Take me to church | girlxgirl

I don't think Eve would've had an orgasm after a thrust of a finger

"How did Adam and Eve found out about sex?" Robin rested her head on her palm, looking down at her best friend who was panting after coming down from her high. "Like, did eve accidentally touch her clit and was amazed by how good it felt? And then went on to explore the vagina and was like, 'ooh there's a hole' then she poked through it and had an orgasm and was like, 'what the fuck?!' then she remembered Adam's dick being thicker than her fingers and then bam!"

"I don't think eve would've had an orgasm after a thrust of a finger. I certainly wouldn't." Carrie chuckled lazily.

"Really?" With a mischievous smile, Robin slithered her hand underneath the covers, cupping Carrie's still wet sex.

"Stop. We're gonna be late." Carrie slaps the hand away before heading to the bathroom. They have already wasted fifteen minutes and now they had to rush.

Lucia Caroline Andrews, known as Carrie, was Robin's best friend, now friend with benefits, thanks to that one drunken night. Surprisingly, they were both open to the idea of sleeping with each other. It worked perfectly as Robin wanted to get over Yohan, while Carrie merely found enjoyment in sex. The arrangement was perfect.

As she waited for her best friend to finish showering, Robin stared up the ceiling, head filling up with thoughts of Yohan once again.

Robin used to like playing all or nothing. Leaving her fate to the hands of someone who can make her feel like either she's in heaven or hell, it's terrifying yet exciting. However, at seventeen, Robin realized it wasn't faith that she had, rather it was blind trust, and only idiots trust blindly.

Now, she wonders how everyone expect her to believe in something she can't see. To blindly put her trust in an all mighty being who's above us all. But then again, she remembers Sister Maria saying that God has never asked anyone to believe anything that does not rest upon a foundation. What is that foundation? The bible? A book with several contradictions, promotion of slavery, incest, and misogyny? If that's the foundation, then Robin wasn't going to fall into the trap and believe in any of it.

And so during her second class of the day, she stood outside of the classroom, waiting for her Philosophy class to end. She was going to hear another lecture from Miss Raven after saying "Jesus throws temper tantrums. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Get it? Apple?" And when some of her classmates giggled, Miss Raven told her to go out.

"So, what did she say this time?" Carrie asked, popping a grape in her mouth. The break time aside from lunch lasts only for twenty minutes, of which Robin and Carrie spends eating at the cafeteria.

"Same old. Though I'm quite sure she almost called me spawn of Satan." Robin shrugged. It wasn't like it's her first time being called out for her behavior. Plus, they couldn't really do anything more than that considering her mother is an alumni and one of the biggest sponsor of the school.

Discipline and obedience were supposed to be practiced by all of the students in the school. Required uniforms, 2 inches above the ankle socks, and even lining up after breaktime to go back the classroom. Robin thought it was absurd- lining up by height like kindergarten students. It was as though it's the institution's way of producing docile bodies. Nevertheless, she complied, but would stand at the back of the line even when she wasn't the tallest. Nobody really called her out for it.

"Come back here, little devil."

Except maybe Isabelle Afia d'Andrea, the student council president who's so bent on following rules that Robin wonders if she gets off from it. With her dark brown (almost raven) hair, sparkling green eyes, wrinkle free uniform, and the fakest smile of all, Isabelle was the perfect student, perfect daughter, perfect follower of Christ. And God, did Robin want to see that fake perfection crumble down.