Imogen Moreno; Maya Matlin
Star-crossed lovers? Nah…that's too heavy. That's Romeo and Juliet shit, death. But I feel like that describes us. Maybe we are just too good of a love story, no one can label us.
No—that's not true.
Oil and water. That's what we are like.
Imogen Moreno sprinted into class, her yellow rain boots squeaking, at the same exact time as Principal Simpson was leaving. Typical, she thought, always run into him at the worst times.
"Imogen! My favorite…eccentric student,". Simpson stumbled on the last words…not finding any that described Imogen perfectly.
"Simpson! Always a pleasure." She cringed at the last part. She knew it was something she always said…but she just didn't feel right anymore. She didn't feel like herself. Thankfully, he didn't notice.
"Same to you. Oh, look at the time. Get to class!"
Normally she would have laughed and skipped to class but today she just couldn't. Only one thing…only one person was on her mind.
Maya Matlin.
"Immy, stop!" I giggled as she tickled my knee.
"Maya bear doesn't like this…?" She pounced on me, attacking my torso with her bony little fingers. I let her for a little, let her pretend like she won.
"Im if you don't stop I won't be able to contain myself," She raised her eyebrow, giggling, and challenging me. In one swift motion, I flipped us over so I was on top of her. "See, told you!". I laughed and then started pressing her sides making her squeak.
"Ugh, Maya bear. That's so NOT cool." I jumped off of her, and sat next to her on the bed.
"Hey, fighting fire with fire." I looked into her eyes, like chocolate kisses, and then saw 'the' look on her face. Oh no. "Immy, I thought we said we can't do that anymore…". She slowly bit her lip and brushed some hair behind her ear. "Im…uh..babe...".
"Maya bear…it's getting a little warm in here don't you think?" She pulled at the bottom of her blouse, pulling it up just a little and revealing her abdomen.
"Imogen…" She didn't care about my warning. She slowly lifted her shirt over her head and threw it across her bedroom.
"That's a little better." She had a suspicious look in her eye. But it's so hard to focus… the most beautiful girl at school is almost like half-naked and sitting in front of me. We can't do this.
"Okay, Im. Like I know-" She cuts me off by throwing her bra off in one fluid motion. Oh jesus. That's it. I'm done for.
I attack her mouth, pushing my hands into her hair and pulling her as close to me as possible. I cup her throat and slowly move down to her breasts. I pull back.
"Im, are you sure this is what you want?"
"Yes…"
I leave her mouth and slowly plant kisses down her collarbone until I reach her breasts. I take her left nipple in my mouth and rub my tongue around it.
"OH Mays!" She's moving under me, can't keep still. I go to her other breast and do the same thing. But slowly, I am moving my hand down to her sweatpants.
"You sure Imogen?" She takes my hand and puts it down her sweatpants.
I take a deep breath and slowly slip her pants off.
"Fuck Im," So freaking beautiful.
I tuck my fingers into her panties and slowly slip them off. With one finger, I start rubbing her clit, beginning to feel the wetness of her cover my fingers.
"Maya…Maya…MAYA."
"MAYA MATLIN WAKE UP. YOU ARE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN." Maya sits straight up in bed alarmed, confused, and very very wet.