What a Girl Wants

Chapter Eighteen

Mandy Bailey sat in class gazing out of the window. A tap on her shoulder made her turn. Callie pointed to the door, smiling. Once Gabby had apologized and Callie had accepted, the three of them became cool again. And Mandy was grateful. She and Callie would be in so many other classes together and she didn't need or want the drama. Facing the door, Mandy saw Gabby standing outside, waving at her. Seeing her girlfriend's face made her entire body light up. Mandy excused herself and exited it. "What are you doing here?"

"Class finished early. I wanted to see you."

"Babe, we're going to dinner later, remember?"

"I know." Walking hand in hand, they headed to the bathroom. Gabby locked the door before washing her hands.

"Wait. What are you doing?" Miranda half-assedly asked. She knew exactly what was happening. They'd had sex all over campus. And it never took long to reach her end because just the thought of Gabby's tongue was enough to get her halfway to her climax.

The sophomore put a finger to her lips. "I like that skirt you're wearing." She pushed up Mandy's blue skirt revealing her purple panties. "And I like those." The things they got into never failed to knock the freshman clean off her feet. Like now, Gabby had her against the locked door, one leg risen and was eating her gingerly and properly.

Mandy's toes curled in her shoes. Why had sex never felt like this before? Was it because Gabby touched her body the way she, a woman, liked to be touched? Gently and with real passion? Or because she actually heard Mandy's moans that told her exactly what to do and what spots to hit? "Gabrielle," she whispered, her chest heaving.

"Come on my face, frosh." The aggressiveness of her comment made Mandy cry out as Gabby's fingers pushed deeper into her hole. "So you can go back to class with a smile on yours." She loved pleasing Mandy. Always making sure she got hers. And it made Mandy eager to do the same. It still felt weird to get between someone's legs and not see a piece ready to thrust, but an opening ready to accept. But when Mandy looked at Gabby, all she wanted to do was cycle through the five senses of loving her.

"Kiss me, Gabby," she pleaded forcing her to get up. Gabby stood and kissed her, placing her thigh right against Mandy's button, easing her hand around her neck semi-roughly before Mandy rocked herself to a quick finish. "Mmmm... God!!"

"Babe," Gabby laughed as Mandy's body jerked, "you're such a screamer." A tear fell from the freshman's eye. How was she supposed to go back to class under a sex daze? She leaned against the door for a second, catching her breath and wanting to sink to the floor. Her panties were askew and she went to adjust them and Gabby stopped her, sliding a finger along the most sensitive part of Mandy's body making her shake. "Don't... go just like that."

Mandy's cheeks reddened. "I'm going to pay you back," she told her already thinking of ways to do just that.

"I can't wait. And..."

"And?"

Gabby wiggled her brows. "I have something for you."

Mandy grinned. "What is it?" She asked as they washed their hands.

Gabby leaned over her, her braids falling over their shoulders, and stared at her through the mirror. "You'll love it."

"You promise?"

"I guarantee." With a quick kiss, they both left the bathroom. She loved being on at all-women's college because no one thought twice about the two of them coming out of the bathroom and going their separate ways. Or when they held hands, it was just a thing that people did that only became taboo when they left the grassy campus. Mandy checked her watch and realized that she'd been gone for almost fifteen minutes. Failing to return inconspicuously, her professor looked at her and she put her head down while going to her seat.