Lessons in Lesbianism - 16 (Patreon)

Well Earned Bliss

Heading to their separate rooms at the end of the night left Olivia understanding why Jessica had needed to be shooed away by teachers every class. Parting from Eliza’s side was simply sorrow. Nothing sweet about it.

They also had no classes together on Thursday, which made the whole process worse. Her mind was not very focused on the classes she did have, which probably wasn’t the best for her marks. Still it was only one day for the semester. She was pretty sure she’d learn to handle only a few hours without Eliza soon enough.

Of course, Eliza had fencing class, which meant they couldn’t spend time together as soon as Olivia was free. Though, on the other hand, it meant she got to watch Eliza fencing. The tall and handsome woman made sure to take her helmet off while running through drills, knowing that she had an audience to show off to. Olivia couldn’t be mad at the small fan club gathered in the bleachers, her girlfriend was simply that dashing. How could she blame them?

Wait.

Girlfriend.

Her girlfriend.

That was a phrase that brought her such joy to think about.

She needed to say it out loud as soon as possible. To get that joy out into the world. Both the joy of Eliza being her girlfriend and yet, also, the idea of having a girlfriend was thrilling in general. A concept she’d not let herself think about since she started realising she was a girl. It was simply so much more joyful to think about than saying she had a boyfriend had ever felt.

When the teacher called the class, Olivia hopped to her feet and hurried over to Eliza’s side, hadding her her towel and water bottle.

“You seem enthusiastic,” Eliza said, though her tone was gentle and loving. A simple (and, perhaps, joyful) observation rather than any sort of cutting remark.

“I’m just so happy to have a girlfriend to do nice things for,” Olivia replied, wearing a wide smile.

“Ah, well, it’s appreciated, but don’t try to do everything for me… I want some opportunities to be chivalrous to you.” With that, Eliza then leaned in and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Having that happen in front of everyone turned Olivia’s cheeks incandescent. She could only stammer for a few moments, while Eliza drank a bit more water.

“Well, what do you say we blow this popsicle stand?”

Olivia blinked, taking a moment to process that Eliza had actually said that. How was she so dashing and yet also so dorky? “I…”

“My place or yours?” Eliza added.

“Well… we can decide as we go, since we do live in the same building,” Olivia said.

“Good point,” Eliza replied, nodding genuinely.

With that, they set off towards the residence buildings. They were soon holding hands, Olivia not quite able to recall who had initiated that. All she knew was that it was thrilling and she didn’t want to let go.

In the end, they went to Eliza’s room (after Olivia dropped her jacket and shoes off in her own room). Eliza’s roommate had an evening class, which meant they had the room alone. It was only after she’d sat on Eliza’s bed that she realised just what being alone in her girlfriend’s room might mean, and found her cheeks growing hot.

“I—um… how long is it until your roommate gets back?”

“Oh, Rebecca’s class goes until 7pm, it just started,” Eliza said, hanging up her jacket.

“Ah,” Olivia said, growing even more flustered and nodding stiffly to herself.

That meant… they were going to… Eliza was probably looking forward to that, right? She was a forward and modern woman. And her sexual needs had been why she’d ended up with Jessica for a while anyhow. So, really, it was something Olivia should have thought about sooner. An obvious outcome of them starting to date.

“Are, um… are you ok?” Eliza asked.

“Hm!?” Olivia squeaked.

“You seem like you’re hyperventilate-y and you’re turning an impressive shade of red… and we haven’t even started anything,” Eliza said.

“Oh. Uh—that… I… we can… I’m just nervous!”

The taller woman nodded slowly. “I can tell that… would you rather we play some games? I’ve got some racing games on my Gamestation. Or we can watch something?”

“B—but don’t you… don’t you…” Olivia mumbled, trailing off as she felt that actually saying the word would make her nervousness seem so much more demanding and old fashioned.

“Not if you’re not comfortable. Plus, um,” Eliza started, before blushing slightly herself. “I’m a little nervous too. It’ll be different than I’m used to… though I definitely get that it’s worse on you. If you really do want to wait until after getting surgery, we can do that.”

“I don’t want to make you wait that long,” Olivia said, eyes widening with a mix of fear and guilt.

That would be dooming their relationship, wouldn’t it? Could she really expect Eliza to wait that long for something as basic to a relationship as sex?

“I don’t want to make you do something you’ll hate and regret, just to try to make me happy,” Eliza replied. “Not having sex is mildly disappointing for me, but if actually sleeping together is dysphoria inducing for you then that balances out to be worse for the two of us than not doing it.”

“I…” Olivia began to say, before becoming rather too frazzled to thing of anything else.

Instead she leaned in and hugged Eliza, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ into the taller woman’s shoulder.

-

In the end they wound up watching some movies while cuddling. Eliza did pull out some remarkably powerful puppy eyes to negotiate being allowed to use Olivia’s chest as a pillow at one point. The power of her puppy dog eyes surprising Olivia, all things considered. It was likely a waste of her abilities, however, as Olivia was more than happy to offer. Well, apart from being self conscious about how little ‘cushioning’ there was to be found on her chest.

Eliza seemed quite content, however.

-

The next morning, in dance class, Jessica proved reasonably professional. She glared daggers at both of them, especially Olivia, but she didn’t do anything. Asking to be assigned a new partner would be time consuming, and she probably also saw that as letting Olivia win a total victory. Perhaps she would change her mind in time, but for now spite was keeping her in dancing with Eliza.

