Ariel

Yawning loudly, I flick through my Art portfolio. Four hours sleep, a shit ton of coffee and Kayla helping to focus me means twenty hours later I've finally planned what I'm doing for my final art piece. It's chaotic, complicated and I'm still not entirely sure it will work which means it represents the topic 'Inside My Mind' perfectly.

"It looks amazing and the final piece will look amazing too," Kayla says from behind me. She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my shoulder to look at my portfolio.

"Thank you." I lean back into her and she kisses my neck.

I love this. Not, that I love Kayla, it's still too early. But I love this; the way our bodies fit together and her touch causes a ripple of excitement to run through me, the way she's so at ease when it's just us.

"And thank you for staying over and keeping me focused," I add.

"I told you I'd be your personal cheerleader."

"I always wanted a cheerleader girlfriend," I joke, turning to face her.

Kayla rolls her eyes, kisses me and murmurs against my lips, "When is your mum back with the twins?"

"Why? Are you preparing yourself to act like I repulse you?" I meant it as a joke; often when the joke has an element of truth it's not funny. Kayla doesn't find it funny.

She pulls away. "I don't act like you repulse me. I told you this is between-"

"Me and you and it's no one else's business. Yeah, I know." I cross my arms and huff. "Thing is, it kind of feels like that's just an excuse for you to not tell anyone about us."

Kayla shakes her head but she lacks conviction.

"Kayla, I'm happy to wait for you to be more ready or sure or whatever you need to be but I'm not going to lie and say it doesn't annoy me that you're embarrassed by us. I want to tell everyone you're unavailable and with me."

"It's easier for you, El-"

I laugh dryly. "How is it easier for me?"

"You're mum is accepting of you and everything you do. She's pleased you're gay."

I shake my head. "She's not pleased I'm gay just like she wouldn't be pleased if I said I wasn't gay. She simply doesn't care because who I'm with sexually has no indication on me as a person. She doesn't care who I fuck as long as I'm a decent person."

"Exactly, but my parents don't say stuff like that."

"Are you parents homophobic?"

"I don't think so."

"So what are you scared of?"

"Everything," Kayla chokes out and slumps on the edge of my bed.

Fuck, I feel bad. Sitting next to her, I wrap my arms around her.

"You make it look so easy and everyone just accepts you for you."

"No, they don't. People still call me names, some give me looks of disgust but I've learnt to ignore them because their opinions don't matter." I lean back to look at Kayla. "I don't want to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with. Wait until you're ready but when you are, I'm here for you." Brushing my lips against hers, I can taste her salty tears.

"Thank you, El," Kayla whispers.

I smile. "Want to watch a film? Or we could make some food? Or take a nap? Or something else?"

"Something else." Kayla brushes her lips against mine as she plays with the strap of my cami top and bra. "Have you ever gone further than kissing?"

"Not much. Have you?" I say softly as she slowly rolls the straps down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps.

Kayla chuckles against my lips. "You're my first kiss, what do you think?"

"You don't need to kiss to do everything else." I smirk and run my tongue along her lips. I can't believe how good she tastes.

She opens her mouth and our tongues meet as she continues to pull my straps down exposing me. Her breathing is heavy as she cups my breast and runs a thumb over my nipple. I arch into her hand, whimpering slightly.

"Feels like the perfect mouthful," Kayla whispers against my lips. "But I think I should check properly."

"Fuck, yes."

Kayla kisses me then slowly moves her mouth to my right breast while pulling down the straps on the other side. I lean back as her mouth moves to my left breast while she plays with the other nipple. I moan as a throbbing builds up inside me. I really wish I could orgasm from nipple stimulation. I'm so envious of those people.

I pull Kayla up towards me and our mouths mould together. Breaking the kiss briefly, I pull her top off and remove her bra. She looks awkward and slightly shy which makes me feel really fucking special because I don't imagine she would trust many people to see her like this.

My hands travel over her soft breasts followed by my mouth and she grinds against me. Fuck, I'm so turned on. Rolling us onto our sides, I kiss her deeply as my hand runs down her breasts and along her stomach.

Kayla tenses slightly and I stop. Tilting my head back, I say, "Tell me when it's too much and I'll stop immediately. I never want to push you. I'd be happy with kissing you forever."

Kayla looks down. "What if I'm bad at it?"

"I don't think anyone can be bad if they're willing to find out what the other person enjoys." I run my fingers along her bare skin. "So why don't we both make a promise to tell each other what feels good?"

Kayla nods and her lips press against mine. I undo her jeans and slip my fingers under her underwear. Kayla moans against my mouth and her hand dips beneath my waistband.

Kayla may not be ready to tell everyone about us but at least she's comfortable to be herself with me. And right now, I have to accept this no matter how wrong it is. She shouldn't feel the need to hide. Kayla is perfect just the way she is.

Author's Notes

My Wattpad is playing up and isn't always saving. I lost the whole of this chapter and had to rewrite it. Fuck my life!

I both hate and love writing sexual parts because I want it to be realistic (orgasms don't always come easy for everyone) but I also don't want it to be boring. Hopefully, it's ok.

Also, I've realised all my characters always move on from kissing to more really quickly... what do you think the norm is?
In my social circle it really varied from they met that day to months.