Eun Bin
Copyright© 2025 by Megumi Kashuahara
Chapter 3: The First Day of Classes
Young Adult Sex Story: Chapter 3: The First Day of Classes - Sometimes, for unexplainable reasons, two misfit girls: one intersex the other permenantly denied puberty. are brought together and find happiness together that defies logic. This is a story about two such people.
Caution: This Young Adult Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Romantic Lesbian School White Female Oriental Female First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Small Breasts
Simone woke to the insistent beeping of her phone alarm and the warmth of Eun Bin curled against her side. The tiny girl was still asleep, one hand resting on Simone’s arm, her breathing soft and even.
Simone carefully reached over to silence the alarm, trying not to wake her. But Eun Bin stirred anyway, blinking sleepily.
“Morning,” Simone said softly.
Eun Bin looked up at her, and a slow smile spread across her face—the most genuine, unguarded smile Simone had seen from her yet.
“Good morning,” Eun Bin murmured. She stretched slightly, still nestled against Simone. “I slept wonderfully again. Being near you ... it makes me feel really safe.”
Something warm bloomed in Simone’s chest. “I’m glad. I like having you here.”
“Really?”
“Really.” Simone brushed a strand of hair from Eun Bin’s face. “I haven’t slept this well in forever either.”
They lay there for another moment, neither wanting to move. Then Simone’s alarm beeped again—the snooze warning.
“Okay, okay,” Simone groaned, sitting up. “First day of classes. We need to get moving.”
Eun Bin sat up reluctantly, her hair adorably mussed. “I’m nervous.”
“That’s normal. But we’ve got this.” Simone climbed out of bed and stretched. “Come on. Let’s get ready.”
They moved through their morning routine with growing familiarity. Simone laid out her uniform—the school required them for classes. Navy skirt, white blouse, navy blazer with the school crest. Eun Bin pulled hers out as well, looking at it with some trepidation.
Simone changed in the room while Eun Bin took her uniform into the bathroom. When she emerged a few minutes later, Simone had to suppress a smile.
The uniform clearly wasn’t made for someone Eun Bin’s size. Even the smallest available skirt was too big, sitting loose on her tiny hips. The blazer sleeves were rolled up at the cuffs, and the blouse looked like it was swallowing her.
“I look ridiculous,” Eun Bin said, her cheeks flushing.
“You look adorable,” Simone said honestly. She was already dressed, the uniform fitting her athletic frame perfectly. “Seriously. You pull it off.”
“I look like I’m wearing my older sister’s clothes.”
“You look cute. And that’s not a bad thing.” Simone grabbed her bag. “Come on. Let’s get breakfast before we’re late.”
The dining hall was busier this morning—most students were up early for the first day. Simone and Eun Bin grabbed quick breakfasts and found a quiet corner table.
“What’s your first class?” Simone asked, pulling out her schedule.
Eun Bin consulted hers. “English Literature with Madame Bernard. Room 203.”
“I’ve got Chemistry with Dr. Hoffman.” Simone checked the building map. “But we have History together third period, and then lunch. So I’ll see you then, okay?”
Eun Bin nodded, but Simone could see the anxiety creeping into her expression—the way her shoulders tensed, how she picked at her food without eating.
“Hey.” Simone reached across the table and squeezed her hand quickly. “You’ve got this. It’s just school. And everyone here is new, so we’re all figuring it out together.”
“What if the teachers call on me? What if I mess up?”
“Then you mess up. It’s not the end of the world.” Simone smiled. “Besides, you’re smart. I can tell. You’ll be fine.”
“Okay.” Eun Bin took a breath. “Okay. I can do this.”
“That’s my girl.”
The words slipped out before Simone could stop them. Eun Bin’s eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“Your girl?” she repeated softly.
Simone felt her own face heat. “I mean ... yeah. If you want to be.”
“I do.” Eun Bin’s voice was barely above a whisper. “I really do.”
They stared at each other for a moment, the cafeteria noise fading into background static. Other students moving around them, but in that moment, it was just the two of them.
“Good,” Simone finally said, smiling. “Then it’s settled. You’re my girl, and I’m yours.”
Eun Bin’s smile was radiant.
First period went smoothly for Simone. Dr. Hoffman was a stern but fair-seeming German woman who laid out the syllabus and expectations with military precision. The other students in the class seemed fine—a mix of freshmen and sophomores, all sizing each other up but staying polite.
Second period was French, which Simone aced easily. Being a native speaker had its advantages. Madame Lefevre even complimented her accent, which earned her some envious looks from the other students.
By third period—History with Madame Rousseau—Simone was looking forward to seeing Eun Bin again. She arrived early and saved a seat, watching the door.
Eun Bin slipped in quietly, her eyes scanning the room until they found Simone. Her whole face lit up, and she hurried over to take the seat beside her.
“How were your classes?” Simone whispered as other students filed in.
“Good. Quiet. Everyone seems ... nice enough.” Eun Bin pulled out her notebook. “Madame Bernard is very kind. She didn’t call on me at all.”
