It was the last class period of the day, and it felt like the longest. Zoë couldn't concentrate. She stared at the clock, waiting for the minute hand to reach the twelve. She couldn't take it anymore. Her girlfriend had been teasing her since lunch. They had computer science together last period and Rasha spent the whole time grazing her hand against Zoë's leg. She had to excuse herself to the washroom at one point, much to Rasha's amusement.
Only one more minute left.
As Zoë continued to stare at the clock she felt her phone vibrate in her purse. She pulled it out and saw that it was a text from Rasha. She smiled and quickly opened the message.
Meet me outside the prayer room after school ;)
Zoë's smile turned into a grin.
I'll be there. Be sure to bring your lips.
Right after she sent the text the bell rang. She stuffed her phone in her purse and jumped out of her seat. She swiftly spun around, bumping into Tristan.
"Whoa! Where's the fire?" He said.
"Sorry Tris. I just really have to go. I'm meeting up with someone."
He scoffed and smirked as he crossed his arms. "Meeting up with a certain sexy short-haired Syrian girl for some hot action?"
"What? No! I'm just… I have to talk to Perino about something and I want to catch him before he leaves. Now move." Zoë tried to push him out of the way, but he pushed her back.
"Yeah right! You're a terrible liar Zo. You're meeting up with Rasha for something sexy. It's all over your face."
She looked away trying to hide the obviousness of the situation.
"I don't know exactly what that sexy thing is, but I'm sure I'll get the details later."
Zoë rolled her eyes.
"Have fun! And be safe." He added with a stern finger.
"Shut up!" Zoë pushed him out of the way, successfully this time. "I'm leaving now. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"You better have juicy details for me Rivas! Every last one!" Tristan shouted at Zoë as she rushed out the door.
"Yeah, yeah." Zoë waved without looking back. She began to walk towards her destination. Thankfully she didn't have to stop at her locker. She walked through the door of the student council room and noticed that it was empty. She walked to the back and opened the door of the prayer room.
"Rasha?" She looked around, but there was no response.
She walked back out and set her purse down on the small table just outside the prayer room door. She heard the door of the student council room open, so she quickly turned around and saw Rasha.
"Hey! There you are!" Zoë said. "I was wondering where you-"
Rasha smashed her lips against Zoë's, cutting her off. This kiss was unlike any they've ever had before. It was rough and sloppy, like both of them needed more…and they did. Zoë put her arms around Rasha's neck and Rasha put her arms around Zoë's waist. They heard voices getting closer outside the door and quickly broke apart to see if anyone had seen them. Nobody did. Zoë was about to go lock the doors, but instead Rasha grabbed her hand and pulled her into the prayer room. She shut the door behind them and pushed Zoë against the back wall, kissing her even harder than before. They passionately kissed for a couple of minutes before breaking apart to catch their breaths.
"Wow, someone's in the mood," Zoë said in a sultry voice.
"Sorry," Rasha tittered. "Is it too much?"
"No, no. Not at all. I've just never seen you so…direct. It's kind of hot." She smirked.
"Well, you turn me on so much. I've been thinking about you all day."
"I've been thinking about you too." Zoë kissed Rasha again, this time more gently.
Rasha lightly bit Zoë's bottom lip, causing a moan to escape Zoë's mouth.
"Madame President! How unladylike of you. Now who's the one getting turned on?" She joked.
"Shut up and kiss me," Zoë begged before smashing her lips back onto Rasha's.
As their lips continued to wrestle, Rasha began to feel the wetness coating her center. She needed friction. She began to slightly rock her hips into Zoë's, hoping Zoë would do the same in response, but instead Zoë pulled away and looked at her with gleaming eyes.
Rasha began to panic. "What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"
"No, I was just curious…have you ever done this before?"
The corner of her mouth quirked up. "What? Made out with a girl in the school's Muslim prayer room? I can't say that I have."
"Ha ha," Zoë laughed sarcastically. "Technically it's also the QSA room. And no, that's not what I meant. Have you ever…you know…" She looked at Rasha hoping that she had caught on to what she was asking, but her girlfriend just stood there with a confused look on her face, so Zoë continued, "…more than kissed a girl?"
Rasha gave Zoë a comforting smile. She wanted Zoë to feel comfortable talking to her about stuff like this. "Once."
Zoë nodded. She wasn't really shocked by the answer.
"And you?"
"Once," Zoë said, mimicking the girl's previous answer.
Rasha nodded. There was an awkward silence. "So, are you saying that you want me to more than kiss you right now? Because I would hate to be that typical sexy girl that teases you all day long without doing you the favor of fixing it," she said smugly.
