The Prefect, Part Eight & Nine
Part Eight
No! No, no, no.
Surely Kaitlyn couldn’t be serious. For starters, Elise wasn’t into girls. And, almost more importantly, she could get into serious trouble if anyone in the university’s administration found out about something like that.
Elise needed to keep her cool. “Miss Kaitlyn . . .” she began. But what could the hesitant blonde say? She literally just said she wouldn’t complain or make a fuss. Would talking about the inappropriate nature of the task count as complaining? Furthermore, when it came to things that were inappropriate, Elise already crossed numerous lines. ‘Hanging out’ in a first-year’s private room. Presenting herself in such a revealing way. Letting this disrespectful red haired girl swap the way they both addressed each other.
“Elise, relax,” Kaitlyn giggled, “I didn’t say ‘make out.’ Just a simple kiss. There’s no harm in that, is there?”
Elise hesitated. Was she that transparent? Kaitlyn clarified the inappropriate task before she even asked. And, once again, made it seem like none of this was a big deal. If Elise argued now, she would seem like the boring, stuck-up girl this first-years thought she was. “. . . Just a peck . . .?” Elise asked. She needed to be sure.
“Exactly.” Kaitlyn nodded. “And remember, Elise, you also get to choose the girl you want to kiss.”
The blonde prefect couldn’t help but blush at that last phrase, nor could the other two girls help but giggle. Kaitlyn added the detail like she was doing Elise a favor. Now wasn’t the time to protest against the implications the redhead’s casual words had. Elise had more important details to worry about. “No pictures. And no videos,” she insisted. She was still a prefect, and needed to maintain at least a little bit of authority. And discretion, for that matter.
“Elise, we haven’t used our phones once since you arrived, have we?” Kaitlyn pointed out.
Looking back, Elise realized that Kaitlyn was telling the truth. Not only had the girls not taken any pictures or videos, they hadn’t even had their phones out to text or scroll through social media. Unless they had been sneaky about it. No, Elise wouldn’t entertain that idea.
Phones . . . Kaitlyn had her phone! How had she not realized it until now? ‘No, it’s fine,’ Elise told herself. Her phone was safely tucked into her blazer pocket. Aside from stacking her outfit pieces into a messy pile that would surely wrinkle them, no one had messed with her clothes since she changed into Annie’s uniform.
“Okay, fine.” Elise relented. “One quick peck.”
“Good girl,” Kaitlyn smiled. “Well, Elise? Which girl do you want to kiss? Remember to answer properly.”
That’s right. Answering ‘properly.’ Up until now, it had been fine. A little embarrassing, but fine. But now, the question was set up in a way that the answer would sound bad no matter what. Even worse, she was in too deep to argue against that particular rule. After all, she had played along with it so far.
Setting that thought aside, there was still the actual question to contend with. Which girl would she kiss?
Elise nervously glanced around the room. Kaitlyn was out of the question. Obviously. Caroline was the most quiet of the three. Elise barely knew the girl, even after her rounds as a prefect. Annie . . . was honestly the safest choice. The short brunette was eager to play along with Kaitlyn’s games, but not in a malicious way. But, while the least painful of the three options, Annie almost felt more inappropriate, considering how innocent the girl appeared. Or did her height and cheerful demeanor just make her appear as such? These girls were all the same age; all eighteen or nineteen. Elise’s perception of Annie could be totally off.
Wait . . . were any of these first-years into girls? That would complicate something even as simple as a quick peck. Or would it? After all, this was just a group of amused girls having fun at her expense. The kiss wouldn’t mean anything. Ugh, she was overthinking and taking too long! Elise could practically feel Kaitlyn preparing to chastise her for taking too long to reply.
“Umm . . .” Elise hesitated. She decided to go with her gut. It was just a peck. She just needed to stop thinking and get it over with. “I want to kiss Annie, Miss Kaitlyn . . .”
Part Nine
Elise immediately felt the heat rise to her face. She could not believe she just said those words out loud. But it was already done. Or so she thought.
