Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... matter, but—

Hannah pulled me closer and brought her mouth up to mine.

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There was no going back. I had a fleeting image of a quick, dignified peck on the lips, like at the end of a Disney movie, but the reality swept it instantly aside. Hannah’s kiss was simultaneously soft and forceful, and she worked her way methodically around my mouth, drawing one of my lips between hers, and then the other, stroking them with her tongue and gently sucking my own tongue out toward her.

My ears rang louder, and my heart hammered, high on that same sense ofsignificance, like it was one of those terrifying stimulant drugs we were warned about in seminars.

If Hannah didn’t stop soon, I thought I might just die from it, because there was no way in Heaven or Earth that I was going to be able to pull away while she was still going.

It was the sound of Barb clambering off the paddleboard and back onto the wooden floor that eventually led us to turn our heads away from each other.

“Where are you going?” I panted, my voice barely reaching across the boathouse, as Barb hung the paddleboard back on the wall and then kept walking.

“Tocontemplate,” she answered sarcastically, sitting down right in the middle of the landside entrance of the boathouse, facing outward. “And start loud theological discussions with anyone who happens by.”

Hannah and I shuffled our way carefully off the gate walkway and back onto solid floor, catching each other’s stumbles.

As we moved, we ...

... realized together that, with Barb on one side and the winter-cold lake on the other, this little house around us almost had four walls.

“Huh. I guess threes really are safer than pairs,” said Hannah, somehow both breathless and deadpan.

I had the urge to both laugh and kiss her again and couldn’t decide which, so I soon found myself with my lips locked to hers, discovering that we fit together so well that I could steal hysterical gulps of air through her nose instead of my own.

We’d have to find a way to thank Barb later. To thank her now would require freeing my mouth for an unthinkably long pair of seconds.

Hannah and I sank onto the floor in a completely unplanned, stumbling way that probably bruised my knees, but I wouldn’t know until tomorrow, which might as well be never. She found her way onto my lap, legs wrapped around me with our skirts bunched up to our waists between us. I could feel that bare stretch of her skin, that length of thigh between socks and panties, pressed warmly against the same bare stretch of mine.

She braced her feet on the ground, seemingly just so that she could brush that skin back and forth, keeping up the sensation of contact, rather than let it become static and numb.

Breaking the kiss even long enough to whisper in Hannah’s ear felt like a tremendous task, but I had to.

“How real?” I asked, looking over her shoulder, out at the lake. “How real is this to you? Is this really…?”

Hannah pushed me far enough back to look at ...