Working Title: Maria & Nadia
Excerpt from Chapter 17
By Rebecca LaZaro
Maria’s concern travelled southward, fearing their bodies were connected at other points, and she soon understood their arrangement after realising she couldn’t move. Nadia was pinning her down. Their legs had become intertwined. Nadia’s naked thigh pressed down on Maria’s, and a sudden, contracting pang of arousal pushed down the length of Maria’s body. She couldn’t stop the sensation making her skin shiver, Nadia had rolled towards her at some point during the early hours and Maria had, however unintentionally in her sleep, responded by sliding her own leg further under the girl. Not only that, but her hand had also hooked over Nadia’s hip, holding her in. Realising this, Maria let go and lifted it clear of Nadia’s t-shirt where it had slid upwards over her bottom. They were practically joined at the pelvis, at least it felt like it: their skin had stuck fast with heat and sweat and Maria felt another pang create a swell of moisture inside her shorts.
Nadia was definately asleep, she didn’t stir as Maria tried to tug her arm out from under the pillow. She couldn’t, without waking the girl. She pushed the duvet back a little, feeling herself flush with heat and panic. It would be impossible to move her leg without waking Nadia, and as much as she didn’t want Nadia to be witness to this awkward position, Maria didn’t have a choice, she would have to get her to move without delay. In terms of appropriate time to wake a student before a teacher took advantage of her sleepfulness, Maria knew it had already been too long: she should have jumped up straight away, repulsed, ashamed. But, however they had gotten into this embrace, thinking about it wasn’t going to save any moral integrity, she had to get out of it right now.
‘Nadia.’ She said, her voice a hoarse whisper. Nadia breathed on, oblivious.
Nadia!’ Maria repeated, louder, her fear rising with the realisation that Christian could walk in and find them like this. Her heart was beating hard, her skin prickling with sweat and nerves, and all the time a pulsing ache throbbed through the muscles between her legs. She pressed her hand back on Nadia’s hip and urged her backwards with a gentle, but firm drive.
Suddenly awakening to the pressure of Maria’s touch, Nadia’s first instinct was to jolt her knee upwards, her thigh catching Maria’s swollen area and making her buckle. Maria bit her lip and eased her hand down Nadia’s thigh to guide it in the other direction. Nadia finally rolled up, her ample bosom, bra-less under the t-shirt, brushed against Maria’s nipples, naked also, under her vest. Nadia lifted her hand up and off Maria’s body in a tight confusion, her eyes creased with blinks. Focusing on the tattoo on Maria’s shoulder, Nadia breathed in and out a few times, adjusting to reality from whatever dream she’d been rudely yanked from. Maria wondered if she was paralysed with awkwardness, or just taking in her scent.
‘You have to move.’ Maria said in a soft gravel. ‘My arms gone dead.’
Nadia silently lifted her head and let Maria slide her arm out, except, without moving her lower half, Maria couldn’t wriggle out from where Nadia had trapped her.
‘Your leg too.’ Maria nudged Nadia’s thigh with the muscles in her own, to let Nadia know, in her dazed state, which leg had to shift.
Nadia’s breath held suddenly, obviously a little shocked, as she peeled her thigh from Maria’s. Sticky in retreat, Maria wondered if the sensation in Nadia’s thigh was repulsive to her, if the girl was nauseated by waking in such close proximity to her teacher. Nadia rolled onto her back and blinked at the ceiling, her breath halted, then let go.
Maria sat up, arm tingling. ‘I’m really sorry, I don’t know how we ended up like that.’
Nadia’s head tilted toward her on the pillow, her gaze was back to its usual intensity. Maria could feel Nadia’s eyes travelling across the breadth of her shoulders, and her back muscles became tense; she wore nothing but her vest and pants and she had never intended Nadia to see her in such a state of undress. It made her feel cringingly uncomfortable as her arousal ebbed away.
‘I don’t mind…’ Nadia said in a velvety whisper.
Turning gradually, Maria stared down at Nadia’s reclined body laying next to her. The girl looked relaxed, one arm over the pillow stroking her hair, the other resting on her breast; her eyes blinked slowly back at Maria. She struck Maria as quietly beautiful, there in her blue rock t-shirt. They had done nothing, Maria was sure, but it felt like they could have: their hair ruffled and limbs aching to stretch. Maria felt that if she laid back down beside Nadia now, Nadia would lift her arms around Maria’s shoulders and pull her in close to kiss; that’s what it felt like. Maria wondered if she should do it just to see, almost a dare to herself. She had no idea what to make of Nadia’s response: the girl did not seem as disturbed as Maria had been awakening to the clinging tryst. Nadia could be pure of mind, an innocent who thought nothing of it, except the simple pleasure of a warm hug. If Nadia was that naive, then Maria knew she must be some sort of pervert. It made her throat seize up with nausea.
Copyright 2011 Rebecca LaZaro
