Learning to Write

Learning to Write

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Grace's mind played with the idea for a moment. Bonnie was right, it would take her mind off Alex for a while, 'Maybe let my subconscious mind work on it?' she thought. It was something she did when she was stuck on some problem.

"You sure it's no problem?" Grace asked, offering Bonnie a way out even if she really wanted some help and the distraction.

"Sure!" Bonnie said with an exaggerated shrug, "Not like we're going to get a whole lot of clients with this rain."

"Okay," Grace said with relief as she felt some of the tension leave her body. As she set up her laptop on the coffee table, a new, more familiar tension started to creep into her. What would Bonnie think about her secret hobby of erotic literature and what she had written? 'At least she said she's read stories on the site,' Grace said to herself, trying to ease her mind.

Bonnie pressed her legs together as she watched Grace start up the laptop. She wanted to run off to the bathroom and rub out a quickie, but that would have been rude. She took a few slow, deep breaths and tried to calm her desire.

Grace finally had her browser open to the site and the draft of her chapter for Bonnie to see. She felt a little embarrassed to be showing this, this window into her private life.

Bonnie dragged a chair over and leaned into Grace to look over her shoulder at the small screen. Grace felt Bonnie lean into her, an arm wrapping around her shoulder as the blonde settled behind her, she felt Bonnie's breast press into her back and her chin rest on her shoulder.

'Oh dear!' Bonnie thought as she quickly scanned what Grace had written and quickly saw what the author had meant about it being too 'clinical.' Some of the sentences looked like short instructions.

** His penis entered her moist mouth. **

** Her vagina stretched to accommodate his girth. **

** She let out a moan. **

Fortunately, most of it wasn't like this, and yet there was still something missing in her story. 'Yeah, Grace needs to put more emotion into it.' Bonnie thought and wondered how to say it without hurting her feelings.

"What do you think?" Grace asked after a few hesitant moments.

"It looks ok," Bonnie said as she tried to think of a way to explain it to her, "but you got to put some more emotion into the story. You got to show what they are feeling, and show what they are thinking."

"That 'Show, Don't Tell' stuff?" Grace asked.

"Yeah, that helps," Bonnie agreed with her. "Try imagining how you would feel in that situation," she offered.

"But," Grace paused for a moment, "But how can I do that?" she asked.

Bonnie could almost see the gears turning inside Grace's mind, and she had an idea, "How about you try to write something, but do it as if you were one of the characters. Maybe that can help?" she offered.

"Ok, so first-person POV?" Grace said, not really convinced that it would work. She saw Bonnie nod in agreement, and she started typing again, taking the first-person point of view.

** I was there, looking up at his grey eyes. They seemed to stare right back at me, **

"Much better," Bonnie said, encouraging Grace to keep writing, "But you got to get into character, write what they are feeling and thinking," she added. 'This is going to be a long afternoon,' Bonnie thought, but still, what else was there to do? It was clear that Grace really had no real experience with any of this beyond what she read on a computer screen. An idea struck her. 'Let's see...'

"I have an idea," Bonnie said as she gently placed her hand on Grace's bare knee.

Grace kept typing when she suddenly felt Bonnie's hand hesitantly brush the skin on her knee for a moment before settling more firmly. "Bonnie?" She asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Keep writing, but imagine that my hand is that guy's hand," Bonnie said, lifting her chin as if to point at the screen. "Write what you feel and think. Remember, you have to get into character. Imagine that it's you."

"Ok, I'll give it a try," Grace said as she concentrated on the screen, her fingers curling above the keyboard as if preparing to strike. 'Just like she said, imagine you are that girl and Bonnie is that guy,' she thought, but it seemed too weird, 'That hand belongs to that guy,' she told herself more convincingly. She took a deep breath, and her fingers started to dance across the keyboard. There was a reason she was known as 'Keystroke'.

** I felt her, er his, HIS hand on my knee, I wondered what his intentions were. I swallowed nervously, unsure of where this was going. What was going to happen, but I also felt curiosity. This was something I always wanted to know what it felt like. **

Bonnie raised an eyebrow as her eyes followed the flowing text appearing on the screen. She started gently caressing Grace's knee, teasing the edge of her pleated shorts.

** I felt his hand slowly drift up to the edge of my shorts, I felt my chest tighten, I almost stopped breathing when he pushed the hem higher up my leg. I wondered how far up my leg he would go. Was he going to grab my cunt? Straight away? **

"Don't use cunt, use pussy," Bonnie whispered into Grace's ear. "Sluts have cunts. Nice girls like us, we have pussy." She saw Grace stiffen for a moment before she nodded and kept writing.

** Was he going to grab my pussy? Straight away? **

Grace corrected and kept typing. Bonnie kept her fingers dancing lightly over Grace's leg, teasing her to see what she would write.

