The bright flash of the ringing screen startled me from my slumber.
"Hello?" I grumbled
"Wake that ass up, you promised me a duvet day today!" I completed forgot about that, Lexa was supposed to come round today and I was not in the mood.
"I'm awake, I'm awake, what time is it?" I rolled over onto my stomach, cradling the phone between the pillow and my ear.
"it's almost 1! I've been knocking on the door for almost 15 minutes!" She was far too loud this morning.
"I put the spare key under the mat after you used it last time, why didn't you check there?" this isn't like lexa, normally a silly little thing like a locked door doesn't keep her away.
"I heard about what happened last night, I was making sure you were actually in and not drowning your sorrows already" I laughed, she knew me well.
"I was hoping we could avoid this and just go straight to the drinking" but I knew that wasn't going to be an option. For as long as I'd known Lexa, my problems were her problems. Sounds like a nice idea, but when you're trying to forget about a certain somebody and a certain night, the last thing you want is to relive it again.
I throw my legs out of my warm bed just as Lexa walks through the door.
"Don't bother getting dressed, I have all the supplies we need." She places her bag on the bed next to me and grabs a bottle of vodka. "For when your upset," the bottle of Grey Goose is thrown on my lap, "and for when your really upset.." she roots through her bag again and thrusts a tub of Ben and Jerry's Phish Food in my face.
"Oh you know me so well!" I grab a spoon from my bed side table, hoped that it hadn't been there for a while and start digging into my favourite ice cream.
"I know Clarke, we've been in this situation far too many times, how many times have I told you that guys suck! What did this one do this time?" and here comes the rehashing.
"John wasn't that bad, it was just that damn camera he took everywhere, I had to give him an ultimatum!" I can already tell where this conversation is heading.
"And what about Ryan?" I was correct. "Ryan was shorter than me"
"Or AJ?" I hoped she wouldn't bring him up. "He was also shorter than me."
"Just like Sam? Or Josh?" she throws me an incredulous look, "why don't you just choose guys who are taller than you? Rather than always choosing guys who are a couple of inches shorter, and then break up with them for that exact reason?"
The amount of times I've heard this speech, I really need to come up with an answer one of these days.
"Honestly Clarke, sometimes I wonder about you" I'd never tell her that I think the same thing.
I get up and grab some diet coke I left on my draws and start pouring us a drink each.
"Make mine a double!" She says laughing, Lexa only ever drank doubles.
"I know, you've trained me well enough!" she comes up next to me and rests her head on my shoulders, "if I trained you well enough, you wouldn't still be trying to date useless boys and and I would have showed you a real good time by now."
I'm used to this type of banter with Lexa, the flirting is always back and forth, and she is constantly trying to get me to admit to being gay aswel.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you again Lex, but I only like dick. I've told you this before!"
She starts to run her nose along the edge of my ear, breathing lightly across my skin, "and I've told you before, I have one of those at home, just say the word baby."
I shiver. Well that's new.
After a few vodka and cokes we retreat to the sofa downstairs.
"Oh man I've broke the seal, back in 2 minutes, I need to go and wee." Ah that's the Lexa we love, always with the details that I really don't want to know.
I flick the TV on to see if there are any films on when I hear a bang. "Oh my god that son of a bitch!" I run to the toilet and find the door slammed. That explains to noise. "What was that outburst about?" she pushes her phone in my hands and stands there waiting for my reaction.
I look down at her phone and see she was logged on Facebook. I scroll down and I see it. My heart plummets.
John Murphy added a new photo.
A photo of me from when I first met him. A photo of me that I didn't know he took. A photo of me that he took after he slept with me, left me, and didn't contact me for weeks later. A photo of me naked with, thank god, my arms covering my modesty.
John Murphy's commented on a new photo.
"Another conquest. 6/10"
John Murphy likes a comment posted by Stacey Turner.
"6/10? Really? With her lack of boobs I'd say the highest she could ever reach would be a 4"
I can't read any more. I feel sick to my stomach. Tears are forming. I drop the phone and run back downstairs to where the alcohol is kept. I knew that damn camera would haunt me somehow.
"Clarke wait!" I forget Lexa is still here, she chased after me.
"Ignore them Clarke, they don't know what they're talking about, your boobs are great!"
I can't help but laugh at that.
"I knew there was a reason I kept you around." Lexa looks back at me with her jaw dropped and a shocked look on her face, "I'm offended, and here I thought you kept me around for eye candy."
I sit down next to her and toss my arm over her shoulders, "not really, that's just a bonus" I wink in reply.
