Dalton Academy for Girls had a whole-school assembly every Wednesday during the second-to-last period of the day. On the whole, the assemblies generally consisted of a few announcements, some speeches from various members of the faculty, sometimes a stern telling off from the headmistress, and occasionally one or two awkward musical performances from the more talented students. The assemblies were notorious for being incredibly boring, and most girls brought pens and surreptitiously played naughts and crosses on a notebook, or in the absence of paper, one and other’s thighs. Some took the opportunity to catch up on homework or reading, and the more daring attempted to sleep without being caught by the teachers slowly patrolling the aisles, keeping order.

Blaine had thought of a better way to pass the time, however. Her girlfriend Kay was sitting next to her on her right, next to the wall. They were in the back of the assembly hall – the back row, in fact – an area informally reserved for the upperclassmen. It was a prime seating location, far away from teachers, where you could get away with the most without getting caught.

In the first few minutes of the assembly, while the headmistress was running through general notices, Blaine had put her hand affectionately on Kay’s knee, sliding just under where her folded blazer was sitting. After a few minutes of just resting it there, Blaine stared to move her thumb in slow, light circles – an action that Kay probably thought was absentminded, but in reality, it was anything but.

The headmistress finished up her announcements, and handed over the podium to the school’s head coach, who was about to run through all of the sporting teams’ accomplishments for the week. Although Dalton was generally a more academic and musically focussed school, sporting achievements were also held in high esteem, and this portion of the assembly generally took some time. For those students who had no stake or interest in sports whatsoever, like Blaine and Kay, this part was particularly boring. Usually.

Blaine’s thumb stilled, and Kay was saddened for a moment, thinking that Blaine had realised what she was doing and stopped, not wanting to be inappropriate. But soon enough, all four of Blaine’s fingertips began to move, slowly stroking the skin just a few inches above Kay’s knee. They moved up and down Kay’s skin, almost so light it was almost tickling, but just hard enough that Kay had stopped even trying to pay attention to the gym teacher’s droning words.

As the minutes wore on, and Blaine’s fingers kept stroking, but in the same position. Kay became more and more frustrated. Silently she willed Blaine’s fingers to move further up her leg, somewhere else entirely, as that low simmering heat began to pool in her lower body. Her entire body was becoming more sensitive, aware of every single sensation that would normally go unnoticed. Kay now noticed the fabric of her skirt shift slightly over the legs, the warmth of her blazer in her lap, the slipperiness of the leather of her armrests as she gripped them. Her hearing had also changed – she could no longer make out the words of the teacher talking at the front of the hall, who sounded a million miles away. Instead she could hear her own breathing, mostly steady, but occasionally hitching. She could hear the faint sound of Blaine’s hand moving against the wool of her skirt, of Blaine’s breathing next to her, of the rustle of Blaine’s sweater sleeve against the end of her armrest.

To Kay’s relief, but also further frustration, Blaine inched her hand up her thigh, over half way now, and, more importantly, inwards. Kay shifted in her seat slightly, spreading her legs just a fraction more, allowing Blaine – if she was generous enough – better access. With satisfaction, Kay heard Blaine’s breathing change slightly at the implicit permission being granted. At least she wasn’t the only one enjoying this.

But Blaine was still a tease, as always. Her hand stayed in the same place, her fingers playing lightly across Kay’s inner thigh, sometimes rubbing, but sometimes stroking out some silent melody that only she could hear. Blaine alternated from moving all her finger tips in time, to rippling them, one at a time tracing across Kay’s sensitive skin. Slowly, but surely, though, her fingers were inching their way upwards.

When Blaine used her fingernails, just lightly, but enough, Kay couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. The girl sitting in front of them turned around momentarily, and Kay ensured her eyes were staring straight ahead. Her blazer covered Blaine’s hand for the most part, and only if someone was looking hard would they see what was going on.

Kay hadn’t turned to look at Blaine this entire time, but she knew Blaine so well she could picture the small smirk she knew was playing at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. Kay couldn’t turn to look at Blaine, because if she did she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from kissing her girlfriend senseless, assembly be damned. She was already close to grabbing Blaine’s hand and pushing it upwards, to be touched at last, where she was desperate to be touched.

Instead, she settled for readjusting her blazer, spreading it further across her lap - so any movement made by Blaine would be hidden – and shamelessly spreading her legs further apart, practically begging, without words, for Blaine to give her relief and just fucking touch her already.

