The Astonishing Adventures of Fangirl and...Gothgirl!?[Lesbian Story]

Chapter 6

L: Oooooo. This is getting good. I'm fangirling my own story you guys xp jeez. I figured it was about time we switched to Blondies point of view. Her real name might be revealed! (Obviously it does below cx )
Song for this Chapter-- Naughty Girl by Beyonce. Yup. I went there.
Warning Girlxgirl action!
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*Megan's POV*

"You owe me." I smile wickedly, leaning forward to kiss her again. Okay, so let me get this straight, I'm not a lesbian. I don't like girls. So why was I about to make out with one? To hell if I know.

She grins and oh god, I love that grin. The silver glint of metal in the corner of her lip tilts up and catches the light. I can't help but melt as it brushes against my lips. She pushes me back playfully on her bed and pins my wrists above my head, straddling my small waist. Her black hair fell in soft curls around my head, shielding our faces as she peered down at me, looking quite amused. I stick my tongue out at her.

Big mistake.

She catches my tongue between her teeth and sucks it into her mouth, smushing our lips together. She teases my tongue, wrapping her own around it and sucking and biting. It was pure bliss. I squirmed under her but she held my wrists tight, repositioning to hold them with one hand. She slid her new free hand under my shirt and slowly slid her fingers up my stomach, pulling my shirt up with it. Her hand continued to glide over the plush material of my bra and then some. I sort of gasped when her fingers came into contact with the inner curve of my right breast. She pinched me, trying to tell me to be quiet but even that little tease had me whimpering. Why did I enjoy her touch so much?

An even better question is why did I pull my shirt off the moment she released my wrists? I don't know, but I did. She sat up, her eyes roaming over my slim figure. She traces her fingertips over my curves, up my stomach, pausing before reaching my bra. I reached behind me and unhooked it, tossing it away before she could refuse. She swallows, eyes stopping on my chest. She seemed to rake the sight of me in hungrily, her hands frozen in place. I could see it in her eyes, practically itching to touch me. And damn it.. I wanted her to. Badly.

I was ready to grab her hands and force her to grab me. I wanted it that badly. I moved to grab her hands but there was no need. Her cool fingers glide over my breasts until both of her hands entirely laid over my chest. She gently massaged my breasts, coaxing a moan from my lips. She shushed me with a kiss, pinching my nipples which only made me moan louder. God she was such a tease. I freaking love it.

In all my life, I never pictured myself with another girl. Especially not one like Kyra. Yet here I was, moaning and whimpering to the touch of another woman. Could you blame me? She's talented with her hands, I'll say that much. Her hands massage my chest gently, as if she could hurt me. I wrap my arms around her neck, drawing her close to steal another delicious kiss.

"Have I repaid my debt?" She asks teasingly, grinning.

I sputter as she sits up, snickering at my red, bewildered face.

"Calm down Blondie. We can cuddle after dinner."