This is pretty much all smut. If that's not your thing, no worries. Feel free to ignore this chapter and move on, the story will still flow. Enjoy.
It took Cheryl all of five seconds to back Toni into the pantry behind and gently push the door closed with her hand. She stood in the darkness, her breath barely leaving her body as she made out the outline of Toni, whose breathing was considerably more audible than her own and ragged with anticipation.
This was really about to happen for her. Cheryl would have finally acquired her third scuff.
She heard a rustle of Toni's clothing and the fumbling of a hand, followed by a sharp click. Slowly, a dim yellow lightbulb flickered into life above them and Cheryl watched as Toni became illuminated in its soft trajectory. The shadows hit her face glowing almost like that of candle light, and Cheryl found her already sparse amount of breath completely exhausted as it caught in her throat.
Beautiful.
Utterly beautiful.
She stared a moment longer, eyes wide and admiring and mirroring those of the girl in front of her. She was so much shorter than her when Cheryl was in heels, she'd never realised by quite how much.
Toni was being commendably patient with her, standing still after her admission of consent and waiting for Cheryl to make her move whenever she was ready.
"You can touch me too." Cheryl finally whispered, watching Toni nod in reply.
Do it, Cheryl. Do it. Take control.
One second passed.
Two seconds.
Three.
Cheryl sucked in a quiet breath and stepped forward, reaching her hands beneath the serpent jacket and around Toni's waist to grip pale hands into the back of her shirt tightly. With a measured tug she moved Toni flush against her chest and pressed their lips together in a hard kiss, her eyes fluttering shut as a trembling breath left her nose. Just as soft as she'd imagined. Just as plump. Just as pillowy, dreamy, warm and sumptuous, sticky and saccharine with lip gloss and affection.
Perfection. True, true perfection. This is what it felt like to be at peace.
She felt Toni's hands reach for the sides of her face, moaning lightly just like she did all those days ago in the cafeteria. It made Cheryl whimper in return. She caught Toni's lower lip as she pulled back, barely a hairsbreadth, and opened her eyes to see her looking at her.
"You're so pretty." Cheryl whispered, feeling sweet, chapped lips stretch into a smile against her own.
This time it was Toni who leaned forward to connect them.
Cheryl felt small hands delving gently into her hair and those delicious lips moved dextrously over hers. She turned her head slightly, pulling Toni tighter to her body and moaned breathily as their lips slotted perfectly between each other's, tugging and sucking and pulling and pressing, over and over, slow and hard. Cheryl's brow creased into a frown, the bombardment of everything she'd wanted to feel almost torturous. She unballed her fists from Toni's back and slid her hands slowly down to the backside she'd been admiring for months, opening her palms and caressing it before closing her fingers greedily and taking in her fill.
Both girls let out a moan.
Perfect.
Something clicked inside Cheryl's head then, presenting to her clearly that despite the wistful feeling of it all, this was not a dream. This was not fabricated by her imagination. And her mother could not eradicate it. This was real.
