Blaine's palms radiated warmth against her lower back, pinky fingers occasionally brushing at the top of the navy blue skirt. Kate hovered above him, kissing along his jaw while her fingers twisted at the ungelled hairs at the base of his neck.
Kate swiveled her hips into the space between them, hoping to get her boyfriend's hands to slip down. Or at least for him to catch a subtle hint. His hands stayed where they were, moving with her body. Their mouths met and Blaine was quick to pull her bottom lip between his, sucking and biting softly.
They were going on eight months of dating and Kate was getting restless. She wanted more, to go further sexually, but had no idea how to breach the subject. In the beginning days of their relationship Kate had been very clear about wanting to take things slow. She wanted love letters and longing glances, she wanted whispered terms of endearments between classes and the thrilling blush that came with a kiss at the end of a date. Kate loved the spark that ignited between them when Blaine's fingers would slot between her own.
The spark hadn't dulled by any means, but it seemed to have grown, heating up her blood temperature and causing frissons of want deep within. All of this seemed to settle in the intimate dip between her thighs. A groan forced its way from her into Blaine's mouth, as her knees slipped apart against the mattress.
She had eagerly pushed Blaine onto his bed the moment the door was shut and locked, climbing up and straddling his lap, not allowing him his usually weak protests about homework or his parents being home soon. They had been making out in this position a lot recently. Kate was giddy with the control in it and Blaine didn't seem to mind.
Kate knew why she suddenly liked it like this. She shivered at the memory as Blaine's fingertips danced up her spine, his strong fingers coming to grip at her shoulder. She whimpered, her mouth dropping open as she let his tongue control the kiss.
It had been two weeks prior, Kate had come home angry from her friend's house, although at the time she was seriously considering dropping that friend status completely. She had heard a term before, frenemies; yes that was more like it. Viola Smythe, though she loathed the femininity in the name and preferred to be called Bas, could sometimes be the most infuriating person on the planet. She had always been proud and confident in ways that awakened jealousy within Kate. Bas was always poking and prodding at Kate with offhanded comments about an outfit, hair style change, or body image. So it was only natural for Kate to automatically be on the defensive when sex was mentioned.
"How are you still this bitchy with a boyfriend that would probably throw his body over a puddle for you to walk on so you don't get your Manolo's wet?"
"I don't see what Blaine has to do with the unfair distribution of solos among the Nightingales." Kate quipped, as she scribbled out song selections and arrangements that were sure to be recognized for their brilliance at next week's practice.
"He doesn't, directly, but if I was getting rammed into a mattress by him on the regular, I think my voice would be happy to save the high notes for the bedroom." Kate felt the sag in the couch cushion as Bas sat next to her, a little too close.
She tightened her hold on her pencil, refusing to look the other girl in the eye. "Blaine wouldn't know anything about my bedroom high notes."
"You're not serious?" Bas laughed, the warm breath tickled against her ear, and Kate blushed hotly.
"So what if I am? He's a gentleman and I'm a lady, something you would know nothing about." She was proud to note the venom coursing through the words as she turned to look Bas in the eye.
Bas' green eyes boar into her for a moment, searching for something. Kate blinked a few times, taking in the other girl's features from close up. A few freckles covered the bridge of her nose and spanned the delicate skin across her cheek bones. Despite her hazelnut hair color, she wore black eyeliner, swiped along her top lid without a smudge, creating cat eyes and caused the words sexy and dangerous to come to mind.
Her eyes fell down to study Kate's crossed legs. "I'll take being a slut if it means I get to orgasm. Why don't you just go fuck yourself."
Kate stiffened, Bas' voiced was low as if she were telling Kate a secret. "You're so crude." Kate turned to quickly gather her things. She suddenly didn't want to spend the rest of the evening with Bas.
"And you're a little virgin who probably has no clue how to even get herself off, let alone tell her boyfriend how."
"Goodbye Bas." Kate seethed as she slammed the front door.
Once back in her own room, Kate sat on the edge of her bed, crossing her arms and glowering at the pictures of Bas in the collage of photos that hung on her wall. Kate hated how she let Bas' words easily sway her emotions; she knew how much the other girl delighted in the control she had. Kate refused to let Bas in this way though. Other girls in their grade would talk openly about sex with each other, trading stories or asking advice, but Kate was never one of them. She chose to run away from those conversations, happy to keep her questions to herself.
