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extemporallyTweed Skirts May Be A Problem
Spencer was pretty sure the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing only made sense as a fantasy when one wasn’t actually a Catholic schoolgirl, but even on the best of days the sight of Ryan tugging her skirt down in an attempt to make it cover more of her thighs made it Spencer want to look, and look again, so maybe it was just Ryan.
nc-17, girl!Ryan/girl!Spencer, ~3300 words
Lol guys this has got to be the most rated thing I've ever written. Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
colouredmango for letting me spam her with this mercilessly, and helping me out when I got stuck!
It all started one day after school.
Spencer pinned Ryan to the bed, saying, "Tell me what you want, Ryan." Ryan whined a little, deep in her throat, and bucked her hips up further, which Spencer took as a good sign. She gripped Ryan's wrists a little harder, and said, "Tell me all your fantasies." She bit her lip and hoped that didn't sound too cheesy - fuck, it probably was, but she wanted to know all of them.
Ryan's pupils got a little more blown, if it was possible - Spencer wouldn't have noticed if their noses weren't currently touching - and said, "I want - I want -" Spencer breathed a sigh of relief, internally, and smiled predatorily.
"Go on, Ryan," she coaxed, running her right hand down Ryan's side, stopping to graze at her side. "What do you want?"
Ryan appeared determined to keep quiet, although it didn't really work since she was breathing heavily, and Spencer could feel it, warm puffs against her cheeks. She bit her lip, and spread her legs further.
"Spencer..."
"Tell me," Spencer said soothingly, mouthing against the inside of Ryan's thigh, although it didn't seem to work. She could feel Ryan vibrating with tension, jumpy and hyper-real, staring at Spencer from her pillow, slumped against the sheets. "Before we got together. Did you think of this?"
"Yes, yes," Ryan muttered, frantic with relief. "Fuck, Spencer, please..."
"How?"
She could feel Ryan stiffen again. "What?"
She moved her head and spoke against Ryan's pussy. She was sure Ryan could hear every word, though, so she dropped her voice a little.
"How did we do it, I mean. Where were we? What was I doing to you? Tell me everything, Ryan." After she spoke she started licking away in earnest, earning little mewls from Ryan - finally, finally - and felt her start to tense after just a few seconds.
Spencer stopped. Ryan nearly sobbed, clutching the sheets between her fingers and said, "Please - Spencer - please, fuck -"
Spencer smiled again, softly, and reached up to stroke Ryan's cheek with a wet finger. Ryan shuddered, and inclined her head ever so slightly.
"Soon, Ryan – just tell me." She placed Ryan's hands on her shoulders, and ducked down again.
Ryan tossed restlessly above her, and said, "At school, in the toilets..."
Spencer rewarded her with a quick lick, and Ryan groaned. "Yes?" Spencer said, as encouragingly as she knew how, with her chin shoved against the mattress.
"You go down on me, and I, I'm not wearing anything underneath - god, Spencer!"
Spencer felt her pulse start to race too, harder than it ever had, and scrabbled down gracelessly, shoving away at her shorts - maybe she should have listened when Ryan protested at her being fully-clothed while she was naked, and wiggled her fingers until she found her sensitive spot, and said, "God..."
She braced her left hand on Ryan's hip, and started suckling away in earnest until Ryan grew more frenzied, tugging on Spencer's hair despite her best efforts not to do so - Spencer could tell - and came. Spencer continued giving head, more and more erratically, until Ryan's gasps turned to still, contented breathing. It was another five seconds before she seemed to realise that Spencer was still fingering herself, and raised herself up on her elbows, flushed from orgasm, and said - "Let me -"
It was too late, and Spencer was already convulsing around her fingers, head pillowed on Ryan's thigh. She would have found it embarrassing if Ryan if she hadn't been so turned on by the image of Ryan wearing nothing beneath their regulation school skirt - fuck.
"Ryan," she said. Ryan hummed sleepily.
"Would you really do it?"
--
And that was how Spencer found herself at school, squirming a little on the steps as she waited for Ryan to turn up at their usual meeting place, before lessons started.
She chewed on her lip, a little. Ryan hadn’t said anything, yesterday, just hummed a little, in that way that meant she was less reluctant to actually do it than she’d seemed, and Spencer hadn’t pushed it, and they’d just cuddled a little for a while before starting on their homework. And then it had gotten dark, and Ryan had gone home and they hadn’t mentioned it, even after Spencer had given her a kiss, short and brief, but with a little more tongue than they were used to for a kiss of that length.