Lexa smiles back and get up to choose a DVD, "so what you feeling like? Crying to some sappy chick flick where the guy was there all along? Thriller? Where the suspect was the detective all along? Or how about horror? Where the victim is the killer all along?"
I pretend to think about it, but we both know what the answer would be, "I'm kidding, who says you get a choice?" She chuckles at herself whilst putting Hostage in.
"Really? Another horror film? You know I still have the finger nail marks in my legs from last time. I just think you use these films and excuse to get up on all of this."
Lexa stands up from where she was sat and has this look in her eye. I don't recognise the look and it instantly made me nervous. She places one of her hands on her hip and plays with the toned sliver of skin in between her top and her jeans whilst the other hand rests by her jaw, her finger stroking her bottom lip. She starts walking over to me. My eyes travel to her lowest hand which had starts to make movements of her own. Her fingers dip into her jeans. The lower her hand slid, the harder I breathe.
All too soon, she's standing in front of me and her hand was out of her jeans, she places both of them on my shoulders, just above my boobs and leant down.
Oh god, the view down her shirt, how did I not know about this sooner? She brings her lips down to my ear again. I manage not to let her know that this particular place was my weak spot, I hope that I can contain myself this time.
Her tongue traces the outline of my ear again and she lets out a small moan.
I gasp, feeling it in my clit instantly. How is she doing this to me?
"I don't need an excuse. If I actually put the moves on you, you would be like putty in my perfectly skilled fingers."
She straddles me and stares intently. I shift uncomfortably, I am definitely going to need to change my underwear now. We've always joked about this, hell, we've joked worse than this, but something had changed.
Her eyes grow darker and shift from my eyes to my lips and back up again. My heart beats faster and my clit throbs harder. What has changed for Lexa to cause this affect on me? Better yet, what am I supposed to do now? Do I stop her? Do I do nothing and see how far she goes? Saying that, I don't think I have a choice. She's moving closer to me, her lips parted and her soft breath playing with mine in the small amount of space between us. Goosebumps invade my arms like Lexa has invaded my every move.
Her right hand starts moving, her fingers tracing my chest. Moving lower to my breast, and I can't help but encourage it. Her lips have stopped moving closer to me now and instead are hovering so close to me it's driving me crazy.
Her index finger in still moving lower, so low it's stroking the skin along the top of my bra. I can't remember the last time someone had took their time with me, teasing me, playing with me. She opens her mouth again, as if to say something. But all that escapes it is a soft, "mmmm." she's driving me crazy and I can't help but think that she's fully aware of her effect on me. She closes the space between us and the next sensation I feel is her lips on me, but not where I want them. Wait, what? There's no time to think about that right now and her lips are ghosting around my face. They started from just below my lips, to my chin and up my jaw until they're resting on the side of my ear again.
"Told you I didn't need an excuse."
It takes me a few seconds to register her words because I'd hate to admit it, but I'm a few shakes away from spontaneously orgasming in front of her, and if this particular moment isn't embarrassing enough, that surely would be. I can't believe how easeasoy it was to convince me that she was ready to pounce on me. It was scary how ready she was to turn that switch on. To turn me on.
Lexa climbs off me and sits next to me instead with a sly grin on her face. She knows what she just pulled off and she knows what effect she's had on me. I clear my throat.
"Well, that was.." struggling with the right words to finish that sentence off, "unexpected." Lexa manages to get it right. Unexpected. I didn't expect my best friend to seduce me so easily. I didn't expect to ruin my panties. I didn't expect to be so uncomfortably turned on that I'm actually debating whether to sneak off to the bathroom and finish off what she started.
"You know you can if you want to." I look over, shocked, I could have sworn I didn't say that out loud. "I..I erm.. No, wait, what?" I try not to get more embarrassed over my stuttering but she continues, "I won't judge you if you choose not to, it wouldn't be the first time." The first time? This has been the only time this has happened! Hasn't it? I start panicking but I'm not too sure if she has noticed. "if it makes you feel better, I kind of want to do it aswel." Does she? Does that mean she's just as turned on as I am? "If it makes you feel better, I can do it for you, you can even watch of you like!" Dumbfounded by the turn of events, I find myself nodding.
A grin appears on her face, "okay, give me a minute." she starts to get up. Oh, are we going upstairs? Well that would make sense, the bedroom is up there aswel as a few toys if she wants. Although, if she's in the same state as I am, such measures will not be needed.