Kate glanced over at the full length mirror hanging beside her closet. You can prove her wrong, right here, right now.
In an instant Kate was tugging off her uniform and padding over to the mirror in nothing but her bra and panties. She took in her long, lithe image, too pale and thin for her liking. She reached a hand up to tug the pins from her hair, letting it fall in layers of soft brown waves around her shoulders.
With a few minutes of struggle she hoisted the mirror off the wall and laid it down on the floor against the plush beige rug. Kneeling at the foot of it, she took a few calming breaths before running an open hand along her collar bone, letting her fingers tickle up her neck and behind her ear. She closed her eyes, imaging Blaine's hands on her, despite the fact that her own hands felt too delicate, too small, too feminine.
The other hand skimming down her belly and tugging at the thin straps of her panties sitting low on her hips. A bra strap slipped from her shoulder and she pulled at it, allowing her hand to push its way in and cup at her breast. Her nipple was trapped between her fingers and she sucked in a breath at the feeling as she massaged the sensitive flesh.
This was all new. Yes, Kate had touched herself before. Those times were always rushed in the middle of the night so the darkness could offer the comfort of invisibility. Usually she would fumble with her hands before giving up and rutting against her pillow in order to find a quick release. What was happening now was definitely new and definitely dangerous. She moaned at the thought, only to shudder and whimper at hearing the way she sounded. In the dark she would have been painstakingly quiet, biting her lip and swallowing any noise wanting to escape. Now, in the soft light of her room though, she refused to quiet herself.
The hand playing at the band of her underwear, dipped inside, meeting a damp heat that had Kate spreading her legs around the frame of the mirror. The mirror. Her eyes shot open and she quickly scrambled to pull the panties down her legs, kicking them away from her before she crawled her way over the frame, straddling it.
She liked the way her loose hair fell forward, obscuring most of her face in her reflection. The light blush covering her body was noticeable, the pink tint to her skin growing as her eyes followed the line of her body down to look between her legs.
Carefully trimmed brown hair led to rosy flesh and delicate labia slicked with her own juices. Kate groaned, spreading her knees apart, wanting to get a better look. Her hand came down to hover over her pussy for a moment before she pressed her index and ring finger against herself; they pushed her outer lips open and Kate moaned, bucking down into nothing.
The sight of her own hole clenching and unclenching, had her soaking the fingers pressed to her skin. She moved her hips back and forth, allowing her fingers to coat with the clear liquid. Sounds tumbled from her mouth whenever her clit would drag against her middle finger and she would have to turn her head away from the sight in order not to come.
She teased at her hole for a moment, thighs quaking at the blunt pressure when she finally slid her finger inside. Her mouth dropped open as she watched her pussy swallow her own finger over and over again, each time coming back more shiny and slick than before.
Her thumb came to swipe at her engorged clit, and she nearly screamed. Hastily, she pushed a second finger alongside the first, wincing at the stretch and shifting her hips down to roll against her hand in tight circles. Her other hand was fisted in the rug, her knuckles white, as she panted against the mirror. A small circle of fog had collected on the glass. The sounds of her moans interspersed around the lewd wet sound of her fingers fucking into her pussy echoed in her own ears.
Thats how she came. Watching her own pussy spasm around her fingers as her legs fought to keep her braced on her wobbling knees. The tension exploding in tiny bubbles throughout her whole body. She let out a sob of relief as she dropped her hand and let her forehead, now matted with sweaty hair, rest against the mirror below her.
Blaine's leg rising between her open thighs is what shook her back to the present moment. Kate gasped and before she could think, she pressed her pussy snug against his thigh, rutting, mercilessly, while sucking at his tongue with vigor. Blaine groaned and bucked up, grabbing at her waist in order to steady Kate's frantic movements. Suddenly, his hands were too rough, too big, too masculine. Her fists tightened in his collar as her release hit her all too quickly, a picture of her pussy, open and wet flashed in her mind.
Later, when she finally registers the hard line of Blaine's erection against her, she will cry. Blaine will think he's done something wrong, he'll think it was him that pushed her too far. And she'll let him think that.