Zoë shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Just kiss me, okay?"
Their lips reconnected. At first it was gentle and passionate, but it quickly became more aggressive. This time Zoë was the one to rock her hips. Rasha got the hint, and knew that it was Zoë's way of telling her that she wanted more. Without breaking the kiss, Rasha moved her hand in between their bodies and pulled the front of Zoë's skirt up for easier access. She put her hand down Zoë's thong and felt the pool of wetness that coated the outside of her folds. It was like reaching into a thick lake. She smiled into Zoë's lips and let out a chuckle.
Zoë quickly became self-conscious. "What?" she panicked. She was afraid that she hadn't shaved enough. After all, she wasn't expecting this to happen today, especially not at school.
"You're very wet," Rasha whispered seductively into Zoë's ear.
With those words, Zoë felt a wave of heat rush to her center.
"Let me clean that up for you," the short-haired girl said before kissing her girlfriend once more. She dropped down to her knees and reached under Zoë's skirt. Ironically, it was the same white skirt that she was wearing what they first kissed. She slowly pulled Zoë's black silk thong down her legs. Zoë spread her legs to give the girl better access. The Syrian pulled the front of the brunette's skirt up and over her head as her eyes met with the wet mound in front of her. It was perfect. It wasn't too bony or too big, but was just the right size with a little bit of hair on it, which was just the way the Syrian girl liked it. She closed her eyes and inhaled through her nose. She was hit with that heady scent that she loved so much. That's one of the things she loved most about women; the way they smelled. She pressed her lips against Zoë's center and kissed her gently a few times. Then, she slowly dragged her tongue up Zoë's slit.
Zoë closed her eyes and let out a breathy moan. She rested the back of her head against the wall and reached up with her right hand to grab the wall shelf above her. "Yep, I'm definitely gay," she whispered to herself before an unexpected whimper escaped her lips.
Rasha heard her and smiled. She was glad to know that she was doing her job in reassuring her girlfriend of her sexuality. She drew circles with her tongue on Zoë's enlarged clit.
"Mmm yes. That feels so good." Zoë reached down with her left hand and put it on Rasha's head, which was covered by her skirt. She pushed her girlfriend's face into her center as she thrust her hips back and forth. Rasha licked her harder and faster, making small circles.
"Oh fuck! Right there! Don't move!" Rasha continued her movements and made sure not to change anything she was doing.
Suddenly, the door swung open. "Hey Zoë, are you in-"
"Shit! Winston!" Zoë shouted.
Rasha started to pull her head away, but Zoë pushed her head back down. There was no way she was letting her lose that spot.
"I, uh…I…" Winston stammered, staring wide-eyed at the girls.
"Get out!" Zoë raged.
"Yeah, sorry." He quickly turned around and left, shutting the door behind him.
"Keep going," Zoë said, "I'm still close."
Rasha complied and continued to massage the brunette's clit with her tongue. This time, she made circles in the opposite direction.
"Ugh yes…Keep going Rasha…Fuck that feels so good…I'm so close…Keep going," Zoë spat out between breaths.
Rasha could feel her girlfriend getting wetter. She knew it was only a matter of time before the brunette's release. Her tongue was getting tired, but she made sure to keep a consistent rhythm.
Zoë felt the heat rush through her body and her abdomen tighten. "Shit, Rasha!" she yelled as her walls began to contract. Rasha kept licking, helping her girlfriend ride out her orgasm. It was about thirty seconds before Zoë finally patted Rasha's head, signaling her to stop. Rasha pulled her head out from under the skirt and looked at her girlfriend, who was panting in an attempt to catch her breath. She had her eyes shut tight. The short-haired girl softly kissed the brunette's cheek.
Zoë opened her eyes and said between short breaths, "That…was...amazing." After a few more moments of heavy breathing, she finally caught her breath and let out a huge sigh. Her mouth curved into a smile as she opened her eyes and looked at her girlfriend. "Damn."
They both laughed.
"You're really good!" Zoë said in almost a shocked tone of voice.
"I've never gotten any complaints," Rasha winked. "But we should probably leave before someone else walks in." She chuckled.
"Good point. Let's go." Zoë slid her thong back on, then grabbed her girlfriend's hand. They opened the door and walked out.
"Finally," said Winston, who was sitting at the large table outside the prayer room.
"Um, what are you doing here? Were you spying on us?!" Zoë crossed her arms as she waited for an explanation.
"Um, no. I was just sitting here waiting for you." He smirked, "Although, I did hear you. You were pretty loud"
Zoë and Rasha looked at each other, then Zoë looked back at Winston. "Why were you waiting for me?"
