The majority of our time growing up is curiosity. Curious how life works around our busy day to day lives, that our parents drag us through. Something as simple as how that stop light changes colors? If our country is broke, why don't we just print more money? Who is the person we are destined to be in the future? Why are my parents always so tired? Why do I want to spend every waking moment with the girl next door?
Fifteen, a dreadful age, teeter tottering on the edge of becoming a young adult and still being a child. The age where you can drive, you can practically taste the freedom, but you're still chained to your parents like you're on a leash. An age where your hormones decide to take control over what you might say or do. Sometimes you want to fight against them but they've already planted themselves so deep, they're just a ticking time bomb and you don't know when they will explode.
The clock ticks into the night, matching each tick of my hormonal time bomb. This uncomfortable, anxious feeling has been clawing at my skin for the past three hours as I stare frustrated at the ceiling above. I finally rip away my comforter and leap from my bed. I don't bother changing out of my yoga pants and tank top. I simply toss on a zip up and slip into my shoes.
I've always been a good girl, with straight A's who participates in most school activities. My parents trust me wholeheartedly and never question my actions. That's how I know Mary Margret and David will not be checking on me tonight. They never do.
I press my palms flat against the cool glass and push my bedroom window up. I slide one foot onto the roof and then the other. I shut the window behind me and begin my journey. I take each step with caution, hoping not a sound will be heard into the cool evening air. I walk to the edge of the roof toward the backyard. I gently step down onto the roof of the shed below. I slide on my bottom to the edge and jump down to the ground. I land perfectly on my feet and tip toe to my fence.
As slow as I can possibly move, I slide the lock over to the right and crack the door just enough for my body to squeeze through. I close the fence and lock it back up before I head next door.
I repeat my previous actions with her fence and slip into her backyard unnoticed. I stand on her deck with my hands shoved deep into my sweatshirt pockets. My head falls back as I stare into her window. Of course her light is on, she usually works on her homework late into the night. I drop my gaze to the ground below and shake my head with a heavy sigh. Cora Mills is going to drive my friend to a nervous breakdown with all her crazy strict rules and overbearing motherly traits.
I shuffle around her deck until I find a nice size rock. I arch my arm back and throw the rock just below her window, careful not to break the glass. A heavy thump echoes into the pitched black world around me. I wince the moment I hear the noise and my body flushes with heat. Fear courses through my veins, fear that her mother might hear me.
Regina's figure comes into view just before I hear the window opening. Even though she's on the second floor, I can still see the way she's rolling her eyes at me. I shrug my shoulders as I peer up at my friend with a goofy grin. Regina smiles and waves her hand, silently telling me to come up.
This isn't my first time sneaking over in the middle of the night. I know my path which will lead me to her room. I climb onto her patio furniture and then onto the extravagant railing the wraps around her deck. I place both palms on her roof and use my upper body strength to pull myself up. I slide onto the rough sandpaper texture below before I stand tall. I wipe my hands and my clothing as I walk over to her window.
Warm heat surrounds my cool body as I slip through her window. Her soft lavender painted walls along with the familiar scent of warm apple pie instantly calms my nerves. I've been in this room too many times to count. This is my second home and I always feel nothing but comfort in this room.
"What are you doing, dork?" Regina taunts as she continues typing away against her laptop.
She doesn't bother to take the time to look at me, she has me memorized by now, just as I do with her. I kick off my shoes and skip to her over sized bed.
"I'm bored!" I groan as I grab one of her pillows and hold it firmly against my chest. I sit crisscrossed in the middle of her bed and fiddle with a lose strand.
"Emma, it's midnight. You shouldn't be bored, you should be sleeping," she retorts and even though I can only see the back of her head, I know she's rolling those stubborn eyes.
"I can't sleep."
"You never sleep," she quickly quips as her fingers abuse the keyboard below. "You're worse than a giraffe." I laugh at my best friend and toss a pillow at the back of her head. "Emma! I'm working here!" Regina fumbles for the pillow on the ground and whips it right back at me.
"You're always working...you're worse than Cora Mills," I tease earning myself a death glare. Regina softly closes her laptop and stalks her way toward her bed.
"I hate you!" She claims as she shoves my shoulder. I laugh at my friend and shake my head because I know the truth. I know she adores me. "Your arms getting pretty good, you're going to kill it in softball this year."
I simply nod because I never knew how to accept a compliment. I watch as Regina tugs on her hair tie, letting all her thick raven locks to sway freely around her shoulders. I drop my gaze to the pillow below and ignore that nagging itch just below my skin.
I feel the bed dip down as Regina crawls into her own bed. She snuggles her body into the the mattress just as she always does.
"Are you sleeping over again?"
"Mmmm, maybe?" I shrug noncommittally as I reach across her body to turn off the light.
Regina always hated the dark, ever since we were little I always turned off the light for her. Whenever I ask her about her fear she always claims she doesn't know what I'm talking about. I always drop the subject because she is my friend and I know she hates to appear weak in front of others, especially me.
"Why don't you ask mother if you can start renting the spare room?"