But Blaine was cruel, and moved her hand slightly upwards, so it was bare inches away from Kay’s underwear, but stopped just short. She was now rubbing her against the soft, warm skin, at the very top of Kay’s inner thigh, her fingers moving in tiny circles, moving so very close, and then further away again. Kay let out a frustrated sigh, almost silently, and tried to shift downwards in her chair, to bring herself of Blaine’s fingers, rather than wait for Blaine.

Blaine stilled instantly, and kept her hand stationary for a full minute, as if warning Kay to stay still, to not rush things. Kay wanted to cry with frustration, to grab Blaine and drag her out of that stupid assembly hall, to push her up against the first wall she could find, to grab her stupid, teasing hand, to pull up her own skirt and pull down her panties, to push Blaine’s fingers into herself and just ride her hand until she finally came.

But just picturing it was making it worse, so much worse, so Kay tried to pay attention to assembly, to focus on something else. All she could really tell was that someone new was talking, possibly a school captain, before her mind snapped back to her own frustration and the fact that her underwear was getting damper by the second, and Blaine didn’t seem sympathetic to her problem.

Just as Kay was contemplating excusing herself so she could race to the bathroom and finish herself off, Blaine’s hand started up again. It was less than half an inch from the edge of her underwear, and Kay held her breath as Blaine moved closer and closer, her knuckles practically turning white as they gripped her armrests.

Slowly, but surely, and carefully, the very time of Blaine’s index finger hooked under the hem of Kay’s underwear, just at the very top of her inner thigh, so very close to her clit and exactly where she needed to be touched, but not quite there.

Kay could barely breathe as she was sure this was it, she was about to get relief, and she let her head loll back against the back of her chair. She no longer really cared if anyone could see, or hear, or what they would think. All that existed in the world was Blaine’s hand and the heat and tension slowly growing in her underwear.

Blaine didn’t touch her, though. The top joint of her fingertip was firmly holding into the side of Kay’s underwear, and slowly she slid it up and down, holding it slightly away from Kay. The sudden coolness of the air nearly broke Kay, because at this point any change, any new feeling was good, but this wasn’t good enough. She tried to focus on the way the soft material of her underwear as barely, almost imperceivably rubbing against her clit, giving her no satisfaction at all but still, it was something.

Then – the bell rang out loudly, shattering Kay’s stupor, bringing her out of her own private world, and she suddenly became aware of what was happening on stage. The headmistress was dismissing them, and everyone was starting to stand up, and leave.

Blaine pulled her hand away, suddenly, letting Kay’s underwear snap back against her. Kay shivered, the flurry of movement around her not doing anything to dampen her arousal. She needed Blaine, soon, as soon as possible, and that evidently wasn’t going to change.

She turned, for the first time since this had started, to look at Blaine. Kay expected to see Blaine looking evil, amused, or entertained – but she wasn’t. Her curly hair framed her flushed face, her lips red and parted, and her eyes were wide and slightly crazed. She looked as if she needed this as much as Kay, if that was possible.

“Blaine...” Kay said, quietly, although she was unlikely to be heard over the sound of hundreds of students charging out of the room, talking and laughing loudly.

“Kay, I – I want you. I need you. I need to taste you, I need to touch you, I just – “ Blaine said, quietly but forcefully, her eyes flickering between Kay’s own eyes, and her lips. “My room, please, can we?”

What a fucking stupid question, Kay thought, before grabbing Blaine’s hand and dragging her with an unprecedented speed towards her dorm room.

Fortunately the students’ rooms weren’t too far away. The minutes spent walking, quickly, towards Blaine’s room were spent planning how they’d explain their absence in their final classes, which they were supposed to be arriving at just then. It didn’t matter, though - they’d figure that out later, after, as this was far more important.

Blaine opened her door, and let out of a sigh of relief when she saw her roommate was nowhere to be soon – most likely in class, along with everyone else who hadn’t spent the last forty minutes teasing or being teased relentlessly.

Wordlessly, wantonly, Kay walked straight towards Blaine’s bed, stopping only momentarily to kick off her shoes, before lying down on her back, giving Blaine a look that conveyed exactly how much she needed her, and now.

Blaine moved over to the bed, but the foot of the bed, and sat down on the very end, placing one hand on each of Kay’s legs, just below the knee. It was far, very far, from where Kay wanted them to be, but she’d take anything at this point, so she rested her head back against the pillow and waited.

