Chapter 2

"Are you sure?"

"Am I completely without a doubt one-hundred percent sure without question? NO. I'm only ninety-nine percent sure."

"Maybe you're wrong."

"Paris, you heard her. That wasn't a simple observation. Ms. Peters is way too sharp not to have figured out what was going on. Not just my clothing, but our make-up, our expressions, even the state of the Headmaster's desk for heavens sake. They all would give it away to someone not as dense as Charleston and goodness knows she is anything but dense."

"All she said was that your blouse wasn't buttoned properly." Paris clung to the fading hope that the words their advisor had spoken meant only exactly what they said.

Rory rolled her eyes. "Wake UP Paris. She KNOWS."

"Oh GOD." Paris sat down abruptly. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," admitted Rory. The two girls came together, holding each other, both seeking and giving reassurance. "I don't know."

For days the pair was on pins and needles. They had learned their lesson in one important respect; they maintained physical distance at school and were careful not to indulge in looks of longing across the halls or classrooms. At the same time though they kept up being close and chatty, after all, they were still best friends. They just had to balance that with the fact that they were now also lovers. The first was well-known, the second something they still wanted to keep under wraps. Not only did they fear the reception from friends, teachers and family but neither of them had yet the slightest clue where they were going with what they had admitted was a relationship "of some kind or other." Was it just a mutual crush? Was it something deeper?

During the nearly agonizing period of waiting they did manage to find some time together. There was no waking up together but there was some delicious fun of other kinds. Returning one evening from a college fair at the school Paris suddenly veered down a side road and pulled into a dirt lane. She shut off the car and grinned at Rory.

"Gee, I think we're out of gas!"

"Oh dear!" Rory pretended to cry out. "What will happen? We're all alone and lost out here in the dark and the wild, wild woods."

"There, there, fear not," soothed Paris as she took her friend into her arms. "I'll protect you."

Kisses were exchanged; soft and sweet at first before becoming deeper and showing the desire the two girls had for each other. Hands ran over each other. With the skill born of repeated practice Paris deftly unbuttoned the brunette's blazer and blouse and slid her hand inside Rory's bra. The other girl gasped, a gasp that the blonde returned as Rory ran her hand up the outside of the well formed leg pressing against her to cup the full ass and creep under the panties that did a very poor job of concealing the tight cheeks.

"But who," panted Rory as the kisses intensified, "Will protect you fair maiden?"

The pair toppled sideways in a tangle of arms and legs with Rory on top. Grasping hands continued to explore. With a deft tug Paris wrenched Rory's bra down and fastened her mouth on one of the exposed breasts. Suckling deeply she drew all she could of her friend's firm young orb into her mouth. Her tongue felt the dark pink nipple grow firm, helped along by the lashing that same tongue's tip was giving it.

Rory arched and Paris hung on. She ran her fingers down her friend's back and under the plaid skirt, cupping the firm little ass there. Rory nearly ripped open Paris' clothing until the other girl's bra was around her waist and her hands could cover both of her lover's breasts.

"Perfect," Rory whispered. "Made just for me." Slightly larger than her own, Paris' breasts filled her long fingered hands to perfection. Thumbs caressed full brown nipples. The blonde girl shivered and let out a deep moan around the breast that filled her mouth when Rory gently scraped her nails over the hard nubbins.

Paris bucked under her friend. Her hands jerked Rory's skirt up around her waist before returning to rub and squeeze the tight ass cheeks. Rory reared up, rolling Paris' legs into the air, although the blonde never lost the grip her mouth had on the breast it was engulfing. Nearly frantic, Rory struggled to pull Paris' satin French cut panties down her legs.

Reluctantly, the blonde released the tit she was suckling so Rory could kneel between her upraised legs and strip her already damp panties from her. As soon as she felt them slide free Paris grabbed Rory's ass again and yanked the brunette down on top of her.

Muted laughter erupted from both young women.

"My oh my are we horny today Paris Gellar?"

"Just for you Rory Gilmore." Two mouths locked together in a deep passionate kiss and all further teasing was done with lips and fingers and tongues.

Then Rory's pantyhose thigh pressed between Paris' legs and began to slide up and down, rasping against the wet blonde pussy. At the same time a planted foot and a bended knee saw a smooth bare thigh touch the taller girl's tangled brown bush. Both girls braced against the car door and began to rock hard against each other.

'Uh, UH!" grunted Rory as she drove her thigh against her friend. The girls shifted slightly, allowing Rory to be fully on top of the young woman who had become her friend, her classmate and now her lover. Slapping sounds filled the car as the brunette drove herself again and again against Paris. The two dripping pussys kissed again and again. Sweet nectar ran from each of them, mingling together where the friction of their young bodies turned it into perfume.

The girls frantically ground against each other. Paris' fingers dug into Rory's ass. Her feet, braced against the car door, allowed her to buck upwards each time the taller girl drove down. Paris tore her mouth from Rory's.

"Rory! Fuck meeeeee," she wailed.

"Yes." Rory thrust against her lover. "YES." Slapping sounds rose as she humped frantically up and down. "YESSSSSS!" Rory screamed and arched, holding herself against Paris. Two exposed and throbbing clits touched and both girls went off like rockets, Rory falling against her girlfriend and the two bodies shaking together in the fury of their orgasms.

The pair snuggled for a bit before Paris began to only partially mock complain about the cramped space they were in and how Rory seemed to be gaining some extra weight since their time in the Headmaster's office. They sat up and attempted to help each other readjust their clothing enough to cover up their activities for the brief period they would each have before going to bed when they got to their respective homes. Of course it took a long time to get straightened out as fingers had a habit of wandering inside the clothing they were supposed to be helping the other put in order. In fact Paris never did get her panties back on before they left.

In the midst of the giggling and touching Paris suddenly sat upright with an exclamation.

"What is it?" asked Rory, almost alarmed at first.

"I just remembered something important. Guess what? Madeline overheard a couple of the women who work up in the front office at school talking. It seems that Ms. Peters got a bit of a scolding from Mr. Charleston. Apparently she had scattered some papers the day we spent in the office and didn't get them back in the proper order. She told him she was sorry but she had not been paying attention when she shifted stuff to sit on the desk when she talked to us. After all, there are only two other chairs and she told him she didn't feel right sitting in HIS chair."