had come to my house to apologize for surprising it on me and wanted to assure me that she was straight and not onto girls. Of course I said the same thing, utterly convinced it was the truth, but somehow felt funny just having to say that. We'd known each other for years, and while not the more than acquaintances at the time I found myself wanting to spend more and more time with her. Simone seemed to enjoy that as well and by Thanksgiving we were inseparable; the best of friends and I couldn't imagine my life without her. Then there was our next kiss, our first real serious kiss. I was at her house for a study date and I just couldn't help myself. Our heads were so close together pouring over her math book and then she looked at me with those deep emerald green eyes she has. Our first kiss had been quick and playful and I didn't even know it was coming, but this one was slow and deliberate, passionate. If she hadn't started kissing me back, or worse had freaked out, I would have been devastated with embarrassment. Instead she accepted me by opening her mouth and letting our tongues dance across each others for several blissfully perfect minutes that stretched on forever, much as was happening right now. I could feel her desire for more and I had ...