Manny's point of view...

I've always been a girl with a boyfriend, or at least fooling around with someone else's. Yet, I couldn't find a guy who made me really happy or gave me what I need. I always ended up, no not heartbroken, but dare I say it and sound so desperate, unsatisfied. You know? Unfulfilled. Guys looked at me as a sex kitten, and they always tried to 'get with me' but none of them could put their money where their mouth was. Let alone all of them always got so boring! Something was missing.

I've been with bad boys, band geeks, guitarists, to even professors. Still nothing. Something was eating up at me. They didn't have something I wanted, but I didn't know what that something was.

As I sat in mine and Emma's dorm room, I tried to read a cosmo magazine to think of other things, I couldn't help but take a glance back at the model on the cover. Kate Hudson, now she was a real sex kitten. There was something I always envied about blondes; they always did have more fun right? She was one of my idols, actually.

"God I wish I looked like her." I groaned to Emma, showing her the cover of Kate who wore her long blonde hair down, in a salon blow out and wearing a pink bustier. I then sighed and notice the two look a like. Why couldn't I have the full time tan, and long legs and a temple as a body? Sure my bodies nice, ripe, tight..but not so tall and hour glass like Emma's. I though, at least had the tits. Go me! (you go Glen coco)

Emma looked at me like I was crazy, "You're much prettier, Manny."

"Please," I snorted, rolling my eyes but a smile crept through, looking back down at the cover. I wish! This woman was the wet dream of any man or curious girl! Perfect smile, a woman with a strong head, and did yoga at least three times a day, and- "You guys are alike." I muttered out loud, staring at Kate Hudsons smile but Emma's smile clouding my thoughts.

I gazed up, wondering if that sounded as creepy as it did. Me and Emma were always totally open to another, so thankfully she was only smiling and blushed bit. The modest vixen tried to roll her eyes as she finally set her binder down from the other side of the couch we shared. "Do not."

I shrugged my shoulder, "Suit yourself but I'd take the compliment," I smiled back with my famous dimples and glance down at the magazine again as I tuck my long dark hair behind my ear. "She's hot." I felt Emma shift from the other side of the couch, both our legs touching. She felt warm, and my toes were freezing!

I went over the topics on the cover. 'How to tell your guy he's doing it wrong' 'how to make him do it right'. I snorted humorously. Why didn't I read this more in highschool?

I caught Emma peak at me as she just went back to reading after one of her small giggles. My little pretty nerd was too focused on her homework to care about my silly cosmo magazine right now. I noticed I was probably a little distracting so tried to keep quiet. Emma went on and on how she needed to pass University, as if the girl had a chance of not, if anyone that was me.

I'd always been so envious of Emma's beauty and brain. She'd always be the one to try to make me feel better, and say I was more prettier, or I was smarter with other things. Which maybe I was. I could smell a bad boy from a mile away, Emma couldn't, and they were her weakness. I always had a need to watch out for her now. I'm always so worried someone is going to hurt her like Sean, or Peter, and now Kelly and her have been seeing another. He's alright, but he just doesn't seem good enough for her.

I feel my phone vibrate, and it's a text from Darcy. The girl is in Kenya now but still has the time to text me. I text back with a smile, and go back to my reading. In cosmo, there is always a straight section, and a gay section for tips. I can't help but glance at the girl on girl side and try to hide it from Emma.

Ok, ok. I admit it, I've maybe kissed a girl once or twice in highschool. Hello, I'm Manny Santos remember. Does Darcy ring the bell? I full on made out with that girl in front of Peter and spanked her ass before we ended it just to get him all hot and bothered before I totally rejected his ass to make him feel like the loser he was. Darcy prayed to her almighty Lord that night and we never did it again though..but I also made out with some other drunk chick at a party once to impress Craig. It was something I never told my own best friend. I'm not sure how Emma would react to me being this way. Was I bi? Straight? Gay? Who knows anymore. But girl on girl was so fucking hot to me. Maybe it was just a turn on. I mean, I drove boys wild, how could it be right if a sexy, dimpled angel like me wasn't meant for boys?

Have I actually had a crush on a girl before? . . .. . . I glanced at Emma at the corner of my eye.

.. Once. Maybe I still do. Or maybe I'm confused.

