"Brave New World"
Chapter Twenty-One
by darthelwig
*** I own nothing. I'm just having fun. ***
A/N: Update 2 of 2 for today
Carol shut her locker with more force than was necessary and threw Jessica a baleful look.
"You're just not gonna drop this, are you?" she asked.
"Nope," Jessica said, grinning. "I wanna know how your date went, and I'm your best friend, so you're gonna tell me. I mean, did it go that badly?"
"No. It was great," Carol said. "Best date I've had. Wanda is... amazing." She thought back to the awe on Wanda's face when they'd walked into the arcade, the way the lights had glittered in her eyes. And she thought about Wanda's kisses afterwards, and they way she'd looked when she'd come. Heat flooded her face.
"Do I even wanna know?" Jess asked, looking at her closely, which only made her blush harder. "Wait. I know that look. You had sex with her!"
"Keep your voice down!," Carol hissed, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed. It was one thing to talk about a date, she sure as hell wasn't talking about her sex life in front of everyone. Jess looked entirely unrepentant and was actually giggling.
"I'm so proud of you," she said. "Your parents would be so pissed!"
"I know, which is why I'm not gonna tell them. My dad would ground me for life and probably try to scare Wanda off." Carol frowned. "I wish I could tell them about this. She makes me so happy, and it's like I'm discovering parts of me I never knew existed, you know? It feels good." She sighed, and Jess gave her a sympathetic look.
"I'm sorry your parents are such assholes," Jess said.
"They're not assholes. They're just... prudes."
"Yeah, well, your dad isn't supportive of anything you wanna do, so I'll call him an asshole if I want to." Jess was a good friend, and Carol always appreciated her support. She flashed Jess a grateful smile.
"Come on," she said. "We had better get to class, or you might miss a minute or two of staring at Mr. Lang's ass." Jess's mouth fell open as she stared at Carol in mock offense.
"I do not stare at his ass!"
"Oh. Well, I guess you won't care I saw him wearing those jeans you like, then."
"We should get to class," Jess said hastily, and Carol laughed as they threaded their way through the crowded hallway.
Carol nibbled on her pencil eraser as she tried to concentrate on whatever the teacher was telling the class. She really should've been listening, she knew, but she couldn't stop thinking about Wanda. Her silky hair, the softness of her lips, the way her fingers felt when they slid between Carol's legs. Memories of their date kept her burning with lust, and she needed some relief or she was going to lose her mind.
God, this girl had dialed her libido up to eleven without even trying. Carol squirmed in her seat, sending tingles from her pussy to her nipples. She bit back a groan.
"Carol, are you alright?" the teacher asked, concerned. This was totally unlike her. Damn.
"I think I might need to go to the bathroom or something," Carol said, her voice strained. She hurried from the class when she was excused, and ducked into the nearest bathroom. She shut herself into a stall, grateful everyone else was in class, and yanked open her pants. She didn't even bother sliding them down, just slid her hand into them.
She gasped and grabbed blindly for the top of the stall to hold herself up as she found her clit. Carol closed her eyes and pictured Wanda as she fingered herself, her hips pumping slowly against her hand. Wanda in the low light, accented voice like liquid sex in her ear as she told Carol to come for her, and the way Wanda had tasted after, with Carol's come on her lips.
"Fuck," Carol yelled as her orgasm hit her like a flash fire. She was barely aware of all the noise she was making, her sobbing, heaving breaths and moans, and the way her body slammed into the stall as she lost control.
She shuddered as she came down from her peak, her entire body shivering in the aftermath. She realized she still had her death grip on the top of the stall, and forced her fingers to release. Carol pulled her hand from her pants and licked her fingers experimentally. Tasted like Wanda, and she moaned.
"Fuck," she said again, softly this time, in disbelief. She had never done anything like this before. Ever. Had never even considered masturbating at school, much less in the girl's restroom. Fuck, what was this girl doing to her?
She sure as hell wasn't telling Jess about this.
The first school paper of the year came out around lunchtime. While Carol's article hadn't made the front page, it still had a prominent place, and she caught a few people turned to it while they were eating. She couldn't help but smile.
She sat down next to Jess, who was immersed in it herself.
"Wow," Jess said. "That's intense."
"I know what you mean. I had a hard time believing it, myself, but Wanda was totally honest with me." She grimaced. "I hate knowing she had to live through all that."
"How do you know she told the truth? She could've been exaggerating things," Jess pointed out. Carol shrugged.
"I just know," she said. Jess shook her head, but didn't argue, which Carol was grateful for. She didn't know how she could tell Wanda had been truthful with her, even if she'd been holding back. She could just feel it, could see it in Wanda's eyes. There'd been too much pain there.
"Think about all those poor people still in Sokovia. Pretty much all of it was destroyed. I wonder what the Avengers are gonna do about that?" Carol had to admit Jess posed a fair question. What could the Avengers do to right that kind of wrong?
"I don't know," Carol said. "I guess they'll figure something out." She really had no idea what anyone could do to help the people of Sokovia, but brighter minds than hers were working on it, she was sure. Tony Stark was involved, after all.
"You have more faith in them than I do, then," Jess said. Carol shrugged.
"They're heroes right? That's what they do."
Jess shrugged noncommittally, and Carol let the subject drop. Her friend was never gonna like superheroes, and nothing she said would change that. And honestly, Carol really didn't care enough to try.
"You going to Homecoming?" Carol asked.
"Yeah, though I'm still looking for a date." Jess sighed dramatically. "There are just no boys worth having in this school."
"Oh, I'm sure you'll find one." Carol laughed. "And then you'll go and pine for Mr. Lang all night. You should ask him to dance with you."
"I can't do that! He's a teacher!" Jess looked horrified.
"You could just drag him off and have your wicked way with him. He'd probably like that. It's so taboo," Carol teased. Jess blushed furiously.
"Oh yeah?" she countered. "What are you gonna do? If your parents find out you're going out with a girl, they won't even let you go."
"I'll figure something out," Carol said, with more confidence than she felt. She would figure something out. She had to. She wanted to go, and she wanted to go with Wanda. She wondered what it would feel like to have Wanda moving against her as they danced. She wondered if she would survive the experience. "I'll figure something out," she repeated when Jess looked at her skeptically.
She had to. There was no other option.