"Seriously? Remember when you said we could work on our presentation after school?" Winston motioned at his laptop and books that were in front of him on the table. "You said to meet you here in the student council room, but I didn't see you. Miles said he saw you and Rasha go in the prayer room, so I looked for you. I figured I'd let you two…you know…finish, so I waited for you out here."
"Wait, so Miles told you that he saw me and Rasha, my girlfriend, go in here alone, and you didn't think that information would warrant a knock?" Zoë pursed her lips as she waited for a reply.
"Well, I didn't think that you guys would be getting it on in the prayer room." Winston pointed at the room behind them with his hand.
"Technically it's also the QSA room," Zoë added matter-of-factly.
Rasha was beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Okay," she laughed nervously, "I'm just going to go and let you two work on your presentation. I'll text you tonight Zoë." Rasha kissed her girlfriend on the cheek, and then smiled at Winston before walking towards the door.
Zoë watched Rasha walk out of the room, staring at her ass. Again, those jeans. Zoë smiled as she thought about what had just happened between them. She could still feel the wetness between her legs. She snapped herself out of her daydream and looked over at Winston, who was smirking at her. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Let's just do this." Zoë hastily sat down in the chair next to Winston. "Okay, what have you got so far?" She asked.
"Just the first three slides."
Zoë took the laptop and looked over the slides. "Hmm. Okay, this looks good. I was thinking that maybe we could incorporate some YouTube clips into the presentation. After all, our presentation is about current events and how the media portrays them. What's more current than YouTube? They don't have to be long clips. Maybe just some videos showing examples of different news sources. We can show the biased ones and the unbiased ones and see how they compare with each other. We could even try to find the same story released through different news outlets! Not only would we be able to compare the different evening news sources to each other, but we could also see how the television news sources compare to written sources like newspapers, online articles, tabloids, etc. But we would have to find something big enough that everyone would want to cover. Hmm. What do you think?"
Zoë looked at Winston who was staring off into space, deep in thought. "Hello, Earth to Winston. Are you listening to me?" She nudged his arm.
"Huh, what?"
"Seriously? Did you hear anything I-" Zoë looked down and noticed something protruding in Winston's pants. She jumped out of her seat. "Whoa!"
Winston grabbed one of his folders and quickly put it over his lap.
"Oh my god!" Zoë exclaimed repulsively. "Is that…are you…are you getting aroused by me?!"
"No!" Winston yelled. "It's not you, I swear!"
"Okay, then what? That doesn't just happen for no reason!"
"I don't know. I was just thinking about…um…something that I saw earlier. I was just daydreaming."
Zoë studied his face, trying to see if he was telling the truth. "Oh yeah, and what was that? I know you're not getting any action at home, and nothing interesting like that ever happens at Degrassi..." Then it hit her. "Oh god. Ew ew ew," Zoë said as she paced back and forth, shaking her hands in the air as if there was something on them. "Seriously? You were thinking about me and Rasha and got a freaking boner?!"
Winston sat there looking guilty. He couldn't even deny it.
"What, so you think we're lesbians just to turn guys on? You think we're just here to fulfill the disgusting male fantasies about us, is that it?"
"No no! I don't think any of that, honestly! But I am a straight guy, and it's natural for me to get turned on by seeing two women together. It's basic biology!"
"You know what, I blame the porn industry. Most of the lesbian porn isn't even realistic. With their super long acrylic nails, and foot long dildos. Not to mention scissoring, I mean, that's not even a thing! We don't do any of that. It's like lesbian porn is made for men, but where's the lesbian porn made for us actual lesbians huh? It's so frustrating," Zoë huffed.
"Y-you watch p-porn?" Winston looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"Okay, gross! Now you're thinking about me watching porn?! Can you stop thinking about me and get that thing down already? It's seriously grossing me out."
"I'm sorry! It doesn't exactly work like that. I can't help it. It's not really something I can control. It just happens whenever I get…you know…in the mood."
Zoë thought about it for a second. She figured it must be annoying to have to worry about your genitals popping up out of nowhere whenever you thought about sex. If she had a penis, she'd probably have a boner all the time, especially around Rasha. Luckily, she didn't have to worry about that, and she could think about sex whenever she wanted without anyone knowing. That had to be so embarrassing. She began to genuinely feel bad for him.
Her face softened. Alright, well, why don't you just go to the bathroom and…I don't know, take care of it or something. I can wait here for you and work on the slides.
"Okay, thanks for understanding Zoë. I'll be right back." Winston ran out of the room with the folder still covering his crotch.
"And that's why I'm a lesbian," Zoë whispered to herself as she sat back down and began browsing through YouTube.