To her left, the tree dropped shed a few leaves when a breeze ran through the school grounds, briefly. Some eighth-graders shrieked, and tried to catch them. Spencer ignored them and stared at her shoes. Don’t think about it, she admonished herself. It was a bad idea to start off the school day with wet underpants.
Suddenly a shadow loomed above her and Spencer looked up. It was Ryan, shouldering her ridiculously large backpack, staring down at her impenetrably.
"Oh, it’s you," Spencer said, and shifted a little to give Ryan some space on the steps. "You’re late."
Ryan ignored that, and didn’t sit down. She was a little flushed, and as Spencer stared up at her, she bit her lip. "I did it."
Spencer felt her pulse begin to race. She probably isn’t talking what you’re thinking about, she told herself, and stared at Ryan’s tweed skirt, almost too short after her growth spurt, as if it could give any clues as to Ryan’s state of nakedness beneath it. "What?"
"You know," Ryan stared at a spot just above Spencer’s head, her voice deliberately flat. "I’m not wearing any underwear."
Spencer stared at her, and grasped Ryan’s wrist. "Um, okay," she said uncertainly.
Ryan narrowed her eyes. "I thought you wanted it, too."
"No, no -" Spencer said, flustered. "I do, I do like it. Please, Ryan." She said the last two words quietly, as if anyone, even the shrieking eighth-graders next to them could hear it, as if they could hear it and know what was going on right away.
Ryan continued to loom over her, somewhat uncertainly, Spencer thought. "That – that’s good, then." Her eyes grew darker than they already seemed, and Spencer wondered how it felt, the rough tweed brushing against the backs of her thighs, and the slight wind that seemed to make Ryan’s skirt tremble and sway, just slightly.
Spencer would have said more, but then the bell began to ring. She jumped up, grabbing her own backpack, and slapped at Ryan’s ass slightly. Any casual onlooker would have seen it as a friendly thing, nothing much really, but she didn’t miss the way Ryan jumped, slightly. She fancied she could feel something more, in that brief half a second’s worth of contact.
She said, "See you later, alligator," and turned away to head down the hall, to homeroom. Ryan didn’t even roll her eyes.
--
All throughout lessons Spencer felt as if she was slowly being driven mad. She thought, Ryan’s in English now and later, Physics lab. She wondered how Ryan felt, sitting in her chair with all the other students around, each completely unaware that Ryan was bare underneath the skirt.
As if in sympathy, she shifted a little. She knew Ryan wore gym shorts, usually, underneath her uniform, and sometimes when she sprawled on the ground carelessly she wouldn’t bother to keep her legs together, completely primly. But – and here she bit her lip again – it must be different, now that Ryan wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt, she must be pressing her knees together under her desk, as everyone else continued with Moby-Dick completely unaware, Ryan must be tucking the folds of her skirt under her thighs like their Health and Safety teacher was forever telling them to do, so that no one would see a single thing, no one could see a single thing. She felt slightly dirty, too, like she was pretty sure the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing only made sense as a fantasy when one wasn’t actually a Catholic schoolgirl, but even on the best of days the sight of Ryan tugging her skirt down in an attempt to make it cover more of her thighs made it Spencer want to look, and look again, so maybe it was just Ryan.
She’d never been more relieved when the bell finally rang for lunch. As she stood up, legs slightly shaky, she felt so turned on that she twisted her head back to look at her skirt, to make sure that she hadn’t actually leaked through to show a wet spot, even though she wasn’t sure that was actually possible.
Greta, who sat next to Spencer, smiled at her sympathetically. "Period?" she enquired, shoving her books into her bag.
Spencer looked at her, a little startled, but mostly thankful that her nose was currently buried in her bag. Well, no, the opposite, really. She finally decided it was easiest to say, "Um, yeah."
Greta straightened up, and peered at her skirt. Spencer hadn’t been expecting that and jumped a little.
"Well, there’s nothing, don’t worry." She leaned over and tapped Spencer on the arm reassuringly. Spencer felt so overstimulated it was slightly ridiculous, and when Greta touched Spencer she felt as if she couldn’t bear it any more.
"Okay, thanks," she choked out, finally. "Uh, see you around."
It was forever before she made it out the door, lost in the crowd of high-schoolers all heading to the cafeteria.
