********** Stage Seven: Holly gets her Girl ********** Today was one of those rare days on which Cassie had a genuine, awe-inspiring smile on her innocent face. To the naked eye, it might not have meant much. But to anyone who knew Cassie well (few as they were) it was a good sign. There was nothing for her really to be cheerful about. Shannon was still on her case in her usual relentless manner and Cassie was no closer to admitting her feelings towards Holly-Raine. But there was one thing that was making life easier for the timid blonde. The friendship that had been given to her in the form of Alyshia Hildabrant. School was over now. The last bell for the day was run in its usual boring way; but was received with the kind of zeal you'd expect from high school kids. Cassie & Alyshia walked home down one of the four main streets that cleaved outwards from the block that Atlantic High happened to be on. As it happens, the two of them lived rather close to each other. Neither lived extremely close to the school but it was enough to walk to for today. And as they strolled down onto one of the now busy high streets, Cassie couldn't help but steal a few glimpses of her new friend. Throughout the day they had been talking and getting to know each other. As it turns out, they had a fair amount in common. Neither were very politically inclined but defined themselves as liberals. They liked the same kind of music (anything of easy listening) and had the same taste in food (Italian). But more importantly, Alyshia had stood up for Cassie against Shannon and her posse. This earned Cassie's respect in so many more ways than one. Of course, Alyshia had now made herself an enemy of Shannon Marson, which was not a good thing. But the taller blonde had the kind of courage that allowed her to let that little detail roll off her back. Cassie sort of envied that. As the two walked home, Alyshia just happened to notice the mousy Cassie peering with a little glimpse at her. Something that she couldn't help but inquire about. "...Is everything okay? You seem a little... up in the air." Cassie smiled softly. "Yeah. I just... wanted to thank you for what you did for me." "...What did I do?" "You stood up to Shannon for me," The shorter teen replied, "...I'm really grateful. I could never do something like that myself..." And to that, Alyshia just chuckled. "Sure you could. And you don't need to thank me. Like I said before... I'm not exactly Shannon's biggest fan. If I hadn't said something today I guess I would've done some other time." "Well thanks anyway. I'm glad you're my friend." Which was the one comment that held real weight for Alyshia. The taller woman pulled a proud little smile of her own and tightened up a bit. She was glad for her friendship with Cassie too. Maybe more than Cassie understood herself. The polite young girl wasn't like most of the others at Atlantic High. Cassie was genuine. Though she was less than life in so many respects, the mild blonde held such an air of honesty that it was easy to look past it. Soon enough the two of them came to a crossroad on the bustling street that they were walking through. This was were they turned to get to their neighbourhood. But today Cassie had other things to take care of. Both Cassie and Alyshia stopped when they came to the edge of the street and turned to each other. "I guess I'll catch you later," Alyshia spoke first, "You're getting your braces removed today, right?" Cassie shortly nodded to her. "Yeah. It seems like ages since I've lived life without them. I can't wait to finally get them off." Though Alyshia thought that Cassie looked fine as she was, she could see that Cassie wanted to get those steel contraptions out of her mouth. It was the source of a lot of her teasing, the brunt of which came from none other than Miss Shannon Marson. Cassie herself had a really pretty face, and the removal of her braces would probably add to it. And in the best case scenario, allow Cassie to feel a little bit better about herself. With that said and done, the two young women waved to each other and went their separate ways. Cassie gripped her book bag and then strode down the opposing street towards her dentist. In her lateness this morning she had almost forgotten that she had an appointment with him. Thankfully a conversation with Alyshia in the morning had reminded her of the fact. In the fifteen minute walk to her dentist, Cassie turned a street into a more private lane. It was a shortcut she remembered that cut into a street square. It was far quieter here. And a few people came here every now and again to feed the pigeons that flocked to the square every now and again. Though she took this path, she did not expect to run into someone she knew. Which is what happened. Cassie stopped and looked on curiously, gazing towards the line of benches at the centre of the square. And sitting there was none other than Cassie's English teacher. Miss Blake. "What's she doing here?" Cassie thought to herself. Though nobody knew where Miss Blake lived, she knew at least that it was nowhere near here. But Cassie took a deeper inspection of the older woman. There was clearly something on her mind. Her face was looking out into the distance with a heavy distraction that definitely meant something. A couple pigeons sauntered around her boots and denims, plucking up little bits of crumbs that they could find and Miss Blake didn't notice it at all. Being the kind of girl that she was, Cassie walked right over to her teacher with small, questioning look across her face. She had more than a few minutes to kill before she had her dentist appointment anyway. The English teacher didn't notice Cassie's approach until the girl was standing a metre from her in speech. "...Miss Blake...?" That was the one thing that managed to break her out of her reverie. The sound of a familiar voice in her ears. The older woman looked up to see one of her best students, Cassie Robbins, with somewhat of a curious look on her visage. A weak smile was pulled. "...Cassie? Sorry, I didn't see you there. I guess school's out for the day then, huh?" The younger girl nodded and took a seat next to her teacher on the bench. "Yes, it is. But... can I ask you something, Miss?" "We're not in school now, Cassie. So you can just call me 'Linda'." As weird as addressing her English teacher by her first name was, there was little Cassie could do but accept that. "Okay then... 