“Umm, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. Suddenly sounding a little confused. “Why are you telling me . . .?” No, the confusion was an act. Elise could hear the bossy tone, along with the hint of amusement. “Tell Annie what you want, Elise. And say it properly, or it might end up being more than a peck!”
At those words, Elise internally gasped. A quick peck felt wrong enough already. Anything longer than that was . . .
The flustered, blushing prefect couldn’t help but feel nervous about what Kaitlyn was suggesting. She didn’t even stop to think about how unreasonable or unrealistic the ‘threat’ was. Elise was a prefect. Never in a million years would she do something so inappropriate with a younger student. But the smirking red haired first-year made it sound like it was a very real possibility. If anything, Kaitlyn presented the threat like it would be Elise’s fault if it happened.
So Elise turned her attention to the short brunette sitting on the bed. And she said the words before she could talk herself out of it. “I want to kiss you, Annie.” She could feel her blush darkening at the more direct phrase.
“Okay!” Annie exclaimed. The eager girl was quick to hop up from the bed, joining Elise in the middle of the room. “Soooo how should we do this? Where should I put my hands?” Annie asked.
Elise could see the subtle nervousness in the shorter girl’s eyes. Now that the kiss was actually about to happen, the bubbly girl looked a little hesitant. The idea itself must have seemed fun to her, but Annie clearly hadn’t thought about the physical execution beyond jumping up to get things started.
“Annie, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Elise said. Taking on that prefect role. And low key trying to get out of the kiss herself as an added bonus.
“How about you put your hands on her hips, Annie?” Kaitlyn suggested. Not forcing or pressuring her peer, but giving her guidance that seemed to supersede Elise’s words. “Would you like that, Elise?”
Damn. Another question she needed to answer ‘properly.’ Kaitlyn was clearly content to both drag this out and make it as awkward as possible for her. “Yes, Miss Kaitlyn. I’d like that,” Elise said. The redhead was quick to correct her. This was about Annie, after all. So Elise directed her attention to the short brunette before her, slightly adjusting her words. “I’d like your hands on my hips, Annie.”
Now that Kaitlyn was suggesting it and Elise was asking for it (albeit at the whim of Kaitlyn), Annie was more eager to play along. She gently rested her hands on Elise’s hips, facing the still lightly blushing prefect. At another one of Kaitlyn’s ‘suggestions,’ Elise reluctantly placed her own hands on Annie’s sides, resting just below the girl’s small breasts. Careful to stay at least a full inch away from the base of the bra that was faintly outlined under the girl’s white blouse. As innocent and appropriate as she could manage in her current predicament.
“Ready, Elise?” Kaitlyn asked. She seemed happy to lead this awkward encounter from the comfort of her desk chair, “Remind Annie one more time, will you? What do you want, Elise?”
Elise knew what she had to say. It was infinitely more difficult now that the brunette was standing so close, looking up at her with those excited yet nervous eyes. “I want to kiss you, Annie.”
“Okay . . .” Annie quietly replied. Softly smiling. Her deep blue eyes meeting Elise's emerald greens. Obviously waiting for further instructions, or maybe for Elise to make a move.
When Kaitlyn didn’t speak up again, Elise decided she needed to take charge. It was the only way to stop this from taking even longer. “Close your eyes, Annie,” Elise said. Realizing her words might have sounded mildly flirty, she quickly added “please” to sound a little more proper.
The brunette first-year did as Elise said, her eyes flickering closed. The blonde prefect kept her attention wholly on the short girl now patiently and quietly waiting for a kiss. Not out of any interest or desire, but more in an effort to not accidentally glance up at the smirking redhead beyond her.
Bracing herself for the inevitable, Elise took a deep breath, managing to keep her focus on Annie’s face. The lips she would be aiming for. Just do it, Elise told herself. Demanded of herself. She needed to stop stalling and just get it over with. The hesitant prefect took one more calming breath. And then, without allowing herself another second of doubt, Elise closed her own eyes and leaned in to kiss Annie.