Grace Opens Up

Grace Opens Up

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Narrator: Meanwhile, back at Azure Rock, that very same storm that chased Logan back to the cabin was a torrential downpour that convinced Grace to stay with Bonnie at Millie's, Bonnie's family coffee and ice cream shop. And what an eye-opener that afternoon was.

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Grace sat in the same chair, looking up at the ceiling, while Bonnie lightly applied a layer of makeup under her eyes. "You know, Gracie... you're lucky your skin is almost the same as mine. There you go Gracie, now your bags are almost invisible." Bonnie checked her work as she started to apply lipgloss on Grace's full lips. "MMmm, I bet your boy won't stop kissing you when he sees your lips like this," Bonnie pretended to shudder. "Even I would."

"He's not my boyfriend," Grace said before she covered her mouth and eyes bulged wide open. 'Frak!' she gasped inside her mind when she realized what she had just said.

Bonnie glanced over at her mother and leaned in to whisper, "Wanna tell me?"

Grace froze, her eyes wide open as she glanced around. She was still nervous about last night's event. She couldn't hack or program her way out of it, and she was at a loss at what to do. On top of everything else, her best friends were all too far away to talk to.

Bonnie realized that it seemed to be a sticky topic for Grace. From what she knew, Grace had never had a boyfriend or anything like that. It made her curious as to what it could be. She hoped it was something juicy, something taboo to make her that nervous. Now she just had to find out what her secret was so she could publish it in TattleRock.

"C'mon," Bonnie whispered, her conspiratorial tone reeling in Grace to follow her "Let's go in the back and you can tell me all about him," she added picking up her makeup kit and inviting Grace to pack-up her laptop..

"But... But!" Grace tried to protest, but she felt helpless as Bonnie took her hand and practically dragged her along. She barely had time to pack up her laptop. As she walked behind the tall, lithe blonde, she wondered how much stranger this weekend would get.

Bonnie led Grace down the hallway to an empty office. "It's my dad's office," Bonnie said as she closed and locked the door. "Don't worry, nobody will barge in," she assured her classmate as they sat down on a plush leather couch. Bonnie eagerly took Grace's hands in her own and leaned in to whisper, "Now tell me all about this mysterious boyfriend-that's-not-your-boyfriend."

Grace hesitated for a moment as they held hands. She hadn't planned on talking about Alex with Bonnie and any other of her classmates. She wanted to talk with Alice or Scarlett, her close friends, but they weren't here and Bonnie was. She looked up at Bonnie's soft, honey-brown eyes that gazed at her with eager curiosity, and at the same time, her smile seemed so open and friendly. She decided to trust Bonnie, even if her constant rambling did try her patience and get a little on her nerves.

Grace took a deep breath and decided to take a chance and open up. "Okay," she sighed softly as she blushed with embarrassment at what she was about to tell the tall blonde, "but don't tell anyone!"

"Oh-I-won't-tell-anyone," Bonnie rushed to say, "Cross-my-heart-and-hope-to-die-and-all-that, I-promise-I-won't-say-a-thing-to-anyone," Bonnie added, her words rushing out like rain outside pouring down from the sky at that moment. Bonnie was almost certain that whatever it was that had Grace this nervous wasn't going to be anything explosive, probably just some boy with a crush on her. 'Hope this is as good as it sounds,' she thought.

To Bonnie, Grace had always seemed like a nerdy version of Chloe's friend, Gavin. Only Grace was a lot more pretty. But what really got to Bonnie that day was the novelty. She almost couldn't contain her hunger for any kind of gossip, especially something that nobody else knew, and she was sure nobody knew much about Grace. 'Probably not even worth publishing in TattleRock,' she thought, but still, she was eager to find out.

"Ok," Grace sighed as she mentally prepared herself to tell her secret, she didn't know why she would confide in Bonnie, someone she barely knew. She guessed she really needed to get this off her chest. "Well, I already told you Vicky asked me to see if I could find anything about Zack and Chloe, and well, that went down a whole other rabbit hole, and I ended up spending the whole day chasing one thing or another with Gavin. You know Gavin, right?" She asked, and Bonnie nodded.

