Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love - Sex Stories

Secret, Saintly Schoolgirl Love

... was the same. Gay wasn’tme, after all. It wasus. And nothing that Hannah was could be wrong.

“I do,” I said. “I swear, I’ll always love her.”

Hannah beamed at me, and my rigid insides loosened, just a little.

“Hannah Nicole Marshall,” Barb went on. “Do you swear before God to love Naomi for as long as you both shall live?”

Hannah bit her lip, squeezed my hands in half a dozen nervous little pulses, and smiled like I was the most miraculous sunrise she’d ever seen. “I swear,” she whispered.

I felt for a moment as if I were seeing our surroundings through Hannah’s eyes, without her needing to point them out to me.

Barb had picked a beautiful spot for this. In spite of the neglected old boathouse itself, people probably paid good money to get married for real in front of a view like this. The lake beside us was a brilliant reflection of the sky above, so brilliant that it was almost painful to look at from the dim shade of the boathouse itself. Like light at the end of a long tunnel.

“Naomi, would you please tell Hannah about the moment when you first realized how special she was?”

“Uh, that’s not in the script,” I pointed out.

“People personalize vows all the time,” said Barb. “It’s romantic.”

“Well…” I took a breath and looked at Hannah’s hands in mine to avoid the pressure of her gaze. “I guess that would have to be the very first time I ever met you. We were on cafeteria duty together, and it was thequietest duty period I’d ever had. I must ...

... have tried to start a conversation six different ways, and I hit an ice wall every time. After a while, I figured you probably just didn’t like me.”

When I glanced up at Hannah’s mouth, it was pressed together, toward an apology I didn’t want.

“And then I dropped a sandwich bun on the floor,” I went on. “I leaned down to pick it up, but you got there first. You tossed it up in the air and tapped it with a ladle so that it flew right into the trash can. And with that same serious look on your face, you pointed, and you said—”

Hannah groaned with half-hearted protest and shook her head.

“You said, ‘Did you see that? I bun-ted it.’”

“That was what did it?” Hannah shouted in disbelief.

“No one who was cold all the way through would share a joke that bad.”

When Hannah finished shaking her head, Barb reversed the question, and I waited, almost afraid to hear what Hannah had seen in me.

I had always wondered. It was no surprise that this girl who could see beauty everywhere had foundsomething to like, but what it could be that had held her interest for years, while surrounded by plenty of other choices of best friend, baffled me.

It felt vain to ask, or even to listen to the answer.

Now Hannah was the one looking down.

“It was fall semester,” she began unsteadily. “After that summer I spent with my dad, trying to ‘make it work.’ When I ended up back here, I was crying every night. I didn’t think anyone knew. I thought I was pretty good at just switching ...