Chapter 8: Feel So Good

Another boring walk to school. Another boring first half. Usually, she would like this routine, but lately, it felt more and more like a drag. She wanted to experience something again. Like the one time with Kanade. Maybe she could ask her if she wants to hang out with her again. Sometime after school. But then again, school started to get pretty monotonous…

Her thoughts wandered back to the day she came out to her father. She cried for another ten minutes, at least, but her dad showed her a lot of support, and accepted her for what she was, so she came to terms with it herself rather quickly as well. She still had a lot to figure out, though. She never had those feelings before, or if she did, she ignored them, and she was never in a relationship. Where would a girl like her even go to meet other girls? She had no idea.

So, after the life changing day, she spent the rest of the week in her room after school, reading up on whatever she could think of regarding her sexuality. Experiences from other homosexual people and their coming out or the time they realized they're gay. Where to go to find people like her.

She even explored her own preferences a bit. She looked up pictures of women online, first clothed, then in underwear, and finally nude. Women kissing each other, caressing each other, even some images of sex. Pretty tame stuff, all things considered, but for her, it was a whole new world, exciting and arousing. With her curiosity peaked, she even risked looking up pornographic videos. If she was honest, she had no idea how sex between women worked. Sure, she obviously knew about sex, but knowing something from books and experiencing it, be it second or first-hand, are two totally different ball games.

She also started to explore her own body. While on the internet, consuming those pictures and movies, she noticed her hands traveling over her, at first almost without her realization, later deliberate and with purpose. She tried mimicking what she saw, letting her fingers feel every inch of her. At first, it felt strange, frightening. But with the experience came the calm. She slowly got the hang of it, figured out what she like and what she despised.

Her fantasies became increasingly daring as well. She imagined one of the women in the video to be her, dreaming of how it would feel to have a beautiful woman give her such pleasure. More often than not she imagined the other woman to be Maria, amplifying the pleasure hundredfold.

And the more she confronted herself with her sexuality, the better she felt. Like a boulder she carried on her back chipped off piece by piece with every new video and picture she saw and every time she explored herself.

Now, she was sitting under her tree again, enjoying her food. But unlike the days before last week she noticed the girls in her school. Their hair, sometimes ladylike long and smooth, other times tomboyish short and wild. The summer school uniforms did little to conceal their developing forms, for which Tsubasa secretly was thanking every deity she could think of. And those skirts! Dangerously short, giving her an appetizing look on silky smooth legs, where ever her eyes wandered.

Maybe school was not so bad after all.

A few hours of classes and some indecent thoughts about her female classmates later, she prepared for her way home. She packed her books, cleaned her desk, and made her way out of the school building.

On the hallway, she saw a familiar face talking with a teacher, and her heart jumped into her throat.

It was Maria. She was beautiful as always. No, she was even more beautiful. Her face was prettier, her voice was silkier and her skin was smoother than ever. And when she looked over to Tsubasa, she could feel her breathing hitch and her loins stir. She enjoyed it immensely, but at the same time, she knew it was highly inappropriate.

"Oh, hello, Tsubasa," Maria's angelic voice called out. The teacher next to her regarded the young girl with a smile as well.

Tsubasa stepped up to her, trying her hardest to stop her eyes from focusing on anything but her face. "Hello, Maria," she replied.

"How are you doing?"

"I'm… I'm doing well. Yes. Well. What… what are you doing here?" Internally, she scolded herself. She stumbled like a fool. Goddamn it, brain, focus!

"Oh, I was just checking in. I know the teachers of this school pretty well and just wanted to ask how everyone is doing."

Sounded like she did that regularly. Strange, she could not remember ever seeing her in school before their fateful meeting, but then again, she spent her school days alone and secluded, and as such, did never really pay attention to anyone here.

"I was actually just about to say goodbye. I wanted to visit my sister. You mind if we walk to the school gates together?"

Lightning struck her upon hearing those words. She felt like her brain stopped for a solid minute. "Uh, sure, yes! I'd be happy, I mean…" She decided to shut up. She already embarrassed herself enough.

Maria said her goodbyes to the teacher and so both of them made their ways down the emptying halls. The silence between them was deafening, so Tsubasa gathered all her composure and asked: "You said you're visiting your sister?"