Miss Applewood had almost certainly noticed something was up, but was not intervening as long as she could ignore it.

-

When the 31st rolled around the entire school was awash with blacks and oranges to celebrate Halloween. There had been a slow increase in decorations in the weeks after Thanksgiving, but the day off proved far more excited a celebration that Olivia had prepared for.

She had worried about looking foolish when Kala had talked her into wearing her costume to class, but she found that the majority of the students were dressed up. Some of the costumes were truly impressive, homemade and involving armour or complex makeup. It was probably on par with cosplay at a convention. Some of it may have been outfits designed for conventions, if Olivia thought about what many of her classmates were like.

All things considered, she felt under-costumed with her store bought dress and the two small stuffed dragons that had come with it. At the very least, she wondered if she should have worn contacts instead of her glasses. Especially in her second class of the day, when the girl beside her was wearing a facsimile of some sort of video game sci-fi power armour that was deeply impressive. There were even little LED lights on it.

-

The dining hall was exceptionally energetic, the culinary staff having gone out of their way to make interesting and festively appropriate food. Cupcakes were adorned with skulls and spiders made of frosting. There was candy to spare. Molten cakes were oozing with red cherry sauces. Food colouring had turned some of the pizzas purple.

It was all a bit exciting, though some of the results didn’t strike Olivia as the most appetizing.

“Don’t worry about hurrying,” Kala said. “The party isn’t until 8pm.”

“I know… I’m not hurrying. I just want to see everything,” Olivia replied. “They really had fun.”

“Mhm. Definitely not the healthiest day of the year, but, hey. We were going to get the Freshmen Fifteen anyway,” Kala said, laughing.

As much as there was to see, it still didn’t take long to pick out their meals and then head off into the main eating area. Walking out, Olivia was thrilled to spot Eliza with a cluster of other girls from their pod. She did her best to drag Kala over (while balancing her own tray of food), a few of the stageboys pulling up chairs for them at a now crowded table.

“I see you two didn’t coordinate your costumes in the slightest,” Laura said with a smirk.

“We weren’t even dating when I bought mine,” Olivia muttered.

“Mine was picked out before the school year started,” Eliza added.

Nodding, Olivia gave her a cone over. The grey makeup on the top half of her face and post apocalyptic fashion sense was all rather distinctive, but there was one slight issue with the costume.

“Wasn’t she missing an arm in the movie?” Olivia asked.

“Well, yeah. But I didn’t have the budget to make that work, so I figured I’d just wear this funky steampunk glove-thing I found,” Eliza replied.

“I suppose it gets the point across well enough,” Olivia said with a nod, “and probably beats my package bought costume.”

“The little dragons are cute, though.” Eliza said, patting the one sitting on Olivia’s shoulder.

“I thought so too. I think I’m going to keep them. Still have a while to go on rebuilding my stuffed animal collection.”

The rest of dinner was dominated by discussions of other’s Halloween costumes. Some of the girls at the table had put not insignificant effort into their outfits. They also commented on some of the more impressive costumes at nearby tables.

Just as Olivia was finishing up there was some drama when a girl two tables over spilled soup on her rather impressive costume of Chain from the Legend of Olga. A mad dash of paper towels, soap, and stain removers followed.

-

Olivia’s pod was hosting the party she and Eliza were attending. There was music, slightly more people than the fire safety rules probably recommended, impressive amounts of snacks, and even more impressive amounts of alcohol. With all of that going on, and so many people unrecognisable behind masks and makeup, Olivia decided to stick as close to Eliza as possible. Which was fairly easy, with Eliza being the tallest person there, and Oliva being in the top five or so for height. Even on the rare occasions they were separated, it wasn’t hard to find their ways back to one another.

One thing she had to admit was that, seeing numerous stageboys dressed as dashingly as they could manage and and many other girls dressed rather scandalously, she had absolutely no doubt left in her sexuality. It was all leaving her a little flustered.

Still, none of them could compare to Eliza in her eyes.

To her surprise, it seemed that Eliza had little interest in anyone else either. After just long enough at the party to seem politely sociable, and with sugar, caffeine, and possibly a little bit of some other substances they weren’t legally meant to consume yet, the pair hurried upstairs. They slipped into Eliza’s room, Olivia a giggly mess.

And then, well… and then Eliza took the lead.

It was amazing, while also being more gender affirming than Olivia had ever imagined possible. Eliza knew how to make a girl happy, and, apparently that meant she knew how to make Olivia happy in a way that left her feeling like a girl. She didn’t understand how she was gaining feminine joy from that body part, but she was certain that she was.

When they finally finished, Olivia all but melted against Eliza’s side, full of a joy and freedom she’d not felt before.

“We should do that again,” she mumbled.

“We should,” Eliza replied, in a similarly soft and joyous tone. “That was neat.”

Olivia blinked, before turning up to stare at her. “Neat? That’s the word you use?”

“I… well… it was wonderful, but the way it was different from other girls I’ve been with was neat?”

“… you’re a dork. ‘Neat’. Really. There are so many ways to describe things, and you use ‘neat’,” Olivia said, shaking her head, before leaning up and kissing Eliza’s lips. “I’m glad you’re my dork.”

Eliza replied with a large and adorable grin that affirmed her ‘dork’ status. Exactly as Olivia had hoped she would.