Chapter 1:
What was it that Paige had said? 'We all know what team you really play for'. Emily thought about the nasty comments Paige had made all day. She thought about them through lunch and she felt her blood boil. She thought about them during class and nearly messed her experiment up. She even thought about them on her way home and during dinner. Nothing had ever gotten under Emily's skin like that before and she couldn't figure out why.
The other girl was right, Emily was gay. And the whole town probably knew by now. Maybe not her coach, but she really didn't feel like it was something she needed to share with her. It wasn't like she was hiding her sexuality...was it? She hated the power the other girl had over her. To make her waste her days questioning her own self? No one should be able to influence her that much.
Even Alison didn't have that effect on her. Whenever she made one of her sly digs, Emily'd just brush it off because at the time it felt like harmless ribbing. I mean, she felt anxious that it might lead to more direct accusations but the subject would change and everything would be fine again. Emily would meekly swallow another bitter pill and everyone would move on.
So Emily was baffled why this stranger could just turn her life upside down like that with a couple of words. 'what team you really play for'? She'd love to show her. In bed that night she imagined shoving her against the locker and showing her exactly what team she played for. She'd slam her against that locker and before the other girl even had a chance to react she'd shut her up with a kiss. Emily bet she'd like that. Emily's never had any complaints about her kissing before. Though her kiss with Alison was tame and her kisses with Maya were desperate and needy, silently begging for something she later acknowledged to be 'understanding'. The kiss she would bestow Paige with would be forceful. Forceful and rough. It'd be a sin. A punishment. She'd show her in the worst way.
She'd push her up against the lockers and she'd kiss her stupid, pretty face right on the mouth, and she'd reach out and put her hands on either side of her, blocking her in. Paige wouldn't know what hit her. She supposed she'd pull back and Paige would just stare at her, stunned. She'd imagine the other girl staring blankly as Emily reached for her bag, slammed her locker door shut and walked away. She also imagined that she might react violently and push her back. If she did though Emily would just hold her own and continue to kiss her. She'd kiss her into submission. And if that didn't work she'd have to square up. She could imagine them wrestling in the locker rooms, messy hair, clothes askew, red faced and ripping into one another and in the heat of the moment, Emily would settle on top of Paige and the other girl would try and shrug her off using her pelvis and she would grind down on her and... wait, what? No, no no no no. There would be no grinding, this was not a seedy nightclub or a porno.
Emily tried to brush that thought out of her head but all she could imagine was Paige's face. If Emily ground down on her, what would she do? Emily didn't know what the other girl would do and realistically she thinks she would recoil but a part of her, no matter how small or large or wet, decided she'd like it if she moaned. She could see her now, trying her damnedest to suppress a moan. Emily would grind down and Paige would whimper. She would grind again and again, almost in rhythm and the other girl's eyes would roll into the back of her head. Little 'oh's and 'ah's would slip out and her hands wouldn't be trying so hard to push her away anymore.
Emily would feel Paige's hands settle on her hips tentatively. She'd look down and see this look of wanton desperation on the other girl. If she could see herself, she'd see that same look echoed in her eyes. She'd bend down and peck the other girl on the lips only this time, she wouldn't push away. She'd feel soft hands wrap around her neck, fingertips reach around the back, pulling her in. She felt a tingle at the back of her neck as she imagined it. Before she knew it, Emily had rolled onto her front and her pelvis had begun simulating the assault. She felt her body rolling back and forth as she continued fantasizing. She'd follow the peck up with a deeper kiss, then trail a series of kisses down the short haired girl's exposed neck. She'd find her pulse point there and suckle, feeling the vibrations of the moan that would escape from the other girl's lips. And all the while she will be grinding.
Emily felt frustrated. Not because of her fantasy but because of reality. She needed to make contact with something but there was nobody there. Sighing she lifted a pillow and wedged it between her legs, continuing her ministrations.
She imagined kissing down the other girl's shoulder, all the way to her bra strap. Sliding her middle finger underneath she'd sweep the offending strip of fabric out of the way and progress down her body, laying sweet, gentle kisses down like breadcrumbs. The moment she'd reach her breast she'd hear the other girl gasp.
There'd be no time for caution as she'd slowly tug both bra and top down, revealing the beautiful mounds underneath, all the time making eye contact with Paige, feeling her breathing become shallower through the decreased rising and sinking of her chest. Starring down, hungrily, like the big bad wolf and seeing those cherry-kissed peaks, Emily would cup first one, then both of Paige's breasts and feel the other girl arch her back towards her impulsively, giving in to temptation. She would feel their weight in both her hands and begin stroking and caressing her newfound treasures before diving down and taking each other them in her mouth.
