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I Don’t Know How to Say No to This: A Romance from Two Perspectives (ff rom)

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This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 18 in real life.

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Paige

Grace and Paige were in some of the same middle school classes together, and Paige even remembered Grace from grade school, but the truth of the matter is, Paige never really met Grace until they did a particular English class assignment together in high school. Paige was the ringleader of it, but Grace was really the one who made it work.

The assignment was to form into groups and make a presentation on “a historical theme.” Ms. Beltz loved giving very open-ended assignments. Paige thought about it overnight and knew Beltz graded heavily based on the popularity of the presentation with the rest of the class. The class had a lot of rowdy boys in it, horny boys Paige would daresay, and although most of them probably knew nothing about the musical Hamilton, she knew they would jump out of their seats cheering if five girls presented something sexy to them. Once Paige had the idea, it was a no-brainer, an easy A+ for herself and four other girls. She simply needed to form the team to pull it off.

The next day, when the time came to form into teams, Paige quickly sang softly to the three theater girls in the class who sat near her, “you’re not going to say no to this.” This was the other brilliant part of her plan. She did backstage work for the theater nerds, but she wasn’t really a performer herself. To do good theater, it stands to reason you have to enlist the help of good performers, and she knew these girls would all jump at the chance to do a bit of Hamilton. They replied immediately, “We’re in.” Alyssa added, “You have to get Grace, she’s perfect for Mrs. Reynolds.” This demand knocked the wind out of Paige.

Alyssa was dead right about Grace, and Paige knew it. For some reason, Paige was suddenly terrified to approach Grace. To know why, you have to see Grace as Paige saw her then, as everybody saw her. Grace was beautiful in a way that made hearts skip a beat, boy or girl. Nobody was immune. Her hair, the color of dark roast coffee, spilled over her shoulders in great ringlets. Her eyes were a bright sparkling brown and held an otherworldly quality like rusting gold. Her face and body were the color of coffee with the exactly correct amount of cream in it for Paige, and Grace's features were delicate, elven. So you could see, even though Paige had already had a few dates with boys and was comfortable as any high schooler could be in her cis-sexuality, she was terrified to even speak to Grace.

Paige knew Alyssa was right, and Paige was driven to put on the best Hamilton scene this school had ever seen or would ever see, so somehow, she staggered over to Grace, who was looking around the other way for a group to join. Paige croaked out the word, “Please.” As she was clearing her throat, Grace turned her million-watt countenance towards Paige and said, “Your group? Sure.” Paige started breathing again. That made five of them.

Alyssa took immediate charge, which made Paige breathe a great sigh of relief, because Alyssa actually knew what she was doing, and Paige was still dizzy from the stress of asking Grace. They quickly decided that Paige would play Hamilton, hah, no rest for the wicked, and that Grace would of course play Maria Reynolds. Alyssa and her pals would take care of everything and everybody else. The rest of them had it memorized, but Grace didn’t know anything about Hamilton. Paige told her, “Maria Reynolds was a woman who, at least as one of our founding fathers Alexander Hamilton put it, seduced him quite scandalously during a weak moment. Her husband James then blackmailed him. We’re going to do a song about that.”

“I’m supposed to seduce you in a song?” asked Grace.

“Yes,” Paige replied.

“Cool,” Grace said.

Paige’s first task from Alyssa was teaching Grace the song. The three theater girls would meet that evening to block out the scene, and Alyssa would give Paige the blocking the next day so that she could learn it and practice it with Grace. Paige was still a little nerve-wracked, but she was now on a mission. She asked Grace with a fairly steady voice, “Do you have any time after school?”

“Sure,” Grace answered quickly.

“My house, four o’clock?”

“Sure,” she said again, looking at Paige again in that disconcerting way of hers. The five girls all traded contact records. Class was over.

At four on the dot, Grace rang the bell, and Paige was there to open it. Paige introduced Grace to her mom, dad, and Neanderthal brother. Paige had an inward chuckle as her brother lost the power of speech and started to dry up like a dead leaf in Grace’s presence. Grace pretended not to notice. Paige guessed she probably got that a lot.

