The good thing about pulling Isabel after her was that Mila didn’t have to show her face. She was sure it was still flushed.

It couldn’t be helped. Isabel had been so aggressive in her kind of way. It was refreshing and different from how Mila’s girl usually acted.

And that slip-up about being eaten didn’t help any.

Furthermore, handholding was… Nice.

But now, Mila had other concerns to attend to. For one, how did talking work again?

It was curious how her tongue worked. It managed to spew the most nauseating lines. But when it came to making small talk, it failed spectacularly.

Mila glanced back to where Isabel’s eyes were curiously turned downwards to…

“Enjoying the show, are we?” Mila could not help herself.

If small talk was not an option, corny lines it was.

“Yeah…” Isabel absentmindedly replied before realising she had been caught. “No, wait! I wanted to say… Your dress is cute?”

“Hmm, I give it seven out of ten as far as excuses go. You could do better.” Mila evaluated.

Pretending to cough, Isabel quickened her step to join Mila’s side. “I didn’t look. I just happened to look down at that moment.”

“Very believable, but it is a worse excuse when compared to the previous one.” Mila enjoyed how Isabel rubbed her fingers against hers.

“That’s harsh,” Isabel mumbled. “Dare I ask how I could have done better?”

“Well,” Mila hummed. “For one, you praised my attire and not me.” She gave Isabel a proud smile, asking for praise.

And the dummy fumbled it.

“But it is a nice dress.”

“Isabel~” Mila did her best to sing her girl’s name. “That’s not what you should have said.”

“What?”

Mila tugged on Isabel’s hand. “Do you need an example?” She let her playful side show.

“Example of what?” Isabel appeared to be guarded, but seeing Mila smile, she relaxed.

Big mistake. Mila’s smile grew wider. She pulled Isabel towards a quieter corner of the street, where people would not bother them and began her assault.

“Why I do say,” Mila’s voice dripped with sweetness. She turned to face Isabel and moved closer until there was only a finger-width of space between them.

A large wooden pole supporting a balcony and a stack of wickerwork covered them, hiding them from the surroundings.

“It happened that I accidentally caught a glimpse of your skin.” Mila didn’t even have to pretend. She had let her eyes linger on Isabel’s low-cut blouse for a tad too long. “And I wanted to apologise.” She felt Isabel’s bothered breath on her skin.

“A-apologise?” Isabal noticed where Mila’s gaze had wandered before.

“Indeed!” Mila took a deep breath of the tantalising scent Isabel carried. It mixed with the perfume she had chosen for the occasion, intoxicating her body. “I was so captivated by your beauty that I lost control of my very being, and it was drawn to your mesmerising figure.”

“Ah,” Isabel fell back and supported herself against the wall.

Mila did not let up. Isabel had invited her, hadn’t she? Well, maybe not exactly. Her body once again was just a moment away from the taller girl.

“I was struck! I was left without a thought in my mind but your irresistible visage!” Mila lifted her hand and rested her palm on Isabel’s cheek, gently caressing it. “I admit I sinned.” She sighed. “My gaze wandered. There is no excuse to give but that I-” Her tongue was moving on her own. “-fell-” She still had time to stop. “-in…” Her eyes met Isabel’s.

Mila stopped. This wasn’t something to tell Isabel jokingly, even if it was the truth. “Hmm, the day is still early. There is no rush.” She smiled wickedly and caught her swaying girl in her arms. “Isabel?”

“S-sorry, give me a moment.” Isabel supported herself on Mila’s shoulders. “M-my knees gave out.” She hurried to explain.

Truthfully, Mila also had trouble staying standing. Now that her arms were on Isabel’s hips, the quivering girl ignited the most intense side of Mila.

“R-right, there is no rush.” Mila tried to not think about the breasts that were right in front of her eyes. Was being short, in this case, a good or a bad thing?

Isabel’s heavy breaths reassured Mila that it was a good thing. Her eyes moved along the slight movements of her girl’s chest as it rose and fell. She felt her palms slide under Isabel’s blazer.

The red blouse did little to conceal the heat Isabel produced. Mila felt how toned Isabel’s midriff was. Her fingers started to slowly explore, wanting to feel more.

“Nngh.” Isabel let out a bothered moan.

And that was the cue for Mila to stop. She restarted her breathing, which had stopped at some point, and let out a nervous laugh. “We should continue at a more intimate place.” Her palms still did not leave Isabel’s body, sliding further down.

Too low. Mila bit her lip.

“Ah!” Isabel’s fingers dug into Mila’s shoulders. She leaned lower and whispered. “Mila…”

The low tone of Isabel’s voice rocked Mila’s body. One of her palms was about to slide under the skirt's waistband.

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“We must stop,” Mila whispered. Isabel’s scent kept messing with her head.

“Mila…”

“Please stop me,” Mila begged. Her other arm glided up Isabel’s back, making it arch.

“M-more…” Isabel wished. Her body pressed closer. She let her arms slide down Mila’s shoulders and grabbed her, pulling into her embrace. “M-more…!” She asked No, demanded!

Mila's face pressed against Isabel’s collarbone. She took in her girl’s closeness. “Isabel, we have to stop.” Her lips lightly brushed against Isabel’s skin. She tasted salty and strangely sweet. “There are people nearby.”

