Her Touch

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LEAVING THE PRINCIPAL'S office, my mind was racing and heart was jumping in my chest.
The thought of seeing Ava made my blood rush with excitement. I missed her and really wanted to feel her lips against mine, but I knew I couldn't. I had to wait until we were home.
Standing in front of the classroom's door, my heart's pace increased rapidly, "Kylie?" I heard Ava's voice, as she opened the door slightly, "Kylie," she snapped her fingers in front of my face. I gulped and stood frozen. Her glasses made her look so sexy that it was hard to control myself.
"I... uh..." I swallowed and gripped my back pockets with the tips of my fingers.
She opened the door wider and stepped aside, so that I could enter, "did something happen?" She questioned, as she closed the door.
"No," I mumbled, before standing awkwardly next to her desk. Checking the time on my wrist watch, there were eleven more minutes before the period would start.
"Are you sure?" She walked over to me and placed her hands on my waist. I closed my eyes, as a feeling of comforting relief washed over me.
"Kiss me," I whispered, my eyes reopening to look into hers, "I want you to kiss me," her beautiful grey eyes, covered by the lens of her glasses, made my heart flutter with admiration. She was so gorgeous, sophisticated and mine.
Leaning closer to her, our lips brushed against each other. Her fingers tightened against my waist and the feeling of her hot breath touching my cheek made my chest burst with happiness.
"You're so beautiful," she mumbled, leaning her forehead against mine. I hummed, as she pressed her lips against my own, the soft pads gently indulging into our lust filled moment, leaving us both breathless.
As our lips parted, our embrace didn't. We leaned against each other for the remaining minutes that we had together, enjoying the peace and love that flowed through our veins and radiated.
Her breathing was so calm and soft. Her mouth was ajar and her fresh breath that smelled of passion fruit and coffee filled my nostrils with comfort.
My mind was consumed admiring her graceful beauty-the glossy shine of her grey eyes and long lashes, the small curve of her lips that held a breathtaking smile and her long, black hair that my fingers found themselves caressing.
"You're extremely gorgeous," I smiled and sank my teeth into my bottom lip, just before we heard chatter coming from the hallway.
I stepped away and attempted to walk past her to get to my seat, but she grabbed my wrist, pulling me toward her, before placing a kiss on my lips, "I love you," she kissed my forehead and the tip of my nose.
Releasing my wrist, I felt a slight blush creep onto my face, as I headed over to my desk and sat. She blew me a kiss, before twitching the lock on the door, which I didn't know she had locked in first place, and opened it, before walking over to her desk and sitting.
'I love you too,' I mouthed, knowing that she was looking at me. She grinned and sexily winked, before turning her attention to the door, as a student entered.
* * *

AFTER CLASS, I went to my locker to place my Literature textbook inside, "hey, stranger," I felt someone smack my ass and then lean against the locker next to mine.
"What the fuck!" I grumbled and shoved her arm, obviously offended by her unpleasant gesture.
"Easy there, hotstuff," she stepped back and grinned at me.
I closed my locker and was about to walk away, before she grabbed my wrist, "don't touch me," I spat, as I tugged my hand away.
"You never texted, I was just worried," she fluttered her eyes and stepped closer to me, "I missed you," she used her thumb to touch my cheek.
Slapping her hand away, I gave her a disgusted look, "you're pathetic," I grumbled and gripped the strap of my backpack.
"Want to hang out later?" She ignored my insult.
"Oh, so you can tell your friends that you fucked me again?" I shook my head, evidently angry.
"I would never, hotstuff, where did you hear that from?" I quirked a brow and looked at her in disbelief.
"Next time you ever say shit about me, remember that I won't think twice before I kick your ass."
"Feisty, I like it," she grinned and bit down on her upper lip.
"Fuck off," I walked away.
* * *
I HAD TWO tutoring sessions, before I finally was done for the day. The house was quiet, as I entered, the peace strangely unsettling to me. I walked into the kitchen to see Midnight curled up beneath a kitchen stool, his paws stretched out in front of his face.
"Hi, Meme," I greeted, as I walked over to the fridge and opened it, "where's your mommy?" I took out a bottle of water, before closing it, "wait, does that make me your mom now too?" I furrowed my brows and thought for a moment. We were just dating, it wasn't that serious yet.