** His hand slides across my leg and between my thighs. I feel like it's an electric current, it tingles across my skin. It feels nice and frustrating, so frustrating. **

Bonnie stifled a grin as she gave Grace a sideways glance as the blonde's fingers kept dancing over the keyboard.

** His other hand slides across my waist. I can feel his chest on my back, it feels warm, almost hot as he rests his chin on my shoulder. I wonder if he is glancing down at my chest, can he see... see... Does he have a down blouse view? **

Grace quickly glanced down at her t-shirt and felt a brief relief at the fact that she couldn't see her own heaving cleavage. Her eyes went back to the screen in front of her and kept typing.

** He tugs at my t-shirt, pulling it out from where I tucked it into my shorts. My shorts! His other hand is creeping up my leg to my pussy.**

Bonnie's eyes are wide open as she reads the text. Grace had started to write her own story, and Bonnie found herself doing what Grace is typing on the screen. She quickly wrapped her free hand around Grace's waist as she tried to keep up with her instructions on the screen. She tugged at her T-shirt and started to caress her legs higher, bunching up the soft fabric of Grace's pleated shorts between her legs.

"Don't forget to write how you feel," Bonnie whispered into Grace's ear as she reminded her.

** I felt hot, I needed to breathe, my skin needed to breathe. I wanted to squirm in his arms, to get his hand near my pussy so he can scratch my itch. **

Bonnie slid her hand up to Grace's crotch, she could feel the heat coming from between her legs. She shifted on the couch behind Grace, her legs on either side of her classmate's waist as he pressed herself against Grace's back and hips. Her hand reaches Grace's crotch and feels her thighs trap her hand.

** I close my legs, I don't want him to take his hand away, but I want him to move them and touch me. I feel his other hand on my stomach teasing my belly and my shorts. My shorts! My shorts feel so tight.**

Bonnie follows the instructions, her hand drifts across Grace's stomach while she nudges her thighs apart and traces the zipper with her fingers. She can hear Grace sigh in short breaths and a soft moan escapes her lips, almost like a kitten's meow.

**I can feel her unbutton my shorts, it feels, not tight, good. Is she going to touch me? I hope so. Do I? But she's a girl, and... am I a lesbian? **

"Remember. This is just a story, your story. We're not lesbians, we're both straight," Bonnie reassures Grace even as her hand dips beneath Grace's panties and her finger traces her wet slit. Grace gasps, her eyes wide open as she looks down at the other girl's hand sliding between her legs, "I'm just following your instructions, Keep writing, it's really hot." Bonnie added and saw Grace nod in agreement. 'This is so hot' she thought, never imagining she would actually be in a situation like this outside of a sorority pledge.

** My cunt... my pussy, it feels so good, I want her finger, more. Her other hand is on my belly it feels so hot I want it to do something. I want it to-** She gasps in surprise ** -She's grabbing my tit! She's grabbing my tit! **

Bonnie catches on that Grace has flipped the character from male to female but she still follows the instructions and tries to anticipate her next instruction. She hurried to grab Grace's tits, pushing her bra up to cup her soft mound.

Grace tilted her head and closed her eyes but still, she kept typing away on autopilot.

** Oh god, her hands feel so good on my pussy and my tits, I feel so hot but I want to, I want, closer. She's pressing her hips against me. It feels hot, she feels hot. I can feel her breath on my neck, it feels hot, Will she kiss me? I want- **

Grace gasped as Bonnie tenderly kissed her neck while she rubbed Grace's slit and massaged her soft breast. This was almost too much for her. She hadn't noticed she was humping Grace till she saw it written on the screen. 'Damm fucking dress!' she cursed the long dress that got in the way.

** I can feel it! It's coming! Oh, Frak! Frak! It's coming!" **

Bonnie felt Grace's body stiffen in her arms as the young blonde's orgasm reached its breaking point. She felt Grace's body shudder as it finally seemed to burst through and flow throughout her body. She felt her own need aching for attention as she tried to press her crotch against Grace's hips. Bonnie noticed that she was also brushing her legs against Grace's. 'Oh shit!' she thought. She had never thought she would be so carried away. 'I really need to get laid!'

Grace finally came down from her high and was suddenly aware of her surroundings. Both girls quickly untangled themselves and straightened their clothes. They traded bashful looks, uncertain of what to say. It seemed like a sudden tension had sprung up between them.

"That was," Grace started to say before she stopped.

"Yeah, it was," Bonnie agreed. "It kinda got... more than I expected."

"Yeah," Grace agreed bashfully.

"See," Bonnie said, "That's what you want to do when you write, make it seem real."

"Too real," Grace said, and both girls giggled and felt the awkward tension between them leave.