Blaine was kinder this time, far less teasing, and when she began to move her hands, it was nowhere near the snail’s pace she’d used before. Instead she ran her fingers in long, looping trails, up and down Kay’s thighs, sometimes tracing slowly up the inside of her thighs, stopping just before the juncture, sometimes running her palms all the way back down the tops or outer side of her girlfriend’s legs. Kay sighed and tried to push her hips up towards Blaine’s touch, to manoeuvre herself closer, but Blaine wasn’t relenting, just yet.

Soon enough, Blaine flipped Kay’s skirt upwards, out of the way, revealing her pale legs to her eyes and the cold air of the room. Kay shivered, not really out of cold, but more out of anticipation. Blaine stopped her movements for a moment, to look down at her girlfriend, her body laid out in front of Blaine, to be touched, teased, pleasured, however Blaine wanted. The power almost made her dizzy, and the thoughts of what she could – what she would – do to Kay didn’t help.

In one swift movement, she looped her hands around the sides of Kay’s underwear, and pulled them down. Then, Kay was there, just there, her legs having fallen open, her lower half bare. Kay was normally shy about this, preferring the lights to be lower, for Blaine to not look right at her when her legs were spread, like this, so naked and exposed. But she was too far gone for that.

Blaine trailed her fingers upward Kay’s thighs, and Kay wanted to cry, not sure she could take any more teasing. But this time she didn’t stop, her hands only coming to rest on the bottom of each of Kay’s hips. She paused for a second, before using her thumbs to gently open Kay up, exposing her swollen clit. Blaine was momentarily shocked at how wet Kay was, before she shifted herself so she was lying between her legs, her face bare inches away.

From here, she could smell Kay, that scent that was just girl, that she had smelt once and known she would never, ever get sick of. And that other scent that was Kay, the sexiest thing she’d ever smelt, that she’d become addicted to. She looked at Kay for a second, at the way she was shivering under her touch, gently squirming, as if her whole body was shouting touch me, touch me, PLEASE.

So touch her she did. Blaine slowly, carefully, extended her tongue and moved her head forward to place one soft, but determined, lick against Kay’s clit.

That single lick, single touch, sent a jolt of electricity throughout Kay’s body, more powerful than any other single touch she’d felt before. She let out a cry, louder than she’d expected, and her hips jerked involuntarily up against Blaine. But Blaine’s hands held her down, held her steady and in place, and all Kay could do was lie there and wait for Blaine to touch her again.

Blaine let her tongue stay there for a moment, just tasting Kay, basking in the knowledge of what she was doing to her, before gently licking up and down, not even an inch, not even hard, but just enough to elicit another loud moan from Kay. Encouraged, she lapped slightly faster, but still with only a small amount of pressure, because she wanted this to last.

Kay had no such ideas. She’d been in such a state of sexual frustration for what must be close to an hour by now that she just wanted – needed – to come, to get satisfaction and relief. The tiny licks that Blaine was making was not enough, nowhere near enough, and she tried to say so, but all that came out was, “more, please, just – more.”

Blaine relented, pushing the flat of her tongue harder against Kay, but holding it still, feeling the pulsing of blood in Kay’s clit against her tongue. After a second, she moved her face upwards, allowing her tongue to drag against Kay, who gasped loudly. As the very tip of her tongue flicked over Kay, she moved her head back down, to repeat the motion. It was slow, though, too slow to be anything other than teasing, and she knew Kay needed more. Blaine moved her right hand from Kay’s hip, bringing her thumb down to gently tease at Kay’s clit, rubbing it in slow circles. Her tongue now free, she licked slowly downwards, wriggling it up and down, trying to taste as much of Kay as possible, before she finally – finally – reached Kay’s entrance. She hardened her tongue, and licked around the edge of her entrance, not yet breaching her, but knowing that the teasing was at least bearable, as she was still stroking at Kay’s clit, providing some relief.

Kay was practically intoxicated by the feeling of her neglected clit being stimulated properly, finally, but the moment that Blaine started teasing at her entrance, she realised she needed more – she needed to feel Blaine inside her, to be fucked. As if a mind reader, Blaine finally relented and pushed her tongue inside Kay as far as it would go. The sudden feeling of fullness – no matter how small – elicited a moan from Kay, and a thrust downwards, desperate for more of Blaine’s tongue, even though she knew that was all Blaine could give her. Blaine’s thumb started to stroke more firmly, sensing Kay’s distress, as her tongue fucked in and out of her, flicking a little as she pulled out.

