Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... and build herself a life in “the real world,” as she always put it, but I hoped that she at least felt the same way about Hannah and me that we did about her.

This trinity, thisfamily, that we had formed together, was the whole reason why, in spite of the beatings, the boredom, the mostly flavorless food, the isolation, the ban on physical contact, and all the other things about True Light that Barb kept insisting were not normal, I was not yet ready for senior year to end.

I had never been to Barb’s mythic “real world,” but I had spent time in this world both with and without friends. Thewith part made True Light the happiest place I had ever been.

“I’m so sorry if we’ve ever made you feel like a third wheel,” I said. “If we thought—”

“Shut up, this has nothing to do with that,” Barb waved me off. “I just feel like doing something nice, something saintly, even, for my two besties. So, go on, stand right there.”

We had reached the boathouse, and she was pointing to the swinging walkway at the lake-facing end, which was now, as always, closed.

Hannah and I looked at each other. I was back to not knowing quite what she was thinking.

“Like you’ve got something better to do with your afternoon? Comeon,” said Barb.

We really didn’t, so by the potent twin forces of boredom and peer pressure, Hannah and I sidled out onto the walkway. It was barely even a walkway, really, more of a fancy plank tacked onto the top of the gate that held our nonexistent boats in ...

... place. It took a continuous effort not to fall into the frigid water.

Barb grabbed the closest thing wedid have to a boat — Reverend James’s personal paddleboard — tossed it into the water inside the boathouse, and stepped out onto it, so that she could stand next to us in a reverend’s position.

“Take each other’s hands,” Barb instructed.

At that moment, the wave from Barb steadying herself on the paddleboard reached the gate walkway and jostled it. Hannah and I grabbed each other’s hands tightly for balance.

Somehow, all three of us managed to stay dry.

“Naomi Eloise Page,” Barb addressed me, her voice pompous and dignified between drags of her cigarette and wobbles of her ankles on the board. “Do you swear before God to love Hannah for as long as you both shall live?”

Even in Barb’s mocking fake reverend voice, it felt so serious, with my full name and God included in there.

I reached for another mood-lightening joke, but I couldn’t think of a gentle way to point out the funniest thing about this whole bit of playacting we were doing. It was downright absurd, the way we were all dancing around the elephant in the room.

Hannah and I were both girls.

Well,women, technically. But that didn’t shrink the elephant, any.

Two girls, two women, didn’t want to marry each other, unless they were….

Which we weren’t, of course.

I mean, not that that made them bad people, the women who did want that. That was one point on which I was willing to fight ...