--
She found Ryan at their lockers, which were next to each other, and stopped at a distance, looking at the bend of her neck, disappearing into her shirt collar, and the face she made when she chucked a book (calculus, probably) into her locker.
Spencer came up to her, and Ryan said, "Oh, hi." They were both aware of how ridiculously inane that sounded, and Spencer could smell Ryan’s soap – it was supposed to be peach but just smelled like scented soap, made warm by Ryan’s skin.
Spencer couldn’t stand it any longer, and slammed the locker shut, before taking hold of Ryan’s wrist. Ryan gazed up at her, eyes widening.
"Come on," Spencer hissed, and led her to the nearest toilet, both of them walking as fast as they possibly could down the near-empty hallway, without actually running.
As they entered the toilet, a younger girl stepped out of the cubicles and started washing her hands. Ryan and Spencer looked at each other and started giggling hysterically – what the fuck, seriously – and the girl gave them a strange look, as though suspecting they might be drunk, or high, or both. Spencer waited another two seconds, tapping her foot impatiently, but she seemed to take forever to wash her hands and didn’t seem to get it, and neither of them could bear it any longer so Spencer took Ryan’s hand again, and pulled her into the handicapped cubicle.
She thought she could see the girl’s eyes widening from the mirror, as the door slammed shut. Ryan locked it, her long fingers fumbling.
"Finally," Ryan whispered, and surged up to kiss Spencer, arms thrown around her neck, as Spencer crowded Ryan against the cubicle door.
They continued kissing like that for a while, and Spencer concentrated on sucking lightly at Ryan’s tongue, and with the lightest of touches, dragged her fingertips up Ryan’s thigh, pushing her skirt up by the shortest of millimeters. Ryan opened her eyes at that, and whimpered into Spencer’s mouth.
Slowly, Spencer drew back, her heart hammering in her chest, even though nothing had really happened yet. Ryan made a faint noise of protest, clutching at Spencer’s shoulders, but Spencer continued to move backwards, raking her gaze over Ryan’s slightly mussed hair, the blush that had spread to her collarbones and her swollen lips. She wanted to make this so good for Ryan, really, she did.
Deliberately, Spencer tucked her hand into Ryan’s skirt, letting her thumb press beneath Ryan’s navel. It felt warm, and Spencer hoped her fingers weren’t too cold, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind, arching up into the touch and whining softly.
"What was it like?" Spencer said softly – quiet quiet quiet, they had to be so quiet. She hoped the other girl had left the toilet already. Ryan gazed down at her, eyes slightly wild and panicked, and Spencer felt as if there was nothing more in the world she wanted to know.
She moved her hand, trailing it along the curve of Ryan’s stomach until it reached her hip, then gripped it tightly. "Tell me, Ryan."
Ryan said, sounding slightly choked, "It was – it felt like – everyone knew, you know? But it was also like, like I had a secret, something everyone else didn’t know, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I couldn’t stop thinking of this, and I kept feeling the skirt, and it felt strange when I sat down, as if I felt everything more."
She said all this in one breath, and when she stopped she panted a little, and Spencer followed the rapid rise and dip of her chest.
Spencer brought a hand up to Ryan’s cheek, and Ryan stilled a little, before relaxing into it. Despite the fact that her face was red, it felt cool, cooler than Spencer’s hot hand.
"That’s good," Spencer whispered, even though it seemed rather inane, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice. Spencer gave Ryan an affectionate kiss, just at the corner of her mouth, and it felt surprisingly innocent. Then Spencer slid to her knees, and Ryan gasped.
Spencer only paused long enough to give Ryan a sly look, and pushed her skirt above her waist, before ducking her head down and licking Ryan’s left thigh. Ryan gasped, and pushed her legs even further apart, holding herself up by gripping at the door with an unsteady hand.
Spencer heard the hollow sound of the door slamming and bit into Ryan's thigh as gently as she could. "We have to be fast, she might be going to get someone."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Ryan said with very dark eyes, and hooked one leg over Spencer's shoulder. "Do you?"
Spencer shook her head and leaned in to kiss the shallow corner where Ryan's leg met her belly, and when Ryan would have complained, turned her head to flick her tongue over her clit. She pushed her hands up Ryan's legs, used one to anchor her against the stall wall, and traced the fingers of one hand over her, slick and salty, and then pushed in fast and hard, settled her mouth firmly on Ryan.
