Her Touch

20

WE TOOK OUR time in the shower. That time, Ava even allowed me to soap her down as well. I had a smile plastered on my face the whole time and a giddiness in my stomach, "come on now, I don't want to get wrinkled to a prune," she chuckled, making me place a kiss on her lips.
She smiled against my lips, before wrapping her arms around my neck, "this feels like heaven," she leaned her forehead against mine.
"Euphoria," I whispered, "let's wash off," I mumbled, making her drop her hands to her sides. She gave me one last peck on my cheek, before turning on the water to wash off our soapy bodies.
After getting out the shower and drying our skins, I gave her undergarments. The only problem was that she was a few sizes too large to fit into one of my bras.
"I have small boobs," I chuckled, as I looked down at my breasts and then at hers.
"They're perfect," she smiled, "I'll just reuse the bra I wore yesterday though," she walked over to the laundry hamper and picked up her bra that was on top of the pile.
"You might want to dry clean it," I chuckled, before grabbing my body spray off of my dresser and handing it to her.
"Kylie, breakfast is getting cold," I heard mom's voice, as she opened the door and walked in. Ava shrieked and covered her breasts with her arms, "oh god, sorry, um... I will be downstairs," mom dropped her eyes to the floor, before walking out.
I laughed, as Ava threw her bra at me, "that's not funny," she grumbled and dropped her arms from her chest. I caught the item and scanned the cup size, "give that to me," she scrambled it away, before slipping the straps through her arms and hooking it, "pervert," she mumbled, as she walked over to the dresser and picked up the hair brush.
"Your ass looks so cute with Mickey Mouse plastered across it," she grimaced and began to brush her hair.
I walked over to her and opened the drawer that stored all of my sports bras. I took out one and slipped it on, as Ava let out a loud sigh.
"What's wrong?" I questioned, turning to face her. She placed the brush down and looked at me.
"I'm so happy, yet so sad," I placed my hands in hers.
"The drama getting to you, huh?"
"You think she'll ever accept me?" She questioned, her sad, grey eyes looking into mine.
"I don't know," I whispered, leaning closer, "but she would be a fool not to," a tear slipped down her cheek, making me wrap my arms around her body.
"You're so warm," she mumbled, her voice a bit stifled, "and you smell so nice," I hummed, as she pressed her nose against my skin and inhaled deeply, "I don't know how to describe it."
I gently traced my tongue along the crook of her neck, "you taste like nothing I've ever tasted before," I placed a kiss on her jaw, making her let out a moan, "everyone is unique, and no one tastes like fruit," I chuckled, as she pinched my waist.
"Ouch, that hurts," I pouted, making her sink her teeth into my bottom lip. She gently sucked, before releasing and trailing her tongue across my lip. I moaned, as her tongue entered my mouth, grazing along my enamels, before she latched her lips around the tip of my tongue and gently sucked, my body filling with desire. I then felt a sudden wetness against my cheek and realized that she was crying again, "I'm always with you," I whispered, after she released my tongue from between her teeth, our foreheads pressed together, as she continued to sob.
* * *
WE WENT DOWN for breakfast after we got dressed. Ava decided to take the day off, especially since she was in no stable mood, including the fact that she had nothing appropriate to wear.
I decided to still head to school, since it would have been a little suspicious when we both wouldn't attend on the same day. We didn't need unwanted attention from anyone. I would have just plugged in my headphones as some other teacher, who had to watch over the class, sat and dozed off.
The table was a bit awkward. And Ava couldn't look mom in the eyes, "Kylie, I'm leaving tomorrow morning, the boss wants me back."
"I'm pretty sure Brian can go a few more days without you," I chuckled, "but it's okay."
"Hey, I have important work to do."
"Which means you have to bend over your boss's desk?" Her eyes widened.
"Kylie! That was once and I didn't know you were coming over," she defended, her cheeks tinted with embarrassment.
"Yeah, his assistant let me in. I bet she got nightmares that night too," she crossed her arms over her chest.
"The door was supposed to be locked," she mumbled, clearly irritated.
"And you weren't supposed to be spreading your legs, but you technically weren't," she frowned. I didn't know why I brought that up. The situation had disgusted me so much that I couldn't look at her without cringing for a few months.
"Oh, shut up, what about Ava having an orgasm on your stomach?" I felt a lump stuck in my throat, as Ava gasped.
My grandfather cleared his throat and pushed back his chair, as he got up, "I'm going to the country club," it didn't seem as though he could bare the awkwardness anymore.
We all nodded, before he left without another word, "Kylie, why did you tell your mother that?" Ava nudged my arm.
"That's nothing, I expect mind blowing orgasms from this one," mom wiggled her eyebrows, before getting up and picking up the plates.
"I'm so embarrassed," Ava covered her face with the palms of her hands.
"Um... I had this dream where I was about to eat you," I forced a smile, trying to relieve some of the embarrassment on her part.
"Oh really, please tell me you at least got to the good stuff in the dream," mom beamed.
"You woke me up before I could get there," I mumbled, making her scrunch up her nose.
"Ewww, I was there when you had a wet dream," she whined, "that's so gross."
"Oh, shut it," I looked at Ava, who wore a bright red shade on her cheeks, "did you call in to say you're taking the day off?" She nodded, making me press my lips together.
I placed my hand on her exposed thigh and brought my lips closer to her ear, "when we're alone, there's something I want to try," I whispered, making her shiver and let out a low breath.
"Hey, you lovebirds, keep the touching inside your room," mom scolded.
I rolled my eyes and kissed Ava on her cheek, before I got up and stretched my arms, "I'm going to head to school, I'm already late."
* * *
THE CLASS WAS a drag, especially since there wasn't even a teacher to watch over the class, allowing the students to talk their brains away.
"Look, it's the dyke," Emily walked over to my desk and slammed her fist down.
I looked at her with an emotionless expression, "what do you want Miss Wannabe?" I grumbled.
"Oh nothing, I was just wondering where you bought your top from, I want it," she grinned, making me arch my brow, "take it off or I'll take it off myself."
"I want to see you try," she chuckled, before snapping her fingers, as her other two friends surrounded me. I looked down to see one of the girls' shoelace was untied. I pressed my lips together, as Emily grabbed my arm.
"Get up bitch," she snarled, pulling me. I stepped on the girl's shoelace and bumped into her, making her fall forward and land on Emily, then onto the other girl. It was like a game of dominoes.
I picked up my satchel and stepped over the bitches, as they tried to get up, "don't fuck around with me," I walked out of the class, the students cheering. I let out a deep breath, as I walked into the library. I had a tutoring session after lunch, so I decided to read a book while I waited.
I browsed through the bookshelves, glancing through the old, dusty and untouched. No one really used the library. If they did, it was for studying and tutoring, but the books were never the main point to go there.
I gave up on searching for a book, feeling in the mood to write something. I took out a notebook from my satchel and a pencil, before beginning to scribble down a random story off of my head.
Surprisingly, it was more realistic and pertained to me more than just something random. The bell, signalling for lunch, rang and I couldn't stop writing. The words flowed through my mind and onto the paper. I had never written anything about myself before, but as I wrote each word, I felt a weight being lifted off of my shoulders. I smiled, as I read through what I had written, tears slowly streaming down my face. But I wasn't sad, I was happy. In a way, I felt as though I was finally letting go. I tore out the pages of what I had written from the book and ripped them apart. I took a deep breath, as I got up and walked over to the trash can, near the entrance of the library, and threw the torn pieces away. It was like throwing away my past, my pain and my misery. I smiled, as I walked back to the table and sat down, my eyes finally feeling like it had sparkled after a very long time.