When Grace and Paige got to her room, Paige shut the door, and it was just her and Grace in her room. Grace looked at her expectantly. That’s the moment Paige realized she was in love with Grace. You see, that’s the first moment in Grace’s presence where there was nothing to distract Paige from her racing heart, her suddenly crystal clear need to spend every moment of the rest of her life with Grace, and her thirst to learn everything Grace liked so that she could provide her with an abundance of it. It took Paige a moment to adjust to her new reality.

“Are you okay?” Grace asked.

“Oh sure,” Paige replied, “Would you like to stay for dinner?” Before Grace could answer, Paige asked, “How late can you stay?”

“If I can get a ride home, I can stay until 10.”

Paige opened the door and shouted down the stairs, “Mom, can Grace stay for dinner?”

“Sure, honey,” came her reply.

Paige shut the door. “The ride is no problem,” she said confidently. “Now, context.” She turned on the Disney Channel.

160 minutes later, Grace and Paige were hugging each other tightly and bawling their eyes out together. They had both cried through pretty much the whole thing, which was surprising for Paige since she’d listened to it a bazillion times by then and knew it so well. Perhaps it was getting to see it newly through Grace’s eyes.

It was time for dinner. They both dried their puffy red eyes. Grace was wearing just a trace of makeup, and she wiped it so it blended again. She looked the same amount of stunning, so Paige didn’t understand why she had put on the makeup in the first place. Paige guessed it was force of habit. Dinner was okay, but they got through it quickly and went back up to the bedroom.

Back in the room, Paige put the songs on a thumb drive for Grace. Paige also printed out the lyrics for her. “I think I can go away and learn this song pretty easily," Grace said, “But one thing we need to discuss is how we are going to act the parts.”

“You mean the kissing,” Paige said.

“Yes,” answered Grace, “If it’s okay with you of course, I think we should really go for it; we need to sell it.”

“Whatever you want to do is wonderful with me,” Paige said. She was putty in Grace’s hands.

“I’ve never kissed anyone,” admitted Grace. “We should practice.”

Paige leaned in.
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This is a work in progress. The next bit should be ready tomorrow or the next day. Comments and criticism are always welcome at any point.


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Interesting idea, doing two different perspectives. Can't wait to see where this goes.



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Thanks to purpleshoes for the encouragement. Here goes...

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Grace

Back then, when Grace thought about anyone in particular, she mainly fantasized about three people when she masturbated: Matthew McConaughey, Miley Cyrus, and Paige Dillon from school. She liked to think about Matthew because she felt like he would be okay with anything she wanted to do, he would be gentle, and he would be interested in pleasing her. She liked to think about Miley because she is so wild and open sexually. Grace felt like Miley would demand things of her, and she wanted a sexy woman like Miley to demand that she be sexy. It took some of the guilt away from masturbating if someone was making her do it.

Paige was a whole other thing. She was Grace’s love who could never be. Paige was a brilliant star student with an artistic streak as well. She was a Latina/Asian girl with straight black hair, always short, almost like a boy, and glasses. Paige was always so passionate about everything she did, which was mostly, in Grace’s presence, being a student. She imagined Paige with an okay body, but it was mostly Grace’s imaginings of Paige’s vocal demands and her humor that made Grace’s imagined sex with her so good.

Paige’s sexuality was always nebulous in middle school, but by the time Grace knew she was sweet on Paige, everybody knew she had been on a few dates with boys. Grace didn’t want to try to get in the way of Paige’s cis preferences and get painfully and embarrassingly rejected in that way. So Grace continued quietly admiring Paige from afar and tried to re-adjust her future towards healthier more requited fixations, to not much avail.

Grace was sexually curious about both men and women. The only thing she knew for certain was that she wanted to go to bed with Paige Dillon and explore Paige. Nobody else gave her such a strong feeling. Boys her own age seemed to come in only two flavors, creepy or ditzy, with neither type being at all appealing. She thought she could like a man if he was nice and articulate like on a TV show, but that was theoretical. Even most movie actors were problematic. Jet Li seemed like a nice man with a nice body, but she felt like he would be too demanding, and that reminded her too much of the creeps at school.

When Grace masturbated, after getting excited to a certain point with some porn, because porn could only get her so far because it is so damn weird and creepy mostly, she usually imagined Paige naked from the waist down sitting in a chair. Paige would slowly rub her bare clit while demanding that Grace strip in front of her and masturbate herself. Sometimes in her fantasy Paige would demand that Grace lick her while still masturbating. Sometimes Matthew or Miley or both would get involved if it was a really long or intense wank session.