She felt herself get wetter as she imagined swirling her tongue around the little buds and sucking them into her mouth. She'd suckle and lick one as she would rub and stroke and pinch and pull the other and her left hand would travel south and loop around behind her back and grab at her ass, pulling them closer together. Close would not be close enough for those two. She'd grind and stroke and lick and suck and switch and do it all again and then she'd let her other fingers travel down to live across the road from their cousins, cupping Paige's other cheek. She'd grab those cheeks and squeeze as she ground down and feel a shudder from bellow her. When she'd finished sucking she'd pull herself back up to admire her handiwork. She'd look down and see a trail of saliva connecting the brunette's naked breasts and she'd catch her looking wantonly up at her, a flower ready for defiling. How whorish she would look, with her red cheeks and her breasts out on display like that. 'God she'd be so fucking perfect' thought Emily as the thoughts of ravishing her teammate continued flowing through her head. She wanted to see her reach this state of arousal just once before she died. She had to see if it was even possible for someone so tightly wound.
And yet as indecent as she may look she still retained a semblance of innocence. Like she's completely baffled that she would ever respond this way. Part of her wanted to make her suffer. She wanted to make her beg. So as much as it pained her she'd cease her ministrations. She'd look into those hazy brown eyes and try not to lose herself. She'd inquire with the trailing of her fingers to her waistband and a cheeky quirk of her eyebrow. She wouldn't dare degrade the integrity of the situation with a smirk but she would nod her head up in a silent question and Paige would re-capture her lips while she nodded her assent.
No words would be exchanged, the whole affair shall be silent. Paige's cries will be muffled by Emily's mouth as she plunges her hand down her pants and starts feeling around the most private parts of the other girl. She'll cup her mound and feel her sigh underneath her and press up with her pelvis, angling herself just so in order to provide her clit some friction. She'll slip her index and her middle finger between the lips and coat them with her juices and then she'll feel around until she finds her clit and ever-so-gently begin massaging her. The "oh"s will grow more intense. Emily will feel the girl starting to shake underneath her, sweating, her body on fire.
She'll apply more pressure to her strokes and feel the girl beneath her whimper, just a few increments of force away from release. Paige will be gasping and moaning into her mouth as she meets her movements with her hips, hands on Emily's back, gingerly pulling her in, afraid that too much pressure might break the spell and scare Emily off like a woodland creature...a water nymph. Soon enough the delectable duet will come to a crescendo as she presses down on her engorged clit and swirls her finger around a couple of times, just before the girl beneath her clenches down and shudders.
Emily hadn't noticed when she'd begun to touch herself along with her fantasy of touching Paige. She wasn't aware of it until she herself started shaking to the visual of Paige coming undone. She squeezed her eyes shut and dreamed of what she wanted.
She wanted to be inside her. She wanted Paige inside her. She wanted to feel the other girl wrap around her, wanted to feel the heat coming from her body, kiss her mouth, her face, her neck, her shoulders, every part of her. She wanted to taste her saliva and her sweat and the way she tasted between her legs. She wanted to hear her shudder and moan and pant. To hear her breath catch and hear her call out her name. She wanted to hear her voice get husky and she wanted to know what words she'd cry out.
Would she call out to Jesus or call out to her? Would she swear or be pious? Would she be loud or would she be quiet. What did her body smell like? What shampoo or conditioner lent its scent to her hair. She wanted to tangle it. To fist it in her hand and pull her head back that way, allowing access to her front and her neck and her breasts. God, what shape would they be in? What colour were her nipples? Would she shudder as she came? Would she scream? Tense up? Pass out? She wanted to know so much. But it didn't matter. She wouldn't dare to ask the questions that were pestering her. She couldn't. She wouldn't get an answer anyway.
When her shakes and shivers subsided she pulled the blanket over herself and wiped the tears from her eyes with her sleeve. She looked at her right hand and found it was drenched. She wanted to wash it but she was downright exhausted, so, she just fell asleep, resigned to wake up early and strip her bed, throwing the bedding in the washing machine before she left the house for her morning run, wanting to erase every last memory of her dream of Paige. As she drifted off though, a proud smile gracing her face, the last coherent thought she remembered having was how she totally showed Paige -in her dream at least- what team she really played for.