ForevaXena's FanFic . . .

Awakening

by Ellianora

Class: alt/uber

Disclaimer: The characters in this tale are my own, a such are my own property. Use without my permission would make me very sad and not a little angry:)

Violence: No real violence in this story at all

Sex: Yes there is sex between two consenting young women. It is quite graphic so if this offends you don't read. If you are are under 18 then don't look at this. If what is displayed is illegal move or get out the signs and start marching.:)

Feedback: Always!!! This is a departure for me, kind of an experiment. So I would like to know what anyone thinks

As normal, I would like to thank my beta readers , Trish and Lesley for reading through this:)

"So what are you doing here?" Tasha snapped, casting a disdainful look at Monica, standing there in her clean pressed blouse and pleated preppy skirt.

"You know," she retorted averting her eyes away from the piercing green ones of the taller girl who stood there with her arms crossed in a defiant stance. She was garbed in the same tight leather pants and jacket when Monica had first encountered the girl. "Mr. Winston said he wanted to see Dr. Johnston right away."

"Really? And why did you stay after being a good girl and delivering the message?"

"No reason I was just going."

"Then leave," Monica tried to turn away, but found she could not. She had felt a strong attraction to this arrogant young woman, and her in-your-face attitude since Monica had first seen her when Tasha had confronted Todd and his jock friends. Few boys at the school let alone girls would dare such a thing, but she had without a second thought. Tasha was the new girl in school, straight from the city it was said.

She had moved her when her parents had perished in a freak fire in their apartment. There was even a rumor that Tasha had started the blaze herself, though Monica doubted that.

Since that time, she had not been able to force the woman out of her mind. She felt feelings welling up inside her that frightened the young girl. Why had she lied to Mr. Winston? What was the reason she wanted to see this delinquent alone? She was a popular girl, a cheerleader even. She was also going steady with Todd, the most popular boy in school. They were a cinch to be crowned homecoming king and queen. So why was she here? Why did she feel something was missing, not quite right?

Her eyes suddenly went wide in astonishment as Tasha pulled out a cigarette and casually lit it up. "You can't do that here?" Monica exclaimed.

"Why?"

"You can get in trouble."

"What are they going to do?" Tasha laughed. "Give me detention?" She waved her hands encompassing the room.

"They can suspend you," Monica argued.

"I get a few days off," Tasha cried sarcastically, clutching her chest. "Oh."

"Your incorrigible, I am leaving."

"Why are you here?" Tasha repeated.

"I don't have to take this," Monica snarled. She turned to make a hasty exit.

Tasha's arm shot out, blocking her exit. "I mean the real reason," She said in low voice, placing her face closer to Monica's. She could feel Tasha's warm breath against her soft cheek.

"Because…." Monica attempted to turn her head away only to find she was incapable of such of an action. Her blues eyes stared into the emerald green orbs of the other.

The two girls lips pressed together, sharing a passionate kiss. Monica found herself kissing Tasha back with equal fervor. Tasha slipped her tongue into her mouth, which she hungrily accepted.

Tasha slipped her hand around Monica's supple waist as the two embraced. Slowly her hand moved up under her blouse, reaching the clasp of her delicate white-laced bra, undoing the constraining article of clothing, freeing Monica's breasts.

Her fingers slipped under the strap, sliding toward the front. Monica let out a soft moan as Tasha's fingers caressed her young pert breasts.

Tasha lowered her head, nibbling upon her exposed neck. The buttons of her blouse were slowly undone exposing her firm breasts, the nipples erect with arousal.

Tasha continued lightly kissing the girl, working her way down, at last reaching her nipple flicked her tongue across the tip.

Tasha began to stroke her silky thigh, pushing up the pleated skirt, revealing her once white clean panties now wet with desire.

Tasha glanced up into Monica's face now filled with rapture as her hand slid in her panties, brushing against her soft moist mound of down-soft hair.

Tasha's practiced fingers worked downward to the lips of her vagina now wet with desire.

"What are you doing?" Monica moaned weakly as her fingers slithered inside of her.

"Nothing you don't want," Tasha whispered in her ear. Monica could only nod as she pushed up Tasha's black tank, revealing her own firm breasts, the nipples now equally erect with excitement from their encounter.

Monica began to caress the woman's round firm breasts then kissing them as Tasha fondled her clit now swelling with desire. The cheerleader let out a soft moan as she felt her head spinning around from the sheer intensity of the experience. The closest time she could compare it to was when she and Todd had taken a ride on a spinning saucer cup. The occurrence had filled her with fear and excitement, like she was spiraling down a long tunnel. Todd had wanted do it then and she had consented. It had been nice but nothing like this. She felt as if she might burst from the ecstasy flooding into her mind and body as the woman worked with practiced fingers.

Suddenly Monica lifted her head from her lover's chest. "We might get caught?" She exclaimed nervously.

"So?" Tasha smiled seductively." It adds to the excitement."

"They might see us. They might find out."

"Do you care? Tasha asked as she lightly bit the tip of Monica's right nipple.

"No." Monica groaned, overcome with passion.

"Good, Tasha replied as she grinned at her.

Tasha directed the cheerleader and future prom queen towards the desk. Knocking the well-organized items placed upon it to the floor, she laid Monica on the hard wooden surface. Tasha kissed the woman several more times undoing the remaining pearl buttons of her now wrinkled blouse.

Monica raised her right arm to shield her exposed breast in a gesture to shield them. Tasha only smiled kissing her neck, slowly working her way down. Monica let her arm drop away surrendering to the other girl's attention. Tasha next shoved the pleated skirt up to her waist. Once done, she removed Monica's now soaked panties. She laid there on the desk with her legs dangling over the side, her hot wet pussy in full view.

Tasha lowered her head between her legs as they slowly separated giving Tasha access; a look of unmasked lust came upon Monica's beautiful face as contact was made. Monica let out a quick gasp when Tasha's tongue flicked through her slit. She had never imagined anything could feel like this. Waves of passion crashed into her mind. She felt as she was drowning in the ecstasy as Tasha's tongue slithered inside her. Monica clasped the edge of the desk as their lovemaking continued with more passion. Tasha seeming to sense the other woman's mounting excitement increased her intensity. Monica felt as if her body would burst as a final wave crashed over her drowning her in a sea of unabashed bliss. She arched her back nearly lifting herself off the desk as the final rapture overcame her. Monica collapsed back to the surface her eyes closed, totally spent from the encounter.

"Nothing will ever be the same again," Monica breathed, closing her eyes as the final tide of rapture flowed through her.

"It never is lover," Tasha replied kissing her lightly." It never is."

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