Emma means the world to me, as everyone knows. You don't invite Manny to a party without expecting Emma too, and vise versa. Remember that time dick head Peter exploited that video tape of me flashing my goods to all of Degrassi? Well, Emma took care of me, like she always did like when I got pregnant, or dumped or didn't have a place to live.. She wasn't only gorgeous but she was my rock. So when that time came when Emma flashed her goods openly in front of Degrassi to prove a point to Purple Dragon? I was the first one up to cover her body..and probably not the only person who couldn't erase her body from my head. I was also furious that other people had seen her like that. . .. In a way, I feel like Emma is mine.

Ugh.

Is that even okay to feel?

Em has come a long way since we were little girls. I knew she use to be jealous when I matured and developed faster but when she did ? She turned into this like, beautiful swan. The breasts on that girl were firm, and ripe. I bet it was just a little over a fist full and I wanted so badly to-

My eyes widened, realising I'm thinking about Emma's breasts and my devilish eyes can't help but peak at her and down at them and I squeak as I sit up. Oh my god, I'm checking my best friend out. I swore I'd stop the last time I found myself thinking about Emma this way; it was when Emma held my hand the day we walked back into Degrassi after Peter did everything to me and I found myself glued to her, thankful for her, and wanting to kiss her.

Badly.

I guess it wasn't ever going to go away.

"You okay?" she asks me.

I gotta get laid... That's probably my problem.

"Fine!" I forced a smile and fake a cough, "I'm going to go lie down in my room.. I feel a little, off."

"Okay. I'll make you some soup." she informed and got up. As I sat still on the couch, my eyes unwillingly forced their way to peak at Emma's ass as she walked away.

Ok, Manny STOP! You're being stupid. You just haven't had a boyfriend in a while, nor had sex for a bit. God I'm such a skank. But that's maybe all I need, a good climax, to stop thinking this way. That's it! I'm just getting myself worked up.

I got up and fled to my room, closing the door softly behind me and the lights were off already. I felt like a wierdo, eyeing my best friend like that. I mean I know Em's gorgeous but I'm not a lesbian! I'm just needy probably, horny. Maybe I'd call Jay later...but for now?

I already wore a white tank top that I cut around to my waist to expose my midriff. Yes, I was confident like that. It was summer, okay?! And the only other thing left on were my jean shorts that I easily unbottoned once I laid down.

I whimpered, laying back and my hands shaking from needing to be relieved. I didn't wait another second. I dipped my fingers under my jean shorts, and under my panties, my legs spread a little and moaned.

My fingertips moved up and down my slit easily. My hips bucked up and I bit my lip, trailing my fingers back and dipping my index finger inside myself. (I got really into it, I was a really sexual person, are you shocked?). I whimpered and bucked my hips again and down into my fingers. Fuck I was really wet.

It couldn't be over the thought of, no . . I glanced at the door, seeing it an inch open. Damn, I thought I closed it. Whatever.. it was dark and Emma was in the kitchen.

Emma. Ugh. It was Emma that made me so wet. It's her own fault, so I don't feel guilty as I think about her as I bring myself to climax. Okay. I do feel guilty, but holy fuck it's good to imagine her naked and it wasn't much to imagine since I've seen it all.

My fingers rubbed faster, thinking about what she'd be like in bed. I asked Jay once before if she was loud like me, and he said even louder, but wasn't dominate like I wass. I pictured her lying on her stomach, her ass rised up a bit and looking back at me. Oh god,oh god, oh fuck I'm thinking of Emma.

OH GOD, I'm coming REALLY fast.

I started moaning, trying not to be too loud, but fuck my fingers are pressing the right buttons and my minds picturing Emma up on the bed on her knees now, playing with her own breasts.

She would probably be a screamer. She already was. Such a little crusader.

I started to creep my hand up my shirt, gripping my breasts. I was almost a size D, so it felt fucking good. Reluctantly I released my nipple from between my fingers, ripping my panties and jean shorts off and discarding them to the floor. Two hands now free to pleasure myself.

My index finger carried on teasing my clit, circling and stroking around it making myself gasp and moan in pleasure. The newly free hand got to work quickly, stroking up and down my slick slit, gently pushing in further each time, feeling the heat, the silky wetness as parted myself, until my fingers were at my entrance. I pushed two fingers inside myself.

I was starting to cry out now, the desperate need to come at pitch fever. My clit throbbing, so, so close, my fingers in a frenzy, pumping in and out of my tight, wet hole, the heat emanating from my pussy spreading like a fire through my body until it engulfed me entirely, the pleasure, the release shooting through me until I was a whimpering, trembling mess. Her face floated into my mind now, her eyes bright, sparkling, her smile teasing. As if she knew what I'd just done, what I'd thought about doing.

