A Schoolgirl Crush
Marlene’s first year at high school produced good results, raising Eileen’s hopes of a bright future. In Year Eight she arranged for Marlene to sit the entrance exam at the prestigious Mac.Robertson Girls’ High School. Marlene easily gained acceptance and commenced the following year. This was a more challenging academic environment, but she had no difficulty keeping up. However she soon found she was rather less interested in school-work than everyone else, and quietly doubted she’d last the full four years.
There were few girls she felt she could develop a friendship with. But one, an attractive brunette, shapely like her stood out. Early in Term One Rachel was appointed captain of the Middle School Debating Club, and captain of the Year Nine volleyball team. She seemed to be good at everything, and popular. Marlene wanted her as a friend, and promptly joined both the Debating Club and volleyball team.
The first debate was on the topic ‘Will Australia benefit from conversion to the metric system?’ Marlene made sure she was on the same side as Rachel, No. Although their argument was a lost cause, it was convincingly put by Rachel with good support from Marlene, and their team won. Now Rachel was taking notice of Marlene.
Although hardly fancying herself as a volleyball player, Marlene found a competitive streak she hadn’t yet discovered and proved to be a good player. The affectionate hug she received from Rachel when she hit her first winning volley made all the sore muscles worthwhile.
From this point, the two young women became firm friends. Marlene was happiest at school when there were Debating Club or volleyball team activities. Her interest in Rachel was reciprocated, and they were often together at lunch and during other breaks.
To Marlene, Rachel couldn’t be flawed. She was clever, but warm and sincere, with an endearing friendly giggle. She was a capable conversationalist, sporty and came from a good family. She was also very pretty and had a nice body. Marlene knew she had a good body too, but Rachel had that and far more. She even knew already she wanted to study law at university and become a barrister. Marlene couldn’t get enough of her.
Naturally their conversations included talk of boys. It was obvious Rachel was still a virgin, and appeared content to remain that way. Marlene decided to keep her much different sexual history a secret, and contributed to these discussions as if she also was virginal. This talk never included mention of same gender sex, a topic of interest among some others. Marlene gained the impression Rachel was straight-laced, and would consider this kind of activity distasteful and abnormal.
But in addition to the volleyball court hugs Rachel became quite tactile, casually touching Marlene to make a point when talking, or when walking in the school ground. Marlene didn’t hesitate responding. At times it led her to wonder if her friend was sending out signals, but she believed Rachel considered this an innocent part of a normal friendship between two school girls. Whatever she felt about Rachel, Marlene wouldn’t push the boundaries and risk damaging the friendship.
Towards the end of Term Two, Rachel told Marlene her family would be going to the UK for the school holidays. Her father had unexpectedly been left a property in someone’s will, and they were all keen to see it. They’d be away two weeks. Rachel decided to hold a break-up party the last day of term and invited eight friends. She told Marlene the party would end at ten, but around eight o’clock parents of some girls began arriving, and by 8.30 all the other girls had left.
“I’ve got some volleyball photos to show you Marl, before you go home.” Rachel led Marlene upstairs to her bedroom. Rachel’s mother had attended many of their games, clicking away, and Rachel had promised to show them to Marlene. She briefly wondered why Rachel hadn’t also mentioned the photos to two of the other guests, who were members of the team.
They sat on the bed and Rachel placed three packets of photos between them. In her usual way, she touched Marlene on the hand and arm while they looked at each photo, making plenty of complimentary comments about Marlene’s achievements in each game.
“You’re definitely our best player Marl,” the photo showing Marlene hitting a winning shot. “No way Rache. You’re easily the best.” Marlene was happy to get into a friendly argument over this topic of mutual interest.
“No, Marlene, I insist. You are,” and Rachel put her hands on Marlene’s arms to emphasise the point. “No Rachel, I absolutely insist you’re our best player,” and Marlene put her hands onto Rachel’s arms.
From there it was easy for them to wrap their arms around each other and begin hugging, both laughing. Then they loosened their grip, but their arms were still holding. They looked at each other, a look in Rachel’s eyes Marlene hadn’t seen before. She knew Rachel wanted her. The kiss began gently, perhaps it was Rachel’s first, then their tongues touched and played.
Marlene next wondered, as she often had, if Rachel would accept more. But she was in her bedroom, by her design. It was obvious she would. Marlene’s hands were on Rachel’s blouse, unbuttoning it and clasping her breasts.
Rachel groaned into Marlene’s mouth, fighting hard with her tongue. She began undoing Marlene’s buttons. Marlene had no idea how far Rachel would let her go, but she wasn’t going to stop. She gently pushed Rachel away, removed the photos from the bed, turned on the desk lamp and switched off the main light. Back on the bed she resumed their kiss.
Knowing she had an equally keen partner, Rachel wasn’t shy in taking the lead. She quickly removed Marlene’s blouse and bra, then her dress. Marlene did the same to Rachel. In bed under the cover Rachel was straight into exploring Marlene’s body, her panties the final barrier. This was no obstacle to Marlene. She threw off the cover, knelt between Rachel’s legs, pulled off her panties and went down on her. Rachel breathed in sharply and clasped her hands behind Marlene’s head.
It was hardly two minutes before Rachel began gasping uncontrollably, as the orgasm coursed through every vein from the centre of her body and Marlene’s tongue. Breathing heavily she pushed Marlene away, pulled down her panties and set to on her. It took Marlene a couple of minutes longer, but the result was equally momentous.
Afterwards they lay in each other’s arms. For Marlene this had been the ideal outcome of her crush on Rachel, but she was annoyed the consummation hadn’t occurred months earlier. Oh well, we’ll have to make up for lost time, and she smiled to herself. Then Rachel’s mother called from below, announcing Eileen had arrived for Marlene. The girls hurriedly dressed.
“Now I’ve really got something to look forward to when we come back from England,” Rachel said, holding Marlene’s hand as they walked down the stairs. “Me too,” and Marlene squeezed her hand.
But Rachel never did come back. She, her brother and their parents liked the house in England so much they decided to live there permanently. Visas weren’t a problem as Rachel’s grandfather was English. Her father returned to Melbourne to sort out everything at that end, but the rest of the family remained in England.
Marlene knew nothing of this decision until she received a letter from Rachel a few weeks into Term Three. She was upset, especially as she expected to never meet a woman who interested her sexually as much as Rachel. But life had its ups and downs. As a certainty, she wouldn’t be returning to Mac.Rob’s the following year, no matter what objections her mother put up.
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