Sophie closed her study book. The compulsory maths exam was the following day, but she couldn't possibly study anymore. Numbers were dancing before her eyes and diagrams had started to distort. She lay back on her large sofa-bed and sighed.
You can do this. She told herself. You've got it. Just relax.
She dragged herself from her comfortable position and walked to the kitchen. She needed a hot chocolate.
As stressed as she was about her college exams, Sophie had been enjoying a constant feeling of relief for almost four months. She'd broken up with her long-term boyfriend – who she'd been with since high school – and was enjoying the freedom of not having to think about him all the time. It wasn't that she disliked him or anything; she just didn't like him enough. He'd stayed the same since they were teenagers, she thought. Contrarily, by the time they both reached 20, she'd changed quite a lot. When they were younger, they'd both liked to play video games, hang out in town and they had both lived with their parents. Now, she'd worked hard to get a place of her own, worked a part time sales assistant job alongside her college studies and in her spare time practised gymnastics in a local gymnastics group. Her ex-boyfriend, Tom, still lived with his parents and, although he was at college, didn't seem to care about his studies or anything else.
She was much happier after she was free of his uninspiring company.
She stirred a small amount of cold water into the chocolate powder, then added hot water on top. She felt cosy and content when she'd prepared her drink, then she returned to her living room to sit on her large sofa bed. She liked living alone. She invited her friends round a lot, and it was a fun place to hang out with them, but she also enjoyed getting comfortable by herself, watching films, and thinking.
She browsed through Netflix to find something to watch. It was only 10pm, so there was time for a film, she thought.
On there she spotted a critically acclaimed, arty looking film: Blue Is the Warmest Colour. She clicked on it and saw the description: "French teen forms a deep emotional and sexual connection with older art student, after they meet in a lesbian bar."
She clicked 'play', sat back and sipped her hot chocolate.
As she watched the film, she couldn't help but feel intrigued by the lesbian connection between the two main characters.
That seems so real, she thought.
As the film progressed, there were several sex scenes which got Sophie even more interested. There was one extremely long sex scene, where the two women changed positions regularly in what was an extremely hot, frantic fucking session. Sophie felt herself getting wet as she watched this, and she slipped her hand into her panties.
When the scene finished, Sophie paused the video.
That was so hot.
She rubbed her clitoris and imagined that it was a woman's tongue. The previously taboo nature of this thought got her even more aroused, and she started to rub herself more quickly.
She thought about how the women had licked each other and grinded against each other, grabbing breasts and buttocks in lust.
Sophie moaned as she thought about how beautiful the women's bodies had been, and how turned on they'd looked. The scenes were so hot, she thought as she rubbed herself faster still She'd never experienced such pure lust with a man.
She pictured the women's smooth skin in her mind. How soft it looked, how... strokeable, squeezable, lickable, biteable, kissable, fuckable.
Sophie started to think about her friends, most of whom were also young, slim, students. She felt a little guilty as she imagined her best friend, Laura, naked. Laura was her most intelligent friend. She worked hard at college, enjoyed horse riding in her spare time and had a well-toned figure. Sophie thought about how strong her thighs must be, due to the horse riding. She felt weird for thinking of her friend in this way, but she was so turned on after seeing the women on the screen having sex, she couldn't help but to continue masturbating as she thought of Laura. She imagined Laura's blonde hair between her thighs. As Sophie pushed her palm against her pelvis and frantically fingered her clitoris, feeling the wetness from her vagina soaking her fingers and the top of her thighs, she imagined digging her fingers into Laura's back and kissing her as they both came from rubbing against each other.
The pleasure that Sophie felt started to spread, and she felt the familiar tingles in her pelvis that she knew meant she was about to cum.
She gasped and let out a high-pitched moan as she brought herself to orgasm. Her vagina was throbbing, she could smell the musky, sweet smell of her vaginal fluids and she was relaxed and relieved.
She looked at the film: one hour left. She decided to save it for another time. She needed to get some sleep ahead of the following day's exam.
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When Sophie woke up the following morning, she showered and prepared for the day ahead. She could feel the impending relief of having finished the last exam of the term. She packed her books into her bag – for some last-minute revision right before the exam – and made sure she had pens and pencils. She prepared a simple breakfast of toast, cereals and orange juice, and sat at her kitchen table.
Her mind wandered back to the previous night.
What was that? Sophie thought. She'd never, ever, even thought about having a lesbian desire before. She blushed a little when she remembered masturbating – climaxing, even – whilst thinking about her friend, Laura. Her best friend, Laura. The pair had known each other since they were four years old and had been best friends for that whole time. They'd been on holidays together as children and teenagers, they'd cried together, laughed together, slept in the same bed together... Not once had their relationship even verged on sexual.
Sophie began to feel guilty as she sipped her orange juice. She felt as though she had betrayed Laura, sexualising her as she had last night. Still, she couldn't help but feel aroused when she thought about the fantasies.
She tried to focus on other women. Women who weren't her friends. It was less weird to fantasize about random females, she thought. She thought of the two women in the film. They'd been French, and she'd liked their accents. They were husky, sexy and soft all at the same time. Sophie couldn't speak French, but imagined that if she could, she might like to talk to women with a similar intensity to the actresses she'd seen in the film.
She thought again about Laura and took a deep breath. Laura was picking her up in 10 minutes, to drive them both to college for the exam. She needed to make sure that she didn't let any of this on.
Sophie put on her makeup, making a bit more of an effort that she normally did for college.
It will give me an extra confidence for the exam, she half-convinced herself.
She sprayed on 4 squirts of perfume and sat briefly on her sofa. The doorbell rang.
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Sophie opened the door to Laura and tried not to appear nervous. As soon as she saw her friend's welcoming smile, that was easy. She'd been building something out of nothing, she told herself. She sat in Laura's passenger seat and they drove the 4 miles towards their college.
"How are you feeling about today's exam?" Sophie asked Laura.
Laura looked pale and serious.
"I'm worried," she said.
Laura always got worried about exams, even though she consistently passed with flying colours. Maybe it was because of all of the worry that she did so well, Sophie thought.
"Aww, you know you'll do great. You always do. And when it comes to maths, you have super, super, super-brains!" Said Sophie.
Laura smiled.
"Thanks, Soph. I'll be alright when it's over. I just can't wait for it to be over. There have been so many exams this term."
Sophie nodded. "I know, it's been exhausting. I'm also excited to feel the relief of the last exam of term being finito!"
They pulled up at the college and walked together to the classroom where the exam was to take place. The room was laid out formally: with one table and one chair per pupil and one to two-foot gaps between the tables. There were 28 of them taking the exam today, around half of whom were already in the room.
Sophie chose a seat next to her and Laura's mutual friend, Jenna. Jenna was leaned back in her chair, looking significantly more relaxed than anyone else in the room. She grinned at Sophie and Sophie instantly felt more relaxed.