Ryan gasped a little, and made her head made a slight clunk sound when it fell back to hit the wall. She didn’t seem to notice, and Spencer licked harder, and then lifted her right hand to Ryan and slipped a finger into her cunt – they’d done this before, of course, just not both at the same time, but Ryan only seemed to moan harder, and arch into it, urging Spencer to move, faster – at least, that was what Spencer thought.
Helplessly, Spencer clung onto Ryan, trying to support her better, her left hand full of soft, smooth thigh. Somewhat randomly, she couldn’t help but notice the tiny scabs on Ryan’s knees, where they were bare just above the knee socks which were slipping down, just a little – all that remained from the insect bites from their lazy summer, almost-but-not-really-past. Spencer found herself curling her fingers around them, clenching and relaxing incessantly, even as she continued to crook her fingers where they were buried inside Ryan, and sucked even harder at Ryan’s clit, and she wasn’t quite prepared when Ryan finally whined and came.
Spencer looked up and Ryan stared back at her, dark eyes pleased. Spencer stumbled to her feet, not quite as steadily as she’d like, and said, "So you liked it?"
It was a stupid question, and Ryan indicated by her smug expression how much she’d really liked it, and Spencer blushed and looked down – blushed, godamnit, she was sure you weren’t supposed to blush after having fulfilled someone else’s fantasy – and was pleased to notice that her own knee socks weren’t too filthy from their contact with the toilet floor.
She felt Ryan’s hand snake around her waist, and looked up. Ryan smiled at her, and moved closer, her motions slow and swimming, and kissed Spencer. Almost at once, after Spencer gasped into Ryan’s mouth, the all-too-familiar feel of it somehow new and shocking in a toilet, Ryan took it as her chance to lick her way into Spencer’s mouth, nipping against the edges of her lips. Spencer moaned.
Ryan trailed her hand down Spencer’s torso almost affectionately, and Spencer shuddered, even though that didn’t even really turn her on – although who was she kidding; really, it was Ryan, that made her turned on. Ryan stopped kissing her long enough to pull back just enough so she could slide her hands under Spencer’s skirt, slide her underwear down so it hung around her ankles and slipped her fingers against Spencer’s cunt.
A moan slipped out of Spencer, and she felt a little surprised, like she hadn’t expected to make that sound, hadn’t expected to make any sound at all. She reached down to slip a hand under her skirt as well, but Ryan pulled it away, giving her a warning look – let me just do this – and continued working away at her clit, and Spencer moaned none too quietly and came embarrassingly fast.
When she came down around her climax, Ryan had turned away and pulled a fistful of something out of her pocket. Trying to focus, Spencer narrowed her eyes, and only realized what it was, soft almost-worn white fabric, when Ryan dipped her body to tug her legs through the underwear and pull it up. Spencer watched, and as Ryan turned around she rolled her eyes.
"You really didn’t think I’d go through the rest of the day underwear-less, right?"
“No, no,” Spencer protested, ignoring the fact that her voice had become a little more breathy than usual. “I liked it, though,” she said, hand still on Ryan’s wrist.
The look on Ryan’s face grew a little more intense, if only for an instant. "Thank you," she said.
Spencer attempted to cuff Ryan on the shoulder – but she still felt a little dazed from her orgasm, so when she swung out she hit Ryan’s cheek, and her hand stayed there. Ryan looked at her affectionately, and smoothed Spencer’s hair slightly before turning to grab her backpack, lying in the corner. She made a little face as she picked it up.
Spencer grabbed the apple lying in the side pocket, and bit into it greedily, as they left the cubicle. Ryan looked at her, like, I’m so getting you back for this, but Spencer shrugged innocently, and continued walking towards the door. Ryan stopped suddenly, and Spencer backed up into her.
"Oof – what, Ryan –"
Ryan ignored her, and gave her a calculating look, before grabbing her arm and licking the trail of juice that had dripped down Spencer’s wrist. Spencer made a noise of protest, but it came out sounding more breathy than usual. Just in case Ryan didn’t get the message, she grabbed her wrist and cradled it.
“No, Ryan,” she said, shaking her head laughingly.
Ryan turned back again, to toss a careless smirk back at her. "C’mon, let’s go," she said, bumping the door open carelessly with her hip. "Lunch’s almost over."