Grace was an only child, and in those days her parents, who were quite well-off, thought nothing of leaving her on her own for a couple of weeks at a time while they flew to Europe or some such. Her father flew on business and often took her mother with him when he traveled. In the summer when she was out of school, they took her along as well, but now, during the school year, they were gone about half the time. They really were wonderful and easygoing parents who trusted her a lot. The downside was that she often felt quite lonely and alone.

Recently when her parents were away on vacation, she found her mother’s toy collection and had an epic wank session. It started on Thursday when she found the toys. She called in sick on Friday. It lasted off and on all weekend until Monday morning. When she awoke Monday morning, she missed not really having Paige or somebody like Paige more than ever, and she felt guilty about all her lust-filled weekend and masturbation. She vowed to never do it again. She did, however, order her own toy online, a toy that had a bend so that she could stimulate her g-spot, which gave her an almost instant orgasm.

Then came the fateful day in English class. Grace was thinking to herself how that toy she ordered should be sitting on her doorstep by the time she got home that afternoon. Then Ms. Beltz told them all to form into groups for the stupid assignment. Eric asked her, yuck. Bruce asked her, double yuck. Then she saw Paige walking towards her from across the entire room. She panicked.

Grace turned away, not wanting to inadvertently give away her alarm. She felt like how she was a perv for Paige was written all over her in magic marker. Paige was coming this way to ask somebody else or leave to use the restroom anyway. She turned away from Paige and started already suffering about all that to get her suffering out of the way and survive until the end of class. Then Paige said something right behind her. It sounded like a squeak or maybe the word “Please.” She mustered herself and turned around to see Paige trying to clear her throat.

This couldn’t be happening. “Your group?” Grace asked, just checking to make sure Paige had not just happened to have a coughing fit next to her before moving on. Paige nodded. Her response was undeniable, so to avoid looking like a dork, Grace answered, “Sure.” It came out sounding casual. So far so good.

Grace immediately felt both like God had touched her on the forehead and blessed her but also cursed her to lead an even more unfulfilled existence of finding out just exactly how indifferent Paige was towards her. “This will be good for me,” she thought. “Maybe she’ll be an asshole like the rest, and I can finally start thinking about something more worthwhile.” She followed Paige back to the other girls, all theater nerds.

When they got to the theater nerds, Alyssa took charge and started barking inexplicable orders and handing out roles in a theater piece. The rest of them apparently knew the thing backwards and forwards. It felt like one of those moments where you find out that you’re dreaming because you’re in school and everybody knows what they’re doing except you. She almost expected to look down, find out she was naked, and realize she was actually dreaming. It was that surreal.

Now came the part where Paige turned to Grace and calmly explained to her what was going on. The way Paige did it felt almost nervous and gentle. Grace thought to herself, ”I should be enjoying this.” Then things got confusing. She asked, “I’m supposed to seduce you in a song?”

“Exactly,” Paige replied.

What Grace thought was, “Strange, I’ve inadvertently been preparing for this role for the last two years.” What she said, hopefully dripping with casual, was “Cool.”

Grace was ordered to appear on Paige’s doorstep at 4 PM that afternoon. Grace swallowed hard with both excitement and dread. The other girls seemed really excited about doing the bit, so it was good cover for Grace’s emotions that were coming from a whole different source. Luckily, someone reminded them all to exchange their contact information. Then class was over.

Grace skipped the rest of school and went straight home. For the next two hours, she frantically fussed with her attire, makeup, and hair. She needed everything to be perfect. Then it was time to leave. She called a cab; she didn’t want to risk being late. She got there breathless fifteen minutes early and waited as casually as possible on a bus bench around the corner from Paige’s house. She knew where Paige lived now!

At the exact second she was about to press the doorbell, Paige opened the door. It was all shyness and smiles and hemming and hawing from them both. “Why is SHE nervous?” Grace thought wildly to herself. “Maybe her family is scary?” Then it was a whirlwind: the dad of Paige, a yummy looking older Latino man who seemed very sweet, and obviously worked out. The mom of Paige was a knockout Asian beauty. Bro was a mixture of them, cute, younger by a couple of years, and dumb as a box of rocks. She smiled politely.

