Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... it off when people were looking.”

“You were,” I confirmed.

“And yet, every time I went to bed, there was an extra packet of tissues already under my pillow.”

She looked up at me, with the faintest hint of a smile.

“I thought I was so stealthy,” I said.

“You were,” Hannah confirmed. “It took me weeks to figure out who was doing it.”

There was a warmth creeping upward inside me that the winter breeze couldn’t touch.

“They were only tissues,” I mumbled.

“They weren’t,” said Hannah. “For two months, I’d been trying everything I could think of to get my dad’s attention. To make him look at me, without looking for the quickest, easiest way to get me out of the way of whatever else he had planned for the day. And then I was here, gettingtoo much attention, all of it on my grades, or the length of my skirt, or the respectfulness of my tone, or whatever other way I might be messing up. Most of the time I just wanted to disappear completely.”

She was squeezing my hands very hard now.

“But then you saw me, without even needing to be asked. You saw me in a way that didn’t hurt.”

A rare daytime tear slid out of the corner of one of her eyes.

I swallowed, hard, and cleared my throat. “Uh, can I get a do-over onmy personalized vow?”

“Nope!” Barb chirped, and went on. “Naomi, will you love Hannah above all others? Will you be faithful to her, forsaking all others, except, you know, by enthusiastic mutual agreement?”

Faithful. Forever. Gosh, this ...

... was heavy stuff.

Love was easy to promise. Love had so many meanings, from romantic love to more of a general, “love thy neighbor” type. Now we were getting down to the real promises, the ones that could be broken, and break hearts with them.

My ears were ringing, resonating with significance, so loudly that I couldn’t even process the extra part that Barb had tacked on to the end of the question to make it more Barb-like and ask her what the heck she was talking about. I was done with jokes.

“I swear,” I said.

Barb reversed the question.

“I swear,” said Hannah.

“Then in the tradition of Saint Valentine,” said Barb, “I hereby recognize your commitment to each other before God. And what God has joined together, let no man rend asunder.”

Barb let these words hang in the air for a long moment.

I found myself looking at Hannah’s mouth, the natural brightness of it, the way her tongue slid repeatedly over the inner edges of her lips. I wondered if this was a new tell of hers I was learning, a sign of unconscious preparation.

“Go on,” said Barb.

My body was convinced it was teetering on the edge of something much deeper than True Light School's little no-name lake. Iwanted this, and in my experience, things I wanted were either to be resisted, or to be waited endlessly for.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Barb pretended to cover her eyes with parted fingers but went on chanting, “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Everything before this was just words. Not that words didn’t ...