Chapter 3

"So what are we going to do next?" Paris Gellar whispered to her friend and secret lover Rory Gilmore.

The pair was snuggled together in a corner of the Chilton library. Ostensibly they were studying. Actually they were discussing the newest occurrence in their now rather complicated lives and finding opportunities to touch each other. They didn't quite have the nerve to hold hands but their legs were pressed together and each time one or the other shifted her weight those same legs rubbed gently.

It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago the pair had been nothing more than best friends. It was an unlikely friendship, considering that once they were bitter rivals who pretty much hated each other. But they had softened, discovered that they actually had a great deal in common and eventually the friendship had sprouted.

Then one night Paris had been by Rory's house to study together. It wasn't the first time that had happened nor was it the first time Rory's mother had been away. So when the offer was made for the visitor to spend the night it was gratefully accepted, with no idea on either side as to what that evening held for the pair. Before it was over, almost by accident, the two girls had ended up in bed together.

Amazingly, the reaction from both of them the next morning had not been either hysteria or panic. Granted there had been a few awkward moments and Paris had almost lost it with vocal worries about suddenly being gay. But they had calmed down and discussed what had happened and finally accepted it for what it was; an event that changed their lives but did not define them. Before the morning was over the girls had both showered together and ended back up in bed again.

Since then the closeness of their relationship, and they both admitted that is was indeed a relationship, had grown. They were not exclusive, still dating guys, and certainly not in the least bit "out" about their mutual attraction. They weren't sure where they were going but they were young and enjoying themselves and determined to make the most of what they had found. As long as they could keep it a secret of course.

The Soto-voice discussion this afternoon was sparked by the latest complication in their lives. A series of fortunately misunderstood actions had landed them in the Headmaster's office, where after being lectured sternly they had been left alone to "work things out". Being the first time they had been alone together since their first night they had taken full advantage of the locked heavy door and made love on the massive desk.

They had straightened up the office and themselves and were sitting in the chairs they had been left in when the door opened. To their surprise it had not been the Headmaster, Mr. Charleston. It had been their faculty advisor Ms. Peters, who had come to check on two of her favorite students.

Everything had gone smoothly and each was tempted to giggle as they confidently left the office. Then a simple remark from Ms. Peters had brought their smugness crashing down around their ears.

"Rory? The buttons on your blouse aren't fastened properly. You might want to correct that before you get to class."

A frantic discussion had ensued. Eventually they were both forced to admit that Ms. Peters knew exactly what had been going on in that locked office. With that admission came the discovery that not only had she not turned them in for "inappropriate conduct" but that she had actually covered for them.

A few days later, overcome by an urge she still couldn't fully explain, Rory had put on a bit of a teasing show for Ms. Peters, lifting her skirt and stroking her leg as though she was adjusting her pantyhose. Peeking at the older woman, Rory had been very pleased by the rapt attention she had received. Just before dropping her skirt she had turned slightly and allowed just the bottom of her butt to be exposed. She still wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard a smothered gasp from the desk.

Ms. Peters was one of the subjects of this afternoon's discussion. Actually she was the central figure in it. The girls were trying to decide if it was fair to any of the three of them to continue with this teasing.

"After all, she IS one of our teachers," argued Paris. "Even if she wanted to respond she really wouldn't dare. She could get fired and in a lot of trouble."

"Not legally, after all we both are over eighteen," reasoned Rory. "but you're right about her losing her job and that would be a terrible payback for all the concern, care and attention she has shown us."

"And that's not the only issue," Paris had pressed. "Then there's us. We've just started exploring 'Us' and I like where we have been so far and look forward to more time and experiences with you." The blonde chuckled. "I don't share very well as you should be quite aware of. What if she comes between us somehow?" The last sentence was delivered in a far more sober tone than the previous ones.

Under the table Rory intertwined her fingers with Paris' and squeezed. She knew how her generally supremely self-confident friend felt about personal relationships. They tended to be of the "all or nothing" variety. No doubt a lot of that came from her fractured upbringing.

"Well that's NEVER going to happen," Rory reassured her friend. "Besides, we don't know if she'd even be interested. She could be completely straight after all."

"Get real Gilmore," snorted Paris, even as she squeezed Rory's hand back. "She's attractive, single and in her thirties. I've never even heard of her dating anyone, guy or girl. Besides, from what you have described about your little show I'd bet she's already thinking about you. And let me remind you that until a few weeks ago both of us were convinced that we were as straight as arrows."

"So, you think she's attractive do you?" Rory seized on that comment.

"Oh my God of course I do. She's gorgeous. And her legs are almost as good as yours are."

"You've got your priorities right," nodded Rory. "So you think she's attractive and I think she's attractive and we both really like her. So we have to be careful but at the same time I'm pretty sure we're both already having fantasies about her."

"So what are we going to do next?"

"WE are not going to do anything. YOU are."

"Why did I know you were going to say that?" sighed Paris.

"The same way you knew I was going to do this?" Rory disengaged her fingers from her friend's hand. She slid sideways in her chair, pressing her thigh tightly against the one beside her. Her now freed hand brushed over Paris' leg and curled under her uniform skirt.

"Rory!" Came a strangled whisper.

"No one's watching. Well, they aren't as long as you don't give out a shriek or something." Fingertips danced up smooth skin, the nails dragging slightly, making Paris shiver even more and nearly involuntarily part her legs. The plaid skirt was roomy enough that it slid up without Paris having to move any more than the squirming she was already doing and allow Rory's fingers to press against the white cotton panties the blonde was wearing.

Paris gripped the book she was supposedly studying and stared unseeingly at the pages. She managed to look sideways at Rory, who's gaze was fixed on her own book while a demure smile played over her face.

Rory had shifted to a slight angel that allowed her to press the heel of her hand where she knew her lover's clit was hidden under the rapidly becoming soaked cotton. At the same time her fingers hooked the thin strip of cotton that covered the sparse blonde hair of Paris' pussy and pulled them aside. The brunette gave a low grunt of satisfaction as two of her fingers parted the puffy labia they found and slid inside the already slick channel.

"Mumphhhhhhhhh," Paris choked back a moan that started deep in her throat and threatened to burst from her lips. Her hips twisted as she attempted to buck free of the hand that was driving her crazy while at the same time she tried to press the intruding fingers even deeper.

"Shhhhh," cautioned the other girl, a devil dancing in her eyes as she peeked sideways at the effect she was having on her friend. "No noise in the Library."

Paris managed to take a deep breath. Her hand slid between her legs to grab Rory's. She stood up, pulling her friend to her feet at the same time. Without a word she led the taller girl to the door marked "Ladies".

That room at this end of the library upstairs was a one person only affair. So when Paris pulled Rory through the door and locked it behind them it was unlikely they would be disturbed. That was good because the blonde girl immediately pressed her girlfriend against that door and kissed her deeply while grabbing her wrists and holding them up over her head.

The kiss went on and on. Finally both girls had to come up for air. Rory's eyes were sparkling with glee as she gasped "My oh my, Paris, a little aroused are we?"

"Oh yes we are you tease," smiled Paris. "And since you have caused this problem I think you should fix it.'