'Linda'... is something wrong?" Linda looked downwards at the rim of her ebony-tone boots. "What makes you say that?" "Well... you just seem a little... distant. And nobody saw you in school today. Even though I don't have English until tomorrow, I figured that you must have been ill or something." A tiny little laugh came from Linda after hearing that. "That's what I like about you, Cassie. You're a lot more perceptive than you give yourself credit for. Since we're not in school... and... I really need someone mature to talk to... I suppose I can tell you something about it." Cassie listened on curiously as Linda continued. "Last week I figured something out about myself. I have someone I really care about. Someone who's warm, intelligent, kind, and lets face it; gorgeous. But for some strange reason I didn't feel like I could... commit myself to that person. And part of me still isn't sure about it. So I guess I'm just trying to figure out why... kinda pathetic, right?" Well this was out of the blue. Out of all the teachers at Atlantic High, Linda Blake was the one who seemed least likely to have relationship problems. At the vibrant age of 26, she was by far the most popular teacher at school. Mostly because of her magnetic personality and her great (perhaps unnervingly so) understanding of modern youth-culture. She was charismatic, easy-going, and maybe a little bit too lenient, but had a strong sense of what her kids needed in her lessons. Which was why it surprised Cassie to see 'Linda' so confused. But something made her want to help her teacher out of this. Some people like to call it 'kindness'. "...Why... do you think... you're afraid to commit yourself to this man?" Cassie asked. Linda then looked back at Cassie with complete confusion after hearing that. Just until she remembered that her students all thought that she was straight. One thing she still couldn't do was admit to the high school populace was that she was a lesbian. Even more so the fact that she was dating another teacher. She was less afraid of the reaction of her kids, and more worried about the reaction of their parents. "...I guess..." Linda began in reply, "...I'm worried that if I take things too far... I'll screw up somewhere down the line. And I care too much about this 'person' to do that to them. This could be the one. And... where would it leave me if I messed it up...?" In her paralysing crush on Holly-Raine, Cassie had grown to be far more insightful than most people her age. It was a careful trait that not many people could see in her. But it was there. And her mild but intelligent words were speaking it out loud. "...Well... I suppose you can't really see what the future will bring. And you might mess things up... but... isn't worth the risk if it means... happiness with someone you... really liked?" It was as simple as that. Linda loosened and gave a surprised look at Cassie. And it had just finally hit her. This wasn't a matter of pretences and thinking twice. It was a matter of courage. There was a wonderful woman out there waiting for her. And sure, Linda could spoil everything if they did commit. But wasn't it worth it to at least try? The grim tyrant of realization descended on the English teacher. Everything that she had been told was right. And strangely enough... it took just an intuitive young woman to make her see it all for what it was. A wide, real and pretty smile crossed over Linda Blake's face. One that showed to Cassie that she had said the right things. "You're a smart girl, you know that?" Linda claimed brightly. The timid Cassie abruptly blushed and looked downwards. "Thanks. My Dad says that to me all the time. But I don't know what... good it does me." It was then that Linda's smile fell. Some of her own adult perceptiveness began to return to her. She knew what that comment meant. Linda wasn't blind. She knew that Cassie was one of the unpopular crowd. And though she herself had never been something you could out rightly describe as 'unpopular', the older woman knew how hard that was. To be isolated. And it was a shame. Because a girl like Cassie deserved to enjoy these years of her life. And a lack of popularity wasn't Cassie's only problem. Linda could plainly see the kind of crush that Cassie had developed for Holly-Raine. Often Cassie would absentmindedly draw little love hearts with she and Holly's initials in them, or stare at her from behind in classrooms. Thankfully Cassie had enough control over herself to not let her fellow students pick up on these feelings, much less Holly-Raine herself. But it was clearly an issue that needed to be resolved soon. If Cassie didn't get used to rejection now, it would hurt FAR more in future years. Because the chances were that this would not be the last time that she fell for a woman she couldn't have. And Linda was all too familiar with that kind of pain. However, she tried to be supportive about it. "...You should make a decision." "Huh?" Cassie blinked, confused, "...What are you... talking about...?" "...I know how you feel about Holly-Raine Johnson," Linda looked at her honestly. Cassie curled up with sheer embarrassment, which Linda quickly tried to alleviate, "Don't worry, it really doesn't bother me. And I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to. She's a nice kid. I can see why you like