Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  She finally got them off, and without any hesitation her hand plunged in between my thighs. My breath caught in my throat and my thighs quivered with the strength of my surge of pleasure as her fingers circled and swirled.

  I’d thought that I was in control. Oh, I was wrong. Gabi held me captive with her nimble touch, and our fingers moved in synch with each other, matching each other’s pleasure.

  Gabi’s hips bucked, and I felt her tighten, then tremble uncontrollably as her orgasm burst through her. She whimpered and moaned and squealed with the force of it, and at that moment I couldn’t hold back any more. Her release was mine, and my pleasure peaked and then broke as her frantically pumping fingers brought me to orgasm. We cried out together, sharing in our pleasure as we came together.

  Finally, after what seemed like ages, Gabi’s trembling stopped, and I felt my own climax ebb and fade away. Panting, we collapsed into each other’s arms, both of us still trembling with the aftershocks. Gabi’s hot, sweaty, naked body pressed fully and completely against my own, and we held each other, savoring in the afterglow.

  I ran my hands through her thick golden hair and kissed her, slowly and deeply. Exhausted, she kissed me back, and we lay there for nearly half an hour, slowly kissing and stroking each other’s faces. Gabi’s extraordinary eyes gazed into mine, and in them shone love, trust, and gratitude.

  “Thank you for being here for me,” she murmured. “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

  At that, I kissed her again, pressing against her soft, warm lips. “You’ve done everything,” I said simply.

  We lay together, naked and entwined in each other, for the rest of that long, magical night.

  Epilogue

  Six Months Later

  “Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Gabi asked me. She squeezed my hand.

  I swallowed. “I’m sure.” I glanced up at her, and a wave of pure love hit me. “Are you?”

  She looked a little unsure of herself, but she nodded. “Just keep holding my hand.”

  “I’ll never let go,” I promised.

  She kissed me, and I sighed against her soft lips. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  We took a deep breath then, and together we opened Tina’s bedroom door.

  Neither of us had been inside since she died. But together, we would face our loss head-on.

  It was a little dusty, but otherwise was exactly as she left it. My own pain was mirrored in Gabi’s eyes, but we didn’t turn back.

  Wordlessly we began packing up Tina’s stuff. It was, after all, time to finally move on.

  To my surprise, my grief lessened as I placed her clothes and shoes in a box destined for Goodwill. It was like finally shutting a door on a wailing ghost. Tina would be happy that her stuff was going to people who would benefit from it.

  I stopped as I spied a book on her dresser. I picked it up, blew the dust off of the cover, and stared. It was our senior yearbook, a copy of the same one that I’d thrown across my room in what seemed like a lifetime ago.

  Suddenly I wanted to see her face again. I wanted to see her smile. I took a deep breath and braced myself for the pain that I knew seeing her again would bring.

  I opened the book, and a piece of paper fell out.

  Gabi’s eyes followed the paper, and she dropped the jacket she was holding. “What’s that?” she asked.

  “No clue.” My heart pounded as I bent to pick it up. Tina’s handwriting was unmistakable.

  Gabi sidled up beside me to read the note over my shoulder.

  Connie,

  If you’re reading this, I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry. I just can’t do it anymore.

  All I can think of is that stupid fight we had. It was all my fault, and I’m sorry for that, too. More than anything I want to pick up the phone and call you to apologize, but I can’t bring myself to do that. If I hear your voice, I might tell you everything, and I don’t want to worry you.

  I wasn’t meant for this world, Connie. I just can’t carry on. All my life I’ve been fighting against it, but I can’t fight anymore. I’m too tired.

  You probably think I’m weak. I am, but I can’t help that.

  I want to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for being my friend for all these years. You helped make my life bearable in so many ways.

  But the fact that I can’t go on anymore isn’t your fault. I don’t want you to think that there’s anything you could have done to take this awful burden away from me. Some people are just born broken, and it’s nobody’s fault.

  I know I’m not doing you any favors by writing this letter instead of calling you to tell you this myself, but like I said, I can’t gather enough courage for that.

  I’m so sorry.

  Connie, I expect you to mourn me and then get on with your life. You’re a beautiful, amazing person, and you have so much to offer the world. Go out and experience it for yourself.

  Tell my parents and my sister that I’m so sorry to have done this to them. I love them with every fiber of my being, and hurting them breaks my heart. You were right, I AM selfish. I can’t bring myself to go on for their sakes. For that, I’m sorry too.

  I’ve always loved you like a sister, and more than anything I want you to be happy again.

  Please don’t think too badly of me.

  Forever and always your best friend,

  Tina

  I didn’t bother to hold back the tears, and neither did Gabi. We sat on the edge of the bed with our arms around each other as we read and reread Tina’s note, drinking in her words.

  These tears felt cleaner, washing away my grief until it hollowed, turning into a purer sort of sadness.

  I wiped away my tears and smiled a little. “I’m so glad we found this,” I whispered.

  “Me too,” Gabi replied. She read the note for the fourth time. “It’s almost as if she’s speaking to us again, isn’t it?”

  “It is,” I agreed. I could hear Tina’s soft voice in my head, telling me that it was okay to move on, and that it wasn’t my fault.

  I would always mourn her, but from now on I would heed her final wish. I now fully believed that it was possible for me to be happy for her sake.

  Gabi and I embraced, and in that moment I knew that, as long as we had each other, we could find the strength to carry on.

  Table of Contents

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  Double Grades

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  First Time & New Adult - "Sporty Secrets"

  First Time & New Adult - "Hidden Passions"

  First Time & New Adult - "First Touch"

  First Time & New Adult - "Freshman Year"

  First Time & New Adult - "To Kiss A Girl"

  First Time & New Adult - "Summer Crush"

  First Time & New Adult - "Coming Back To You"

  First Time & New Adult - "I Choose Her"

  First Time & New Adult - "Destined"

  First Time & New Adult - "Secret Teachings"

  First Time & New Adult - "New To College"

  First Time & New Adult - "Make Me Smile Again"

  First Time & New Adult - "After Divorce"

  First Time & New Adult - "Virgin Beginnings"

  Contemporary - "The Masseuse"

  Contemporary - "Under The Rain"

  Contemporary - "The CEO"

  Contemporary - "My Boss Is A Pain"

  Western & Cowgirl - "The Boss"

  Western & Cowgirl - "The Chase"

  Western & Cowgirl - "Bad Tordado"

  Ménage - "The Sold Virgen"

  Ménage - "Two Loves"

  Ménage - "Menage a Trois"

  Thriller & Suspense - "A Dangerous Game"

  Thriller & Suspense - "Love And Crime"

  Thriller & Suspense - "Private Investigator"

  Thriller & Suspense - "Officer"

  Thriller & Suspense - "Her Sister"

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  Kristine Robinson, Double Grades