by Olivia Myers
Biology 101
Soft Kiss Books
By Olivia Myers
All rights reserved 2019 – Soft Kiss Books
I told myself not to look. I’d sworn that I would never look at another girl again, but my eyes kept flitting up from the pages of my biology textbook to take in Avery Dean as she sidled up the steps to the back row of the lecture room.
The row where I sat pretending to be immersed in photosynthesis while I kept shooting discreet glances at my approaching classmate. It would have been easier to ignore her if she actually dressed the way one should in the middle of chilly October.
But she didn’t. Sure she wore a long-sleeved shirt, but it was so sheer I could see her lacy bra and deep cleavage as clear as day. And the mini-skirt she wore with it? Let’s just say it was so short I could catch the flash of her matching panties every time she took a step.
My sweater suddenly felt extremely hot and tight. I tugged on my collar and glanced back down at my book.
Don’t look, I told myself again only to glance up a second later. Avery caught my eye and smiled as she headed down the row to the seat beside me. She sat there every class and, if I didn’t concentrate and raise my grade fast, I would blame her for my first ‘B’ in school.
“Hi, Emily,” she said, her voice a friendly tinkle as she sat next to me. She flipped her hair, blonde and soft as corn silk, off her shoulder and I watched as it cascaded like a shimmering waterfall down her back.
I grunted in response, a noise that was every bit as sexy as it sounds. My cheeks flamed with embarrassment, but she didn’t seem to notice.
“How was your weekend, Emily?” she asked as she bent down to pull her laptop out of backpack. When she leaned over like that, her skirt slid up and gave me a front row seat to the show that was her soft, round ass.
When she sat back up and straightened her skirt out, I wanted to yell ‘encore’. Every nerve in my body was on fire in a way that only one other girl had ever been able to make me feel.
That face flashed in my memory and sent waves of fear and shame through me. She was the reason I’d promised myself never to look at another girl. She was the reason I turned away from Avery, hunched my shoulders, and gave her a terse, “It was fine,” in reply.
An awkward moment followed, but Avery didn’t let it last. “You should have come hiking with me. The woods are beautiful this time of year, with the leaves all orange and red and yellow, like they’re on fire.”
I felt a momentary pang of longing when I thought how nice it would have been to go with her. To be all alone in the woods, just she and I. We could have kept each other warm and the trees wouldn’t have been the only things blazing.
I glanced up at her and caught her sparkling grey eyes shining back at me in a way that made me wonder if her thoughts were the same as mine. Did she want me as much as I wanted her?
No. I gave my head a little shake and turned back to my book. I’d thought that once before and I still had bore the scars, literally and figuratively.
“Maybe you’ll come next time?” she asked.
I shrugged. “I’m not really an outdoors person.” Total lie, but maybe it would make her stop looking at me like that.
“That’s fine,” she persisted. “We should have a scary movie night for Halloween. You can come to my place.”
You can come to my place. My muscles tensed and my heart started beating fast. Why did she have to use those exact words?
“Maybe,” I mumbled. Professor Meade started the class then, saving me from having to answer further.
I barely heard Professor Meade as she began talking about the group presentations she was assigning. I was too focused on Avery beside me, on every move she made, no matter how slight. It was like the more I tried not to think about her, the more I did.
I couldn’t stop thinking about her elegant fingers, the curve of her breasts and ass, those long, long legs wrapped around me. While her eyes were focused on Professor Meade, I let mine explore her without reservation.
Her face lit up with a smile and she turned to me. I quickly dropped my gaze.
“Did you hear that?” she asked, her face shining with excitement. “We’re going to be partners for the presentation.”
I looked up in surprise and noticed for the first time that Professor Meade was writing names and topics on the board. Sure enough, she’d just written ‘Avery/Emily V.’ When I saw the topic, my heart almost stopped.
Bonobos and Social Sex.
I’d read about bonobo monkeys and the importance of sex in their relationships. But was I really going to have to create a presentation about it with Avery? Just the thought made me feel incredibly warm down below.
I tried to gauge Avery’s reaction to see if her mind was going the same way as mine. It was hard to tell. She just looked happy.
She learned in close—very, very close—and murmured. “We only have four days so we should start soon. You want to come over to my apartment this evening for research?”
The way she said ‘research’ made me look at her twice. Was she insinuating something? No, that was impossible. Avery was beautiful and smart and popular. She couldn’t like me the way I liked her. She was probably just trying to be nice to the quiet, awkward girl in class.
I tried to think of a way to get out of it, but I didn’t know how. If we were going to be partners, I would have to go eventually and it was better to get it over with as soon as possible. “Sure,” I said at last. “This evening.”
It was impossible to concentrate for the rest of class. I kept thinking about being alone with her and reading about incredibly promiscuous monkeys.
Once our biology class was over, Avery and I exchanged phone numbers and she left for her next class with a grin and a wave. As soon as she was gone, I headed straight to Professor Meade.
She was picking up her notes, but turned to me with a gracious smile when I approached. “What can I do for you, Emily?” she asked.
“Can I change partners?” I asked quickly, before I could think better of it.
