The Smart One

Fiction by Candy

© 2022

 

I had the most surprising crush on Allison, yet I knew there’d be no way I’d ever have her for a girlfriend.  My name is Linda, and I’m a pre-teen who’s going through some tough times adjusting to a new school.  I’m the youngest sophomore in my high school because I skipped several grades earlier in my life.  It’s not easy being a middle school student in high school and branded as the smart one, treated like a nerd when you’re so much younger than everyone else.  I wasn’t geeky; it was just that when you’re identified as the “brain” you get all the baggage that comes with it.  And it’s not as if the other kids ignore me.  The opposite is true; they flock to me, but it’s because they want me to do their homework for them (their use of the word ‘help’ is usually bullshit) or pass them answers to tests.  After being burned a few times, I didn’t acquiesce any more.  See what I mean about baggage?

Allison never asked me for that kind of favor.  She was too smart for that.  Besides her beauty, that’s what I liked about her; she was one of the smartest girls in school.  Boys didn’t appreciate her smarts, they just coveted her body.  You should hear them talk in the hallways.  I hear their talk because to boys, I’m basically invisible, since I don’t have blond hair and boobs.  Like Allison does.

In one of the classes we had together, Allison and I got teamed up on a project.  I was thrilled, but the cool thing was she seemed to be happy about it too.  When she said “I’m glad we’ll be working together,” I knew she meant it, and I was ecstatic.

She invited me over to her house after school one day so we could work on the project.  Even her bedroom was beautiful.  I couldn’t concentrate much while we discussed what to do.

“I understand your nervousness,” she said.  “It must be hard to be in school with older kids and get picked on.”

“I’m not nervous,” I said.  At least I wasn’t nervous for the reason she brought up.  Minutes before she’d changed into jeans and a t-shirt right in front of me, and when I saw her in only bra and thong panties I got all tingly inside.

By now you understand that I like girls.  I don’t know much of anything about sex, but I know my first time will not be with a boy.  I found it hard to think about the project and not fantasize about being held and touched by Allison.  I had to banish those ideas from my mind.

When Allison folded some school clothes to put them away, I commented on how pretty she dressed all the time.  She looked at me funny, but then smiled and said, “You know, I have some clothes that don’t fit me anymore.” She jiggled her breasts to let me know the reason they didn’t fit. “Would you like to try them on?  I can give them all to you if they fit okay.”

Now I was really nervous, having to get undressed in front of her.  I mean, I didn’t even bother wearing a bra my boobs were so small.  When I was down to my panties, Allison surprised me by sighing while she looked me over.

“Oh, Linda, I wish I had your body.”

“Huh?” I muttered, not understanding how she could possibly think my stick body was preferable to hers.

“I hate growing up, having breasts that all the boys want to feel.  I hate having pubic hair.  I hate having to shave my legs.  I hate having periods.  You’re lucky.”

“I have periods,” I lamely said in response.

She chuckled, “Yeah, I know.  Don’t mind me.  You’d think by now I’d accept all the body changes.  Let’s try on those clothes.”

While I tried things on, I noticed how she kept looking at me.  I liked that look.  Twice as she was helping me she brushed her hand against a nipple.  The touch was like an electric shock.  The second time I wondered if she did it on purpose.  I began to dream she liked girls as I did.  The thought sent shivers up and down my spine and made my stomach flip-flop.

I got up the courage to say to her, “I don’t know why you hate your breasts.  I bet they’re perfect.”

“You think so?” she said with a crooked smile.  “Would you like to see them?”  She reached behind and undid the clasp of her bra.  I was right they were perfect, and I threw caution to the wind and tentatively touched them.

“I’m not a boy,” I said, thinking about what she said about boys wanting to feel them.

“You sure aren’t.” she said.

As I caressed her breasts, something was happening to me—down there.  My panties were wet; I could feel it.  I knew I hadn’t peed, so it must be like the tingling and the flip-flops of my stomach.  Could Allison have known?  Could she sense what was happening in my crotch?  For at that moment she asked if I wanted to try on a pair of her bikini panties she pulled from a drawer.  I nodded and she helped me take off mine.  When she felt the moisture, she moaned, and that’s when I knew my dream was coming true.

I never got to try on her panties.  With her hand at my leaking pussy, she pushed me onto her bed and began kissing me.  Her kiss was unlike any I ever experienced.  She used her tongue in a way that unexpectedly made me tingle inside even more than I was.  As her tongue probed my mouth, her finger probed the opening to my vagina.

“Feel me,” she whispered, “I’m wet too.”  My fingertips were damp and slippery after I slid them inside her thong and between her pussy lips.  She moaned louder that time.  She spun around on the bed so she was facing the other direction.  “Take them off,” she sort of groaned.  As I slipped the thong down her legs and off, she said, “Oh I want to eat you so bad.”

Eat me?

Her head went between my legs and her tongue licked me down there.  She licked and kissed my pussy for a long time and I figured out what the “eat” part was all about.  If I thought I had tingles before, then I had an earthquake now.  What she did made something happen to me, and that something felt good!  I kind of doubled over and grabbed her head, holding her and her magic tongue right there.  “Allisonaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Was it really me making all that noise as I shivered and shook with the sweetest pleasure?

“Linda, my God, you’re delicious, and can you cum!”

I had no idea what she was talking about.  Delicious?  Cum?  It might have been the best feeling I’ve experienced in my entire life, but I also felt like a stupid baby not really knowing what just happened.  Curiosity overcame pride, and I asked Allison all about it.