I shake my head as I slip beneath her comforter and fluff her pillow before falling into the warmth. I hate sleeping alone. I always have, ever since I turned six, it was an irrational fear and truthfully I don't recall what happened to make me feel this way.
"No way! I don't need your mom forcing more activities down my throat." We both laugh knowing her mother's controlling ways. It's easier to make fun of the situation then acknowledge the heartache it brings for Regina.
"So what are you going to do about Daniel?" I question as I try to change the subject.
"I don't know. He's cute and all but I don't know, he's a little annoying. He thinks he's like the greatest gift to football."
"So you rather slum it with the nerds?" I tease, winning yet again, another shove to my shoulder.
"Yes, especially you Swan. You're my favorite nerd."
"I am not a nerd!" I defend taking offense to her accusations. Regina and I have always been inseparable but we've always had a large group of friends. "Just because I wear glasses?"
Regina laughs and nods her head in a playful manner. I scrunch up my nose and now it's my turn to push the brunette. This only causes her to laugh harder. Once her laughing subsides she reaches over and pulls my glasses from my face. She blindly places them onto the nightstand next to her bed then cuddles back into her warm spot.
She's close enough that I can see her, even through the dark room. She's really pretty now that I'm looking at her. I've always known my friend was cute and everyone always talks about the "Hot Regina Mills". For some reason tonight I'm noticing just how beautiful she really is.
The glow of the moonlight expresses every dominant feature upon her face. Her prominent jawline, her cheekbones, the deep scar upon her lip...I swallow thickly realizing that I'm staring and starting to feel extremely uncomfortable.
Brown orbs seem to disappear as her eyes flutter shut. I know she's exhausted, she is most nights. I twist my lips as I think about staying over or sneaking back home. My thoughts come to a halt when I feel her body scoot closer to mine. My body all of a sudden becomes too warm. My hands tingle with excitement but I cannot understand why. Why am I silently begging for her to accidentally bump into me?
When Regina and I were younger we would practice kissing on one another. There were a few times when Regina and I may have rolled around inappropriate at sleepovers. As we grew up we stopped all of that. We never discussed it but I think we both thought it was wrong the older we became.
I watched Regina intently as my mind debated back and forth if what we did was wrong. That's when I felt Regina's leg bump into mine. I know she's not sleeping, I know she's biting the inside of her lip. My eyes shifted all around her face hoping that some clue would be written across her forehead for my next move.
I decide my safest bet would be to move my hand slowly into the space between us and bump into her hand. Regina's eyes stayed screwed shut but her head scoots closer to mine. My hearts races with every inch she takes closer to me. I feel a familiar tug between my legs and I can't help where my mind wanders to. I want this nagging itch to go away that I've been experiencing all night. Maybe she feels the same way?
I close my eyes and scoot closer to the brunette. Her familiar scent invades my mind and helps calm my anxious nerves. I allow my nose to bump into hers but that's as far as I take my move. I decide I will wait to see if she continues or stops all movement.
The sound of Regina's audible gulp sounds amplified between our silence. I remain as still as possible and hope she takes the lead. That's when I feel the softest set of lips gently press into mine. My entire body explodes with heat rushing through my blood but again I don't move. The only thing I allow to move are my lips. I slowly drag my lips against hers and relish in the feel of them against mine. Something deep inside twitches and I know my need for her is growing.
We continue kissing as delicately as possible without ever deepening the kiss to anything more. I think we are both too nervous to push forward and scared the other might not approve of anything more. The soft sounds of our lips connecting are turning me on even more. Finally I work up the courage to try for a little more.
I part my lips slowly and open my mouth the slightest bit. I'm not sure if it's because we know each other so well or maybe just pure dumb luck but Regina follows suit and slips her tongue into my mouth. The faint taste of mint still lingers from both of us as our tongues fumble at first to find that perfect rhythm.
It's been four years since we last kissed. We were eleven and didn't want to be unprepared if a boy ever kissed us, so we practiced on each other. We kissed a lot of boys since then but we quickly found our old comfort with one another. Now that I think about it, she is a damn good kisser. I hope she thinks the same about me.
As if on cue we both squirm closer to one another. I know both our hormones are clouding our judgement but this just feels too good to stop. Regina presses her body against mine with determination. I fight as hard as I can to stay silent. I don't know how she would react if I said or made any kind of noise.
I cautiously rest my hand on her hip as we continue to deepen the kiss. Regina's leg snakes between mine. Her warm thigh presses firmly between my legs, eliciting an overwhelming sensation of satisfaction. A whimper stirs in my chest and that's when Regina rolls on top of me. She has always been a top.
We resume our make out session as Regina gently rocks against me. I'm so lost in our tiny bubble my mind is becoming a blur. The only sound I hear are our lips. The only thing I feel is the euphoric tidal wave that keeps rippling through my blood.
I clench the back of her tank top as I feel the pleasure growing rapidly. I'm unsure if she feels the same thing I do but I know she feels amazing. A few more movements and I will crumble below her.