her." Cassie had long suspected that Linda might know something about her feelings (she had dropped enough hints here and there) but it was true after all. She knew. And though she was still a little cagey about her crush on Holly, she trusted Linda enough to talk about it to her. Truth be told, she had been dying to tell someone about it all. Cassie sighed longingly. "...She's just so beautiful and sweet and pretty. I can't get her out of my head. When I'm at school, or at work, or at home. All I can think of is her. But she hardly even notices me. It's like I have a sign on my face that says 'please ignore'. I can hardly get her to even talk to me." "...Then I guess you just have to ask yourself," Linda began, "Is what you're feeling going to go anywhere? If you keep it to yourself... it's just going to get harder and harder on you 'til it reaches a boiling point. You could tell her... you could find a way to make her notice you. But if you do tell her how you feel... then you'll have to be prepared for the consequences. It's like they say, 'love don't come cheap'." The young teen pressed her hands into her lap. "...I want to tell her. I really do..." Considering Cassie's lack of popularity, running the risk of admitting her sexuality seemed less of a problem. After all, she was already at the bottom of the barrel when it came to school status. But doing so might just intensify the teasing she was already suffering with, rather than simply adding to it. Which was why Linda had some misgivings about making that move. But all the same... Cassie's feelings had to be resolved. Even if it meant experiencing something she'd rather avoid. The English teacher pulled the smile back onto her lips and spoke; "You go get her, Cassie. Buy some new clothes, mess around with your hair a bit. Then admit what you feel. I don't know what'll happen, but, if you ever need someone to talk to then my door is always open." Something that Cassie was thankful for. The teen stood up from the white marble bench and looked over to the path that led to her dentist's surgery. But not before showing her teacher her new smile of intent. "Thanks for talking with me." "No problem." Linda replied wholeheartedly, nodding. ********** "Jar of Flies... SAP... combo album..." Summer mulled over the CD choices in the rock section. And as usual with an aficionado of 90's rock music, the first thing she did was check out any albums composed during that time. The first band she took her look at was Alice in Chains. Dissolved as they were, their work really struck a cord with the teen. As usual Jenny was just a short ways away from her, trying hard to pretend that Summer was less a fan of this kind of music than she made herself out to be. It was a vain hope of course. Jenny couldn't count the amount of rock albums that Summer Andrews had so neatly organized in her room. Whilst checking out the track list at the back of the CD, Summer turned to Jenny. "Hey Jenny, over here." The young woman whom had been called on walked over to her friend and took a glimpse at the track list along with her. The names of each song did so much to capture the imagination. "Rotten Apple... Nutshell... I Stay Away...? Summer, what is it with you and this stuff?" "Ah, stop moaning," Summer retorted, "You'll learn to love it, trust me. Never put down a classic. By the way, where's Holly?" Acknowledging that; Jenny peered over her shoulder and looked to her left. Across from them in another aisle of this music store was Holly-Raine. When it came to music she was more of the Pop/R 'n B type, something that Jenny associated with... but Summer did not. But on closer inspection of Holly-Raine, she could see that the cinnamon-haired girl was really excited about something. Ever since lunchtime, Holly had had a spring in her step. She was generally a bright person anyway, but this was different somehow. Jenny had never seen Holly so excited about... anything before this. It was infectious, because Jenny could feel her own smile brightening when she thought about it. "Looks like Holly's pumped about something," Jenny offered to Summer, "She's been in a good mood all day." Summer scanned through the CD shelf, replying absently with, "Really? I hadn't noticed." "Yeah," Jenny continued, "Hmm... I'd say since about lunch, I guess. Right after she met that friend of yours... what's her name? Sharon?" It was then that Summer froze. Her eyes suddenly became a bit more alert and far more stern, taking actual note of what Jenny was telling her. The rock-lover stood upright and looked over at the aisle that Holly-Raine was standing in. Taking a far better note of all the eagerness that Jenny had been describing. She was right. Holly did seem more cheerful. But the mention of Sharon Daniels' role in that good cheer was holding strong in Summer's mind, allowing for some... frighteningly accurate suppositions to stroll through her brain, unbound. Summer blinked. Almost nervously. "You think... it has something to do... with Sharon...?" "Dunno. It's not like she's short on anything in life in the first place, right? Maybe she's just having a really good day or something. You know how up and down she can be." But that really didn't do anything to ease this new found concern that Summer had. The idea that something was going on between Sharon and Holly-Raine was seeming... more and more likely. She really didn't know what Sharon's orientation was; but she was damn sure of Holly's. It seemed to Summer... like something was happening between Sharon and Holly. And it bothered her. She didn't know why... but it did. ********** The time had come for a new set of student reports to be sent out. It was in Debbie's best nature to be honest. And to be honest was not always kind or forgiving. And she wasn't the type to gloss over things either. Which was probably the reason so many of her students did not expect