Maria nodded, but the smile on her face was sad. "Yeah. She is in the hospital. Been there for a few weeks now."

Now you've done it, you big fucking idiot! You just had to go and ask stupid questions, didn't you?

"She is doing fine, though," Maria continued.

"Th, that's great to hear. I'm sorry, I did not mean…"

"You did nothing bad, Basa, don't worry. You did not know." And there was her genuine and cheerful smile again.

Tsubasa blinked a few times in surprise. Did she just call her… "Basa?"

"It's my nickname for you," Maria grinned. "I thought it sounds nice. If you don't like it, I stop."

"No!" she yelled out, only to embarrass herself by her reaction, all the while earning a slight smile from Maria. "I… I like it."

A warm chuckle and bright smile were Maria's reply. "Is everything alright with you?"

"Me? Yeah. Why?"

She opened the front door of the main building for the younger girl. "You seem nervous. I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

No, she isn't. She was talking to her crush right now, wanted to hug her, kiss her, touch her. Every fiber in her being wanted to be with her, every hour of every day, be intimate with her! And she had to fight those urges, because she knew nothing would come from them.

"Well, yeah… it's just… I have some stuff on my mind right now."

Maria regarded her with a sorrowful look as Tsubasa stepped through the door. "Remember, you have my number. You can call me anytime if something is troubling you."

"I know, thank you, Maria."

"And how about your friend Kanade?"

Tsubasa stopped and turned around to Maria. The way her hips gyrated as she walked was mesmerizing. "What about her?"

"Have you talked to her lately? I remember you said you were worried she might not like you anymore."

"Yeah, it was a stupid thought. The same day, I met her and we talked like nothing happened."

Maria nodded. "That's… that's great", she said. "See, I told you she would not hate you. Have you seen her lately?"

"Not since then, no. Usually we see each other every other day or so, but not last week."

"Were you preoccupied with something?"

Yeah, watching porn and dreaming about sleeping with you.

"Yeah, I had a lot of stuff to figure out. After school I went straight home every day."

They stopped at the gates, and Maria extended her hand. "Well, I guess this is where we say bye for now."

"Oh, sure," Tsubasa said, shaking her soft, warm, beautiful hand. "I… I guess we'll talk another time."

"Absolutely. Goodbye, Basa."

Tsubasa sounded a bit dejected, as she spoke. "Bye." All good things must come to an end, right?

She watched Maria walk down the sidewalk for a few seconds before turning around to make her way home in the other direction. She almost collided with another person standing right behind her. Shocked, she stumbled a step back, and realized then who it was.

"Kanade," she gasped in surprise.

Kanade threw her a quick look, paired with a greeting nod, before looking over Tsubasa's shoulder towards Maria. "Hot damn. Who is this slut?"

Tsubasa followed her eyes, turning towards Maria's form slowly shrinking with every step she took. "Her name is Maria."

"Oh, is she the one you're crushing on?"

"Yeah, she is," she sighed dreamily.

"Fuck, yeah. Great choice. Just look at her ass. You know, those are the moments that make me want to have a dick. I'd burry myself so hard in that bitch…" She underlined her words with a pretty vulgar thrust of her hips.

Tsubasa could not hold back a slight giggle, as she replied, eyes still locked on Maria: "You are sick, you know that?"

Kanade replied with a humorless laugh of her own. "Don't tell me you wouldn't eat her out like a bowl of rice."

"Well, I wouldn't word it like that, but I thought about it."

This time, Kanade's laugh was more genuine. Dirty, but heartfelt. "Hell yeah. Go get her, tiger."

This was when Tsubasa turned back around to Kanade. "It's just a dumb crush. She is way older than me. No way in Hell would I ever get close enough to her."

"Are you serious?" the redhead asked, a genuinely surprised look on her face. "You let a pussy like hers just pass you by? You do have a chance! You just have to take her and show her what's what!"

"You… you really think I can do it?"

"Sure. She is a foreigner, they fuck everything."

Before the two made their way home, Tsubasa risked a final look back, hoping to catch one last look at Maria's lovely form. But sadly, she already disappeared into one of the other streets.