Spencer was pretty sure the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing only made sense as a fantasy when one wasn’t actually a Catholic schoolgirl, but even on the best of days the sight of Ryan tugging her skirt down in an attempt to make it cover more of her thighs made it Spencer want to look, and look again, so maybe it was just Ryan.
nc-17, girl!Ryan/girl!Spencer, ~3300 words
Lol guys this has got to be the most rated thing I've ever written. Thanks to
colouredmango for letting me spam her with this mercilessly, and helping me out when I got stuck!It all started one day after school.
Spencer pinned Ryan to the bed, saying, "Tell me what you want, Ryan." Ryan whined a little, deep in her throat, and bucked her hips up further, which Spencer took as a good sign. She gripped Ryan's wrists a little harder, and said, "Tell me all your fantasies." She bit her lip and hoped that didn't sound too cheesy - fuck, it probably was, but she wanted to know all of them.
Ryan's pupils got a little more blown, if it was possible - Spencer wouldn't have noticed if their noses weren't currently touching - and said, "I want - I want -" Spencer breathed a sigh of relief, internally, and smiled predatorily.
"Go on, Ryan," she coaxed, running her right hand down Ryan's side, stopping to graze at her side. "What do you want?"
Ryan appeared determined to keep quiet, although it didn't really work since she was breathing heavily, and Spencer could feel it, warm puffs against her cheeks. She bit her lip, and spread her legs further.
"Spencer..."
"Tell me," Spencer said soothingly, mouthing against the inside of Ryan's thigh, although it didn't seem to work. She could feel Ryan vibrating with tension, jumpy and hyper-real, staring at Spencer from her pillow, slumped against the sheets. "Before we got together. Did you think of this?"
"Yes, yes," Ryan muttered, frantic with relief. "Fuck, Spencer, please..."
"How?"
She could feel Ryan stiffen again. "What?"
She moved her head and spoke against Ryan's pussy. She was sure Ryan could hear every word, though, so she dropped her voice a little.
"How did we do it, I mean. Where were we? What was I doing to you? Tell me everything, Ryan." After she spoke she started licking away in earnest, earning little mewls from Ryan - finally, finally - and felt her start to tense after just a few seconds.
Spencer stopped. Ryan nearly sobbed, clutching the sheets between her fingers and said, "Please - Spencer - please, fuck -"
Spencer smiled again, softly, and reached up to stroke Ryan's cheek with a wet finger. Ryan shuddered, and inclined her head ever so slightly.
"Soon, Ryan – just tell me." She placed Ryan's hands on her shoulders, and ducked down again.
Ryan tossed restlessly above her, and said, "At school, in the toilets..."
Spencer rewarded her with a quick lick, and Ryan groaned. "Yes?" Spencer said, as encouragingly as she knew how, with her chin shoved against the mattress.
"You go down on me, and I, I'm not wearing anything underneath - god, Spencer!"
Spencer felt her pulse start to race too, harder than it ever had, and scrabbled down gracelessly, shoving away at her shorts - maybe she should have listened when Ryan protested at her being fully-clothed while she was naked, and wiggled her fingers until she found her sensitive spot, and said, "God..."
She braced her left hand on Ryan's hip, and started suckling away in earnest until Ryan grew more frenzied, tugging on Spencer's hair despite her best efforts not to do so - Spencer could tell - and came. Spencer continued giving head, more and more erratically, until Ryan's gasps turned to still, contented breathing. It was another five seconds before she seemed to realise that Spencer was still fingering herself, and raised herself up on her elbows, flushed from orgasm, and said - "Let me -"
It was too late, and Spencer was already convulsing around her fingers, head pillowed on Ryan's thigh. She would have found it embarrassing if Ryan if she hadn't been so turned on by the image of Ryan wearing nothing beneath their regulation school skirt - fuck.
"Ryan," she said. Ryan hummed sleepily.
"Would you really do it?"
--
And that was how Spencer found herself at school, squirming a little on the steps as she waited for Ryan to turn up at their usual meeting place, before lessons started.
She chewed on her lip, a little. Ryan hadn’t said anything, yesterday, just hummed a little, in that way that meant she was less reluctant to actually do it than she’d seemed, and Spencer hadn’t pushed it, and they’d just cuddled a little for a while before starting on their homework. And then it had gotten dark, and Ryan had gone home and they hadn’t mentioned it, even after Spencer had given her a kiss, short and brief, but with a little more tongue than they were used to for a kiss of that length.
