Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... so much like the way I would, but not controlled by me — it was like the sky. The perfect, breathtaking beauty which all representations imitate.

Kneeling between Hannah’s legs, straddling her hand on the dusty floor of that neglected boathouse, that was my Heaven.

I never wanted to leave. I never wanted it to end. But the stack of feeling was growing too tall for a mortal body to support, and all at once, I felt it teeter and spill.

For an instant, I was terrified. After how intense the rest of the process had been, what would the end be like? Could I even handle it?

But it was too late to worry about that. Here it came, here it was, fluttering and pounding its way outward from my secret bump through my entire body, making my legs shake, and sparking multicolored flashes of light across the insides of my spasming eyelids.

For a few seconds there, I think I even forgot what worrying was.

“I love you,” I heard myself mutter several times, barely coherently, as the outward-rushing pounding finally stopped, and left me floating in the fluttery ripples of its wake.

I struggled to shift myself into some new position that still kept Hannah warm without crushing her. Holding myself over her like this was suddenly so much harder than before.

“I love you,” Hannah whispered back, wrapping her blouse back around herself and tugging me down by one arm to lie beside her on the floor.

I wasn’t going to fight her on that.

Even this weathered wooden floor felt ...

... so good to relax onto, shoulder to shoulder with Hannah. But I only got a few seconds to savor it.

“Well, if it isn’t almost time for Song Circle!” Barb said brightly from the entrance to the boathouse, as if she were a character from an old cartoon talking out loud to no one but herself. “I should probably start walking in a couple minutes. Punctuality is how we show respect, after all.”

Barb’s laughter, barely contained and highly contagious, almost blunted the sting of having to rush to refasten each other’s bras and get all of our blouse buttons back in the right holes so soon.

I stood up first and helped Hannah to her feet.

“We owe you,” Hannah said to Barb when we reached her at the door.

“So much,” I added.

“I know it,” said Barb. “Now wipe those smiles off your faces and leave room for Jesus, before I have to find a blind chick to seduce to get me out of jail.”

“That’s definitely not how the story ended,” Hannah said.

Then she sighed and looked sadly down at our hands, still linked from when I’d helped her up. She seemed to marvel at them for a couple extra seconds before letting go, and taking a step away from me for the walk up to the music room.

For the first time, I understood the urgency so many people had to get away from True Light School for Girls.

The space between Hannah and me made me feel stretched, like there were parts of me stuck on both sides of it.

I found myself counting out how many days were left in the semester. I ...