a warm response with Debbie Harding's reports on their behaviour. But then... her mind was so far from focused on this... that anyone who would have seen her right now... would have had to believe that she should have put this work off. As she sat at her computer unit in the setting of her characteristically tidy bedroom, she surmised that this really wasn't a good time. It had been a hard day. For one thing, these student reports were at least a week late. It was not like Debbie to be late with regards to anything. She abhorred it. But the past week had been so taxing on her that she was beginning to fall behind. She had more than a few essays to mark as well. A couple of her pupils (obviously the more studious ones) had been asking about them. Which made her feel even more guilty for allowing her personal relationship and problems to interfere with her career. And thirdly, she hadn't seen Linda at all today. Ever since their talk the other day, there had been a lack of contact between the two of them. It was hard on Debbie in the worst way. For all she could really think of was what Linda's answer would be. Would she commit...? Or was it over...? In all efforts of keeping the peace, Debbie had decided not to see Sammi anymore until Linda had made her weighty decision. The last thing anyone needed was for Linda to get the wrong impression again. But how long would it take for her to make up her mind? It was around 9.00 on this warm Monday evening. Debbie assumed that Linda would have come to her with her choice in the morning, just before classes. But she was absent. She had asked some of the other teachers what was happening in that issue; and apparently Linda had phoned in sick for the day. But Debbie knew better than that. Either Linda had not made up her mind and was staling for time, or she was purposefully avoiding the History teacher. And Debbie dreaded to think what it might mean if the latter were true. Her worrying over this whole thing made her think twice about writing up these reports right now. There was no way she could give a fair appraisal of her student's performance and behaviour patterns when she could barely think straight herself. The long-haired woman quickly saved the report she had managed to work on so far and exited her word-processor program. The small plastic wheels of her chair rolled backwards as she stood up. And she walked out of her bedroom in nothing more than an oversized sweatshirt that cascaded around her thin waist and thighs in gloriously domestic fashion. The teacher made her way to that kitchen of hers. And as usual when she had a problem that was bothering her, Debs made herself a cup of coffee. As soon as her bare feet were slapping against the cool flooring of her kitchen, she was putting on the kettle and busting out a mug from one of her many cupboards. She plucked at one that took her fancy, a cup with the Japanese Kanji of 'Sakura' (Cherry Blossom Tree) on it. Then she pulled open a drawer, took out a teaspoon, grabbed her jar of coffee beans and exchanged some into the mug. After a short wait the kettle was on the boil. She poured the now steaming hot water into the mug and grabbed a small container of French cream from her refrigerator. Adding the cream to mix and using the teaspoon to stir it all into readiness, Debbie took a sip of her hot coffee and strode back out into the lower corridor of her house. Rather than go back upstairs and make a vain attempt at writing a report for work, she turned to the left and into her living room. Debbie flopped onto her black leather couch and sighed. Right before she heard the jingle of a bell. Which she knew to be her pet kitten Edward (named after Edward the Confessor, the so-called 'quintessential' English Monarch). The baby cat hopped up onto her lap with a petite 'meow!' and settled there. Debbie pulled a smile and stroked her pet under its warm chin. Though she wasn't exactly at the high point of her life right now, she was glad that she had bought Edward from a friend. And whilst stroking Edward, the doorbell rang. The tired History teacher looked to her left, out the door and down the hall. Who could that be? It wasn't a late hour but she just didn't feel like talking to anyone. As rude as it was, Debs simply ignored the doorbell. Until that person rang again. And again. And again. Until it became plainly obvious that whoever it was would not be leaving any time soon. Debbie let off an exhaling breath and stood upwards, just as Edward jumped off her lap in response. She walked through the lounge and the hallway. When she reached the door she began un-bolting it and then swung it open to reveal the one person she wanted to see most. Linda. The two locked eyes with each other for an extended moment. Not really saying anything. Just looking on at the person who had been able to stir up so much emotions in them. That silence was maintained until Linda pulled a bashful smile and asked; "...Aren'tcha going to invite me in?" Whatever silence Debbie had been roped into was now over. She shook her head as if to get her thoughts together, then gave way for Linda to proceed. "...Yeah, sure. Come on in." Linda did just that and walked in, ruffling her jeans jacket. It was still quite warm out so she didn't mind wearing it. And once Debbie closed the door behind her; a new layer of silence emerged between the two of them. One that was occasionally broken by the small jingle of the bell upon Edward's collar. But for Linda, the time for being silent about this thing was over. She was beaten to the punch, however. "So, you're not sick. I suppose you have some other explanation as to why you didn't bother to turn up for work?" The English-teaching blonde smiled sheepishly. "...Yeah. I guess I still had a few things to figure out for myself. Then I kinda realized... how obvious it was all along. You're right, you know. I think at