Kink Me! #4
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The tutoring is awkward, of course. Merline shows up late, in a torn jean skirt and a too big bright blue shirt. She fidgets the sleeves down her palms while Uther embarrasses Aretha by telling Merline exactly how much Aretha sucks at biology. He hurriedly leaves for a meeting with an airy kiss over Aretha’s shoulder and a nod at Merline. Why does she gets an actual eye contact? Silence falls while Aretha crosses her arms and Merline blinks at the closed door.
“Does he always…?”
“Yes.”
“Ah.” Merline says it like she’s seeing something in it.
Aretha gives up on pouting and clicks her heels to the boudoir. “Let’s just get this over with.” She ignores Merline’s amused expression.
Two glasses of water, biscuits and half an hour later, their progression through the class’ current chapter isn’t going well. Mostly because Aretha doesn’t give a fuck, and because Merline might be the oddest person she’s discussed with in, well, ever. Maybe because they have nothing in common, she decides.
Merline has short curly hair that escapes the plastic clips tying it back lock by lock every time Merline scratches at her head with an impish smile. Her eyes are very blue under her fringe, set off by the shirt only since she has no make-up on, though it looks more accidental than any trace of a fashion sense. That is clear by the fact it’s a cotton shirt, the worn, cheap, oversized kind one might wear in bed. It keeps slipping off one of her small shoulder, showing the black strap of her bra and hint of a freckled collarbone.
“Is that your boyfriend’s shirt?” Aretha blurts out, one second before remembering she was supposed to fake she was listening to Merline’s explanation of… something.
Merline’s mouth twitches. “Nah. I don’t… boys aren’t ...”
Aretha gape at her. “No way. You’ve never had a boyfriend?” She can’t be serious; she’s at least sixteen!
“No,” she drags on like Aretha is slow. “I don’t want a boyfriend.”
Aretha smiles and pats her knee. She confides: “They aren’t as bad as they seem. Trust me.”
Merline catches her hand and squeezes it, looks her in the eye. “Stop being a brat. What I mean is, I’m a lesbian.”
Aretha stares.
Merline cocks her head. “That means I like girls. That way.” When Aretha is still staring silently, Merline looks to be questioning Aretha’s brains even more. “I want to kiss girls, and date girls, and fuck -”
“Oh my God!” Aretha shushes her, looking around in case Uther’s going to step out from behind the curtains at any second. For all she knows, he’s bug the whole house. He never liked Lancelot, and can never know that Lancelot has spent several nights curled around Aretha, or about anything they might have every said on the phone on certain nights Aretha was feeling, well, lonely. “You can’t just say that!”
Merline laughs. “What, that I’m a lesbian, or that I want to lick girls’ clits?”
Aretha makes a high pitch noise and feels herself blushing terribly. “Stop that!”
Merline’s lips twitches again, but she relents. “Alright. So, as I was saying- ” and she goes right back to their lesson like nothing happened. Aretha is glad for it, and actually tries to concentrate to forget about all this.
Ten minutes results in five pages later that Aretha barely remembers.
“So… girls.”
Merline’s shoulders drop. “Get over it already.”
Aretha flails, before remember that she never flails. “No! I just, you know. Hum. What can girls even… Have you ever… done that? The, erm. The licking. Thing.”
She’s asking because her and Lancelot have never gotten that far. He’s had his fingers over her scrotch before, each stroking over trousers before moving on to pants. It had felt strange. Great, too. And so exhilarating that by the time she had clutched his hand to stop him, his fingers had been damp. From through the fabric. She had never told that to her friends, despite telling them all about the snogging. She wasn’t sure she was supposed to get this wet, if she hadn’t accidentally let go or something. She couldn’t possibly ask Lancelot to… or could she? Was that something only porn stars did? Maybe Merline would know.
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