To her left, the tree dropped shed a few leaves when a breeze ran through the school grounds, briefly. Some eighth-graders shrieked, and tried to catch them. Spencer ignored them and stared at her shoes. Don’t think about it, she admonished herself. It was a bad idea to start off the school day with wet underpants.
Suddenly a shadow loomed above her and Spencer looked up. It was Ryan, shouldering her ridiculously large backpack, staring down at her impenetrably.
"Oh, it’s you," Spencer said, and shifted a little to give Ryan some space on the steps. "You’re late."
Ryan ignored that, and didn’t sit down. She was a little flushed, and as Spencer stared up at her, she bit her lip. "I did it."
Spencer felt her pulse begin to race. She probably isn’t talking what you’re thinking about, she told herself, and stared at Ryan’s tweed skirt, almost too short after her growth spurt, as if it could give any clues as to Ryan’s state of nakedness beneath it. "What?"
"You know," Ryan stared at a spot just above Spencer’s head, her voice deliberately flat. "I’m not wearing any underwear."
Spencer stared at her, and grasped Ryan’s wrist. "Um, okay," she said uncertainly.
Ryan narrowed her eyes. "I thought you wanted it, too."
"No, no -" Spencer said, flustered. "I do, I do like it. Please, Ryan." She said the last two words quietly, as if anyone, even the shrieking eighth-graders next to them could hear it, as if they could hear it and know what was going on right away.
Ryan continued to loom over her, somewhat uncertainly, Spencer thought. "That – that’s good, then." Her eyes grew darker than they already seemed, and Spencer wondered how it felt, the rough tweed brushing against the backs of her thighs, and the slight wind that seemed to make Ryan’s skirt tremble and sway, just slightly.
Spencer would have said more, but then the bell began to ring. She jumped up, grabbing her own backpack, and slapped at Ryan’s ass slightly. Any casual onlooker would have seen it as a friendly thing, nothing much really, but she didn’t miss the way Ryan jumped, slightly. She fancied she could feel something more, in that brief half a second’s worth of contact.
She said, "See you later, alligator," and turned away to head down the hall, to homeroom. Ryan didn’t even roll her eyes.
--
All throughout lessons Spencer felt as if she was slowly being driven mad. She thought, Ryan’s in English now and later, Physics lab. She wondered how Ryan felt, sitting in her chair with all the other students around, each completely unaware that Ryan was bare underneath the skirt.
As if in sympathy, she shifted a little. She knew Ryan wore gym shorts, usually, underneath her uniform, and sometimes when she sprawled on the ground carelessly she wouldn’t bother to keep her legs together, completely primly. But – and here she bit her lip again – it must be different, now that Ryan wasn’t wearing anything underneath her skirt, she must be pressing her knees together under her desk, as everyone else continued with Moby-Dick completely unaware, Ryan must be tucking the folds of her skirt under her thighs like their Health and Safety teacher was forever telling them to do, so that no one would see a single thing, no one could see a single thing. She felt slightly dirty, too, like she was pretty sure the whole Catholic schoolgirl thing only made sense as a fantasy when one wasn’t actually a Catholic schoolgirl, but even on the best of days the sight of Ryan tugging her skirt down in an attempt to make it cover more of her thighs made it Spencer want to look, and look again, so maybe it was just Ryan.
She’d never been more relieved when the bell finally rang for lunch. As she stood up, legs slightly shaky, she felt so turned on that she twisted her head back to look at her skirt, to make sure that she hadn’t actually leaked through to show a wet spot, even though she wasn’t sure that was actually possible.
Greta, who sat next to Spencer, smiled at her sympathetically. "Period?" she enquired, shoving her books into her bag.
Spencer looked at her, a little startled, but mostly thankful that her nose was currently buried in her bag. Well, no, the opposite, really. She finally decided it was easiest to say, "Um, yeah."
Greta straightened up, and peered at her skirt. Spencer hadn’t been expecting that and jumped a little.
"Well, there’s nothing, don’t worry." She leaned over and tapped Spencer on the arm reassuringly. Spencer felt so overstimulated it was slightly ridiculous, and when Greta touched Spencer she felt as if she couldn’t bear it any more.
"Okay, thanks," she choked out, finally. "Uh, see you around."
It was forever before she made it out the door, lost in the crowd of high-schoolers all heading to the cafeteria.
