ALI's POV.
"You, I want you" Emily mumbles so low that I'm able to hear it just because I'm literally in top her.
The fact that she actually said it aloud and is not scared about it amazes me, it's exciting but I was feeling this way since I saw Emily's priceless reaction watching the movie, and that moan, that was incredible.
I'm not her only weakness, are women in general. I little part of me, had to confirm that Emily was completly gay, even when I've caught her staring at girls repeatly I kept thinking it would be awesome to be the only object of her desires, but oh well, even me have to accept that it wouldn't be realistic.
I move more to rub her cock and I can feel it, she's so hard and big, this is exciting. I already won the first part of the game making her have a boner, now, I have to make her inner horny demon come out.
Ja "Come out" saw what I did there? I'm hilarious.
"How do you want me?" I ask her.
She doesnt respond and that frustrates me, she's supposed to let herself go and tell me the nastiest things, just like in the twilight fanfictions. I guess she have a better self-control than Edward Cullen.
But i'm fine, people act as I please sooner or later, specially Emily, nevertheless, getting her out of her shell is more complicated than I thought.
I take the remote control from the desk without separating from Emily's legs, to turn off the tv, the sex scene was over and it already accomplished its mission here.
I catch the brunette looking down at my croth, her gaze is intense and predatory, I never saw her like that but it demostrates me that there is much more about her than she shows to the world... And I kinda like it.
"Mmm" I moan unconsiously and she raises her eyes immediately.
"My neck hurts so bad" I try to dissimulate.
"Are you ok?" She asks me with honest concern, her voice is a mixture of sweet Emily and the horny one, resulting in a very sexy tone of voice.
Typical Emily, taking care of people even in the most inadequate situations.
I feel myself getting wet and I wonder if she can feel it too.
"I dont know, I slept so bad yesterday, but I heard from your teammates that you usually give them incredible massages when they feel sore, would you give me one please?"
"Yeah sure, turn around" She says nerviously without realizing the double meaning that her words could have.
Ok Alison, snap.
I turn around so my ass is the one rubing her hard rock and I force myself to suppress another moan. I know she is confused, thinking about why I haven't said anything about it.
But Im puzzled too, why isn't she in panic?
why hasn't she apologized?
why isn't she begging for my silence?
That's how the Emily I know would react.
She begins doing slow circle motions over specific points of my neck and shoulders, sending plessure through my entire body.
"What a hidden talent" I think, wondering how many girls has she given this type of massages, how many girls have been in this same position with her, putting aside the boner part of course.
Are her intentions totaly innocent at helping her swimmates? I dont think so.
Who would know? Emily has her ways...
Little mermaid? More like little perv.
Her soft and warm hands are wonderfull at it, fuck it, I will moan and enjoy this as much as I want, besides, it will make her hornier, what is exaclty what she needs to stop being so shy.
I kill two birds from one shot. Perfect.
She starts to apply more pressure with her thumbs and I sigh. She continues a little harder, and I begin to pant softly nonstop.
"Yeah right there"
"Harder please"
"That feels awesome"
Some minutes pass and her breath is irregular and her hands are shaking. My pussy is highly sensible and bathed in moisture, I need her to make a move NOW or I don't know what will I do. Come on Em, kiss me.
And then I remember!
I've been with some boys before, and all of them had in common something in particular...
"EMILY" I moan her name, she groans and grabs me by the hips, attaching me closer to her.
Bingo!
She's way too similar to a randy teenage boy.
"Alison" she whispers. She never calls me by my whole name, unless she's mad with me.
Well, interesting...
"I know you can feel me" she says with total confidence, it's sort of intimidating, but hot at the same time.
I stand up to sit on her legs facing her again, and I whimper at the touch between my center and her cock.
"God Alison" she groans and I cant stop myself from grabing her dick over her jeans.
"You knew, didn't you?" She asks me sharply.
That takes me aback, it's the first time that she uses a harsh tone with me, or with anyone actually. I don't know what to say, so I just try to kiss her but she pulls me away.
Did she reject me? What the hell?!
"You had enough fun" she says furious now, there is no pain or sadness, just anger.
And that scares the shit out of me, I never saw her like this.
"Em, calm down" I say softly, rubing myself against her, she's still aurosed, so I use it to distract her.
I give her a sweet smile to convince her that I'm being genuine, even when im not. I pant and the brunette shut her eyes, and graps my thighs again.
I did it. I got her.
She stands up with me in her arms leaving me with no other option but to wrap my legs around eyes reflect a disturbing spark that takes my breath away. I'm pretty sure is the same gaze the murderers have seconds before killing their victims without mercy.
She breaks the space between us and kisses me.
Bang, the murderer attacked.
Her kiss is different from what I expected it to be though, she goes rough, her lips moving violently with mine. The kiss is full of passion and lust, but rage and guiltiness too. Four things I wouldn't relate my sweet Emily with.
Her kiss should be tender and gentle, maybe clumsy, its her first kiss after all, How does she manages to seem so skilled?
Wait... this is her first kiss, right?!