But she didn't. And oh god, she would NOT be happy, and jesus I wasn't either.

I had accepted right then and there that I had a crush on my best friend. Or at least, I was lusting after her since I already loved her.

Did that make sense? It's fine if it doesn't because it doesn't make any sense to me either. I can't believe this is happening to me.

(((**)))

"A-are you hungry?" Emma asked me when I came out, dressed ofcourse again. I could barely looked at her, running my fingers through my long hair and sat at the table.

"Sure." I stared down at my manicure like it was interesting

She nodded, and I glanced up, watching her get bowls and she seemed to drop one accidently. "Em, are you okay?" I asked

She's doing that fake Emma smile while she nods and flushes a little. I wonder what's the matter, but whatever, I have my own problems to deal with.

She brings me my soup first, and I smile up at her like I usually do when she does me a favor. This time, my smile fades, seeing a look in her eyes when she glanced back down at me and we lock eyes.

I want her.

I blinked and picked up the spoon. I can't want her, she's just my best friend! I'm not a friggen lesbian!

Maybe if I sleep with a guy, it'll go away, remind me what I'm missing.

((((**))))

Emma's point of view.

I was just trying to do something nice for Manny, she said she wanted soup (Well, I insisted) and she had went to her room as I cooked.

Chicken noodle should do the trick!

I smiled faintly as I remembered her saying I looked like Kate Hudson. Only prettier. Could that be true? After my little phase of anorexia, I still now and then have insecure thoughts of myself. But I'm told everyone does. But Manny, Manny makes me feel beautiful. Nobody knows how good of a friend she is, and they'd never find out because they think she's the 'man-stealer' from highschool still. She was just another girl looking desperately for love.

I gasped, my finger on the stove as I got lost in thought and burnt it. I turned to grab the napkin at the end of the counter to stop breathing completely when I glanced up and since Manny's door was creaked open, about an inch or two, I heard and saw her bucking slightly on the bed , her hands down her sexy lace panties-

Sexy!?

I didn't just think that. Go back to the soup, and stir it. What the hell is wrong with you? What is wrong with MANNY!? Close the damn door when you're doing that!

..Why was she doing that?

Emma knew Manny was an openly sexual person, she was basically Emma's sex therapist when the blonde had questions before she did it with Sean her first time. But to do that knowing Emma was still home ? It made her wonder if she did that when they still lived in the basement of her parents' house..

Emma couldn't get the picture of Manny arching up on her bed with her fingers toying herself, out of her head. Emma leaned back on the kitchen counter, biting her lip and could hear Manny's raspy moans get louder.

She had the hottest moans. No wonder guys love her. Jay got damn near obsessed with her. I don't blame him. I always envied Manny's beauty and sex appeal. I didn't have that..

Emma bit her lower lip harder as she turned her head and glanced back at the door, hearing Manny give one more final small shriek, her long brown hair sprawled around her pillow and her chest rising up and down as she caught her breath from climax.

I wonder what that felt like. It's stupid, but every time I try to, erm, yeah, well, I never come...not-not like THAT. That was hot.

Emma whipped around and headed to the soup; not believing she just heard and basically WATCHED her friend do that to herself and then think that. Emma felt like some creep now, and nervously stirred the soup with a spoon, and found her fingers shakey when she put it down.

How could she think this way about her best friend!? Or watch that. Or be turned on?!

Emma groaned, sitting on a chair and tightened her legs from the throb of her core. What the hell was this? She wasn't gay!

She was straight!

(((**)))

MANNY' S POINT OF VIEW.

All week, Emma had been wierd, almost like avoiding me. Stupid ass Kelly was always over too and sitting on the couch with her watching tv. So, I was going to go see a guy myself. Only in my dreams I could pretend that it would get to her like Kelly was getting to me.

"I'm going out." I must of scared of Emma because she jumped, turning her head with big skiddish eyes.

Seriously, what was up with her?!

I giggled and noted, "I'm going to Jays."

"I thought you dumped him." she was giving me the famous Emma glare down, like she knew I knew it was wrong.

"See yeah!" Kelly, so politely, waved and turned back to the tv.