Then, all of the sudden, they were in Paige’s room, and Paige seemed dumbstruck for a moment. Then Paige was shouting downstairs to her mother and suddenly Grace was staying until 10 PM. It couldn’t be any later. It would be weird if other parents found out that she was basically living by herself at the moment. Also, she didn’t want to call a cab; it would be weird when she should have parents to pick her up. So she asked for a ride home.

Then they watched Hamilton. At first Grace thought, “Oh no, she’s going to be really geeky about this and I’m going to suffer through it.” Then immediately after that she thought, “What am I thinking? I get to sit next to her for the whole thing, with her being Paige the whole time. How could that ever be bad?” And then she thought, “Maybe I can snuggle against her a bit after awhile? Buddies do that, right? Perfectly innocuous.”

Those lines of thought didn’t last long in Grace’s head, though, because they were all curb-stomped by Hamilton itself, which was mesmerizing, and real, and was that guy who looked like her dad supposed to be George Washington? Tears started streaming from her eyes, and Paige, with tears streaming from her eyes, said to Grace, “I know, right?” And then they were hugging for real with tears streaming from their eyes. But mostly, Grace was noticing that Paige was not letting go.

Paige still had her arms around Grace, and Paige’s head was on Grace’s shoulder with one arm right across her nipples. It was excruciating and glorious and overwhelming. This whole thing was increasingly surreal, and Grace was holding on for dear life, trying not to pass out. If this was what being Paige’s buddy was like, though Grace could maybe hope for more, she never wanted to leave Paige’s side. Grace always wanted at least this, a hug and a movie.

Eventually, it was over, and damn it, LMM had made Grace care about history. She kind of hated that LMM had made her care about history. She had enough to worry about already. That said, she was greatly relieved that she liked this wonderful thing that Paige liked so much. She began to dream of weekly movie nights where the two of them would rewatch it together, hugging tightly. Maybe there could even be sleepovers?

Paige and Grace were on the same wavelength regarding rushing through dinner. Grace didn’t want to be asked any questions, and luckily it was quiet, and Paige’s parents or brother didn’t feel any burning need to make conversation.

When they returned to Paige’s room, Paige put all the songs onto a thumb drive for Grace and printed out the lyrics for her. It looked like the evening was wrapping up. Was this to be wham, bam, here’s Ham, thank you ma’am? Grace had her heart already set on 10 PM, which was still two and a half hours away. This couldn’t be happening! She had to say something, do something. “What about the acting?” Grace blurted.

“The kissing?” Paige asked incongruously. Was Paige asking to kiss her?

What the heck. “I think we should go for it,” Grace replied breathlessly. Were they now talking about acting or real life? “What do you want?” she asked.

“Whatever you want,” breathed Paige.

“I’ve never kissed anybody, so…” Grace confessed.

“Well…” said Paige as she leaned in and brushed her lips against Grace’s. Sparks jumped from Grace’s lips throughout her body. Paige pulled Grace down onto the bed, onto herself, and they kissed some more with increasing passion. They rolled around on the bed, Grace on top, then Paige, and finally settling for side by side. Their bodies were pressed together. Their hands and arms were roving, rubbing backs, faces, and hair. It was awkward. It was joyful. It was perfect.

Grace sat up on her knees. Paige rolled over on her back, looking up at her, and asked, “How’s that?” Paige's glasses were on crooked. She took them off and set them on the bedside table while Grace watched her. Grace thought about saying this was a dream come true. She thought about saying a lot of things. Instead, she looked at Paige carefully. Now that her glasses were off, Paige had these giant stunning almond eyes that Grace had never imagined.

Grace started to slowly unbutton her blouse. Was Paige going to stop her and say it was all a joke? No, Paige started unbuttoning her own blouse. Paige was not wearing a bra. Paige’s breasts were way better than she had imagined. Paige’s skin glowed, her areolas small and puckered, her nipples small and sharp. Paige was wearing cotton panties with flowers on them. Grace could see the rise and darkness of a bush in them. She had always imagined Paige as clean-shaven.

By this time, Grace was down to her bra and panties, and Paige had just panties. Paige got up off the bed and put the back of her desk chair under her doorknob with a fairly practiced motion. Grace was swooning at how cute she was. Grace was feeling more and more comfortable that Paige was into this, and that Paige understood that she was into this, and maybe she could just relax a bit and take life in, and to hell with anything else for the time being.

