Mari: Year One [Completed]

Chapter Two: Linger

Jessamine stood there for a full minute, trying to ponder what happened. It seems that her thoughts spiraled into something that's out of her control. There was something about that woman, at first she had been unwilling and guarded, now she suddenly flirted with her as if it were nothing.

"Ugh, she smells so good, I need to ask what her perfume is!" Jessamine moped, annoyed that they had different classes at this time. The thoughts of Mari lingered as she went to class, the way she walked, gracefully, as if she were easily gliding through with each step. How she upholds herself, with proper stature and poise, and her face. A face that every woman would kill to have either on their heads itself or in between their spread–

"Oh damnit!" Jessamine muttered, blushing even more while class progressed. She had very dirty thoughts about Mari, and it was starting to drive her on edge. She could feel it in her being, spreading slowly like the moisture that is intensifying between her own legs at the moment.

"What I'd have her do to me..." Jessamine thought errantly, and sighed again. She had never been in a relationship with a woman before, it was only boys and they only did touchy stuff never all the way. But the moment Mari closed in on her like that, it felt like her perception changed.

Her thoughts coalesced as her fantasies intensified.

"Hi, I feel a bit ill, I need to be excused for a bit." Jessamine said to the professor, who nodded blankly. She hurried off to the washroom, the most isolated one in the university and stared into the mirror. She was still fine, she looked good enough, maybe Mari is really attracted to her that's why and that she passes her standards.

"Damn." Jessamine muttered now, "She really is a beauty."

Her thoughts blurred for a bit as she entered a stall, hoping to simply relieve herself of her bladder. She stared at her underwear and they were soaked, nearly dripping even.

"Oh what the hell..." Jessamine said to herself and put her hands on that special place.

It was a pleasurable feeling, even more so than what she feels when she usually does this at home, in her room. She had to fight to stifle her moans as she imagined Mari having her way with her, using her body, doing everything to her. Jessamine closed her eyes as she reached the verge of her climax, building, rushing to the end but the stall suddenly opened and there she was.

Mari was smiling down at her.

"Need help?" she asked quietly, and Jessamine nodded without a word. She spread her arms, she spread her legs as Mari went to her, their lips interlocked, creating art as their tongues lashed against each other. Mari's hand slowly moved down to her chest, playing, pressing and even fondling it before it slowly made its way down to that place. Her place.

Jessamine let out a loud moan of pleasure as Mari's delicate fingers entered her, it was sheer ecstasy to her.

"How about I use my mouth?" Mari said after a couple of seconds and Jessamine nodded, she lowered her head and did it. Gently yet with purpose, driven as if to pleasure her and her alone. Her toes scrunched in anticipation as she felt it building, intensifying and then it happened.

"Mari!" Jessamine groaned, and she did not stop, she kept going and going and going until.

"Oh shit, not again!" Jessamine whimpered and it rocked her, a second and surprisingly instant climax that shuddered through her being.

Her eyes closed for a few seconds, as she opened them, Jessamine was alone in the stall, her hand on her crotch. It wasn't real, it was simply a fantasy.

"Fuck..." she muttered to herself as she started to fix her clothes up.

She left the bathroom a bit peeved and drained, yet she felt lighter. Her thoughts still honed in on Mari, who was still probably in class.