I know her better than anyone else, this most be her first kiss, she would have told me otherwise, right?!
I want to pull apart displeased with the posibility of someone else being the center of her attention, fury suddenly taking over me, but she doesn't let me go so easily.
Her hands grasp my butt, causing me to gasp, she takes advantage and thrusts her tongue into my mouth. We both pant at the feeling confirming my suspicions, she definitely did this before.
Emily is hidding more secrets!
She's not the only one angry now.
I'm the one who should lead, not the other way around, much less by Emily Fields.
So the battle begins, tongue versus tongue. Fire is traveling through our sweaty bodies and our hands increase the heat between us, caressing each inch of skin that could be found.
She grips my boobs and squeeze them, looking like a child with a new toy.
The sensations are completily overwhelming, but im not giving up. I try to remove her hoodie but she stops me, the bronze girl doesn't seem to give in neither.
She walks us to the kitchen and place me delicately on the shelf, she takes a moment to look me in the eyes and I'm able to identify tenderness and caution in her expression and I sigh with relief, finally my Emily is back, the one I can control. But before I can sing vicotry her brown orbs darken, warning me that her evil twin is back. She attacks my neck this time, sucking and spreading kisses and little bites that slowly melt me.
"God" I whimper and I can feel her smirk against my skin. How she dares? She's mocking me!
Ok enough, im going to make the tables turn.
I move my hands from her back to the zipper of her jeans, her breath cuts out and her kisses cease.
She's nervous, I sense it, no need to see her face.
I continue with my path and my right hand invades her jeans and then her boxers, I touch her big hard boner without any fabric in between for the very first time and I start to rub it, up and down, up and down, making the tanned girl weaker with each stroke.
My left hand just fondles his abs through her shirt.
When did Emily got those? I really should go to her swim practices more often.
Her erratic breath becomes into moans when I grap her dick and jerk it much faster than before.
I'm giving a hand job to the official Rosewood's good girl.
"FUCK" she groans loudly.
She cursed!
I shouldn't be surprised after how far we've come, but is the first time I hear her say something more "nonladylike" than "damn" or "freaking" since forever, and is so hot to finally hear it from her own mouth, and is even hotter to think that i'm the cause of that amazing effect.
"Dont stop" She demands whith a throaty voice. I see her hands made fists at the sides of my body, her knuckles are white of how tight she's holding them.
And I continue, speeding up my rythm.
"Oh fuck Ali"
"Yeah Ali, like that "
"SHIT ALI, FASTER"
My panties are practically soaking thanks to all the things she's yelling.
I can tell by the flinch of her body that she's about to come, it's my signal. I stop my motions abruptly and her head instanly leaves the gap between my neck and shoulder. She throws me her singular puppy look, questioning my actions, begging for more.
She tries to formulate words but it takes her a few seconds to recover.
I wont lie, im proud.
"What the hell Alison?!" She exclaims, showing shadows of the defenseless version of herself again.
This is the moment I have to put her in her place, if not she will think she can stand by herself, that she has some power over me.
She doesn't.
I wanted to free her inner demon but I have to lock it back into the bottom of her soul, so deep that she couldn't find it unless i want it to. However, is difficult when I want her to return the favor, I want to release from this burning feeling, my core hurts like a bitch.
"What are you waiting for? Keep going" the swimmer wakes me up from my mental argument.
Who does she think she is? She can't order me.
Fuck this shit, I"ll take care of myself later.
"I dont have to continue anything Emily, I already got what I wanted, I finally know how to do this right so I won't doubt in front of boys"
Pure silence, the tension that once was sexual, is just tension in its whole.
The brunette seems numb, showing a emotionless face. She was expecting this.
Did you want it worse Em? well, you'll get it worse.
"Thank you honey, really, you being a freak was finally usefull, maybe it's your purpose in life, be for the use of others, a tool for practice" I say with fake enthusiasm, my words injected with cruelty, remembering that someone else kissed her first.
"And don't worry, your disgusting secrets are safe with me"
For the first time in my life I find myself unable to read someone else emotions, her eyes (the so called soul's windows) are a mistery right now, but a small amount of tears threaten to show up let me know that I touched her where I wanted to. She doesn't cry though, she pulls apart from me,closes her eyes and takes deep breaths. A cold feeling hits my body, craving for hers.
I study her movements looking for any clue of what she's thinking about, she fixes her jeans and picks up her blue hoodie.
When did it end on the floor?
She turns around without saying a word and I can't glance any type of embarrassment or sorrow in her actions. I need a response, this is not power, this is... I dont even know what is this, but it doesn't feel good.
"I"ll walk you to the door" I say trying to sound happy, desperate to get any kind of feeling from her new hollow being.
Nevertheless, she doesnt react and heads to the exit with me beside her.
I open the door and before she walks away I say:
"I hope you get to do something with that" refering to the bump still visible in her pants.
Suddenly, she pushes me against the wall taking me by the wrists, her face milimeters apart from mine. Her eyes are pure fire, contaning black flames that match her hair. Her breath is heavy and unsteady. Is the worst state in which i've ever seen her, and her grip is getting stronger.