It wasn't SO bad, what I was about to do. I wasn't in love with Jay, but he was like me, but in guy version, and a bit of a scumbag but a scumbag I trusted and cared for as a good friend. And I'm sure he would love what I wanted to offer right now because damn nabit, I needed it!

Finding out I had feelings for Emma, and having to walk around with her so comfortably half naked around me, well.. it did things to a girl who was a little bi curious. Or lesbian. Or, I don't know what I am. I just know I'm in love with her, but I'm going to go fuck Jay's brains out to get my mind off of it.

((**))

Jay opened his apartment door and I followed him in after. Same ol bachlor apartment he had before. I didn't care about that though. I turned and he closed the door for me to shove him up against it with my hands on his stomach.

"I need it, Jay." I purred in his ear.

I can feel him already hard against me. When I texted him to hang out, he texted me a second later. I knew we were broken up but I still had him wrapped around my finger. The whole drive here when he picked me up from my dorm was silent tension and him giving me those puppy 'I need you back' eyes. Jay Hogart didn't need ANYONE, he just loved the way I fucked him. Maybe that's as close to love as he'd ever find.

"Fuck dimples," he panted against my ear and picked me up, bringing me over to his kitchen. He pushed me up against his counter and I laid back, digging at his jean buttons. "I miss you." he cringed as he spoke and then looked down, watching me take out his hard on. He was a good size I gotta admit, bigger than Craig or Spinner..

"This doesn't mean we're back together." I warned, sitting up again and saw a look of hurt until I took off my top and that look of hurt was washed away with lust.

"Fine, whatever." he groans and grabs my breasts like a boy on Christmas.

"Way to take it slow." I teased huskily, and I knew he loved my voice and my moans. Everyone did. There was something about the sexy rasp in my voice guys loved, especially when I giggled. I wondered if Emma ever noticed it.

UGH! GOD!

"Fuck me." I pleaded Jay, shoving him away so I can hop down the counter and he fell back into one of the chairs but smirked.

He must be liking this. God I need a good fuck, a cock, and get myself to stop thinking of girls.

A girl.

I strutted over to his chair, and I just hiked up my skirt and sat in his lap. I ground against him until he grew hard. I grabbed his hard on that was shooting straight up for me and did it the favor of slipping into me and he throbbed inside me.

I leaned back and raked my nails over his chest. It was the nails that did it. It reminded me that I got my manicure with Emma today and Emma picked out the colors. Dammit, Emma!

I shook my head to clear the forbidden images from my mind and tried to focus on Jay and moan out loud to please him, "Oh god yes!"

He was groaning, head tossed back and eyes shut. His fingers rocked me back and forth on him.

"Oh yeah baby," he grunted. "You feel so good tonight." usually they had to foreplay, but I was already hot and bothered. Really bothered.

I began to bounce harder. The chair squeaked beneath us. His cock hit so deeply up into my core, and I began to sob in pleasure and need release.

"Oh god, fuck I'm coming." Jay announced.

"No-no, just wait!" I need to come !

"OHHH fuuck." his head lifted, looking down where I was impaling down on him and he panted, before tossing his head back and then I did it, I felt his hot load fill inside me and he came hard.

NO! I didn't..I wasn't even close yet!

He jerked a few times and my mouth fell, "No!" I slapped his chest. He just chuckled but jerked once more before he was soft inside me.

I got up madly and shoved his chest, "You asshole! I said wait." I walked to his bathroom.

I locked the door behind me, sat back on the sinks counter, my back to the mirror, and spread my legs. Sometimes, if you want something done right you have to do it yourself. I lightly tweaked my nipples, while my other hand traveled down to my sex. Two fingers thrust in and out of me, while I circled my clit with my forefinger.

I wish I could say that I was thinking of Jay, but instead my mind was on her - that evil crusader of mine.

I fluttered my manicured nails over my clit and teased my opening with a finger, until I digged it inside and I finally came. My legs shook, harder than it did when I had sex, and I held my breath before I screamed and bucked my hips up. I shuddered, and jerked my hips into my hand once more before collapsing.

Emma's giggles rang through my ears, haunting me.

I was leaned back against the mirror now, exhausted and panting.

I wanted Emma. And that's that. I satisfyingly ran my fingers through my long brown hair, exhaling happily and jumped down, off the sink.

I was going to try and seduce my straight best friend .

Author note: Reviews so I feel motivated to keep going please! My last Manny/Emma story didn't get much reviews so I gave up on it but I love the idea of them. REVIEW!