Don't believe everything you hear | WLW

Chapter Twenty One | Lust

Evelyn Carmine POV

I'm kissing my enemy again after I said it was a mistake. We're making out, in a school closet where anyone could hear or unlock the door. How do I get put in these kind of situations?

We're both a whimpering mess. She breaks away from the kiss and my heart rate picks up. Does she think this is a mistake? Did I do something wrong—

She places her lips on my neck. Oh god that feels good. I turn my head to the side, moving my hair so she can get better access. She places soft kisses on my neck and I moan quietly. She starts to massage my breast against my tank top. She stops for a minute, maybe scared I will pull away. I don't want this feeling to end. I run my hands through her hair and she continues.

It goes like this for a while before I pull her face, and kiss her deeply.

"Please." I whisper. I don't know what I'm asking for. The throbbing between my legs grows.

She moves her right hand and rubs my clit from over my jeans.

"Is this okay?" She whispers, breaking the kiss looking me in my eyes with lust.

"Yes." I say breathlessly. I need more. I shouldn't be doing this here.

Alethea moves her hand away and I whine because of the lost contact. She moves her hand and unzips my jeans. She looks at me, asking for consent with her eyes. I nod.

She moves her hand in my panties and rubs her finger on my clit. I moan loudly and she covers my mouth with her left hand. I hear keys and foot steps in the hallway and I look at Alethea with wide eyes. She doesn't stop her movements and I bit her hand. We hear the door knob rattle and she takes her hand out of my pants. I turn around and hear a feminine voice.

"Alethea? Everything good in there?" a teacher says.

"Um— yeah, yeah. The door locked me in and I couldn't get out." Alethea stutters nervously. She doesn't look me in the eyes.

"Oh it does that sometimes hold on I have the key." The teacher says from outside the door. I zip up my jeans and try to regulate my breathing.

The door opens and I am faced with a confused ELA teacher.

"Evelyn what are you doing in here?" she asks.

I have to come up with a lie fast. "I was helping Alethea with her supplies and then the door wouldn't open."

"Oh gosh I'm sorry. I'll keep the door open and you guys will bring the supplies to the classroom. I'm sorry again. I was beginning to worry!" The ELA teacher laughs.

"No, no it's okay." Alethea says laughing nervously as she bends down and picks up the posters and markers from off the floor. I bend down and help her to stick to my lie. I can't look at her so I turn around and walk out the door.

I begin walking to her classroom with footsteps trailing behind me. I hear the door shut. Me, Alethea, and the teacher walk in her classroom.

"Um where do you want me to put these?" I ask.

"Oh you can set them down on my desk honey. Thank you!" The teachers name who I am still unaware of says.

I set down the things and smile at the teacher before I grab a glance at Alethea. She looks nervous and immediately pulls her eyes away from mine when I look. Oh god.

"Sorry for the trouble. Do you need me to write a late pass?" She asks.

"No I'm okay. It's my passing period anyways." I say, walking to the door. I'm afraid she can see what me and Alethea did just by looking at us. I need to get out of here FAST.

I walk out of the classroom quickly and I go to the bathroom. I put my hands on the sink and look in the mirror.

"Oh my god." I mutter breathlessly fixing my hair.

I feel sexually frustrated because Alethea didn't make me finish because of a damn teacher. I feel my wetness dripping down my thighs. Maybe it's better the teacher came in when she did. Who knows what could have happened.

What have I done? Every year i've berated Alethea for being a lesbian. Ruined her life because of it. And now she's helping me, and I run off. I've kissed her three times now, and she had her hands in my pants. What the fuck? What's wrong with me. Especially in school. I can't stop excusing my thoughts and actions towards Alethea.

I can't fight the feeling in between my legs when I see her. Or the jealousy I feel when I see her with someone else. Dreaming about Alethea, touching her in places only I can. What am I going to do?