"Well, anyway, it was late last night when I got too tired to keep searching. I was still at my office, at my dad's office." She hesitantly started and saw Bonnie's friendly nod encouraging her to continue, "I was... I was..." She stopped for a moment blushing with embarrassment before she took the plunge. "I was reading erotica on CHYOA." she confessed in a whisper.

"OH, I know that site!" Bonnie whispered back enthusiastically, "They got some pretty good stories, I've seen a couple of authors with some really big-" Bonnie quickly stopped herself from rambling off on a tangent. "Sorry, keep going," she quickly added.

"Anyway," Grace nodded and continued, "I was a bit frustrated that my first chapter wasn't accepted."

'Oh! This is really something juicy!' Bonnie thought as listened to Grace's story. She had never thought of Grace as the kind of girl to be reading erotica, much less writing it. I made her start to wonder what other secret this girl had. She listened to Grace regret that the author had rejected her chapter because it had been too 'clinical' in its description of events. 'Is this what's got her so worried? Doesn't seem worth it. It must be something else.' Bonnie wondered as she nodded, encouraging Grace to continue.

"If you want, I can help you write," Bonnie offered. "I'm pretty good at it."

"Thanks," Grace said with some relief as she remembered that Bonnie was actually one of the best students in their English Lit class.

"Anyway," Grace continues, her face flushed red, "I was reading something and... and..."

"Having a happy time?" Bonnie offered using the phrase her mother had used when talking about the birds and the bees.

"Yeah. Happy Time," Grace giggled with relief at the wording. Her sister had joked about how their mother had also used that phrase a long time ago. Thankfull her mom didn't use it anymore. She was surprised at how easy it seemed to talk with Bonnie. The other girls just seemed to have something that made her feel at ease telling this story. "Well, I was... having some happy time," Grace giggled, and the two girls laughed at the old phrase, "Anyway, I was getting really close when suddenly Alex was there and-"

"WHOA! Wait! What?" Bonnie interrupted Grace. This was such a turn of events that Bonnie just couldn't control herself. Bonnie immediately started firing off questions so fast that Grace could barely keep up with them. "Who's Alex? Alex, that new kid on the baseball team? Or do you mean Alex, the janitor? But what would he be doing at your dad's company? Does he also work at your dad's office? Or is it-"

"-NO! NO! NO!" Grace cut her off. Bonnie quickly shut up and mimed zipping her mouth closed and throwing away the key. Grace huffed in frustration and started to explain. "Alex is... Alex is, Aleksandr Plotkin. He's in charge of the IT department at Smith Industries. He's the guy who taught me everything I know about computers and programming and hacking and all that stuff."

"Oh shit!" Bonnie gasped, getting caught was never good news. "Did he tell your dad?"

"HA! I wish." Grace almost laughed but it came out like a strange cross between a snort and a chuckle.

Bonnie's eyes lit up like never before. This was really something big. Like really BIG. This could even be bigger than some of the rumors she had heard about from the cheer squad. She briefly wondered if it might not be on par with the stories about Hannah Woodsen. "What happened!?" Tell me, tell me!" Bonnie eagerly grasped her hand as she begged Grace to tell her what happened.

For a moment Grace hesitated, unsure if she could trust Bonnie. Could she really trust this girl? 'A bit too late for that.' Grace thought as she realized she had already gone too far in her story to pull back now.

"Promise you won't tell anyone!" Grace insisted and watched Bonnie eagerly nod, "Especially not Alice. I don't want whoever Total BS it to find out and write all about it on TattleRock!"

For a moment, Bonnie froze. Grace was talking about her articles in TattleRock. She was Total BS, it was her moniker on TattleRock. It was a play on words that she had. BS was short for Bull Shit but it was also her initials, Bonnie Schmidt. It was her way of hiding in plain sight. 'Might have to pass this to someone else.' she thought as she tried to remember everything Grace was telling her.

