BDSM Games (GirlxGirl)

Chapter 10

             When I came home last night, Charlie was obviously overpowered by the smell of perfume that he didn't come close to me until I took a shower. Cleaning myself didn't just happen, I did something that I'd been meaning to do to relieve my built up sexual frustration. I grabbed the shower head and lowered my body to sit in the bathtub. A feeling of pleasure washed through me and I let out a quiet moan as my hand slithered down to my vagina. With each rub and stroke, I tensed. The pleasurable feeling was too good to stop; work didn't start for another two hours and I wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

             I began to visualise that it was someone else's hand instead of mine. Who would it be? Thoughts of the woman from last night flooded my mind and my speed increased. Flashbacks from her performance last night, her touch, and the way she spoke to me as if we were the only ones in the room pushed me over the edge. Although I had actual sex with Aviana, during last night I felt more connected to her than Aviana. I didn't need to know anything about her and yet the night felt so surreal.

             What it would take to forgive Aviana is if she sincerely apologises to me for her actions. From there I would purpose to sort out are differences and find a middle ground between us so we can get along and prevent fights.

             Just the thought of her made me unconsciously furrow my eyebrows. Even if she did apologise, do I deserve someone who's ego is bigger than their empathy? Who's ego is on the same level as their pride?

             Thinking about this situation left me feeling like normal. I stood up, put the shower head back on its stand and washed my hands. I finished cleaning the rest of myself and headed off to bed, remembering to feed Charlie at the last minute.

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              Nerves were all I felt in the morning before going into work and I couldn't be more paranoid with how I dressed. No matter how many layers of foundation and concealer I applied on the hickey, it still left hints of its presence on my neck.

             With an exasperated sigh, I left worrying about it to go find the things I needed for work today. I was running late, I've decided I would just make up a reasonable excuse. That's all I could do for myself now.  

             When I arrived at work, I was in a rush. I didn't have time to lounge in the staff room with Arthur. I had an hour to sort and review my lesson plan for today. As I sat at my desk, I counted the worksheets for my first two period classes that I have before lunch. If I rushed, I could go to the photocopier to make more copies just in case.

             It took me awhile to realise I was talking to myself quietly when I heard a clearing of the throat at the door. My head whipped over to find the second teacher I despised at this school. There stood José Cordova. Head of the History department and a real pain in my ass. If there was an argument between teachers or any kind of drama at all, José is the first to know and tell. 

              There was a sneaking suspicion that the only reason he was here is because of me. If Aviana told him what we had done on the weekend, that was my last straw. I wasn't about to take any more of her bullshit and I wasn't going to let her continue. As if trying to portray myself as a strong predator, I slowly walked toward him, chin up and shoulders pulled back. Eye contact was never broken, yet no one else had a subtle sinister grin than José. "You know what, Lacey, I never knew you drank alcohol, let alone go to bars with players like Aviana. Tell me, how did that combination come to happen?" Like I'd tell him. 

             "Mr Cordova, you're already aware that I'm not fond of you. If you already know that, why do you think I'll tell you about my personal life? You teach history with my friend Arthur, surely you won't think twice about crossing me or else you'll have started your own war." As I adjusted the papers in my arms, I strutted out of the room. My fingers had begun to shake from the confidence that I had to force myself to feel. Sighing as I arrived at the photocopying room, I removed some papers on top of the scanner to place mine on there instead. I would be quick, no problem. 

             Except, there was a problem. Another throat cleared behind me and I rolled my eyes as I turned to face whomever it was. "What do you want-" I stopped and pretended to cough. My stature was awkward and I wanted to run out from the photocopying room and all the way to my car so I could go home and cry from embarrassment. 

             She stood there without her usual sly grin on her face. The temperature in the room felt cold, at least to me. Aviana grazed past me to the photocopier, barely touching me. An empty feeling washed over me and I felt my heart drop. "Why did you move my papers?" Silence after she spoke. I had nothing to say to her, and I realised my equally as cold personality toward her was coming out. I remembered what she had said was wrong and hurtful, no matter what mood she was in, I wasn't going to feel empathy for her. Seconds passed and I finally spoke, "I needed the photocopier for a couple of minutes and no one else was in here. I wasn't going to take long."

             "Are you kidding me? You have at least five different papers!" Aviana was going to continue to rant until I notice her face morph into shock and then confusion. "What's wrong?" Her hand lightly touched the side of my neck with the love bite pathetically covered up with concealer. "Who gave this to you?" My hand instinctively reached and covered the spot. "Why does it matter? You don't need to be jealous, we're not together, remember?" Aviana's hand retreated back to her side and turned into a fist. "Did they hurt you?" Her voice cracked and I looked anywhere but at her. It was obviously this was ruining her, but then again, it could all be an act. "No, they were anything but hurtful and painful. Why do you care? I'm not some good fuck for you anymore." My cold tone set her off the edge. Aviana slammed the door shut and locked it. I backed against the wall foolishly, I knew this wouldn't get me anywhere but I needed to do something. 

             The distance between us became smaller as she quickly walked in my direction. Was I slightly sweating because of fear? Excitement? Or maybe was it arousal? It didn't matter, her lips crashed against mine, deep and sensual. I melted into the kiss and my hands wrapped around hers that were softly touching my cheeks. Our tongues moved in sync, however, we had separated again but not in the way I was expecting. Our foreheads were touching, our body's flush against each other, everything felt fine, it felt like the night we spent in each other's arms after making love. 

             "I don't think of you as a good fuck, Lacey." I tried to respond but she cut me off. "I'm insecure, I don't do well in relationships. I wanted us to be together, I still want a chance for us but you're right since my ego is so high, I make things go to shit when nothing is wrong."

            "Aviana-" An exasperated sigh came out of her mouth and I closed my mouth again. "Please let me finish, I'm not done."

            "I don't want to let you go, not just yet. I'm jealous because I want to be the only one marking you. I want to be the only one taking you out to dinner as a romantic gesture. I want to be the one for you, even though I still need to learn so much about relationships, I want to learn with you." It felt as if my breath was taken away. No one had confessed to me pinned against a wall except Aviana which, I'm not going to lie, is the hottest confession I've ever received. Boundaries were still going to be discussed between us, however, we can talk about them later. Right this moment, I wrapped my arms around her neck, gazing into her eyes. Her green irises stared back into my blue ones and I wished we could have stayed in that moment for a while longer. Unfortunately, an impatient asshole wanted this room instead of another photocopier on another floor. Our arms detangled from each other as we collected ourselves. 

             Aviana leant down to whisper in my ear before she unlocked the door. "I'll meet you in the staff room after school ends." 

             Why did I get an extremely dirty vibe from her order? Was I going to turn her down?

             Not a chance.

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I just got First Aid and CPR certified today! I'm proud of myself. 

Enjoy!

~Reid