March One Shots (girlxgirl)

Camp: "Caught."

One shot (camp) 3

"Caught."

MarchxWatson

I finally have a girl to call mine...almost.

Watson and I have been sneaking around, sharing kisses. We're in no relationship, but every time I see her, I can't help but want to hold her thin hand, kiss her blushing cheek, snuggle up real close...and I also kinda want to stick my tongue down her throat one of these days. She amazes me everyday and I only wish I could truly be with her.

Watson doesn't want an official relationship. She broke up with her boyfriend of nine months when their school let out for the summer, because he was graduating and both have busy schedules, leading them to feel they wouldn't be able to see each other, so they broke it off. She wants to wait longer, because that relationship still hurts. I understand.

Watson did allow me to continue sharing touches with her, kisses, getting affectionate, all of that good stuff. We tend to get most affectionate at night in my dorm room, when Jersey's out taking a shower. I've cuddled Watson, I've kissed her, but I haven't made out with her at all. I plan to tonight.

It was free time before lights out, after a floor meeting, I pulled Watson away with me. We went into my room as Jersey left for her shower. I figured we had a good thirty minutes to "fool around," as it's called.

I closed the oak-wood door tightly and gave Watson a peck to the lips. "Hey baby, how are you?"

"I'm okay. Just kinda upset I can't see the Euro Cup match live because I'm at camp." She muttered sullenly.

I wanted to make her feel better somehow, so I decided to give her a little massage. I dug my thumbs into her shoulder and pushed in circles. There was a sizable amount of tension there, but once I rubbed it out, Watson sighed audibly and hugged me.

Watson murmured next to my ear, "Thank you, March."

"You're welcome, Watson." I squeezed back in the hug and pulled her to lay under the covers of my bed with me.

Watson normally faced away from me so we could spoon-cuddle, but I made her face me this time and leaned towards her. Watson closed her eyes and came closer to me. We kissed and I wrapped my arms around her. Watson put her hands in my hair and twirled strands of it gently between her fingers. I unconsciously licked Watson's bottom lip, wanting to get more of the new fruity chapstick flavor she had on, which made Watson open her mouth in the kiss. I was surprised she was going to let me, but hey, I'm not complaining.

I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I went immediately to her awaiting slick red appendage. Our tongues touched at once and I sighed in pleasure. I fondled, caressed, and almost melted our tongues together with Watson. My eyes were glued firmly shut, desiring a lack of vision that could only distract me from experiencing Watson's aromatic smell and juicy taste.

One of Watson's hands slipped down my body to a more natural position than holding them both above her. Amusingly enough, it parked itself right over my left breast.

Watson choked and immediately backed away from me, face flushed a dark red from utter embarrassment, but a warmth unlike any other had already flooded my veins from the sensual contact.

I winked at Watson. "You know, if you wanted to make a move like that, you could have just asked."

"I...I'm sorry, March, I didn't mean to..." Watson was still completely flustered.

I gave her a peck on the cheek. "It's okay, Watson. In fact...I kinda liked it."

"You did?" Watson shifted nervously.

I tilted her head until her eyes met mine. "Promise."

Watson kissed me suddenly and soon we fell into making out once more, something I hoped would become more regular in our fooling arounds.

I was engrossed enough into tonguing my beautiful Watson that I ignored the sound of the door opening and Teagan's voice.

"Hey March, do you have any flip-flops I can borrow? I forgot mine, and the shower room floors are so nasty that I'm probably going to get athlete's foot or worse, if I go without shoes in there..."

Teagan suddenly stopped talking and my eyes shot open in realization. I looked at Watson and she was frozen in shock. I looked at Teagan. She had paused in speech and had her mouth partly ajar in looking at us. A blush rose to my face. We'd been caught, but at least it was by Teagan, who would keep our secret. At least it wasn't...

Another of the girls walked by, cast a glance into our room, then suddenly halted. Then another, and another, and another. Soon there was a crowd staring at Watson and I.

I silently let Watson bury her face into my shoulder. We'd been caught and it was all my fault.

"I'm sorry, baby." I whispered in shame.