I pressed my lips together and leaned against the kitchen counter. Or is it? He meowed, causing me to look down at him, "do you know something that I don't?" I knelt down in front of him and stretched my hand to caress his soft, black fur, "would you like me to be your mommy?" I shivered at my use of words.
Getting up, I opened the bottle of water and placed the cap onto the counter.
Did I want kids? I was eighteen, I didn't have to think about that, or did I? Ava and I were starting to move pretty fast. The exchange of heartfelt 'I love yous' were already on the table and we were having pretty decent sex. I scrunched up my nose and scoffed. The sex was more than decent, it was great. I took a sip of the water and rested the bottle onto the countertop.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, kids. Those two words in one thought made me cringe. But then sex sometimes led to pregnancy, which resulted to kids. So, the two were connected, but were so inappropriate together.
I'm a lesbian, I'm never having kids. But there's adoption, or I could use a sperm donor, or adoption. It wasn't a too bad idea actually. I agreed with my thoughts and sighed.
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex.
Do I like sex? I nodded in serious consideration. Do I want kids? Probably, like maybe when I was fifty and got very lonely, but I did love my solitude and would always have Ava to fit into my comfort zone.
Will we still be together when I turn fifty and she would be fifty-five? There was a possibility, unless I died in a car crash or got murdered.
Why am I being so negative? Okay, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, I love Ava, she loves me, we should be kissing, yes! One, two, three.
I was getting so weird. I shook my head to snap myself from my thoughts and walked out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into my room, where I plopped myself onto my bed.
Kylie and Ava, girlfriends in a tree, Ava will you marry me?
Fuck. My eyes widened. Why am I thinking about that? Why? Why? I smacked myself on the forehead with the palm of my hand. You're insane, utterly insane. I groaned, as I buried my face into the softness of a pillow.
Why am I thinking so much? Why am I thinking about kids and marriage? I didn't intend to indulge myself in any of those in the near future, but what if that was what Ava wanted? Did she want the white, picket fence and kids running around in the front yard, a beautiful husky and Midnight lying under the tree, looking at his human siblings playing with his animal sibling?
Maybe I did need to see a psychiatrist. My mind was racing thoughts about the future as though I was in desperate need to start a family. I don't want that, I want Ava and I... and a white picket fence with a dog, a cat and kids. Fuck me. I smacked my head repeatedly with my hands. What's wrong with you?
I got up and headed into the bathroom. As I looked at my reflection in the mirror, my blue eyes held deep concern for myself. I rested my weight on my hands, that sat upon the surface of the sink, and leaned closer to the mirror, as though staring intently at another person.
"Tell me what you want," I gritted my teeth, "I thought you wanted to go to college and be independent, but now you're thinking about kids," my eyebrows furrowed, "you're not fit to be a mother, you're a child yourself."
"Baby, are you okay?" I heard Ava's voice behind me. I turned to her and felt relief wash over me.
"Don't ever leave me alone again," I rushed over to her and wrapped my arms around her neck, "my thoughts are scary," I mumbled, as I inhaled her intoxicating scent.
"Baby, were you talking to yourself?" She whispered, tightening her grip around me.
"Did you hear all of it?" I pressed my lips together and felt my heart pounding inside of my chest.
"I heard enough to know that we need to talk," she released me and took a step back, "what's on your mind?" She smiled and placed her hand in mine, before guiding me over to the bed.
"Too much," I sighed and took a seat. She sat right next to me and placed her hand on my thigh with comfort.
"You know, just because we love each other doesn't mean we need to push things. I know you're not ready for that and neither am I," I let out a deep breath and threw my back onto the fabric of the bedding.
"I was overthinking," she leaned next to me and ran her hand up my torso.
"Allow me to enjoy my youth, woman, you already want to put sperm into my vagina," she scrunched up her nose and scoffed.
"Adoption is a good choice," she picked up a pillow and smacked my face with it, before bursting into a fit of laughter.
Tossing the pillow away, she tackled me, pinning my arms over my head, "put a ring on it first," she shook my arms, as she gripped my wrists and chuckled. My eyes widened and I swallowed, my anxiety levels rising, "I'm fucking with you," she released my hands and sighed, "baby, I don't expect you to think about all that stuff the day after we profess our love for each other," I pressed my lips together and looked at her for a moment, before saying anything.
"But I actually want all of those things. The house, the animals and the kids," I inhaled deeply and looked away.
