The Sleepover
I just got out of the shower with water dripping from every inch of my body, trying to tempt her but to no avail. I walked about covered with a towel only deliberately showing the wet un-towered seducing parts I would hope her eyes would look. The doorbell rang, step by step to the door I go, each step I took was every glance I got. I opened the door, signed for the mail and back into the lion's den I go. Unfortunately, I had to get changed, can't stand around in a towel forever, no matter how many points it gets me. While I was getting changed she walked into the room silently like a thief...suddenly my heart rate increased."Is this it? the day my feelings are reciprocated" I hopefully thought. She stood behind me and bent down, I could feel her hot breath on my neck, this heat spreads through the ins and outs of my body while I just sat on her bed anxiously waiting, heart beating so fast the whole world could hear. She touched my back and said, "let me help you with your zip" by this time I had forgotten the zip of my dress was not done so imagine the humiliation I felt as reality sets in, it was me and my wishfulness again left alone.
Though expectations were destroyed I savoured every touch of her fingertips on my back as she zipped me up and the times when I asked her to kindly put my necklace on for me as "I could not reach". Every chance I am given I take, just to feel closer to her.
Back from our bittersweet girls day out... well bittersweet for me and more sweet for her. The hand holding, the hugging, arms linking, all excruciating for me because every physical contact with her I can't go further. Can't go further than hugging though I rather run my hands through her soft defined back caressing every place I touch... I can't, I can't even finish this thought.
Too tired to even feel the daily heart pain from a repeatedly broken heart, off to sleep I went. I laid face down on her bed. At least her rejuvenating scent is the last thing I'll smell before I sleep and escape to my dreamland of ever requited love. Hours after I opened my eyes there she was next to me, sleeping beauty, all I ever wanted just a meter from me. I reach out across the bed quietly and gently removed her hair from her face while streaming my fingers slowly down to her lips, the lips I can never have, the lips that I wished was mine to kiss, I used my thumb and lightly pressed down on her soft smooth lips. I leaned in close to her bewitching face while breathing heavily, hands started sweating, quivers throughout my body ... I stopped. This was not the kiss I wanted, this was not the kiss of pure passion and affection, a stolen kiss will not make her love me It will only confirm what I already know... She doesn't... at least not in that way.
The bedroom was evidently too hot for me to stay in so I slept on the sofa in the parlour.
In the morning I woke up emotionally drained. That was the worse night for me and by the looks of it, it was about to get even worse. I stood up to make coffee and got blocked by her and the words " we need to talk". I being tired did not have the time for this so I ignored her and tried to escape this barricade but failed and she repeated herself again "we need to talk". I decided to entertain this and asked playfully "what about?" She said, "about last night". My heart felt like it was drowning and all sort of thoughts started popping up, does she know? and if she does, does she hate me now? or am I going to get rejected? As she opened her mouth to carry on I quickly put my hands over her mouth and in a state of panic I said "it's not what you think", she took her hands and used it to calmly remove mine from her mouth and for the third time she said "we need to talk". I began slowly backing away from her, trying to escape the truth, my truth. As I was moving backwards she began moving forward towards me until I was backed up to the wall, we stared intensely into each other eyes but what I saw was not fear or disappointment which confused me because what I saw were eyes that deeply cared for me with a sense of thirst and hunger. Unknowingly "but for who? " I said.
Before I knew it she leaned in, and I and her were involved in a fulfilling kiss of desire wrapped in sadness and releasing pain. The kiss carried on to her bedroom pushing everything in our path away until we were consumed with overflowing passion for each other that even a kiss could not contain. I took off my dress and the necklace and did the same for her. I conveyed with every touch, kiss and breath, to her body the years of longing and torture I felt. While she slowly and gently made her way down my stomach kissing every inch of it, elevating the pleasure I felt each way. Every quiver and excitement I felt was her, all her, it was real, she was real. Her hands nervously reach down my stomach and ...stopped. I stopped it intentionally, though this was all I could ever ask for, I know better than to rush what I have yet to grasp. So I looked at her already lascivious face and said: "we need to talk".
This story It's about the feelings of two friends (girls) in love with each other but none of them knows about each other's feelings so you are free to base the characters on any girlxgirl couple you like. Thank you to all my reviewers for reading.