Regina's tongue and lips seem to disappear as a small groan escapes her mouth. She picks up her speed against my center as her forehead falls to rest against mine. I grip her shirt as tight as possible as I feel my body ignite with heat and then the overwhelming sensation of satisfactory bursts through my veins. Regina stiffens on top of me before she falls to my side.
Both of us are struggling to breathe without inhaling too heavily. My heart actually hurts from how hard it's pounding in my chest. I keep my eyes screwed tight because I don't know what is to come. All I know is it's way too hot in here and I somehow want more of her.
I blindly reach next to me and find her hip bone popping out of her skimpy shorts. I drag my index finger along the hem of the shorts and carefully dip one finger in. Regina holds her breath next to me causing me to still my actions. I don't know if she wants me to continue or not. Finally Regina gives me the go ahead by slowing rolling her hips forward.
The air in her shorts feels thick and damp as I slither my way down her soft underwear. I awkwardly move my hand around as she bucks her hips forward. I retract my hand and slowly slide her shorts down her smooth legs. There's no way my legs feel as soft as hers, but I push that thought aside and continue.
I'm hardly breathing at this point as my shaky hand reaches for her body. I use only one finger to swipe against her entrance. A soft moan escapes her lips as she rolls her body closer to mine. I'm so nervous I'm practically shaking. We are both virgins and I don't know if either of us are ready to take this leap but I know in my heart that I want her more than anyone else.
I slowly move around and begin to dip my finger inside of her. Regina stiffens and grabs my wrist tightly. I pull away instantly in fear I've pushed too far.
"Wait," she breathes as her eyes fly open. All I see when I look into her brown orbs is fear.
"I-I'm so sorry Regina..." She cuts me off with a tender kiss to my lips.
"I want to continue...I just..." the words die on her tongue as her eyes shift away from my gaze.
"Nervous?" I sheepishly question as she nods slowly. "Me too. We can stop. It's okay. I don't..." she stops my rambling with another kiss.
"I don't want to stop. I want to keep going," she whispers confidentially into the night that has now become ours. A night we would never forget. A night that would change our lives forever. A night where curiosity got the best of us.
I swallow hard as I stare deep into her eyes making sure she doesn't have any doubt. She leans forward and captures my lips into a kiss that seems to be more frantic than I've ever experienced with her before. My eyes fall closed but I feel Regina tugging on my yoga pants. I happily lift my hips from the bed so she can finish pulling them off. I unzip my hoodie and toss it over the edge of her bed.
I squirm so our bodies are flush against one another. She cups my cheek tentatively and pulls me into another heated kiss. My palms are sweating while my hands tremble with anticipation. We both inhale sharply through our noses before both our hands slip down below.
Two of her fingers glide across my entrance as she explores my body. I pick up right where I left off and slide one finger in. She stiffens instantly and stops kissing me. Her lips still ghost over mine and she's not pulling away.
"Does it hurt?" She exhales and nods slowly.
"I'm sorry," I whisper just as she kisses me again.
"Keeping going. Don't stop," she mutters against my lips.
I move my finger ever so slightly not wanting to hurt her. I make sure to take my time as I spin my finger deep inside of her. She visibly shudders but I can feel her growing more wet by each passing second.
Regina finally begins rocking against my finger as she kisses me with more force. A raspy moan breaks between us prompting my hips to grind against her hand. She takes that as her cue to proceed further. Regina slips one finger inside and all my movement stops. She's right, this hurts but I think if we can get passed this pain we will experience something phenomenal.
Regina makes sure she is just as slow and cautious with me as I was with her. I swear I can hear our hearts beating as one. I slowly gyrate my hips to feel a little more. Now we are both grinding aggressively against one another as the pain starts to fade away. The air is thick between us as our bodies begin to glisten with sweat.
Curiosity gets the best of me yet again and I'm already slowly slithering another finger deep inside of her. Regina holds her breath and mimics my actions. That uncomfortable pain returns but after a few slow thrusts my body becomes familiar with the sensation.
We are two teenagers who's hormones have taken control. It doesn't take long before we are both fumbling messes, gasping for air as our orgasms build rapidly. I bite down on my lips stifling any moan that threatens to escape. Regina is mirroring my image as our eyes lock onto one another. We are too consumed by our pleasure to kiss any longer.
A new wave of glorious satisfaction spreads violently through my veins as I experience the most amazing orgasm ever. Regina mutters something into her pillow but I'm too lost to understand what she says.
We slowly extract our wet fingers from one another and tangle our legs together. The weight of the situation is building a palpable tension between us that I can't stand.
"This isn't going to ruin our friendship right?"
Regina sighs and I could see her inner turmoil written all over her face.
"No Emma...but I have always felt something more for you. I don't know what it is but I know I adore you and I feel this need to protect you." Regina is not one to be shy in anyway but now she's practically shaking next to me as she fumbles on her words.
"I know Regina. I see the way you look at me. It's...it's so much more." I nudge her nose with mine and smile at the gorgeous girl before me.
"I like you too."