--
She found Ryan at their lockers, which were next to each other, and stopped at a distance, looking at the bend of her neck, disappearing into her shirt collar, and the face she made when she chucked a book (calculus, probably) into her locker.
Spencer came up to her, and Ryan said, "Oh, hi." They were both aware of how ridiculously inane that sounded, and Spencer could smell Ryan’s soap – it was supposed to be peach but just smelled like scented soap, made warm by Ryan’s skin.
Spencer couldn’t stand it any longer, and slammed the locker shut, before taking hold of Ryan’s wrist. Ryan gazed up at her, eyes widening.
"Come on," Spencer hissed, and led her to the nearest toilet, both of them walking as fast as they possibly could down the near-empty hallway, without actually running.
As they entered the toilet, a younger girl stepped out of the cubicles and started washing her hands. Ryan and Spencer looked at each other and started giggling hysterically – what the fuck, seriously – and the girl gave them a strange look, as though suspecting they might be drunk, or high, or both. Spencer waited another two seconds, tapping her foot impatiently, but she seemed to take forever to wash her hands and didn’t seem to get it, and neither of them could bear it any longer so Spencer took Ryan’s hand again, and pulled her into the handicapped cubicle.
She thought she could see the girl’s eyes widening from the mirror, as the door slammed shut. Ryan locked it, her long fingers fumbling.
"Finally," Ryan whispered, and surged up to kiss Spencer, arms thrown around her neck, as Spencer crowded Ryan against the cubicle door.
They continued kissing like that for a while, and Spencer concentrated on sucking lightly at Ryan’s tongue, and with the lightest of touches, dragged her fingertips up Ryan’s thigh, pushing her skirt up by the shortest of millimeters. Ryan opened her eyes at that, and whimpered into Spencer’s mouth.
Slowly, Spencer drew back, her heart hammering in her chest, even though nothing had really happened yet. Ryan made a faint noise of protest, clutching at Spencer’s shoulders, but Spencer continued to move backwards, raking her gaze over Ryan’s slightly mussed hair, the blush that had spread to her collarbones and her swollen lips. She wanted to make this so good for Ryan, really, she did.
Deliberately, Spencer tucked her hand into Ryan’s skirt, letting her thumb press beneath Ryan’s navel. It felt warm, and Spencer hoped her fingers weren’t too cold, but Ryan didn’t seem to mind, arching up into the touch and whining softly.
"What was it like?" Spencer said softly – quiet quiet quiet, they had to be so quiet. She hoped the other girl had left the toilet already. Ryan gazed down at her, eyes slightly wild and panicked, and Spencer felt as if there was nothing more in the world she wanted to know.
She moved her hand, trailing it along the curve of Ryan’s stomach until it reached her hip, then gripped it tightly. "Tell me, Ryan."
Ryan said, sounding slightly choked, "It was – it felt like – everyone knew, you know? But it was also like, like I had a secret, something everyone else didn’t know, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it, I couldn’t stop thinking of this, and I kept feeling the skirt, and it felt strange when I sat down, as if I felt everything more."
She said all this in one breath, and when she stopped she panted a little, and Spencer followed the rapid rise and dip of her chest.
Spencer brought a hand up to Ryan’s cheek, and Ryan stilled a little, before relaxing into it. Despite the fact that her face was red, it felt cool, cooler than Spencer’s hot hand.
"That’s good," Spencer whispered, even though it seemed rather inane, but Ryan didn’t seem to notice. Spencer gave Ryan an affectionate kiss, just at the corner of her mouth, and it felt surprisingly innocent. Then Spencer slid to her knees, and Ryan gasped.
Spencer only paused long enough to give Ryan a sly look, and pushed her skirt above her waist, before ducking her head down and licking Ryan’s left thigh. Ryan gasped, and pushed her legs even further apart, holding herself up by gripping at the door with an unsteady hand.
Spencer heard the hollow sound of the door slamming and bit into Ryan's thigh as gently as she could. "We have to be fast, she might be going to get someone."
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Ryan said with very dark eyes, and hooked one leg over Spencer's shoulder. "Do you?"
Spencer shook her head and leaned in to kiss the shallow corner where Ryan's leg met her belly, and when Ryan would have complained, turned her head to flick her tongue over her clit. She pushed her hands up Ryan's legs, used one to anchor her against the stall wall, and traced the fingers of one hand over her, slick and salty, and then pushed in fast and hard, settled her mouth firmly on Ryan.
