Something to Remember - trixya

What Becomes of the Brokenhearted

1960

If someone had told Katya two months ago that her best friend felt the same as her, and would eventually become her secret girlfriend, she would have laughed at it loudly.

They were now each other's other half, and this time it was for real. There was an important dynamic between them, that was born at the same time as their relationship. "We have to be discreet and careful", this was their motto and they decided to protect themselves until they were no longer under this roof, until they were away from their families and, if they were lucky enough, maybe going to the same college. There was nothing that could stop them, and Katya felt like she could bear anything as long as she had Trixie by her side.

A new decade had just started, and with it new hopes of a bright future for both of them. Even though their love was young and just starting, for Katya it was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She felt loved, she felt like she mattered, and that Trixie appreciated every part of her. While her parents were there to criticize her mistakes, Trixie just needed to look at her to feel happy.

One cold Friday in January, after their last class, Sister Magdalene had asked her and Trixie - since they were the last ones to leave the classroom - to take all the Bibles that were used in the lesson and store them in the big Library. Their teacher had to rush to the hospital because her mother didn't feel well, and they agreed.

Since it was late in the afternoon, there was no one at the Bibliotheca, so both of them were talking freely, laughing at dumb comments.

"You know she only asked us because she only trusts you," Katya referred to Sister Magdalene.

"Of course, she always looks at you with literal hate in her eyes, since you always make her furious with your comments." Both of them giggled, as they stored the books where they usually were.

"I know, but you have them wrapped around your finger. All of them adore you..." Katya was impressed at how easily the teachers and nuns trusted the other blonde, and had a sweet spot for her. But Trixie wasn't dumb, she had told her that she did that so her scores were a little bit better, to which Katya replied that she was a psychopath. Still that had an advantage, since they were together all the time, now Katya wasn't as controlled by the authorities as before. They all left her alone, and it was all thanks to Trixie.

"That's right, but you haven't realized that I did that to you as well..." Katya looked at Trixie, who had a sly smile, supporting her sides on the bookshelf. Suddenly, an uncontrollable need to kiss her woke up inside of Katya, but firstly, she checked around the place, and so did the blonde in front of her.

When they were sure they were alone, both of them met halfway, their lips crushing with each other in a very desired contact. Katya supported her right hand on her jaw and the other one on her waist, so she could bring Trixie closer to her.

When their bodies were brushing with each other, Trixie moaned slightly on her lips. Katya still had the urge of kissing every spot that was visible, so her neck was the other place that her mouth was exploring.

"Are you the teacher's pet?" She was teasing her, asking with want as the Midwestern was sighing in desire.

"Y-Yes..." She replied, nodding senselessly. Katya was already smiling at how easily she had her under control with her movements.

"Meanwhile you're acting like a goodie two-shoes in front of everyone and, actually you're a needy brat, that likes to be touched by me." Katya wanted to take her to the edge making those comments, but at the same time, she was turned on by this. Her hands wanted to explore Trixie's body, conforming herself with touching her breasts over her shirt. Trixie was wearing her uniform and that brought her more to the edge, not letting her think in something else than having her in her bed.