the end of the day... I'm not as mature as I'd like to think I am." Debbie was almost afraid to ask this, but, "...What... did you decide...?" And Linda had been going over this moment a billion times in her head. But she figured it was better to show her answer rather than say it. She reached into one of the small pockets of her denim jacket. And pulled out a small velvet box. The eyes of the dark-haired Historian widened when she recalled exactly what that box was. Linda smiled brilliantly and opened the box; removing the contents. The commitment ring that had been bought for her at the very beginning of this scenario. The one that had caused this rift between the two of them. Linda shoved the case back into her pocket and clasped Debbie by the hand, who herself was actually short of breath from the meaning of this. "I know this ring was bought for me, but..." Linda slowly slid the sapphire-adorned ring up the wedding ring finger of Debbie's left hand, "...I think it looks a little better on you. I know I've made a lot of mistakes up until now... but I'm willing to make this work. If you're willing to give me another chance." Tears were already forming in Debbie's eyes. "...So does this mean..." "Yeah," Linda affirmed, nodding, "...I'm... kinda in love with you, Debbie Harding." That pretty much summed up everything that Debbie had felt for so long. For so long she had been waiting to hear those words escape Linda's lips. So much that she was now stuck for words. But her moment of stunned surprise dissolved into sheer delight as she flung herself in Linda's arms, the tears finally leaking from her eyes amid all the chuckles. Linda wrapped her arms around her love, so happy to finally be able to hold her again. Debbie stifled her sobs as best she could, to speak. "I love you so much, Linda..." Not that she doubted that fact from the beginning. Linda pulled back a little and observed Debbie's authoritative yet elegant face. Saturated with tears and mirroring the kind of happiness that she suspected was very apparent on her own. The smile on Linda's face then melted away as she pressed her lips warmly into those of her Debbie's. The History teacher accepted the kiss with all her pent-up emotion, breathing heavily, her spine almost trembling, weaving her hands into those blonde shoulder-length tresses of Linda's. The two kissed and remained as they were. Just enjoying each other. Enjoy the closeness that had been put in jeopardy for so long. The closeness that they now had their whole lives to enjoy. ********** It wasn't very chilly tonight. Which was probably the reason Holly-Raine had opted for wear that didn't provide much in the way of warmth. The honey brown-haired teen stood just outside the chosen movie theatre for her and Sharon. Most people were entering now, as the mid-evening matinee was just about to start. Even so, the young woman was very excited about this. The main reason she had arrived about ten minutes early tonight. And she had chosen to wear clothing that suited her vivacious mood accordingly. A rather small black top that she had just recently bought, one that just about cut off below the out line of her breasts. Completely exposing her midriff. The lower half of her body had gone for an equally short black skirt that ended halfway down her thighs. On her feet were a pair of lengthy black leather boots that had been purchased after school with Summer and Jenny. And one little thing to top it all off, a silver necklace that blended in well with the whole 'dark' image she had pasted on for herself. Though not as revealing as some of Holly-Raine's other choices of clothing, she still had to hide the whole get up from her Dad. And so she waited. But Holly didn't wait long. Bang on time, Sharon Daniels made her great appearance. Holly's smiled brightened as she watched the other girl encroach from the length of the road. Sharon dressed as she usually did (from what Holly had asked Summer) a casual wear involving sheered jeans and one-tone tee-shirts. Today was no exception to the rule. But there was a kind of glow to the other girl tonight. Maybe Holly just saw what she wanted to see, blinded by her own lust and feelings... but... for what it was worth... she did see it that way. Sharon walked up to the slightly shorter woman and grinned. "Nice night, huh?" She asked directly, "Feel like watching a movie?" There was some far different on Holly's mind... but for now, "Sure!" The two then went inside, following the velvet ropes of entry. There was no line tonight. And neither girl could come up with a reason for that. But it didn't much matter. All Holly-Raine could think about was the fact that she was about to spend time alone with this beautiful human specimen they called Sharon. Though a person less excited would not have thought of this as a date, Holly did consider it as such. A belief that was cemented when Sharon paid for the both of them. Most of the time when Holly saw a movie with Summer and/or Jenny, they each paid for themselves. Not Sharon it seemed. And when a couple of guys began to make glances at them while they lined up for popcorn, Sharon made a point of avoiding them. It didn't take much for Holly to read the signs. More so were offered when they decided to pick the movie to watch. Nothing looked great anyway, but Sharon had made sure to put forward plea for a certain horror film. Holly wasn't the horror type. But she knew what reaction timid girls had (not that she was timid herself) when watching them with their dates. The usual routine of 'get-frightened-and-then-curl-up-in-your-date's-arms'. It was a brilliant ploy for closeness from both sides of the equation, no matter how corny or old-fashioned it was. And Holly-Raine couldn't help but assume Sharon's intention was to use it for that purpose. Because of this she agreed to watch the horror flick. It was perfect. This way Holly