Ryan gasped a little, and made her head made a slight clunk sound when it fell back to hit the wall. She didn’t seem to notice, and Spencer licked harder, and then lifted her right hand to Ryan and slipped a finger into her cunt – they’d done this before, of course, just not both at the same time, but Ryan only seemed to moan harder, and arch into it, urging Spencer to move, faster – at least, that was what Spencer thought.
Helplessly, Spencer clung onto Ryan, trying to support her better, her left hand full of soft, smooth thigh. Somewhat randomly, she couldn’t help but notice the tiny scabs on Ryan’s knees, where they were bare just above the knee socks which were slipping down, just a little – all that remained from the insect bites from their lazy summer, almost-but-not-really-past. Spencer found herself curling her fingers around them, clenching and relaxing incessantly, even as she continued to crook her fingers where they were buried inside Ryan, and sucked even harder at Ryan’s clit, and she wasn’t quite prepared when Ryan finally whined and came.
Spencer looked up and Ryan stared back at her, dark eyes pleased. Spencer stumbled to her feet, not quite as steadily as she’d like, and said, "So you liked it?"
It was a stupid question, and Ryan indicated by her smug expression how much she’d really liked it, and Spencer blushed and looked down – blushed, godamnit, she was sure you weren’t supposed to blush after having fulfilled someone else’s fantasy – and was pleased to notice that her own knee socks weren’t too filthy from their contact with the toilet floor.
She felt Ryan’s hand snake around her waist, and looked up. Ryan smiled at her, and moved closer, her motions slow and swimming, and kissed Spencer. Almost at once, after Spencer gasped into Ryan’s mouth, the all-too-familiar feel of it somehow new and shocking in a toilet, Ryan took it as her chance to lick her way into Spencer’s mouth, nipping against the edges of her lips. Spencer moaned.
Ryan trailed her hand down Spencer’s torso almost affectionately, and Spencer shuddered, even though that didn’t even really turn her on – although who was she kidding; really, it was Ryan, that made her turned on. Ryan stopped kissing her long enough to pull back just enough so she could slide her hands under Spencer’s skirt, slide her underwear down so it hung around her ankles and slipped her fingers against Spencer’s cunt.
A moan slipped out of Spencer, and she felt a little surprised, like she hadn’t expected to make that sound, hadn’t expected to make any sound at all. She reached down to slip a hand under her skirt as well, but Ryan pulled it away, giving her a warning look – let me just do this – and continued working away at her clit, and Spencer moaned none too quietly and came embarrassingly fast.
When she came down around her climax, Ryan had turned away and pulled a fistful of something out of her pocket. Trying to focus, Spencer narrowed her eyes, and only realized what it was, soft almost-worn white fabric, when Ryan dipped her body to tug her legs through the underwear and pull it up. Spencer watched, and as Ryan turned around she rolled her eyes.
"You really didn’t think I’d go through the rest of the day underwear-less, right?"
“No, no,” Spencer protested, ignoring the fact that her voice had become a little more breathy than usual. “I liked it, though,” she said, hand still on Ryan’s wrist.
The look on Ryan’s face grew a little more intense, if only for an instant. "Thank you," she said.
Spencer attempted to cuff Ryan on the shoulder – but she still felt a little dazed from her orgasm, so when she swung out she hit Ryan’s cheek, and her hand stayed there. Ryan looked at her affectionately, and smoothed Spencer’s hair slightly before turning to grab her backpack, lying in the corner. She made a little face as she picked it up.
Spencer grabbed the apple lying in the side pocket, and bit into it greedily, as they left the cubicle. Ryan looked at her, like, I’m so getting you back for this, but Spencer shrugged innocently, and continued walking towards the door. Ryan stopped suddenly, and Spencer backed up into her.
"Oof – what, Ryan –"
Ryan ignored her, and gave her a calculating look, before grabbing her arm and licking the trail of juice that had dripped down Spencer’s wrist. Spencer made a noise of protest, but it came out sounding more breathy than usual. Just in case Ryan didn’t get the message, she grabbed her wrist and cradled it.
“No, Ryan,” she said, shaking her head laughingly.
Ryan turned back again, to toss a careless smirk back at her. "C’mon, let’s go," she said, bumping the door open carelessly with her hip. "Lunch’s almost over."