GRACYN

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Ellie Williams. Total loser. You didn’t even know if you had any classes with her. Partially because half the time the girl didn’t even show up to class. And partially because you didn’t really know her. She wasn’t really a thought in your mind.

But Ellie knew you. Everyone knew you. Ellie always thought you were cute. But she knew you were way out of her league. She wasn’t convinced you probably didn’t even know her name.

You were on the cheer team, dating the quarterback. All that raunchy chic flick shit. Not really Ellie’s scene anyway.

So she really had no clue how she had you in the bathroom, pushed back against the sink. Her hands stuffed in your panties, rubbing firm circles at your clit. The noises she drew out of you were just heavenly.

You wanted to blame it on the alcohol in your system — or the fact that you maybe just wanted to get back at your shitty boyfriend for just being the asshole he was. Not the fact that you maybe actually liked the girl

Never that.

You fell in love with the way she touched you. Like she wanted you to cum more than you did. She touched you with the urgency your boyfriend lacked. Her lips found the sweet spots on your neck that were foreign to you.

She would whisper sweet things in your ear. How pretty you looked, How good you were being. It was perfect really.

So it could be your guys secret.

The second mistake was at her house. You shouldn’t have said yes to her invite.

You two were on her bed, sharing the blunt she’d rolled. Ellie was laying back on her pillows, you watched her. The smoke leave her lips.

Your eyes traced over her face. It was embarrassing how much you liked her.

“What?” Her voice broke the silence. You shook your head— feigning nonchalance. But the grin on her face made you smile. She didn’t really waste anytime after that.

Her lips found yours, blunt discarded.

It was messy, like you both were trying to get more. You chased after one another. Teeth clashing.

She shifted, almost on top of you. You lying down on the bed. Her lips found your jaw. Your mind wandered— what this looked like. You and her. What people would think.

Your eyes closed when she kissed that spot on your neck. It’s almost as if she knew your body inside and out. Her hands wandered, up your sides and under your shirts. Not forcefully— like she was hinting. Giving you the choice to say no. Or back out.

But you needed it. To forget— to lose yourself in her. In this moment.

You help her remove your top, she whispers something. Something that you couldn’t quite make out.

She kissed your breasts. The exposed fat peaking out from your bra.

“Shit.”

Your voice was a hush. You didn’t want slow— you didn’t want her to admire you. To see you. So, your hands found the buttons of your bottoms. Giving her what everyone wanted from you. What he wanted from you.

Ellie didn’t really pay mind to you though. Cause she wanted to see you. To make you feel pretty. Cause god, in her eyes you were a goddess. An actual fucking goddess. Cause she knew, you shouldn’t not be in her bed right now.

So, she took her time. Kissing down your body. Your stomach. She finished the job on your pants. You lift your hips to help her remove them.

You let them fall to the floor. Ellie situated herself between your thighs. Her fingers loop around your underwear, tugging them down.

Once they were discarded, she looked almost shocked. A soft huff of a laugh escaped her lips. “What?” The self consciousness evident in your voice.

She shook her head. “Nothing.” She said, pushing your thighs apart. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”

Her words made your breath hitch, not for long though. Her mouth found your core, Kissing your clit like she had all the time in the world. Her tongue explores— tasting you.

“Oh— oh fuck.” you breathe. Hips jutting towards her mouth, chasing the feeling. It was different then when he did it. He ate you like he was trying to get it over with. Ellie took her time, tasting you, exploring your pussy. Cause the auburn haired girl was in heaven.

Her tongue swirled around your bundle of nerves, her hands found your hips. She held you steady as she ate you out.

“Shit, Ellie. Yeah.” The way you said her name egged her on. Her tongue found your hole, nose bumping against your clit just right. Perfect.

You were just so lost in the feeling, broken moans and whines falling past your lips.

The way she worked on your pussy. Ellie couldn’t even think about anything else but you.

She was just so into you.

“Ugh— fuck Ellie.” You moan out as her lips wrap around your puffy nub. “Mm— yeah.”

You felt the orgasm building up. She could tell too.

The way your body began to tense, the way your sounds began to get a little higher. That’s when she heard you.

“Ellie— I’m gonna cum, shit.”

Ellie didn’t let up as you came. Her lips still giving your clit all that attention. Your hand found her hair. Tugging slightly at her locks. Ellie groaned at the feeling. The vibrations going straight to your cunt.

When you came down, you were breathing heavily. Ellie pulled back to look at you. Chuckling slightly like she was proud of herself, cause she was.

You stayed the night with her. Falling asleep in each others arms. You were both so naive to think— to believe this could be something.

It continued like this for months. Seeing her in secret. Stolen moments at nights. Sneaking off with her in closets — your car, her car. Where ever.

It killed Ellie though. The way you didn’t even spare her a glance in the halls, in class.

She hated seeing you with him.

The way you let him touch you, your waist, your hands, your thighs. The way he’d hiss your cheek, jaw and neck. The same way she did.

She hated it.

It was april now. That meant you’d been doing this — whatever this was for about five months. Cheating. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. Icky.

Sure your boyfriend wasn’t perfect.

He was arrogant, rude sometimes. But you stilled loved him. Right?

You did.

So that’s why you told yourself this would be the last time. With her. It was fun— god it was amazing with her. Even when you weren’t sexing. Just being with each other.

But it couldn’t be more than a secret. She couldn’t be more than a secret.

Tonight was a little different when she took you to her room. Just the aura— or her. She was quiet. Like she knew.

But she still kissed you with that same urgency, passionately. Cause she was in love with you. And there was no denying that you were in love with her.

But it simply wasn’t meant to be. That’s what you told yourself. It scared you. Being with a girl.

You tried not to think about it. You let her touch you, soaking up in the feeling. The feeling you’d never feel again. Not with her at least.

You were slow with it, when your clits met. You on top of her. Moving your hips slowly at first. Getting used to the way you fit together.

The pleasure was almost overwhelming. Pussies smooshed together. Ellie was in heaven. Her face all twisted in pleasure. Little whines escaping her lips.

You loved watching her, knowing that you were making her feel good. The curses that spilled past her lips every time your clots bumped.

You both didn’t last long, the feeling so overwhelming for the both of you. You both came in a twisted sync. Something so perfect to last. You both came to a slow, you rolled off of her. Laying next to her.

You both stayed quiet for a bit. Catching your breath.

Ellie felt the feeling in her stomach. Like a burden. “I think I’m in love with you.” She blurted. The expression on your face told her she shouldn’t have bothered.

Your heart stuttered. And you shake your head like you couldn’t even look at her. “Don’t.” You whisper.

You didn’t wanna break her heart. God you didn’t. So you didn’t let her see your face as you left. Grabbing you clothes and changing in silence. Ellie was too ashamed to even argue. Beg you to stay. Her heart was telling her too. But the words wouldn’t leave her lips.

Ellie’s eyes closed as the door slammed shut.

Maybe if the words did leave her lips, you would’ve stayed. Maybe you would’ve left your shitty boyfriend for her. Let her love you in public. Not just in her sheets.