So when Paige walked back in range, Grace grabbed her, hugged her, and started kissing her right nipple. Paige made a sound like, “unh!” So Grace started sucking on her nipple, and back and forth. Paige held Grace’s head and pushed it onto her nipple, started guiding Grace’s mouth where to go. Still guiding her with one hand, Paige tugged at Grace’s bra, and Grace stopped for a moment and removed it.

After Grace threw her bra across the room, Paige gently pushed her back and climbed on top of her, straddling Grace, Paige’s hands grabbing a nice handful each of Grace’s boobies, then feeling the nipples, bending down and kissing the nipples with a look of hunger. Grace could feel herself getting wet. She held Paige’s head like Paige had held hers, and directed it down onto her tummy, and past her belly button, and Grace could feel Paige biting the little bow on the front of her panties and tugging on it. They looked at each other.

“Do you dress like this every day?” Paige asked.

“No,” Grace squeaked, feeling like she was disclosing a dirty secret. Had she ruined it by over-preparing?

“You dressed this way for me?” Paige was moved. She was confused.

“For the chance, yes,” Grace admitted. Did Paige like that Grace had dressed up for her? Was it creeping her out? Paige didn’t look creeped out. What could Grace say? “I’ve never dressed up for anyone before. I’ve never been on a date. Not that I thought this was a date. I understood this was not supposed to be a date…”

Thankfully, Paige put her hand over Grace’s mouth at that point. Paige lay down next to Grace, so they were side by side facing each other again. Grace held Paige’s face and kissed her tenderly. Paige kissed her back passionately and slid one hand into Grace’s panties, felt how wet she was, broke the kiss, and said “Oh my gosh.” Grace kissed Paige again more passionately, and Paige, kissing Grace back, slid a finger down slowly into Grace’s panties and then in and across her clit and between her lips. The finger came back up. It went back down. It kept going.
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It started with Paige just gently touching Grace’s lips with hers. It was the most tentative kiss in the history of mankind, Paige being terrified. However, in response to this, Grace let out a sexy little moan, which Paige took as an invitation, because, what the hell. Also, Grace’s mouth was still open, and Grace had this kind of half-lidded look like she wanted to do more. Grace’s body language seemed clear. Paige didn’t think it was the right time to blurt out that she thought she was falling in love with Grace. Paige rejected this approach as too heavy-handed. Instead, she grabbed Grace’s sexy upper lip in her lips and boldly stuck in her tongue. Paige didn’t know what in hell had come over her.

Pretty soon their tongues were doing a love battle, which both gave Paige some confidence and also hit her right in the concha. Paige was going to stop and say suavely, “Let’s climb onto my bed,” and she stepped back, and her bed was right there, because her room was pretty small, and she started to fall, and she couldn’t stop kissing Grace, so she ended up pulling Grace down on top of her in a pile of arms and legs. Smooth move, Paige!

Grace’s glorious tetas went whomp onto Paige’s chest like a storm of loveliness. Paige felt like she was impaling Grace with her little ninas, since she felt her nips were hard as spikes. Grace grabbed Paige by the head and hair and giggled and thrashed her tongue around in Paige’s mouth. It seemed Paige’s silly moves were making Grace more confident. At least Grace wasn’t backing away. They became like two snakes trying to eat each other starting at the mouth.

One of Paige’s arms was trapped between them, and she could feel the lace of Grace’s panties with the back of her hand and also that Grace was shaved. Paige blushed and her concha squirmed with the TMI of it. True to her spazzy nature, her other arm was flailing around in the air madly. A few seconds ago, she thought she was cis, well mostly cis, well cis for anybody but Grace, but now Paige wanted to do everything she’d ever seen lesbians do to each other to Grace, right now, and all at once, no holds barred.

Paige’s trapped arm was twisted, and Grace’s glorious tetas were crushing her, so she bravely wrestled Grace over onto her back to continue. Grace was laughing and enjoying the wrestling, so Paige grabbed one of Grace’s tetas in each hand and kissed her deeply again. Paige’s glasses were all crooked by then, so this whole mad rampage had a weird extra turn in it. Grace squirmed, and Paige fell off to the side.