Her forehead creased with concern. “Is there a problem? I thought you and Avery get along well.”
“It’s not that,” I said hastily. “We get along fine, but—” I didn’t know how to explain how I felt around her, so I changed tactics. “I don’t mind working with Avery, but can we at least change topics? I just don’t feel comfortable doing it with somebody I don’t know very well.”
Professor Meade let out a little sigh. “I know sex is a sensitive topic in our puritan society, but you’re studying to be a scientist now. Sex is a part of biology and a large part of life. You should get used to discussing it with others in a mature, professional way.”
“But—” I started to protest, before she cut me off.
“If I let you change topics or partners, then other students will want to change as well. I don’t want to deal with a headache like that, so I’m afraid I can’t let you change.” Her tone softened. “Even if it’s a little awkward, I’m sure it will be fine, Emily. Avery’s a nice girl and you can get through your awkwardness together.”
“Sure,” I said, a strong note of skepticism in my voice. It wasn’t so much the awkwardness that worried me, but the need I felt when I was around her. And the pain that need could cause if I gave in to it.
***
Later that evening, I stood outside the apartment door and double checked to make sure the number matched the one in the address Avery had sent me. Once I was absolutely sure I had the right one, I took a deep breath and knocked.
Moments later, the door swung open and Avery stood there, framed by warm light. My mouth fell open when I saw what she was wearing.
Her cheeks blushed and, for the first time ever, I saw her look flus
tered. “Sorry. Since we were doing this at my place, I took the liberty of dressing a little casual.”
‘Casual’ wasn’t the word I would have used. She looked too perfect for casual with nothing on but a little silk robe. It cut deep in the front, exposing the strip of skin between her breasts and down to the top of her belly. She wasn’t wearing a bra and I tried hard not to look at the two hard little nipples that stood out against the thin cloth.
God, she was going to make concentrating on the presentation impossible.
Long before I was done looking, she’d regained her composure. “Come in,” she offered graciously.
She turned her back to me and led me inside. My eyes fell to her ass and I couldn’t help but notice the absence of panty lines, even though her robe hugged her curves tightly.
She’s probably just wearing a thong, I reasoned to try to stop the dirty direction of my thoughts. Oddly enough, adding a thong didn’t help.
“All my roommates are out,” Avery said over her shoulder, “so it’ll just be us tonight.”
“Really? Oh, that’s great,” I said faintly.
“Yep, we should be able to concentrate on our research without any distractions.”
I wasn’t too sure about that. I was still trying to figure out if she had a thong on or not and I had a feeling that question would distract me all night.
“I have everything set up in my bedroom,” she said as she led me through a living room and down a narrow hallway.
“Don’t you think the living room would have more space?” I asked nervously. I wanted to trust Avery. I wanted to want her without being afraid, but I still kept glancing in the shadows and behind me, afraid I would find people lurking there.
“Yes, but my bedroom is so much more intimate.”
I swallowed audibly. Either she was insinuating something, or she was truly oblivious. I wanted to believe it was the first, but I couldn’t rule out the second.
No girl will ever look twice at you, a silent, ever-present voice whispered in my ear. I tried to ignore it, but as I passed a mirror in the hall, I realized maybe the voice was right. It took only a glance at my pale skin, frightened eyes, and bulky coat-clad body to realize I had no chance with the willowy, graceful girl I followed.
Avery opened the door to her bedroom and a soft light spilled out.
I hesitated before I entered, but she held the door for me and offered me a reassuring smile. “Come on in. Don’t be shy.”
I entered and stopped in amazement.
It was like she had turned her room into a scene from the Arabian Nights. Silk curtains covered the walls, colorful blankets and cushions spread across the floor, and a lamp with a red shade cast a romantic light over everything. A low table with bottles of wine and cheesecake sat to one side.
I turned to stare at Avery and found her chewing a rosy lip nervously. “Did I overdo it?” she asked. “I noticed you seem stressed and tense lately and I wanted to give you a space to relax.”
My mouth gaped open as I tried to find something suitable to say. Something besides, ‘I love you, Avery. Please, please say this means you love me back.’ The room was so sensual it had to mean something.
But I held back the words that longed to bubble out. I’d made that mistake once before and I wouldn’t make it again.
“Thanks,” was all I could manage. “It’s really nice.”
Avery’s face relaxed into a relieved smile. “Good. Here, let me take your coat. You can take your shoes off and make yourself comfortable.”
As she helped slip my coat off my shoulders, her body leaned into mine for a moment. I went stiff for a moment, the relaxed and let myself gently lean into her. Maybe this was real. Maybe this was possible.
I still felt very over-dressed compared to her, with my long-sleeved shirt and jeans but, as we sat on the cushions together, I felt incredibly vulnerable and exposed.
Avery opened a bottle of wine, poured me a glass, and handed me a plate of cheesecake. I sniffed the wine and wondered if I should drink it. What if it was drugged?
I knew it was paranoid of me to think that, but life had made me paranoid. I pretended to take a sip then set it to the side. I did taste the cheesecake—I couldn’t resist cheesecake, even if there was a possibility that it might be drugged—and its sweet creaminess burst across my tongue.
