Tracey tried not to be nervous as they made their way to the greenhouse and was only partially successful. What was going to happen when they got there? Did Sara even know what two girls did together other than kiss? The idea that she would do anything more than kiss was scandalous. She never would have considered such things with a boy, but then again she never wanted to do such things with boys.
“You are? What are you growing?” she asked with keen interest. Tracey did pretty well at herbology, but she was usually in her own little world. Her thoughts were always on what she could do with anything she managed to smuggle out to brew into something surly illegal by the school rules, if not the ministry’s statutes.
Once inside, Tracey cast her eyes about the greenhouse. It did seem to be empty. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blooming flower she recognized. The buds had a use, but not the flower itself. Deftly, she plucked one of the violet blooms and held it behind her back.
“Here we are,” Tracey agreed a little breathily. Through her white school blouse, her arousal was made evident by her nipples that had hardened atop her breasts. The kiss took her breath away. Kissing Sara back wantonly, her tongue sought Sara’s to brush against it hoping to lure it deep into her mouth.
Her arms moved to wrap around Sara’s back as Tracey clung to her desperately, still afraid in the back of her mind that Sara might realize how bad of an idea this was and bolt for the door.
Kissing her for a long time, Tracey shivered at the feel of their wet lips sliding over each other. When the kiss finally broke, Tracey looked at Sara with a bit of awe. Smiling sweetly and shyly, she took the flower she had hidden away and held it up to Sara to give it to her.