The Awkward Dating Life of a Queer Girl (girlxgirl)

CHAPTER 7 - You Must Study Hard

"OH SAM! LOOK AT THIS!"
Adele squealed pulling my hand at the direction of a new painting. We were at one of her friends gallery opening, I thought it would be quite fun actually. I mean, I liked art. I did not understand that much about it, but Jess had explained a lot of things to me. So I thought I could be consider an intermediate student at that subject. Or at least that was what I thought before coming to Adele's friend gallery. Saying he had a dark way of seeing the world was an euphemism. Almost all his paintings were black and white and abstract in a way that I could not even imagine what the guy wanted to transmit by it. I mean, normally abstract arts played with distorted figures and colors, no? I don't know, maybe I was just plainly ignorant, because Adele seemed to be really thrilled by all of it.
I looked at the one she was pointing now and I am pretty sure it was a drawing of a stick laying in the middle of a road as something black was coming its way. Okay, I think I got this one. It was us, humans waiting for our inevitable deaths, right? The road must mean life itself. I got a little excited at this and as I was about to discuss it with Adele, Giorgio, the artist, stopped by our side.
"This one stands for love"
He enlightened us and Adele nodded like it was the obvious answer as I furrowed my brows now analyzing the painting harder. Where the fuck is love in that? Okay, I have a new interpretation of this painting. The stick was me waiting for the next painting which was guess what? Black. Nailed it!
"It's very poetic if you think about it"
Adele added for me smiling sweetly and I could not help but smile back at her.
Me and Adele have been dating for approximately three months now. It was a rough start for me, cause I had to get used to a lot of things of her crowd tastes, but what I could not get used to was Ashton. He still hanged around all the fucking time, giving me death glares, probably praying for us to break up. Adele said he wasn't all that bad, but when she got to college they had a really quick fling or something like that and he just couldn't get over it. It was sad really, but I still did not like him at all.
As usual it took some time for me to realize that what we had was actually serious, and that she liked me. We were going out for a month and I was apprehensive about asking her to be my girlfriend. Surprisingly enough, I did not have to. Apparently, older people don't need to be asked? Well, at least Adele didn't. We were hanging with her friends one day and she just started to introduce me as her girlfriend and I have to say I did not mind one single bit. Although, I had to admit it I would have liked to ask her in some sappy way to be mine, but I guess I had to leave that behind, it wasn't her style.
And what the hell, I was very happy with her anyway.
We scrolled around the gallery for an hour, and I swear I was praying I would not find anymore black paint to be seen for a while. I wanted to leave but I knew I wouldn't have the courage to tell her that before she would actually say something about it.
I sighed trying not to let it show my bored mood, but I guess it was in vain cause she started to chuckled, which made me look at her with an apprehensive expression.
"You are hating it, aren't you?"
She said letting her marvelous green eyes gaze at mine.
"I did not say that. I love it, c'mon. You know I love black"
I threw her a grin and she punched me playfully but soon pulled me into her by the collar of shirt pecking my lips smoothly.
"Fair enough. You have earned your reward"
I arched my brows at her amused while she smiled deviously at me. I let my fingers into her hair in a swift move caressing it slowly, which made her hum at me in a way that I loved it.
"And what would that be?"
I asked with my lips lightly touching hers as her smile got wider by the second. Oh, I guess I like where this is going.

I felt her hands pressing in my stomach as her lips moved with mine with hunger. God, that was so hot. I let my hands travel to her thighs until I rested them on her firm butt squeezing it and making her press her middle into mine, since she was straddling my lap. I heard her letting out a husky moan then into my mouth which made me know that I was doing something right. Man, how I loved the fact that she was wearing a dress tonight. I felt my center getting hotter by the minute, it was like there was something building inside of me ready to explode. I pressed myself more into her then and as she moaned harder I let my lips start to attack her neck giving it light love bites. Her hands came off my stomach and she grabbed my hair pressing my face harder into her. She started to make circles with her waist in a way I could feel her more and more and she just moaned louder, and if I am being honest I was probably moaning too.
"Oh, god Sam!"
She let it out in a shaky breath and I tried to turn her so she could lay down and I could have a clearer access to her body. It was a tricky thing, trying to lay someone who is standing on your lap at the back seat of your car I mean. Even more, when you weren't exactly short, but surprisingly I seemed to be managing it well. However, as I was about to succeed in my task Adele seemed to have a different plan on her mind.
"Sam, wait!"
She said pushing my shoulders lightly for me to stop and putting us in sitting position once more. Oh, shit. Have I done something wrong?
"Sorry, sorry. Did I hurt you?"
I asked tracing my fingers through her face with a worried expression as she just smiled grabbing my hand and giving it a light kiss.
"No"
I knit my brows together then, a little confused by her behavior.
"Erm, wasn't it good?"
She chuckled seeming to be amused at my confusion, which I didn't like very much to be quite honest.
"It was REALLY good Sam. That's the point!"
I looked at her really hard after this, really not understanding a single thing. She looked at me with her plump lips swallowed by our making out session, which just made them look more kissable at my point of view honestly, and she sighed with a nervous expression.
"Sorry, I don't understand..."
I really didn't. We had a lot of make out sessions like this one, and Adele never once had stopped, although, I guess this one was hotter than the others.
"I stopped cause if I didn't we would probably go all the way, Sam."
She looked at her fingers then fidgeting a little uncomfortable on my lap. What does she mean? All the way? Oh! My eyes suddenly got wider as realization hit me. She was talking about sex, about us, having sex! Wake up, Sam!
"Have you ever done it?"
Adele asked me all of the sudden and I could not help but find her question a little humorous, I mean, look at me. Of course I haven't done it. But she though, she probably had, and despite the fact that I knew it was immature I didn't want to know, but I guess I had to ask her now.
"No. I've never been with anyone before. What about you?"
I asked and I could feel my heart pumping hard in anticipation for her answer. I mean, Adele was beautiful, and she was popular in some way, on her group at least. She was older too. And she had a thing with Ashton. Oh, god please, don't say you had sex him, oh shit, I'm picturing now. Get out of my head-
"I've never been with anyone either"
Her answer stopped my mental break down, and suddenly I was frozen.
"You never?"
I asked in disbelief and she looked at me then with uncertainty in her eyes, as if she thought I was condemning her or something.
"Look, I know that maybe you could have thought because I am older and all I was more experienced. So I am sorry if that disappoint you in-"
I did not let her finish her absurd rambling, cause my lips were already on hers once more. It was not heated like before though, it was a tender soft kiss. As it ended I let my forehead rest on hers and I smiled which she mirrored.
"So you don't mind?"
"Are you crazy? Why would I mind? I am just as much of a virgin as you are. And the fact that I can actually be your first time makes me kind of honored. I mean not that I am counting that I am going to be your first time, it's not an obligation just because we are dating. I am just saying that-"
It was her time to shut me with a kiss then and we laughed together at our awkwardness;
"To make things clear. This is me asking you to be my first time, Sam. Would you like to be?"
I could not help but grin at her. Adele wasn't usually romantic, but I guess even the rough girls liked some romance after all.
"I'd love to"