“Blaine, please, please, I need – I need your fingers, just – more,” Kay said, panting now, her voice high and needy.

Blaine allowed herself a few more thrusts with her tongue, languishing in the taste and feel of Kay around her, before she moved her mouth back up to Kay’s clit. She began to lap at it with an increased enthusiasm, sensing Kay’s desperation.

The soft wetness of Blaine’s tongue as it returned to Kay’s clit felt incredible, especially as it was harder, more determined than before. But the moment that Kay felt Blaine’s finger slide down her slit to her entrance, she could barely stop herself from pushing downwards and just fucking herself onto Blaine’s fingers. Gently, as if Kay wasn’t desperate for it, Blaine slid one finger inside Kay. Kay could feel how easily it went in, and she knew she must be absolutely soaking down there, but she didn’t even care. Normally she’d care about how she felt or tasted or looked but now, all she needed was Blaine’s fingers inside her. The slow, gentle thrusting that Blaine started with wasn’t enough, not even coupled with the flicks of Blaine’s tongue of her clit. Even as Blaine increased in speed, it wasn’t what Kay needed – she needed more fingers, to feel full, completely.

Blaine seemed to sense this need, so she added a second finger, and gently crooked them as she slid them in and out, making sure she hit Kay’s g-spot on every stroke. That first touch to the sensitive place made Kay gasp out something that sounded like “Blaine” but could have been gibberish. Blaine pushed herself closer to Kay, so she could push her fingers in further, harder, and lick at her clit with a feverish intensity. She knew Kay’s body well by now, having mentally mapped out every part of it, every reaction, every like and desire, and she knew Kay was getting closer. It was the way her hips were beginning to shake, the way her gasps had turned into groans, and the way she was balling up the sheets in her hands. Kay’s head was pushed back against the pillow, her neck extended, her eyes clenched shut.

Kay could no longer tell the specifics of what Blaine was doing, how many fingers she using, the exact motion of her tongue, because it was all becoming one hazy, intense feeling of mounting tension, as she knew she was approaching her orgasm. She willed Blaine to thrust harder, faster, to bring her over the edge, to bring her world tumbling down. Her thigh muscles were clenching, her toes pointing straight out, her hips gyrating involuntarily, as she moved against Blaine’s hand and mouth, in a perfect, messy rhythm.

Then, Blaine pulled Kay’s clit into her mouth, and sucked it, not hard, but it was enough that her entire clit was surrounded with this wonderful pressure and heat, and the moment that Blaine licked her, inside her mouth, Kay’s world fell apart. She felt as if everything collapsed into one tiny space, denser than the densest black hole, and everything was still, silent, frozen. Then it exploded, light flashing behind her eyes, the world expanding out at light speed, and she felt everything, in every particle of her body, as her body was wracked with spasms, her cry coming out clear and high and broken.

Blaine felt the ring of muscles inside Kay tighten around her fingers, clenching once, twice, three times, as Kay arched up off the bed, letting out the sexiest sound Blaine had ever heard. It was all Blaine could do to not be distracted, to stop and lean back and watch Kay at her most beautiful, but she knew she couldn’t stop now, in the middle, so she gently continued to tongue at Kay’s clit, slowing as she knew Kay was becoming more sensitive.

Soon enough, Kay stopped shaking, her back slowly straightening out again, her hips falling back against the bed. Her moans were replaced by heavy breathing, panting, really. Her hands released the bed sheets, and her whole body relaxed.

Blaine slowly slid her fingers out of Kay, and shifted up the bed to lie next to her girlfriend. She wasn’t expecting Kay to grab her, by the cheeks, and kiss her, hard, on her lips, her tongue invading her mouth.

Kay could taste herself on Blaine, and maybe a few months ago she would have found that gross, or weird, but now it was just sexy. She kissed Blaine, harder than she usually would, with a strange reckless abandon she rarely afforded herself. Blaine was reciprocating, her hands coming up to hold the back of Kay’s head, as the kiss shifted into a slower, more sensual kiss.

Blaine pulled away to look at her girlfriend, her high cheekbones coloured pink, her whole face covered in a glisten of sweat, her hair more messed up than she’d ever seen it before. “Good?” she prompted, although she knew the answer.

“Amazing,” Kay breathed, her words warm against Blaine’s face.

“Good.” Blaine said.

“Now, your turn,” Kay said. “Don’t worry – I’m not going to tease you for an hour and a half. I’m not evil.”