could fake her terror and use it as an excuse to get closer to Sharon. Problem was, that when she did watch the movie, she really WAS terrified. It was one and a half hours of utter carnage and mass slaughter. She did indeed curl up in fear against Sharon. But she was so intimidated by what she saw that Holly hardly even noticed the fact that she was touching the girl. By the time the movie was over, she realized that whatever plan she had cooked up beforehand had just gone up in smoke. When she exited the movie theatre she was left with a bitter taste in her mouth. Suddenly Holly felt short-changed. Sharon herself seemed to have enjoyed the movie. Something that Holly-Raine was thankful for. She didn't want Sharon leaving her with a bad impression of the night. After that, Sharon decided to walk Holly home. She didn't live too far from the high street on which that particular theatre existed, so it wasn't much of a walk. The two slowly ambled down the road, turning corners until they came to the residential area in which Holly lived. Holly's parents had gone out for the evening. Unlike most couples in late married life, they were just as randy and fun-loving as any of their younger counterparts. Something that pleased Holly. Because it meant she could have the house to herself from time to time. Better than nothing. As they came to the front door of the Johnson Residence, Holly had already taken out her keys with a deceptively timid smile on her face. And as easy as 1-2-3, the emerald-eyed beauty spouted one of those trademarked catchphrases that so perfectly described the intent; "So... you wanna come inside for some coffee or something...?" The meaning behind the phase went seemingly unnoticed by Sharon, who, by all accounts, retained a kind of casual indifference, shrugging her shoulders. "Sure, I guess." That was enough for Holly-Raine. The young girl stuck the key into the keyhole and quickly opened her door, allowing Sharon inside. Once they were both indoors Holly turned to close the door. And as she began speaking again, she was completely unaware of the change in Sharon's expression. "...So how do you like your-" Before she could even think of finishing her sentence, she was cut off. Holly was swiftly spun around and pressed straight into the frame of the door with an erratic but gentle thud. And the now serious Sharon made her mark clear, thrusting her lips up against Holly's own with a cunning swiftness. Holly released a muffled gasp of confusion. Realizing only now what was happening. Sharon moaned into the contours of her mouth vibrantly, almost painstakingly, pressing her lengthy leg in between Holly's thighs with firm strokes. Sharon's hands soon roamed free as the two teens kissed, launching up the slender outlines of Holly-Raine's sides and then taking a firm grasp. One hand commandingly gripped Holly's left breast, the other taking the right. Both shielded from her warm touch only by thin black fabric. All the while Sharon's abrupt and forceful kiss grew deeper, more sensual and at the same time, more demanding. Holly was left seeing stars when Sharon finally pulled back from their kiss, slowly, dragging her probing tongue out of the stunned Holly-Raine's mouth. "Sorry," Sharon breathed lustfully, her thigh still pressing between both of Holly's "But I've been waiting to do that all day. God, you're so gorgeous. Summer told me you were cute but I didn't think..." Holly-Raine breathed in heavily, mirroring Sharon's own lust. Holly was the type who was in control most of the time. Mostly because the kind of women she went after were those who were less experienced than herself. But really Holly loved it when a woman took charge with her. To be taken by a beautiful woman's firm but soft touch was like another world for her. Which was probably why her train of thought was so skewered. But she regained enough of her senses to at least respond. "...My parents are out..." "Perfect," Sharon replied confidently, "...Your room will be okay, right?" To that, Holly gave a brief nod. Then Sharon slowly backed away from Holly, allowing the girl to lead her to somewhere better for this. Holly took Sharon's hand into her own and then led her upstairs as quickly as she could without looking anxious. They turned a corner around the white-painted banister at the top of the stairs and followed along until they reached Holly's room itself. As soon as the door closed behind them, the two were at each other again. Sharon grinned and gripped Holly-Raine's soft facial cheeks, and bringing their lips together in one of those searing kisses again. Instantly Sharon's lengthy tongue began to prize its way between Holly's lips, demanding entry into that luscious little mouth. Holly parted her lips purely upon reflex and sighed when Sharon's tongue came in her oral opening. Sharon's soon began flicking with Holly's own, mixing saliva and lust in a way that Holly-Raine had never experienced before. The taller Sharon moaned deeply into Holly's mouth as they kissed. Her hands began acting up again. Both wriggled their way around until they gripped those twin globes of glorious flesh that made up Holly's cute little ass. Though she couldn't have explained it at that point, Sharon had a fascination with Holly-Raine's hind quarters that would probably haunt her forever. Sharon squeezed at them with zeal, eliciting a curious moan from Holly that echoed between two interlocking mouths. In those few seconds, Sharon broke their lustful kiss again. But before Holly gave a little squeal of disapproval, she saw what Sharon was trying to do. Those two hands that had been heavily occupied with her ass were now on the move again. Reaching up to the small black top that Holly had been wearing all night. The brown-haired teen stepped back a little then quickly pulled the article off her body, dropping it the ground. Then before she knew