As Mila whispered, her lips took in more of Isabel’s taste. And it was not enough! Her heartbeat matched Isabel’s. Their bodies pressed even closer. She opened her mouth. Her tongue touched the skin and ran up towards Isabel’s neck.

“Ah!” Isabel’s pulled Mila even closer. She squeezed with all her might, trying to join them together. Her trembling grew stronger. “Mila!” She gasped and buried her face in Mila’s crown. “Nngh!”

Mila’s lips kissed Isabel’s neck. Her palm on her girl’s back drew lines on it as she pulled it down, her fingers digging into the skin through the fabric.

The hot, indescribable feeling in the pit of Mila’s stomach asked to be sated. And even lover, more places demanded to be attended to.

“Oh!” Isabel trembled as her breathing hitched. “Ah!” Her hips buckled. “Mila! Mila!” She repeatedly called out.

Mila knew all too well what was happening. She wanted it, too. She wanted it so badly! Her body was so close.

But Isabel was first. Mila’s fingers travelled over Isabel’s sensitive skin, making her gasp and squirm.

And then, Mila leaned a bit back, raising her face to rest her lips against Isabel’s ear. She lightly bit into her girl’s earlobe and-

It was too much for Isabel. “Ahn!” She lost all strength and collapsed on top of Mila while her body shuddered again and again.

And Mila’s body responded. She bit her lips, forcing herself to support Isabel. Her legs wobbled. She wanted more.

This was a mistake.

It felt heavenly.

The scent, the sensation of Isabel’s skin, the taste, the soft moans, the way Isabel called her name - everything! It carried Mila away.

“Hah,” Mila let out a soft breath. Then another one. She wanted Isabel’s touch.

“Mnh!” Isabel lightly bit into Mila’s shoulder.

But Isabel was not in the state to offer any. The girl was still trembling, entirely lost to pleasure. Her arms still held Mila as close as it was possible. She still gasped, heat rolling off of her body.

“Isabel!” Mila blanked out.

—

Mila was cursing a storm inside her mind. She was sitting next to the gate, back at the Obron’s compound, waiting for Isabel.

“So what happened?” Andrew raised a question. He was wisely keeping his distance. “You just left a while ago.”

That was a good question. What happened, indeed! Mila cursed again, and Andrew took a step back.

What happened was that they got carried away. After the… Experience, they had to return to change underwear.

Mila grabbed her head and pulled her hair. What was she thinking? Had she thought at all? “What the hell!” She whispered.

This was the wrong order!

No wait!

They had not kissed, so they were safe, right?

It was just light touching. Nothing over the board. Yes, Mila could work with that.

Expect she had most definitely had an orgasm in the middle of the city just from touching.

Mila groaned.

And so had Isabel.

Another groan.

Mila wanted to punch something. She raised her eyes and looked around to see Andrew, Kefo, and Nordly run away carrying their training weapons.

Maybe there was something else, Mila searched. Nothing. Or at least nothing that deserved it.

“Nooooooo!” She complained to the heavens. Mila wanted to dig a hole and bury herself.

This made things so much worse. Mila still had to tell Isabel she loved her! They had yet to clarify their relationships!

And there was no one to blame but themselves.

Okay, maybe Mila had pushed a bit too far with her flirting.

Perhaps taking Isabel to such a concealed spot was a mistake on her part.

The part where Mila caressed Isabel’s willowy body had maybe been a step too far.

But! But Mila had asked Isabel to stop her!

That’s right! It was Isabel’s fault, too, for being so damn irresistible!

Mila slapped her cheeks. That didn’t work.

In the end, it was Mila who had let loose. She knew Isabel would have trouble resisting.

It's just that…

Mila had thought she could hold herself back when needed.

That had been a mistake.

And once again, the question of just how sexually frustrated Mila was came to the forefront.

Apparently, a lot.

Mila kicked the wall. At least, now she was somewhat clearheaded. And full of regrets.

“Uh, Mila?” Came a shy whisper. Isabel had returned.

“Isabel!” Mila spun around, surprised she had missed her arrival. “Fancy meeting you here!”

Isabel was still bright red. And she was avoiding looking at Mila. “Um, so, what now?”

“We try again!” Mila announced! Something like… Something like…

Something like a mutual orgasm while hiding on a public street wasn’t going to stop Mila!

She had plans!

“I- I see.” Isabel weakly nodded. She shyly peeked at Mila and averted her eyes right after.

“Y-yes, um, we should get moving?” Mila took a couple of stiff steps towards Isabel.

It was so so awkward.

“W-we should.” Isabel agreed.

“Y-your hand?” Mila tried to appear confident.

It didn’t quite work.

“Uh, um, okay, yes.” Isabel extended her arm, which Mila took immediately.

As their fingers intertwined, Mila felt her heartbeat quicken again. She pulled Isabel next to her and slightly pressed against her. “We still have some things to discuss.”

“Um, ab-about, you know, that?” Isabel stammered. “B-b-because…”

“Not that!” Mila interrupted with too much energy, startling Isabel. “That can wait! Yes! Let’s not talk about that now!”

“S-sure, let’s not…” Isabel trailed off, her face turning dreamy.

“Isabel, don’t go there!” Mila scolded. “Now come! Plans await!” She pulled her definitely-about-to-be-her-girlfriend back to the streets.