“See? I told you it would be fine. How were mine?” Simone grinned. “Chemistry was boring but okay. French was easy.”
“Of course it was. You’re French.”
“Exactly. Finally, being from Paris pays off.”
Eun Bin smiled, some of the tension leaving her shoulders.
Madame Rousseau turned out to be passionate and engaging, diving into a discussion of the French Revolution with genuine enthusiasm. She was younger than the other teachers, probably in her early thirties, with an infectious energy.
“The Revolution didn’t happen in a vacuum,” she said, pacing at the front of the room. “It was the result of decades—centuries—of inequality, economic strain, and Enlightenment ideas taking root. Can anyone tell me about the economic situation in France leading up to 1789?”
Several hands went up. Simone raised hers halfway—she knew the basics. But Eun Bin kept hers down, even though Simone could see her lips moving slightly, reciting the answer to herself.
“Miss Park?” Madame Rousseau said, looking directly at Eun Bin.
Eun Bin froze, her face going pale. Her hands gripped the edge of her desk.
“Can you tell us about the economic factors?”
Eun Bin’s voice was so quiet that Madame Rousseau had to step closer. “I ... the peasants were taxed heavily while the nobility and clergy paid almost nothing. The government debt from supporting the American Revolution bankrupted the treasury. There were also crop failures in the 1780s that led to bread shortages and inflation...”
“Excellent,” Madame Rousseau said warmly. “Very thorough. That’s exactly right—the combination of fiscal crisis, agricultural disaster, and systemic inequality created a powder keg. Well done, Miss Park.”
Eun Bin relaxed slightly, and under the desk, Simone gave her knee a quick, encouraging squeeze.
At lunch, they grabbed their trays and found a table outside in the courtyard, taking advantage of the warm September weather.
“You were amazing in History,” Simone said, biting into her sandwich. “See? You know your stuff.”
“I was terrified,” Eun Bin admitted, picking at her salad. “My heart was pounding so hard I thought everyone could hear it.”
“But you did it. That’s what matters.” Simone took a sip of water. “And Madame Rousseau loved your answer.”
“She was nice about it.” Eun Bin paused. “So far, everyone here has been ... kind. Or at least not mean.”
“That’s because this isn’t like your old school. People here have money, but they’re from all over the world. There’s less of that rigid hierarchy bullshit.”
“I hope you’re right.”
They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, watching other students scattered across the courtyard in small groups. The weather was perfect—warm sun, cool breeze, the mountains rising in the distance.
Then Simone noticed them.
Charlotte and two of her friends were walking across the courtyard, heading in their general direction. Charlotte’s eyes landed on them, and she said something to her friends that made them all laugh.
Simone tensed.
“What’s wrong?” Eun Bin asked, following her gaze.
“Nothing. Just ... don’t worry about it.”
But as the group passed their table, one of Charlotte’s friends—a tall girl with dark hair—said something just loud enough to hear: “ ... probably hasn’t even hit puberty yet...”
The other girls giggled.
Simone’s vision went red.
“Simone—” Eun Bin started, reaching for her arm, but Simone was already on her feet.
“Hey,” Simone called out, her voice cutting across the courtyard. Charlotte and her friends turned. “You got something to say, say it to our faces.”
Charlotte’s eyes widened in fake innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yeah, you do. You just made a comment about my girlfriend. So if you have something to say, say it directly instead of being a coward.”
Several nearby students had stopped talking, watching the confrontation with interest.
Charlotte’s smile faltered slightly. “We were just talking. It’s not a big deal—”
“It is a big deal when you’re making fun of someone for something they can’t control.” Simone stepped closer, and Charlotte actually took a step back. “You don’t know anything about her. You don’t know what she’s been through. So how about you mind your own fucking business and keep your comments to yourself?”
“I was just—”
“I don’t care what you were just doing. I’m telling you now: stay away from us. Don’t look at her, don’t talk about her, don’t even think about her. Because if I hear one more word from you or your friends, we’re going to have a problem. And trust me—” Simone’s voice dropped lower, more dangerous. “—you don’t want that problem.”
Charlotte’s face had gone from surprised to angry to slightly afraid. She glanced at her friends, who were suddenly very interested in their phones.
“Whatever,” Charlotte finally said, trying to sound dismissive. “Come on, let’s go.”
The group walked away quickly, whispering among themselves.
Simone stood there for a moment, her fists clenched, trying to calm down. Then she turned back to their table.
Eun Bin was staring at her with wide eyes, her hands covering her mouth.
“I’m sorry,” Simone said, sitting down. “I shouldn’t have made a scene. But I couldn’t just let them—”
“Thank you,” Eun Bin interrupted, her voice thick with emotion. “Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me—”
“Yes, I do.” Eun Bin’s eyes were shining with tears, but she was smiling. “No one has ever stood up for me like that. Ever. Not my parents, not teachers, no one. You just ... you didn’t even hesitate.”
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