I turn around just in time to see Lexa turn off the light. My face noticeably dropped, "sorry Clarke, did you say you want the light left on?" I'm confused, did I say that? "I was asking if you wanted to turn the light off, what were you thinking about?" Another trademark sly grin appeared on her face. She doesn't know what's on my mind, but she definitely knows that it's swimming in the gutter right now.
It's been two weeks since I broke up with John. Two weeks since I've last looked at or even thought about a boy. Two weeks since I nearly came on the spot after a few minutes of teasing from my best friend. Two weeks since everything's changed.
Lexa's coming over again tonight. It's the first night since. And I'm not too sure if this is going to be a good thing or not.
I climb out of the shower and am surprised at the amount of steam that has accumulated in the room, how long was I contemplating tonight? I wrap a towel around myself and head out to get changed.
"Took you long enough, any longer and I was going to join you."
Her voice startles me and I turn out to see a very comfortable Lexa lying rather provocatively on my bed. Saying that, these days, everything that Lexa does is provocative. I struggle to find my voice, "that is, unless you wanted me to join in.." Another sentence that is able to knock the wind out of me and leave me breathless, luckily, it also woke me up. I needed to beat her at her own game.
"You wish, this towel is staying on around me, who knows where your hands have been." Lexa sits up at this.
"Well, after last week, they've been in the place where I hoped yours would be." Wind, knocked out of me, again. "Saying that, if that conversation a few weeks ago was anything to go by, sounds like you wouldn't mind if I show you exactly where they were," I gulp, this could not be good, "show you exactly what they were doing." Busted.
She starts to saunter towards me and I can't help but tighten the grip on my towel. All of a sudden I realise my position. Nearly naked, leaning against the dresser with proof of my unease running down my legs. I turn around and try to avoid eye contact with her. This would have been a lot easier if it weren't for the mirror now infront of me. I look at Lexa through it and see her staring back at me, she has gently walked until she's stood behind me. With her inquisitive eyes which trail down my body. I watch in awe. They start at my face and continue downwards, a look of despair falls upon her face and I can understand why. My towel is blocking her view.
It wakes me up. I'm in control of this situation. I have Lexa where I want her, lost under my charm this time. Her eyes haven't been moved from me and I take this opportunity to turn around.
I lean against the dresser, inadvertently pushing my boobs in the direction of her. Lexa hasn't moved, hasn't spoken a word, and by the looks of her, doesn't like she will be doing so anytime soon. I push off the dresser and she stumbles back a bit, obviously taken by surprise by my sudden movement.
"Well it looks to me like you're the one who wants to show me what those hands can do." Lexa's eyes snap up to mine and a blush creeps up her face. "Maybe I could really appreciate those hands, worship them as they touch me, stroke me, flick me, pound in me. Maybe then I will understand just how perfectly skilled they really are." Her eyes have glossed over and she's breathing heavily, I know I have her now, "but until then, take those hands and keep them to yourself." I smirk at myself and turn around before I can see her reaction, sauntering back to the bathroom, and purposefully dropping the towel along the way. It's not the first time she's seen me in a state of undress, and I hope that it won't be the last either.
"Clarke!" ah, there's the reaction.
"Yes darling?" I play innocent girl and walk out, unfortunately, with clothes on. "what seems to be the trouble baby?"
Lexa looks confused, bewildered, like someones just told her the world is made out of cheese. I take this moment to walk past her, my arm gently brushing over her breast. I hear her take of breath of air, and I know just how turned on she is. I know that any little thing could set her off and I am debating with myself as to whether I should set her off or not. I sit on the bed and look at her. I can tell she was internally struggling with the situation, so am I, but we both don't know how the other felt. As far as Lexa is concerned, I'm straight. Well, up until a few weeks ago, I was straight. But friend Lexa was taken over by seductive Lexa, and as soon as she came In the picture, I was a goner. I know I want her and I know she wants me. But she isn't the sort of person to make such a life changing decision. I need to show her that I am ready. I need to show her that I want her. And do I want her.
But saying that, I'm having far too much fun messing around.
Lexa comes back to her senses a few minutes later and stumbles over her excuses. "I.. Erm, I have to go and.. Water my cat and.. I ... My plants need feeding so, so I.. I should.." She's out the door before the sentence is finished and before I have a chance to correct her mistakes, endearing as they are.
I'm proud of myself. The self assured, self proclaimed ladies girl ran out of my bedroom because I turned her on so much. Although I would have much preferred it if she ran into my bed. But I can understand her motives, she just needs to know how I feel.