Grace sat up on her knees, and Paige thought this was when Grace was going to say it was all good fun, but a mistake. How could Grace of the hypnotic deep golden eyes really be attracted to a scrawny Latina/Asian mutt like her? Paige was worried, so proactively, she blurted, “How was that…?” Smiling at Paige, Grace quietly started to unbutton her blouse.

Paige smiled back and took her glasses off while trying to think of something suave to say, and nothing seemed right. She knew how to get undressed, though, so she quickly shrugged off her blouse, kicked off her sneakers, her socks, and her jeans as well, leaving her in some old panties now liberally painted in the crotch with her own copious secretions. Grace was already down to this knockout set of red lacy bra and panties, and was quietly watching Paige flail off her clothes and smiling this big smile that made Paige feel bold. For a moment Paige felt underdressed, and then her desire for Grace overcame her again and she decided they were both still overdressed.

Wait a minute. Grace was dressed very fancy all the way down to the naked. These were not the same clothes she wore to school that day, and come to think of it, she hadn’t been wearing that makeup either. Had she done this for Paige? Was it just because she was visiting? What in God’s green universe was going on?

That was the moment Paige realized that her mom, dad, or brother could walk in on them at any moment, with them being 90% naked with their faces all flecked with spittle. To her credit, Paige didn’t freak out, but leapt to the task immediately. It was a familiar situation in a way, absent-mindedly sliding into an intimate situation, realizing how embarrassing and frustrating it would be to get interrupted, and remembering to shove her desk chair under the doorknob to prevent said disaster. Up until now the intimacy had only involved herself. No boys were allowed in Paige’s room.

Paige turned around with relief, and Grace immediately pulled Paige to her and latched onto Paige’s right breast with those luscious lips and tongue of hers. Paige grunted with quivering satisfaction. For the first time, she had the idea she could possibly orgasm from her tetas getting munched! They suddenly felt like antennae to her soul. Breathing rapidly, she was embarrassed because she was a shaking moaning mess in front of Grace,  and she realized she was humping Grace’s leg reflexively, but she couldn’t stop because it felt so good.

Paige hugged Grace’s mouth to one breast and then the other. She wanted give Grace what she was getting, so she was clumsily trying to figure out how to undo Grace’s bra with one hand. Finally, Grace unlatched her mouth and threw her bra across the room. Paige pushed her down again and got a big double handful Grace’s tetas and then a mouthful of one. Grace grabbed Paige by the hair and pushed her down towards her conya.

Paige bit the cute little bow on the front of Grace’s panties, intending to maybe yank them down with her teeth. She was giggling and looking up at Grace, making sure everything was still okay, and she realized suddenly, she had to know, “You don’t dress in these every day, do you?”

Grace said, “No.” Was she blushing?

“You dressed this way… for me?” Paige was gobsmacked.

“Yes,” Grace answered, looking away with embarrassment. “For the chance,” she told the foot of Paige’s bed. And then it was spilling out of her, how she had never done it before, and how she knew this wasn’t a date. Paige had to cover her mouth gently to shut her up. Then Paige lay back down on the bed next to Grace, looking her straight in the eyes. “You don’t have to explain anything,” Paige told her firmly. Grace looked back at Paige kind of cross-eyed. To be fair, their noses were practically pressed together.

Paige reached into Grace’s panties to feel her concha. Grace was slick all over the place down there, maybe even more than herself. Paige started to rub Grace’s slick wet clit with her finger and felt quite gratifyingly how Grace shivered and thrilled to her touch. Paige’s heart would be broken in a thousand pieces if this was just research for Grace. Right now, though, for the moment, Grace was whimpering and shivering wetly on Paige’s finger. She kissed Grace again, and she could feel Grace’s mouth and tongue stiffen as she continued to moan into Paige’s mouth. Had Grace orgasmed?

After Grace stopped shaking, she relaxed completely, like a cat. Paige was pretty sure Grace had orgasmed. Paige slipped off Grace’s panties, and Grace didn’t resist, and she took off her own as well. Both pairs were auspiciously wet. Well, if Grace hasn’t orgasmed yet, based on what Paige had seen in porn, this next bit should do the trick. Paige knelt by the bed, grabbed both of Grace’s legs, and started running her tongue up and down Grace’s tasty slick pink and button. Immediately, Grace grabbed Paige’s hair with one hand and pumped her hips towards Paige’s mouth.

