Dedicated Photography Students

Relationships are all about boundaries. In risqué relationships, a lot of these boundaries revolve around sex and where and when it can and is appropriate to be done. Gemma and I had two strict rules about our relationship; no sex at her place while family was home, and under no circumstances - no sex at school. It's funny how often passion can overcome our sense of what is right and what can be right now.


One week later...

In year 11 after a photography class, Gemma and I stayed behind in the darkroom to make some extra prints. I love photography, I always have. I would spend endless lunchtimes or recesses frantically making test strip upon test trip, trying to get the perfect print. Photography was a real passion. As was Gemma...
Gemma was standing over near the running water tank as I slipped my print into the developer. I took a few steps towards her, bearing a massive grin. She looked at me uneasily, then smirked. I took another two steps forward, our bodies barely seperated, our lips almost meeting.
"I thought you didn't want to do anything at school?" She smiled. Witty comebacks were never my forte, so instead I abruptly pushed my lips onto hers. I could feel her almost fall apart on the spot with lust. I pressed my breasts against her chest and brushed my stomach with hers. As I locked onto her lips, I raised my hand and laid it gently on her side, dragging it lightly down to her waist. I could feel her breath on my cheek getting shorter. Instinctively I pushed my pelvis into hers, tugging at her hips. I could feel her warmth radiating from below her skirt onto me. I badly wanted to slide my hand up her thigh but held myself back. I didn't care to get busted wrist deep in my girlfriend in a Catholic school.
After what seemed like an eternity and a just a fleeting moment all in one, we parted. She gave me a wink of approval and I strutted back to the developer trays as I moved my print to the stop bath.


-Endrin-