it, Sharon resumed their kiss, her hands taking another possessive charge over Holly-Raine's body. Her greedy fingers slowly slid up Holly's bare midriff, then grasped upon those small but awfully pert breasts. Freshly uncovered and beaming all the beauty you'd expect from someone like Holly. Holly herself moaned again when she felt those hands latch onto her bare chest. There was no bra under the shirt, something that probably spoke of Holly's intent for this moment; but neither of them thought to address it at that point. Holly had deeper concerns. Sharon's touch was so possessive and firm. And yet so gentle and soft. It was a combination that drove her to edges that she had scarcely seen. As she desperately kissed her newest lover, Holly began fixing her hands into the rim of her small black skirt. Holly pulled it down slowly until it was dancing around her boots. She kicked off the skirt as best as she could and then did the same with both of her boots. Except for her small white socks and her cotton white panties (but lets face it, they were no symbol of virginity when worn by someone like Holly-Raine) she was effectively naked. Once those matters were taken care off, Holly's hands went upwards into Sharon's mop of raven black hair, tightly gripping her head, bringing them as close together as possible. The clothed Sharon and the un-clothed Holly-Raine began a slow, ambling trek backwards to the bed. Once Holly's leg touched the side, she slowly leaned downwards to it, still kissing her Sharon, and laid back as best she could. Sharon followed Holly's every action inch by every tiny inch. And she mounted the shorter girl accordingly. Their kiss broke once more as Holly's head collapsed onto the pillow of her bed. The dark black hair of Sharon hung over her shoulders, and for a second there; the two just locked eyes as they were. "...Jesus Christ, you're so beautiful." Sharon uttered lustfully. Holly very much felt the same way. But was far too deep in her own passion to speak a reply. But that really didn't matter much. Sharon didn't intend to speak for too long anyway. The taller girl crossed her arms over the underside of her shirt and pulled it over her head. It joined her lover's clothes on the floor, as did the bra that was holding back her own breasts. Sharon swiftly unclipped it; her dark eyes still locked with Holly's emerald green ones. Once the bra was gone she then sank back down on Holly. Lunging at the supple flesh of her neck. Sharon nibbled and licked at it, dragging her tongue down in motion. Flicking her tongue ever downwards until it danced around her lover's collarbone. Holly shut her eyes and simply let Sharon do as she pleased with her. She continued softly moaning to herself, feeling the trail that the dark-haired girl's tongue left down her upper chest. And it slowly descended down between the well-sculptured cleft of her firm breasts. Sharon placed butterfly kiss after butterfly kiss upon Holly's right mound, inching her way upwards until her lips hovered over the jewel at the summit of the breast, that rosy pink nipple. The shorter girl could feel Sharon's hot, quick breath lingering over it. And in that second Sharon lunged for it with desperation. Holly-Raine bit her lip in pleasure, feeling Sharon's teeth latch onto her cerise-coloured nub longingly. Sharon bit the small and sensitive tip of flesh. Then released it, only to slowly drag her tongue over it a second later. Stimulation for response became a shared need as Sharon simply began sucking on Holly's nipple as smoothly as possible. A beautiful smile of approval was beamed on Holly's face. The way Sharon stroked her tongue over her heaving breast was like magic. The free hand of the Sacramento-girl clasped Holly's other globe of bittersweet flesh. A slow kneading motion was begun, in the same way that Holly had done to so many other girls. But this felt completely different for some reason. Not just because she was on the receiving end. But for more than that. Sharon continued her firm suckle of Holly's right nipple, whilst her other hand worked over Holly's other breast with a strangely well organized synchronization. Every few seconds Sharon lessoned the pressure on one breast to exchange it to the other. And repeated that process over and over and over again. Holly's breathing increased while she did so. A new sheen of sweat appear over her face throughout this moment, giving her face a kind of gloss that correctly displayed how hot this all made her. How much she burned for Sharon. And how well Sharon pressed her buttons. Now the fluids of attraction began running at Holly's womanhood. The cotton panties that had been left on her now had a growing wet patch. And the surplus of the smell, that compellingly perfect aroma of arousal, was lingering in the air. Sharon slowly pulled her mouth away from Holly's breast. It was now covered in a thick sheen of saliva, the flesh of the nipple rigidly erect. And fresh new kisses were placed upon the area below her chest, just over the smooth stomach of the Johnson-girl. All the while, Sharon's right hand remained trapped over Holly's other mound. Her tongue soon dipped into the small indent of Holly's belly button. She figured it'd look great with some kind of jewellery after a piercing, but Sharon correctly guessed that Holly wouldn't agree to that. But that itself didn't matter much. The taller girl lowered herself down Holly's body until she could glimpse at her wet panties. Sharon smiled and brought her left index finger against it. Then ran its tip over the wet patch, which happened the curl over the outline of Holly-Raine's nether-lips. Holly moaned lowly to that slow rhythm of up and down. Feeling Sharon's warm breath through the dampness of her panties as she observed. While she did that; Sharon's other hand lowered to those panties themselves. She hooked her fingers under the