As Paige continued her ministrations on the divine goddess of her heart, Grace continued to pump her hips and stop to shake every little while, all the while making soft inarticulate sounds. Paige was pretty sure that Grace was cumming up a storm. Paige was feeling very proud of her success at pleasing Grace. Everything was good about pussy sucking, figured Paige. Dick sucking, which she had tried, was super awkward and choky and no fun, but perhaps it had been the company as well. In contrast, pussy sucking, well it was basically flat and very wet, Grace was cumming all the damn time, which was very gratifying, and Grace tasted like sweet and sour pork, which is what they’d had for dinner. It was surreal to taste food cooked by her mom in the juices of her new lover.

Grace squeezed her legs together and slapped the back of Paige’s head. It felt like another orgasm. After, Grace petted Paige’s head, having realized that in the throes of her passion she had hit Paige pretty hard. Regardless, Paige was not letting go. She was a gila monster on the bucking Grace until Grace yelled for mercy or some such. Paige noticed that Grace had stuffed her blouse into her mouth to stay reasonably quiet. That’s why Paige kept hearing “Mmmph!” and “Rrrrrr!” a lot.

Finally, Grace backed away from Paige’s mouth, saying, “I can’t take any more, it’s too sensitive.”
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Grace

Paige had her finger pistoning in and out of Grace’s twat and across her clit. This had been Grace’s wet dream since she started having them, and suddenly she was living out the wet reality of it both figuratively and literally. She was losing her mind and starting to make some serious noise when Paige kissed her fiercely again. She came almost immediately then, a long one where her whole body stiffened and shook. She felt like Paige was fingering and kissing away years of frustration, romantic, sexual, and otherwise. When the orgasm was done, she felt totally relaxed and satisfied. As she lay limp, helpless, and shaking with aftershocks, Paige pulled off her panties, and Grace loved her for doing it that way.

Grace didn’t think life could get any better, but it did, because she felt Paige’s juicy tongue start to flick between her nether lips and up onto her clit and back. Grace went fucking insane. She grabbed one of their blouses, it turned out to be her own, and stuffed it into her mouth just in time to not alert Paige’s entire household to her universe-shattering climax. Then she grabbed Paige by the hair with both hands and probably pulled some of it out as she had another eye-crossing climax. She couldn’t believe how good Paige’s tongue felt. It was better than any toy, and also it was Paige doing it, which made it so good and so happy along with being so exciting.

"Jesus fuck!" Grace was bouncing like a bucking bronco with the intense pleasure of Paige’s tongue lashing, and Paige’s lips and tongue were staying on her clit like a professional rodeo star. She realized that she was treating Paige’s hair very roughly, so she went to touch it more gently, but then she had another orgasm, and instead she smashed Paige’s head between her legs and hit her on the back of the head. It was just so intense, she couldn’t stand it, and her body was flailing. Then it was too much, and Grace had to back away, and tell Paige it was too much.

“You were so good!” Grace told her right away in a whisper, “That was – I’m very sensitive – that was almost too much pleasure the whole time. Your tongue is magic!”

“Can I do more in a while?” asked Paige.

“You can do more anytime for the rest of my life! I am your slave slut bitch for eternity!” Grace whispered back.

“Don’t say that unless you’re serious.”

“I’m as serious as you want me to be, but girl, you haven’t even kicked the tires yet. What if I’m shit at licking pussy? I would advise you to know before talking about serious.” Grace whispered, giving Paige the eye.

With that, Paige lay back on the bed and spread for Grace. Hopefully, Paige got a corner of her pillow to bite on. It looked like a well-bitten corner.

“We’re both screamers, I see,” Grace said, and then she dove in. Because Paige was perfect in every way, her pussy juices were sweet like honey, but also tangy. Her taste was indescribably good. As Grace tasted her pussy, Paige grabbed Grace’s hair, gentler than Grace had probably done to her. Grace tried to do the best things that Paige had just done to her, and she must have done good, because a moment later Paige’s legs shot out, and she bawled into her pillow, and then her legs shook a little. Grace took a break to kiss Paige’s titties.

“Okay, I’m sold! I’m your love slave too! Ha-a-a-a-fuck!” Paige said a little too loud, because Grace had just gone back to licking her. Soon Grace had Paige bucking and shaking and screaming into her pillow again. It didn’t seem like it was taking either of them any time to get off. Is this what love is like? Grace got curious and picked Paige up by the legs. Her juices were all running down her ass crack. Mostly her ass tasted as sweet as the rest of her. A tiny bit of ass, but mostly sweet.

