Grace, so appropriately named, was such a good girl before Robyn came along. So fucking innocent. She was the kind of girl who always had perfect grades and a perfect track record, who attended church every Sunday, and barely wore any makeup except for subtle lip gloss.
But then, she met Robyn, with her chipped black nail polish, rock band tees and taste for obscure music. Robyn would look at Grace with lust clouding her blue eyes, it would make Grace shudder, the way her gaze traveled the length of her body. But the shivers that ran up her spine gathered in a pool of warmth in the pit of her stomach and lower still. Especially lower.
They sat in the same row during mass, and Grace always caught Robyn looking at her, but Grace looked at her, too. At the way her fingers drummed an invisible beat against her thigh, at the teeth marks perpetually indented in her bottom lip, and most of all, at the way she looked back at her with a sinful expression. It made heat rise to her cheeks and she would always turn away. She could never hold that girl's gaze for too long, otherwise, it would make her feel violated, stripped bare, causing her to press her thighs tightly together.
Because this was a small town with a close-knit community, a group had volunteered to stay behind and clean up after the latest luncheon, which had always been a regular event at the church. And much to Grace's surprise, Robyn had volunteered as well. After the helpers had gradually filed out, Grace turned, only to notice that only she and Robyn now remained in the empty church. Robyn was folding and moving some chairs in an almost automatic manner, as she turned to collect discarded program leaflets from the lectern. Suddenly, she felt an unexpected weight pressing against her back, making a breath escape her lips at the contact, at the way she was being pinned against the lectern.
"I know you think you're not being obvious, but I've noticed the way you look at me," Robyn whispered in Grace's ear. She gripped the lectern to steady herself, becoming all too aware of the plain of the stomach, the fullness of the breasts, the sharp, protruding hipbones and the slight bend of the waist all leaning against her. It made her throat go dry and her heart race fast and heavy.
"L-look at you?" Grace stammered in a soft reply, as innocently as she could. "I don't look at you." But she knew she'd been caught, almost glad that she had, if the only consequences she now had to face were that body against hers, and that hot breath against her neck.
"Lying in a church, are we? That's not very holy, is it?"
Grace didn't turn to face her, instead, stared rather intently at the stack of chairs Robyn had propped against the wall. Anything for a distraction.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she still tried to deny.
She turned around then, facing Robyn, which would undoubtedly prove to be a mistake because the girl in front of her was so pretty, and so much taller than her, her vanilla-scented perfume filling her nostrils.
"Are you sure?" Robyn questioned again, giving her another chance to change her answer.
She placed her fingers on Grace's jaw, who didn't even try to pull away. Then, they moved to her mouth, pulling her bottom lip down slightly, taking her continued immobility as a sign of consent and moved forward until their lips met. For a second, Grace was frozen in place. Because even though she was now in college, nobody had ever kissed her before, let alone another girl. But damn if Robyn's mouth wasn't so soft and sweet and wet, and despite her inexperience, found herself kissing back in the same way she did.
Robyn's hands were now on Grace's waist, grazing down her black skirt, a skirt that was too long and too modest, that left too much to the imagination, until she finally found skin just above the knees, slightly shaky, she noticed, an advantage for parting them and gaining access between her thighs.
"Do you want to show me how much of a good girl you've always been? Because I've never known what that's like. Or maybe you want me to show you how to be a bad girl instead?" Robyn cooed, her tongue skimming over Grace's lips. Grace could only affirm with a nod and an exhaled "yes", tasting a hint of cherries and pomegranate as their mouths merged and coalesced anew.
"You probably spend hours on your knees, saying your prayers. But wouldn't you rather be on your knees in front of me, eating my pussy?"
Grace's eyes fluttered as she gripped Robyn's shoulders, digging her fingers into them.