That doesn't help me now though. I'm still incredibly turned on by tonight's events, and I don't think Lexa will be coming back anytime soon, so I made my decision.
I crawl back onto the bed and take off my shirt and jeans. Clad in only my underwear, I start teasing my stomach, stroking small circles above my knicker line. If only it were Lexa's fingers, stroking me, teasing me again. I reach behind me with one hand and in a practised move, take off my bra. My nipples peak at their new found freedom and I bring my hands down to tweak them softly. I can't help but moan at my imagination, picturing her above me, with her trademark grin, smiling at my reactions. "mmmmm Lex", I can't take it anymore, I reach down and remove my soaked panties, the cold air against my wet pussy makes me gasp and turns me on even more. I lean back again and continue my ministrations with my nipple, twisting it more harder now, tugging softly but firmly, making myself squirm, exactly how Lexa would do.
With one hand still tugging my nipple, the other reaches down, past my smooth mound and gently brushes against my wet lips. In a delicious action, I start to stroke up and down, careful to not touch my clit just yet. I start to circle my entrance, "please Lex.." I know she would make me beg, make me realise just how much I want her until.. "ahhhhh" I plunge two fingers deep inside me, there's no need to wait. I start searching for the one spot that make my legs shake, my head spin, my pussy clench, "come on Lex.. Higher.. Just a bit mo..ooooooooh god!" Found it.
My left hand is twisting my nipple roughly now but I need more, I bring it down to join my right in a dance I perfected years ago.
With my two fingers inside me, I start to flick them, massage them over my spot until I can see stars in my eyes. "right there Lex, just like that.." I can picture her now, leaning over me, pounding into me, "right where Clarke?" I must be hearing things, that wasn't part of my fantasy, but I can't stop now,
"just like what Clarke?"
I tune out the question and move my spare hand down to my clit. It's begging for attention. I start to rub it in circles. I'm too far gone for gentle now and I rub harder and harder, just like I know Lexa's tongue would be, ruthless, probing, unrelenting. With the extra attention to my clit, I can feel my pussy clenching around my fingers now, "so close.." I add a third finger to keep myself stretched and push harder, flick deeper and rub faster until the door flings open suddenly, a shocked Lexa is stood there motionless and I can't hold back, it's too late, I'm coming, "fuuuuuuuck!" I'm overwhelmed by a bright light, a tingling sensation all around. I can feel myself coming down from the best orgasm I've ever had when it hits me.
Leads here. Lexa's in my room. Lexa saw my fuck myself to orgasm.
A big twitch that make my pussy spasm, my finger jolts and pushes against my sensitive clit and I'm coming again, "oh god Lex.." I call out. Dazed, in a world of my own, I can faintly hear mumblings coming from the door, "oh my god Clarke, I'm SO sorry I wasn't expecting you to.. Be.. You to.. Doing.. Oh god that was hot." I weakly open my eyes to SEE Lexa mumbling to herself. Still in a state of arousal, I start pumping my fingers again, my legs, which were tensed around my hand have fallen to the bed, presenting myself to her. I must be still high from my last orgasm because I'm usually not this bold when it comes to sex.
"Were you just.. To me? Oh god that was hot." I pump harder, wondering how long it would take for her to notice me. My lazy hand hand moves upwards to my tender boob again and start circling the puckered nipple. I bring my hand out of myself and drag a single finger towards my clit. I gasp when I find it. She must have heard as she turned around and stopped mid-ramble, "who knew that.. Did you really? Oh god that was.." She's seen. She's seen and I can't bring myself to stop. I start circling my clit faster and faster. My breath hitched and my eyes flutter. I don't know how long I can keep this up for. My chest is tightening and my pussy in trying to clench onto something, but nothing is there. I look back at Lexa and see her staring intently on my pussy, her tongue, sneaking out and licking her top lip. She wants this, but I know that if she touches anywhere on my body, then this would be over embarrassingly quick. I can feel it coming, I can feel myself coming. I start to tweak my nipple harder and move my finger from my abused clit and thrust three back into myself, curling, finding my spot whilst the heal of my hand rubs against my sensitive clit. "Oh god I'm going to.." I trail off whilst my back arches and my mouth drops open in a silent scream. A gush of liquid escapes from the apex of the thighs and covers my hand. My pussy strangles my fingers but I still manage to move them and draw out my orgasm. I'm shaking and twitching and whimpering incoherent words. "So good, So.. So.. So.. Oh Lexa, oh god" My back settles against the bed and my breathing has slowed down now. Afraid to open my eyes, I do so anyway.
"Lexa?" She's gone.