She said, “I kinda knew, like, you know, that you were like me.  Liking girls, that is.  It was the way you looked at me, I guess.  I think because you’re so smart and all, and in our grade, I forgot how young you are and you didn’t, like, know anything about sex.  I was so nervous because of that, but I just had to have you.”

“Was that sex we just did?” I asked.

She smiled radiantly, and answered, “Yes, we made love like two girls should.  And you liked it a lot, didn’t you?”

Make love!  It sounded so strange to me, yet also so right.  “Can I…make love…to you like you did to me?”

“I was afraid you’d never ask,” she said, giggling, as she spread her legs for me to get between.  I mimicked what she did to me, and I must have been doing it right.  Except for a few directions, Allison was reacting to my tongue and lips even more than I reacted to hers.  “Yes…yes…yessssssssssssssss!” she murmured as I sucked on that little piece of her I learned later was her clitoris.  When she started to tremble, crying out, “I’m cumming!” she squirted some of the slippery juice on my chin. I felt proud that I’d made her feel so good.

She wiped the trickling moisture from my mouth and chin with her fingers before kissing me again in the deep way I was really enjoying.  When our lips parted, she whispered, “You taste divine.  Do you like how I taste?”

I assured her I did.

We talked for a while about sex.  She filled me in on terms and such.  I thought I was smart, but about my body I was pretty dumb.  She gleefully said she’d teach me everything.  Needless to say, not much of our school project got done.

However, going forward the project became a great excuse to spend time in either her bedroom or mine, and have some great sex.  I loved to study her body, wondering if I’d develop like she has.  I asked, “Do you really hate your body like you said?”

“No, I guess not.  It’s just that it goes along with growing up, and I wish I was still a little girl.” After a kiss, she added, “I like your body, maybe for that reason.”

“Is that the only reason?”

“Oh, sweetheart, no!  I like you because you’re so smart, and nice, and…and…a better person than any other girl in school.  They’re all dumb, thinking Snookie is somebody special.  I hate it.”

“You’re somebody special,” I said, and that led her to suck on my nipples until I was wet and begged her to suck on something else a little lower.  Ah—orgasm—what a strange, clinical name for such an amazing sensation.

 

And that’s how it all started.

Allison wasn’t only beautiful and smart, she was also the “Warrior Queen.”  Nobody picked on me in school after we became lovers.  Allison saw to my ‘protection’ with fierce determination.  For that and everything else she gave me, I surrendered myself to her.  We must have seemed a most unlikely duo as we walked together in school, though amongst the kids we were out of the closet, with no secret we were an item.  Our classmates knew a “No Boys Allowed” sign was on our virtual clubhouse door.  Boys still looked at Allison with longing, especially her breasts, but she—and they—were all mine.

We goofed around one day at her house when no one else was home.  We had a mutual shaving party.  I didn’t have much to shave, after all, but when we were done both of us were little-girl smooth.  Giggling, we showered and then went to her bedroom and did a sixty-nine (something else I just learned) until we were both squealing in ecstasy.  Thankfully we were alone in the house and nobody heard us.

My mother seemed surprised yet happy that I had “adapted” so well to school.  “Allison is such a nice girl.  I’m glad you found a friend.”

I was too.

Our love seemed to have an interesting effect out of the bedroom.  Both of us were accustomed to being straight-A students, and that didn’t change, however we seemed to fly through our assignments like they were nothing.  The almost mindless ease by which I passed exams reminded me of the first time in elementary school when teachers told my parents I was way “ahead” of the other students and they suggested I skip a grade.  A lot of angst came out of that move, but the second “jump” was easier to take.  Should I skip ahead again?  The answer was no, not without Allison.

We were so out of the closet that we went to school dances together—and danced.  I heard some kids joke that I was Allison’s “pet,” but that was okay with me, as long as that wasn’t how Allison felt.

One day after school in my bedroom, I had my shirt off and after she played with my breasts, Allison said, “They’re growing, you know.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, maybe it’s because I suck on them so much.”  We both laughed.

“That must be it,” I said.  “Maybe I need another treatment.”

The way she put my little cones—of course they were growing—in her mouth and sucked lightly on them, made things happen in other places of my body too.  While my left breast was nestled between her lips, she reached her hand into my pants.  Taking her mouth away, she said, “You have to be the wettest girl in the world!”

“I bet I can get wetter.”

She knew what to do.  My pants came off, and her tongue worked around and over my aching clitoris until the throbbing convulsions of my intense orgasm overcame me.

“Oooooooooo!” she exclaimed.  “That was some squirt!”  Indeed, her face was plastered with my orgasmic juices.

“Let me clean you off,” I said.  I pulled her to me and licked her face like a cat would lick a near-empty bowl of milk.  Then my tongue went between her lips while it was my turn to reach into her pants and use my fingertips on her.  She taught me so much, with one thing being how to use my fingers.  Her hips were bucking in no time.

“I’mmmmmmmmm cummmmmmmmmmingggggggggggg!” she wailed.  Indeed she was!  It was good thing nobody else was in the house.  I held her tightly until the shivering waned.  When she came down from the high, she said, “You and I are so good for each other, aren’t we!”

I agreed.

I may be the smartest girl in class, but I learned how much I didn’t know from Allison.  Like a dream coming true, I was lying in the arms of the girl I once had the crush on but didn’t know what I was really feeling. She taught me.  We were good for each other.

She began sucking on my breast again, making my tiny nipples get stiff and stick out a little bit more.  She stopped to look up into my eyes, and said “Yep, they’re growing, and I love these things.”

Just having her look at me like that had my pussy gush.  “I love you,” I whispered.

She whispered back sweet music.

 

 

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Candy