Bonnie saw the anguished and distraught look on Grace's face. It reminded her of the look on Chloe's face when others were making fun of her friend. She guessed the reasons were completely different, but the anguish was the same. Just like she had tried to help Chloe back then, she felt that she had to help Grace now.

"I promise," Bonnie said softly, and she surprised herself that she really meant it. She squeezed Grace's hand again, reassuring her classmate that she really meant it.

"Ok, thanks," Grace whispered, and she quickly and softly told Bonnie what had happened last night. "I... I was reading one of the stories, a sex chapter," Grace said, almost embarrassed to say it. "It was getting pretty hot between the two characters-"

"-Which story?" Bonnie interrupted, her mischievous tone made it clear that she was also interested in what Grace had been reading.

"It was The Afterparty," Grace said.

"Oh, that's a good one if you're into that," Bonnie cooed.

"But I also read a few others," she added, "mostly teen stories."

"Those are my favorites too," Bonnie agreed with Grace. "So what happened?" she hurried to add.

Well," Grace continued, "it was getting pretty hot between the two characters. The guy was licking the girl's vagina, and..." Grace paused for a moment and saw that Bonnie seemed eager to hear the rest, and so she continued telling what happened. "Anyway, I started, touching my, my..."

"Yeah," Bonnie said, encouraging her to continue.

"My cunt?" Grace said hesitantly before she continued, "But I couldn't feel much because I was wearing jeans." She watched Bonnie who nodded, understanding what she had been going through. "So I pulled down my jeans so I could rub one out while I read the story."

"Oh yeah," Bonnie agreed with Grace. "That's much better." Both girls shared a knowing smile before Grace continued.

"I was rubbing my cunt, while I was reading, and just when the girl was telling the guy he was going to make her cum and... and then Alex showed up!"

"NO!" Bonnie said wide eyed in surprise, "What did he do!?" Bonnie gripped her hands, eagerly begging her to continue.

Grace started to feel much more confident and at ease with Bonnie. It was a relief to be able to tell this without feeling like she was being scrutinized. "You won't believe what he did." Grace leaned in and whispered, "He grabbed my panties and jeans, pulled them to my knees, and... and he started licking my cunt!"

"REALLY!" Bonnie squealed and shook with expectation, "He went straight for it? What did he do? How did it feel? Tell me!"

"He started licking me up and down with his tongue," Grace said as she started to relive the moments. "And then he picked me up and put me on my desk."

"Wow! Did he start fucking you?" Bonnie asked, and she started to feel a familiar warmth between her legs. This was so much more exciting than what she had originally thought it would be. 'Damm! Who would have thought Grace with and older guy!'

"No," Grace said. "He kept licking my cunt and it felt really good, it was just on the outside," she explained as she started to wish it was happening again. "But it felt really really GOOD!"

"MMmm" Bonnie hummed in agreement. "Oh, you lucky girl!" she added as she started to press her thighs together as she also remembered the first time her ex-boyfriend had licked her pussy.

"You know, I think I asked him for more," Grace giggled, and Bonnie quickly joined in laughing. "cause then, then he started putting a finger inside me, and it felt even better."

"Wow!" Bonnie said as she pressed her thighs together, trying to keep her pussy from leaking and getting her panties wet. "Then what did he do?"

"I thought he was going to, you know, penetrate me," Grace said feeling her own pussy empty and wishing it was all happening again. She was a bit unsure how to tell her story, how to describe not only what Alex had done to her, but how she had felt. "He put fin finger in me but then he pulled his finger out and..." She hesitated for a moment, the memories seem come back like a dream and she wished it was real again. The girls leaned closer, and Grace whispered, "And then, he put his finger in my bum."

Bonnie's eyes went wide open in surprise. "No way!" she hissed in a whisper. "That's... that's sooo kinky?" The tall blonde watched Grace blush and bite her lips.