"I want those things too," she slowly shook her head and leaned her face closer to mine, "but that's for the future. You need to finish college first and I need to set my life on track. We need to grow into the persons we want to be first, then Miss Blanckaert, we'll consider adoption and marriage."
I smiled and stretched my face upward to kiss her on her lips, "I love you," I whispered and placed my hands on her hips, "I love you so much."
"I love you too," she rolled off of me and onto the bed beside me, before intertwining our fingers.
"Where's grandpa?" I turned my head to face her, so that I could look into her stunning, grey eyes.
"Probably at the country club," I nodded and continued to stare at her, "I took a week off for your mother's wedding, and you, my love, will be my tour guide around the city," I smiled and touched her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
"Will I get detention for skipping class for an entire week?" I pouted and slid my thumb across her forehead.
"That would be very naughty of you. I'd have to talk to the principal about it."
"You won't punish me yourself?" She smirked and ran her hand down my side.
"I would, but I'd be ditching school too," her hand stopped right above my bum.
"So you need to be punished too," I whispered and flicked her nose with my index finger.
"Ouch, that hurt," she whined, as I jumped off of the bed. Grabbing my arm, she pulled me back down and smothered my face with a pillow, not being able to contain her laughter.
"I surrender! I surrender!" I screamed, my words being stifled by the pillow against my mouth.
"What did you say?" She raised the pillow from my face.
"I surrender," she chuckled, before placing a kiss upon my cheek.
"You are so fucking adorable, I could just eat you up," she pinched my cheek, making me to squirm away from her.
"That hurts," I rubbed the spot and pouted.
"Then I'll kiss it better," I shook my head and stood, before crossing my arms over my chest. She frowned and stayed seated, looking at me.
"Where were you today?" She furrowed her brows.
"I picked Natalie up from school and we went to the park for a bit, you know, sisterly bonding," I sighed and used my fingers to move her messy hair from covering her beautiful face.
"That girl approached me today," I informed, wanting to be honest with her.
"The one who has a major crush on you?" I arched a brow and rubbed my chin with my index finger.
"You're going to have to be more specific, everyone has a major crush on me," I grinned, pretending to be conceited.
"Oh, shut up, don't remind me. I'm going to have to buy a shotgun to keep them away from you."
"Don't be ridiculous, I was just fucking with you."
"I wasn't," she tapped her fingers against her thigh and looked at me directly in the eye.
"Your possessiveness was just taken to another level," she pulled me by my hand and allowed me to sit on her lap.
"Maybe not something so drastic, I'll be an old lady and use a stick instead," I shoved her shoulder and chuckled.
"You're fucking ridiculous," she snickered and pinched my side.
"So what did she want?" I bit down on the inside of my cheek, knowing that she wasn't going to like what I was about to tell her.
"She asked why I didn't text her and she might have smacked my ass," I shut my eyes and waited for Ava's outburst.
"You're not serious, right?" I nodded, my eyes still closed, "that fucking bitch," she grumbled and slid from under me.
"Don't be upset, I told her to fuck off and shoved her, so I handled it on my own."
"Sure you did, you probably liked it," she began to pace the room and I scoffed.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me, I handled the situation, what's your problem?" She looked at me in disbelief.
"What's my problem?" She asked rhetorically, "she touched your ass, that's highly inappropriate."
"I didn't say it isn't, but why do you have to have a bitch fit because of it?" She shook her head, her anger rising.
"She touched my girlfriend's ass!" She yelled and placed her hands over her head, as she continued to pace the room.
"Well fuck, scream it for the entire town to hear," I rolled my eyes and crossed my ankles.
"Maybe I should, because some people need to know their boundaries."
I sighed and stood, her jealousy and possessiveness making the nerves in my brain thump vigorously, "babe, you know you can't," she dropped her hands to her sides and let out a deep breath.
"I'm sorry for getting so worked up," she apologized, as I wrapped my arms around her neck.
"It's okay."
"If only I could tell her off," she enthused and tightened her grip around me.
"And what would you say? Bitch back off from my woman?"
"Something along the lines of that, but let's throw in me telling her that I own a rifle and have access to a dump site," I grimaced, not that she could see.
"What do you want me to make you for dinner?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
"You're cooking?" I nodded and released my arms from being hooked around her neck.
"I make a killer stuffed plantain," she smiled and slid her fingers through my hair.
"Can mine have veggies?" I kissed her forehead and nodded.
"Anything you want, babe."