"I know you're delighted because I desire you" she whispers sending shivers into my spine. She looks me straight at my eyes and smiles mischievously at my obvious fear.
"But you should be terrified too, because I finally hate you"
And with that, she goes away leaving me completly disorientated.
EMILY'S POV
What did I do?!
What the freaking hell did I do?!
Its 1:35 am and I havent sleep a bit since I left Ali's house. When I got home I had to go to the bathroom first to take charge of my issue and then I ate some mac n cheese.
Classic.
After that, I laid down in my bed right away, being impossible for me to stop thinking about all that happened.
Why did Alison do that? She never went that far before.
It's because she knows I have a dick? And when and how she even knew?!
The things I did, the things I did to her!
I'm so screw...
Why did I act like that? I replay the past events in my mind, over and over again, but I still cant recognize myself in them. From where did those impulses come? That girl, it wasn't me.
I feel like all of it was a messy, hot and horrific fantasy. My conscience just shut down and my body acted.
I didnt have an idea of how much anger I was keeping against Alison, yeah, I get mad and sad each time she flirts with me to later see her kissing with some random guy, but today or should I say yesterday, when I realized that she was playing another sick game with me... this time touching a very delicated topic as me being intersex, she crossed a line.
Each little heart break, each lie, they all blended inside me and I couldn't contain them anymore, so I just exploded. The worst part is, I don't believe that everything went out, there are more stuff waiting to detonate.
Culpability consumes me when I recall her icy blue eyes in fear, but at the same time a pleased feeling creeps from the deep of my broken heart. I cant stop thinking that maybe she deserved it, maybe she needed a spoon of her own medicine to understand how it's to be controled, used and manipulated. The sensation of begin scared of someone that you want.
"A tool for practice" "Freak"
When she called me like that I woke up from the fantasy, my soul came back to me and I was aware of what was happening, I was broken again by the same person for the millionth time in my life.
"I hope you get to do something with that"
It wasn't the worst thing she said, it was almost silly compared to the other insults, but that was the point.
After Alison told me all those vicious things, she just made that stupid comment with a grin in her flawless face, she didn't care about my feelings, or me at all.
I just thought about the irony because I care a lot for her and I hate it, I wanted to prove her that I wouldn't care anymore, thus my body went into autopilot once more.
"But you should be terrified too, because I finally hate you"
Those words slipped from my mouth filled with hatred. Do I hate her? I doubt it, so why did I say it? And why should Ali be scared about it?
It was clearly a threat, maybe a promise. About what? I have no idea, I just know that something about it was quite serious and murky.
Nonetheless, it didn't surprise me any of her words, I always daydreamed about what would happen if she ever found out, and it wasn't much different from the reality.
Everyone think I'm this happy positive person, and I am, however, when it comes to the blonde I always expect the worse. Sure, I keep a few hopes, but they are nothing like tree years before, those great expectations I had...
I was dumb enough to believe that one day she would see me as I see her, I didn't know back then what I wanted from her. She was different from Aria, Hanna and Spencer, and I didn't know why.
Yes, I know now the answers to all of those questions and it took me three years and a entire roller coaster of self understanding and acceptance. A roller coaster I took by myself until someone joined me.
I'm still working on the "acceptance" stage because thanks to the religious, conservative and perfect family I have grown with, it still feels wrong to be me.
Especially when Alison put me in tricky situations.
It's been less than a month since I said "I'm gay" aloud and not in my mind.
In that moment it became real. In that moment I realized that my life would change, that my future would change, and sadly, how people would see me too.
I'm still coping all this, trying to keep it together, waiting for my mom to not notice my inner struggle. I love her and she loves me, but would she continue loving me if I told her the truth?
And my dad, I don't even want to think about it. He's an ejemplar father, husband and colonel.
He goes away several months, so each time he comes back I attemp to only have the best and greatest news for him, nothing less. First places in swimming competitions, high notes, good behavior, intachable reputation and nothing of trouble or bad influeneces.
My cellphone vibrates interrupting (thanks god) my thoughts.
"Hey girl, up for an adventure? ;)"
A text from a potential bad influence, what a perfect timing.
"Yes, what do you have in your crazy mind?"
"Wow, did you say yes?"
"Yeah, I think so"
"I'm happy but are you drunk? is freaking 2 am and you have school in five hours"
"I don't rly feel like going"
"Omg, you'll ditch classes! I'm proud :)"
"Ok, if you keep acting so surprise I wont participate in whatever you have planned"
"Jeez relax, I'm sorry. I swear If I didn't knew better, I would say you're in your period"
"Ja ja, so funny"
"Put some presentable clothes on grumpy ass, I'm there in 20 mins"
I'll regret this but Alison will ruin me, better have some fun while I could.
SECOND CHAPTER, what do you think? Thanks to those who left a review. THE STORY BEGINS TO MOVE FASTER FROM HERE, more characters coming. Im excited with this story. EMISON IS ENDGAME! Sabrina is bethany.