“So we’re going steady?” Grace asked.

“Damn right,” Paige confirmed.

Then Grace asked, “Who do we tell?”

“Nobody, for now,” Paige said.

“Agreed. This shit is complicated,” Grace said. Then, she had an idea. “Hey, my parents are gone right now. I don't have any siblings, so it's just me, myself, and I. Do you want to do a sleepover tonight at my house?”

“Damn right I do,” Paige replied, “But wait, my parents would have to hear from your parents it’s okay.”

“No problem,” Grace said, and texted her mother. Of course her mother said yes. “See the text message?”

Paige looked at it. “That will definitely be good enough. Let’s get out of here and go where we can make some NOISE!” she shouted, and they both laughed. They both threw on their clothes. Grace looked only a little worse for wear with a few smudges on her blouse. Paige looked beautiful. She was just radiating joy, as Grace was sure she also was.

As soon as they were put together, the chair was out from under the doorknob and Paige rushed downstairs to ask and show her parents Grace’s text message from her mother. Grace waited upstairs with bated breath. She shouldn’t have been nervous. It was okay, and Paige’s father was going to drive them over. Paige threw a change of clothes into her school backpack, and they were off to Grace’s house.
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Epilogue

Paige and Grace had a magical evening together at Grace’s house. They kissed and licked each other on a bearskin rug in the family room in front of a roaring fire for hours until they were both tired of sex. Then they went into the hot tub and kissed some more anyway. Grace confessed her longtime fascination with Paige, and Paige talked about her experiences with boys, which seemed like great funny stories to her all of the sudden. They stayed up way too late, but made it to school on time the next day thanks to Grace calling a taxi.

Many more sleepovers and weekends together followed. When Grace’s parents were away, they preferred to stay at Grace’s house. Eventually, their parents met, and Paige’s parents were concerned when they found out the girls hadn’t told them they were staying over there alone, but since no wild parties had happened, Paige’s parents calmed down about it after a few weeks.

Paige’s brother had suspected they were an item from the first night, having overheard a few things from the hallway. He was able to confirm his suspicions pretty easily. Paige swore him to secrecy, which, being a surprisingly decent lad, he honored.

Grace also liked staying at Paige’s house sometimes, because she did miss having her parents around occasionally, and Paige’s parents became like a second set of parents to her.

When the summer came, Grace went off on a one month trip to Europe with her parents, and both girls just about died from missing each other. After that, Grace either stayed home or Grace’s parents took Paige along. It was about this time that the parents all began to strongly suspect more than close friendship was going on. The parents discussed the theory among themselves, not involving the girls. Opinions ranged from “it’s a phase” to “true love forever,” but all were wise enough to know that even if they disapproved, resisting it would only make it stronger.

That’s how it was all through high school. When the time came for college, they both went to UC Santa Cruz. They remained a strong couple. Their sex life got really wild there, but that’s another story.

Oh, and they did get an A+ on that English assignment, just as Paige had planned.

The End

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Great story! I had high expectations after the first part and you didn't disappoint. Well done.



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Yay! Thank you. Were it not for your encouragement, I'm not sure I would have continued it past the first two sections.

Maintaining reasonable amounts of continuity between the two perspectives while keeping it interesting was a real challange. When they finally started confessing heartfelt things, I found it too difficult to keep two separate narratives interesting.

I became interested in doing a short story like this when I reread The Unbearable Lightness of Being recently. I realized that the dueling internal dialogs Milan Kundera sets up could only take place in written fiction. I don't think it's possible in any other medium. Maybe "Helpless" and "Satisfied" in Hamilton begin to come close? But not really. Even before "Satisfied" it's clear to the audience that Angelica wants to tap that.

Milan Kundera sets up all his characters to have so many things they'll never confess to another, so many things they don't know about themselves and so can't confess but that drive and inform their every action, and all the rich categories of how people basically don't communicate and don't listen. And also, I admire how he has the narratives play off one another and thereby become more rich. I wasn't able to accomplish 90% of that, but my attempt made me notice and appreciate those things, and so perhaps I can get closer at some future point when I want to again challenge/torture myself with this difficult form of narrative.
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