Mitchie's POV
As we approached the classroom that Alex told me was my mom's, I noticed a full class of kids sitting quietly at their desks whilst my mom checked attendance. Alex and I were holding hands as she knocked the door, causing my mom to look up and sigh visibly at us. As Alex pushed the door open it made a loud creaking sound, causing everyone that wasn't already watching to see who knocked to look up and notice us.
"Wait outside, girls." My mom ordered us strictly.
We sat on the steps outside the classroom, never once allowing our hands to disconnect. I crossed my legs roughly, the tingling that Alex had previously left there still hitting me strongly.
"You've got me so hot baby… wanna ditch and fix me?" I whispered into her ear, seductively biting her lobe when I'd finished.
"Oh my god, you're so sexy when you… unf… what exactly would you want me to do to you?" She asked, testing the waters to see how far I'd go with her. I smirked; I was never one to lose a game.
"I want you to take me away from here and fuck me senseless; I want your face between my legs and your lips working wonders on my clit because what you do with your tongue in my mouth makes it obvious that you'll be great when you go down there." I told her seriously, causing her to blush profusely and disconnect her hand, wrapping her arm around my back and slipping her hand underneath my butt.
Just as she squeezed, erupting a cross between a moan and a yelp from me, my mom came outside of the classroom. "Why are you so late?" She asked us sternly; right now she wasn't my mom, she was my teacher. "Alex, honey, do you not feel well? You're looking a little red and flustered." She suddenly switched to compassionate when she noticed that Alex didn't look like her usual self. Taking in Alex's blush and my look of heat caused her to piece together what she thought were the pieces of the puzzle and conclude that Alex was sick. Playing along couldn't hurt.
"Mom, she's sick, can we go home so I can look after her? I promise you can make us do the work later when she's feeling a bit better." I offered, knowing my mom too well to know she'd make us stay if Alex was sick.
"Of course, baby. I'll sign you out and you can go back to ours, there's soup in the cupboard which you can cook." She told us before rushing back into her classroom, emerging seconds later with two pink slips. "Here are your passes to leave; this is a one off because she's clearly sick. I shouldn't be doing this but I don't want you to get any worse. I hope you feel better soon, Alex."
With that we left hurriedly, both desperate to get to my house as quick as possible. As she drove, Alex took every opportunity that arose to brush the back of her hand against my covered-clit and every single time it caught me off guard, resulting in me jumping.
I couldn't even remember unlocking the front door, I could just remember being slammed forcefully into it the second I'd closed it. Alex wasted no time in stripping me, slipping my blazer from my arms and literally ripping my shirt open, not even bothering to undo the buttons which flew off around the room.
We made our way upstairs, never once disconnecting our lips or bodies.
Once we made it to my room Alex shoved me back onto my bed and straddled my waist. She made it look as if she was going to kiss me but instead she connected her lips to my neck and began to suck roughly on it, relentlessly sinking her teeth into my quickly-bruising skin.
"Aaah, Alex," I moaned out, quickly losing my ability to breathe properly. She pulled away and smirked at me; she knew exactly what effect she was having on me. Her hand slipped up my skirt quickly so she could rub my thighs, tantalisingly slowly, as she moved her lips from my neck and trailed them down the top half of my body, kissing, licking and sucking at every part of exposed skin she could get to. I whimpered involuntarily, trying desperately to prevent her from realising exactly how much control she really had over me.
"What do you want?" She asked in a husky voice, pulling my bra straps down from my shoulders with her teeth and grazing my shoulders in the process. I groaned and tangled my hands in her hair to stop myself from just doing the job that she should have been doing. "Tell me baby; tell me what to do, dominate me." She moaned out before licking the valley between my breasts then slipping her tongue underneath my bra to flick my nipple.
I seemed to be a moaning, groaning wreck underneath her and I knew that she was seeing it as a game; if I didn't tell her what I wanted she wouldn't do it and it was as simple as that. "Fuck me." I growled, trying to take charge and flip us over. I couldn't do it; she pinned me down harder and moved so she was looking into my eyes. She raised an eyebrow and trailed her tongue across her bottom lip, teasing me.
"Fuck you?" She asked. I nodded submissively, "That's a dirty word, Mitch… Are you a dirty girl?" She asked teasingly. I nodded, willing to agree to anything at this moment of desperation. Before she spoke again she reached behind my back and unhooked my bra, in one swift motion, tossing it uncaringly to the floor. "Fuck you how?"