"It is," Grace said, a mix of surprise and a little bit of pride seemed to find its way in her voice. The memory of his fingers and his tongue wasn't just making her pussy wet and slippery, she also felt her butt pulse in anticipation.

"How was it?" Bonnie asked with real curiosity, "Does it hurt? Does it feel good?". She tried to keep calm, but under her flowing skirt, she tried to rub her thighs to get some friction. 'This is so not what I expected from Grace,' Bonnie thought to herself, 'but its so hot.'

Grace scrunched up her face as she pondered the question, "It felt weird... it hurt a bit, like, it burned a little but, it also felt weird, like not bad weird but kinda good weird..." she said, trying to remember exactly how it had felt and finding that she couldn't remember much, but she knew it had must have felt really good at some point because it had made her cum. "Oh, and he kept licking my cunt," Grace added as she remembered that detail, "That was really hot".

Bonnie shook her head. 'I got to tell her to stop using that word,' she thought to herself, 'It's too crass for a sweet girl like her', which only reminded herself of how much her own cunt needed attention 'Pussy! It's pussy' she corrected herself. "Did he make you cum? Did he stick it in?" Bonnie asked. It wasn't the first time she had heard her friends give out details like this, but there was something about the almost innocent way Grace was telling the story that made it so hot.

"No, he didn't," Grace said, a tinge or remorse in her tone. "Or he did?" She saw the confused expression on Bonnie's face and went into some more detail. "I, I kinda had an orgasm with his fingers in my bum and his tongue on my cunt," she said, and she saw Bonnie's eyes light up with delight. "Kinda a big one," she added giggling, almost embarrassed to say it.

"Oh, you're a kinky one!" Bonnie gushed and she laughed along with Grace, "What else?" She asked, her hand creeping to get at her own needy pussy but frustrated by the long skirt she was wearing.

"Well," Grace continued. "Then he stood up and put his... prick?" she asked, looking up at Bonnie.

"Dick," Bonnie corrected her.

"Yeah, he put his dick in my mouth, and all this warm sticky stuff started to fill my mouth," Grace said.

"Did you swallow or spit?" Bonnie eagerly asked as she felt her breath begin to get short and uneven. 'Shit! I really need to get laid,' she thought as she remembered how long it had been. A really long time.

"I swallowed it. I didn't know what else to do with it." Grace said, her face scrunched up with confusion before she asked, Bonnie "Did I do right?"

Bonnie shrugged. "I think so. I think most guys's like it if you swallow," she said, "but it's okay to spit it out if you don't like the taste." she add, "At least that's what my friends say."

"It was... okay, I guess," Grace shrugged. The two blondes were silent for a moment before Grace added, "And that was it. He sent me home and said he would talk to me on Monday."

Grace paused for a moment as the weight of the events sank in again, her uneasy spirit finally catching up to her current dilemma. "And now I'm his mistress, and I don't know what to do." Grace said with a frown. She really didn't know what all of this meant for her. It wasn't how she expected to start her sexual life. She had always thought it would be with someone who was about her age. Maybe in high school, probably in collage.

Bonnie felt a sudden pang of guilt in her gut. She could see that this was something that really confused Grace. It was something that went over her head. All of the sudden, it wasn't fun to write about this for TattleRock. Or even to tell it to someone else.

"Maybe," Bonnie started to say before she paused for a moment, not sure if it was right for her to say it. "Maybe you shouldn't look at it as being his mistress..." She offered, "Maybe look at it like he's teaching you something new? Something... so... so you're ready when you get a real boyfriend?" Bonnie said with an uncertain frown.

"Maybe," Grace said. She wasn't sure about it. It didn't look like Bonnie was sure either, but at least it was something. Something to go on. "It's something to think about."

The two blonde classmates sat there holding hands, thinking about what was the right thing to do. Grace was confused about everything, and Bonnie could see Grace was pretty naive about relationships even if she was smart as hell. She wanted to help her, but wasn't sure how, or even if, she should.

"Hey," Bonnie offered after a few moments, "Want me to help you with that chapter? Get your mind off Alex for a while?"