“Wow, that is delicious.” I let out a little moan of pleasure.
Avery’s eyes went suddenly bright. “I’m glad you like it. I’ve never made cheesecake before.”
“You’re a natural,” I answered sincerely.
“So,” she said, brushing her hair to the side with a coy gesture. “Bonobos and social sex.”
I nearly choked on my cake. “Crazy topic,” I managed to croak as I turned bright red.
“Crazy interesting,” Avery corrected. “I was doing some preliminary research earlier so I’d be ready when you came and the subject is fascinating.”
She pulled out her laptop and lay on the floor on her stomach. Her robe flared out and I could see her bare breasts. I tried not to look, but it was so damn hard. I could feel a sudden rush of warmth dampen my panties.
“Did you know the females in bonobo communities tend to have a higher social status then the males?” Avery asked. “They think it’s because the females build strong bonds with each other by having sex together.”
Her eyes were fixed on me as she spoke and she had to see the shudder that passed through my body. I was hot and swollen down below and her words just stoked the flames.
She kicked her legs up and her robe rode higher until I could see the round curve where her legs met her ass. If I shifted to the side a little and tilted my head just so, I was sure I could answer the thong or no thong question.
“They have huge clitorises,” she continued, “three times larger than a human’s. I can’t even imagine how good their orgasms feel. About every two hours, two females will rub their clitorises together and shriek and grind.” She smiled wryly. “Sounds like they get more action than I do.”
If that wasn’t an invitation, I didn’t know what was. More than anything, I wanted to reach out and take her. I still held myself back but I wasn’t sure how long my self-control would last.
I stood quickly on shaking legs. “I have to go.”
“Wait!” Avery called. She jumped up and chased after me as I headed for the door.
She caught my hand and pulled me around to face her. Her chest moved with quick, nervous breaths and her face was flushed with mingled fear and desire. God, she was so beautiful.
“Emily, please don’t leave,” she begged. “I’m sorry if I’m being weird or coming on too strong, but I really, really like you.”
Flashes of another girl’s face, another girl’s voice shot through my mind. I like you too, Emily. Why couldn’t I forget her? Why couldn’t I move on?
Avery leaned into me, pressing her body flat against mine so that I could feel every inch of it through my shirt. For the first time in a long time, I forgot about the other girl and forgot about the other time. Right now, it was just me and her and I could feel my walls crumbling.
Avery pressed her face into my neck and I turned my face to burrow in her hair. “I’m so confused,” she said as one of my arms snaked around her waist to return her embrace. “Sometimes when you look at me, I think you must like me as much as I like you. Other times, it’s like you can’t stand being around me. So be honest. Do you like me or don’t you? It’s all right if you don’t. I won’t be weird about it in class. I’ll try to—”
I cut her stream of words with my mouth crushing hers. She tasted like cheesecake and fruity wine. My tongue flicked out to taste her lips, her teeth, her tongue as I hugged her tight, pulled her into me. She responded eagerly, her arms tightening around me.
I pulled back, breaking our kiss so I could look into her eyes, run my fingers down her cheek and through her hair. “Yes, I like you, Avery. I really, really like you.”
Her
smile sparkled. “Thank goodness, because I don’t know what I would have done if you didn’t. I’m so fucking wet for you.”
She pulled my hand down and slipped my fingers under her robe. My eyes widened when I touched her sopping wet pussy. Definitely no thong.
My fingers worked their way inside her lips and searched for her clit until they found it, slick and swollen and pulsing. I rubbed it in smooth, slow circles, just the way I liked being touched.
Avery groaned as she ground my hand against my thigh. I could feel her wetness soak through my jeans and touch the skin underneath.
While my one hand still worked over her clit, the other tentatively reached up and loosed the one knot keeping her robe in place. It fell off her shoulders and slithered into a pile at her feet.
I stepped back so I could look her over from her small round breasts with their deliciously dark nipples to her heart-shaped pussy hair, groomed short and oiled.
I stood there with my mouth gaping open and my eyes eating her up. Damn, was she really giving herself to me?
She blushed and giggled under my gaze then turned in a little circle so I could see the round globes of her ass.
“Now,” she said, matter-of-factly once she was facing me again. “Let’s get you undressed. I want to see what’s inside of you.”
I was so entranced by her, so caught up in what we were doing, that I didn’t remember why I always wore high-collared shirts. Not until she pulled off my shirt and let out a little gasp.
I flinched away from her, my hand flying up to cover the ugly scar on my chest, jagged and shaped like an ‘L’. Loser, whispered the voice in my mind.
Avery’s warm lips brushed the voice away as she gently kissed the scar. Her fingers worked at my bra. When it slipped off, she cupped my breasts in her hands and kissed each nipple, then nipped them tenderly. Spasms of energy coursed through me at her touch.
I quickly unbuttoned my pants and pulled both them and my panties off with a quick movement. I was nervous, but I wanted her so badly, I could almost forget my fear.
It was my turn to blush as her eyes worked over me, taking in every inch and crevice of my body. Her eyes were wide and glistening, her chest heaving with desire. “Emily?” she asked in a small, taut voice.