Her head dipped down and she bit at my left nipple roughly, playing with the other one with both of her hands and erupting yet another mess of moans from the back of my throat. "Lexi, I swear to God if you don't fuck me right now I will go over there and get my vibrator and do it myself." I threatened her, being as genuine as I could. She looked up at me, a devilish glint residing in her eyes.
"You'll go nowhere and receive no real pleasure until you tell me exactly what you want."
This was it, time to switch on the dirty talk. "Touch me, touch me everywhere." I told her. She complied, touching everywhere except my centre, then looked at me expectantly. "I want you to get as many fingers inside me as you can, right now I don't even care if you hurt me." I growled at her, causing her to push my red thong to the side and slip her hand up my skirt, sliding a single finger inside me, finally offering me some sort of relief. "Oh, god," I hissed at her, letting my eyes roll back in my head as she added another two fingers. "Shit, baby, don't stop."
Another finger was slipped inside me and I was at my maximum with a total of four fingers inside me. She was really stretching me and it was kind of hurting but I was getting off on it, the pain only added to the immense amount of pleasure as she pumped in and out of me, making everything down there wetter by the pump. "Oh god, my clit…" I instructed her with no actual instructions. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised and I knew I'd have to continue. "Touch it, lick it, suck it, bite it," I ordered, enough for her to shift her face from opposite my own down to level with my centre. She pulled her fingers out of me, earning a saddened moan; then attached her tongue to my clit. "I didn't fucking tell you to pull out."
"Feisty… relax, I want to try something, I've never done it before but I've secretly always wanted to, if you don't mind." She breathed out, sucking her four fingers clean. I nodded, unsure of what she wanted to do. She grinned and quickly inserted a single finger inside me, pumping in and out extremely quickly before pulling it out again and admiring it. "That should do… lift your hips up," She instructed and I did, almost certain of what she was going to do. "If this hurts or you don't like it just tell me." She told me firmly as she reached behind me and slipped her moist finger into my ass.
"Oh shit." I breathed out, I knew that was what she was going to do but the feeling of it was still a shock.
"Does it hurt?" she asked worriedly, slowly beginning to retreat.
"Yes, don't take it out." I growled at her firmly. It did hurt but I was getting off on it, I'd experimented a few times with my vibrator in that hole but I'd never really liked it… with Alex it was different and it was definitely pleasurable. She smirked and slowly began to pump her finger in my asshole, getting more confident with each pump and eventually pounding my ass with her finger. I felt her go to insert another but I shook my head quickly to stop her. "One's enough for now; just get your tongue right up my pussy because I'm so close." I ordered her, the sensation in my ass building and only making me wetter.
Her tongue quickly complied with what I asked and I soon felt myself getting close to my peak.
All it took for her to completely bring me over the edge was a harsh bite on my clit and a sudden twist of her tongue, causing me to literally scream for her. "Aaaaah!" I yelled, not caring that the neighbours could probably hear. "Oh god, yes, Alex, oh god," I moaned uncontrollably, shaking as she helped me to ride out my orgasm.
Once I'd finally finished coming she crawled up the bed to lay with me, my skirt was pushed right up, covering my stomach and my underwear was totally in the wrong place but I didn't care enough to move either as her finger finally slipped out of my ass.
"You tasted so good." She told me, sucking all of her fingers clean, even the one that was in my ass. Even though I'd come down from my orgasm, the thought of her sucking me off of herself turned me on again. Thankfully this time it was bearable.
"I'm sure you taste just as great," I began with a smirk, switching our positions so I was the one in control.
An hour later
"Girls, I'm home, are you in?" My mom called from downstairs. We'd dozed off together after our vigorous activities, so the slightest noise woke us up and it terrified me. Alex and I were half asleep, naked, cuddled up in my bed with just a thin white sheet to keep us from being exposed.
"Yeah, mom, just a minute, Alex has thrown up, we're just cleaning it up." I called back quickly, gathering our uniform from the floor and quickly putting my own back on after tossing Alex's to her. My shirt was ruined; thankfully I had lots of white shirts and quickly threw one on from my closet.
"Oh, honey, you don't have to clean that, I can do it," She called, making her way up the stairs. I quickly kicked my bedroom door open once Alex had re-buttoned her shirt and straightened out her skirt. The tie wasn't important on her part because I could quickly come up with an excuse for that. I had a clean white shirt, my school skirt and tie on whilst Alex was lying on the bed, acting tired, with her shirt and skirt on, her tie and blazer residing on the floor in a pile. "I thought she threw up?" She asked me quizzically.