fabric and pulled the panties off her lover. First off the crotch, then down the silky thighs and those lengthy legs, and finally off Holly's feet. The soiled article was thrown to the floor like the rest of her clothing. Freshly revealing that sweet opening that had been the centre of so many women's dreams. Sharon marvelled at Holly-Raine's labial region, watching the wetness glisten in the bright moonlight sparlking through the window. Watching that slickness and moisture cling to sensitive flesh. It was amazing. Out of all the girls that Sharon had come across in her detailed (albeit unseasoned) teen lifetime, Holly-Raine had to rank way and above as the most alluring. Sharon had never been this attracted to anyone before. The astounded woman leaned downwards a little and planted a gentle kiss over Holly's labia, causing the girl to tremble a little. Sharon then pulled herself back up Holly's body until they were face to face again. The slight difference it height would make this far easier. Sharon's right hand still lingered around Holly's vulva, mostly unmoving, simply stroking up and down to gather up a little moisture over her index and middle fingers. The other hand played with Holly-Raine's light chocolate brown hair. Soon Sharon's fingers began to part those moist lips that guarded the sought after opening. Sharon poised the tips of her index and middle fingers before the damp orifice. Before she did anything; she took note of the absence of the hymen. Which either meant that Holly was the type to masturbate or she had had sex before. Little to Sharon's knowledge, Holly-Raine actually subscribed to both categories, but again, that didn't much matter. Her rosy pink lips claimed those of Holly's in another passionate kiss. Right before she thrust both her index and middle fingers into the tightness of her vagina. Holly gasped abruptly into Sharon's mouth. Her inner flesh expanded with the sudden addition of Sharon's fingers. And her current wetness was all the lubrication needed. Holly desperately grasped upon Sharon's shoulders and jerked her hips as Sharon's fingers embedded themselves into her. All the way up to her knuckles. Holly's toes curled into themselves and her back arched gymnastically as Sharon slowly dragged her fingers out of her up to the first joint. And then back in again. And the out. And in. And out and in. Until one steady pace picked up from it. What were once moans now became rapid pants as Holly's inner folds of receptive tissue and wetness were prised apart with fast, coordinated thrusts. The girl bucked against those long fingers as they plunged in and out of her core, penetrating her vagina with amazingly well kept speed and velocity. Sharon broke their kiss only so she could hear Holly's cries out in the open. And the teen released hoarse shrieks that suddenly filled a quiet room. Sharon tilted her head to the side and nibbled upon the creamy, milky flesh of Holly's neck while her fingers continued their phallic actions. Holly slammed her eyes shut once more and bit her lip to try (in vain) to keep silent. But that was in itself was hopeless. A few seconds later more pleased screams came from her. And her free hands clasped onto Sharon's shoulders. Holly brought Sharon closer to her, so that the dark-haired girl's breasts were nestled comfortably beneath her own. And Holly's small feet dug into the thin lavender bedspread they happened to be lying on. With her wide open mouth and tightly shut eyes, Holly rode through the penetration. Her light hips were now jerking back and forth through nothing more than the strength and precision of Sharon's thrusts. And it continued. Over and over again. Holly's face contorting with pleasure, her breathing intense, her body shimmering with that beautiful sheen of sweat. All until that fabled dam burst within. Sharon's thrusts kept growing in strength until one simply pushed Holly-Raine over the edge. The inner muscles of her vagina clamped around Sharon's now soppy fingers, as waves of pleasure filled her with the blessing of release. Holly trembled with the sudden force of an orgasm like none before it. Her whole body convulsed with excitement and relentless pleasure, her vagina clamping and un-clamping around the two fingers that had probed so deeply and satisfyingly inside her. The great flood of female discharge spurted outwards with zeal the likes of which neither Sharon nor Holly had ever experienced. It dripped down the outline of Sharon's fingers and knuckles, slipping off her hand and dripping down onto the bedspread. Sharon slowed down her penetration as the impact of Holly's orgasm began to weather with time. Eventually Holly's hips slowed their nimble gyrations to a stop. The pressure on Sharon's fingers by Holly-Raine's vaginal walls began to lessen, and her heightened breathing came back to a nice, peaceful tempo. Sharon then stopped along with her, though she kept her fingers buried inside of her lover. The now loose and immensely satisfied Holly sighed to herself, still feeling a tingling all over her body. And feeling those skilled fingers embedded in her moist aperture. Her hands finally released Sharon's shoulders and then clawed their way up to her dark hair, which was equally matted with sweat from the physical exertion. Those pretty jade eyes of Holly-Raine Johnson's then opened once more, and so she spoke breathlessly, "...I think I like you..." ********** Chris Angel says, * I'm back, baby! It's weird. I've been struggling to get around to an update for months. And then one day I just woke up, read my notes, and started typing. Simple as that. Ah well. * The next chapter will be (if everything goes to plan) the last chapter of the Misadventures of Holly-Raine. After that I'm working on the new 'Misadventures of Kandi' which I think I mentioned back in Chapter Five.
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