"Yeah, so did I but she didn't, it was just her coke coming back up so I wiped it with tissue and tossed it in the garbage can." I told her, gesturing to my trash can which was full of used-makeup-wipes which could easily be mistaken for tissue. My mom eyed me suspiciously then sat on my bed next to Alex who was doing a damn good job of feigning 'tired, sick girl.'
She gently pressed her hand to Alex's forehead, earning a pained groan from my incredible actress of a girlfriend. "What hurts, honey?" She asked caringly. Alex lost her composure for a split second before quickly regaining it and shifting away from my mom slightly then coughing.
"My head feels like it is being punched from inside on the front and my stomach feels queasy. My throat doesn't feel too good either," she lied easily, obviously so used to pretending to be sick.
"You're a little warm, maybe you should go to sleep for a little while?" My mom suggested kindly.
"I was, kind of, before you called up to us." Alex admitted quietly, making her voice deliberately groggy.
"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Go back to sleep, honey. Have you had some of that soup?" My mom asked, referring to what she instructed us earlier. Alex shook her head and my mom looked at me, shocked. "Mitchie, you're a terrible girlfriend! Go downstairs and make your sick girlfriend some soup, now." She ordered me firmly upon Alex telling her she hadn't eaten.
"Oh, no, Ms. Munroe, it's okay. She gave me something else to eat." Alex said, aimed more at me alongside a wink which my mom didn't seem to catch on to. "Honestly, I can live without soup."
"All right then, honey, if you're sure. Try and get some rest, I need you better for tomorrow's lesson; I promise it's something you two will be interested in." My mom told the both of us with a smirk. She left the room but didn't close the door, standing her ground with the 'no closed doors' rule that she'd enforced when Alex first came over.
Alex and I looked at each other questioningly then burst into laughter which we managed to control the volume of, somehow.
"You know baby, I really am a little tired after all that eating, a nap doesn't sound half bad." Alex suggested as she supressed a yawn. I smiled adoringly at her and nodded in agreement, feeling a wave of tiredness overwhelm me. I trudged slowly over to my bed where Alex was lying on the left and flopped down lazily next to her. "A nap is great no matter what, but a nap with you in my arms sounds perfect no matter when it is." She told me, being cheesy as hell. I grinned at her and climbed under the covers, tangling my legs with hers.
"You're beautiful and that was amazing. This time last year, if someone had told me I'd be having the best sex of my life with a girl I'd have told them they were crazy, yet it just happened." I admitted quietly to her as I fought a losing battle against the yawn that escaped my lips. I nestled my head in the crook of her neck and draped my right arm across her toned stomach, lying on my side snuggled up to the beautiful girl next to me.
"This time last year if someone had told me I'd meet someone like you I'd have said the same. I'm so glad I met you, Mitch." She whispered to me as she began stroking my hair. I closed my eyes and hummed in response, unable to form a proper sentence being suddenly so tired.
Sonny's POV
The girls had been in Mitchie's room for over three hours and I hadn't heard a peep out of them. I would normally be suspicious given Mitchie's recent past but since Alex was clearly sick I didn't think anything of it. At six o'clock the dinner I'd prepared for the three of us was ready and I'd called up to the girls, receiving no response.
After a few minutes of still no response I made my way upstairs to Mitchie's room where I found my little girl snuggled into her girlfriend's side, the both of them fast asleep. Mitchie had her arm slung across Alex's waist over the sheets whilst Alex had both of her arms wrapped protectively around Mitchie's shoulders. I smiled slightly at the sight of them, I didn't like one bit that Mitchie was in a relationship with a girl nor that she was gay but out of all the girls she could have been with, I was glad she was with Alex.
I knew it was wrong but when Mitchie told me that she was gay I just wanted to cry, I wanted to scream at her and tell her to get over it, I wanted nothing more than for her to burst into laughter and tell me she was kidding. For a split second I even wanted her to have been into hard drugs or addicted to alcohol rather than gay; something that was fixable, that I could help her to overcome.
It sounds so bad but no parent wants their child to tell them that they're gay, especially not when it's their only child. I love my daughter more than anything else on the planet and I knew I always would, after the fight I fought for her I knew that she was all I had.
I was trying so hard to accept her because I knew that the way she was feeling wasn't her fault, I knew that everything I was saying to her should be true, that I was just happy that she was happy, but honestly, I'd kill to see her happy with a guy.
My problem not being that she won't be able to become a mother herself or that she'll never live a 'normal' life, my only problem was that at only seventeen years old, she'd already been forced out of her school and almost hospitalised because of it. I didn't want a life of judgement and ridicule for my little girl.
I was trying to accept her, I really was, but it was just so hard.