Note: This chapter contains (well, basically IS) a sex scene. So if you're not into that kind of thing, you can skip this chapter with minimal impact to the story. :P Thanks for reading!
"You look lonely there in your big bed."
Jess leaned against the doorframe of Emily's bedroom.
Emily looked up from her phone. "I'm not."
"No?"
"No. I've had company here. It's not as nice as being alone in it."
Jessica slinked a little further into the room. "Who's been lucky enough to make it into Emily's queen bed?"
"No one who was worthy of it." Emily leaned back against her myriad of pillows and set her phone down on her nightstand. She hadn't been doing anything with it anyway. Just trying to pass the time.
Their eyes met as Jess sauntered over to the foot of her bed. "Bad memories?"
"Kind of." Emily moved over and let Jess sit on the bed's edge.
Jess crossed her legs, shaking one foot idly. "You know, I saw you."
Emily averted her eyes, taking a sudden interest in her bland, minimalist black-and-white bedroom décor.
"You knew what I was doing, Em. You didn't have to see it to know."
"They don't deserve you," Emily mumbled.
Jess leaned down a little, accidentally exposing a bit of cleavage from beneath her oversized t-shirt. "Hm?"
Emily tried to avoid looking at her. Even as she was now, Jess was still beautiful – and she still appealed to Emily in ways she'd never fully wished to acknowledge. In her youth she'd feared those feelings, as if they were going to tear apart the very fibers of her existence if she so much as dared to entertain them. Now that game just seemed so…trivial.
"They don't deserve you." Emily spoke more clearly the second time.
"Oh." Jessica rubbed her forearm awkwardly. "Well, they help me make a living, so…"
"I know." Emily settled her gaze upon her at last. "I just hate it."
Jessica reached a hand out and settled it on Emily's shoulder. Emily tensed, but didn't pull away. "I don't feel any kind of way about those guys," she said. "When they disconnect, they're gone."
"Okay, whatever." Emily kept her gaze averted.
Jess hesitated. "But, you know, there are some people in my life that I really love. People I wouldn't mind baring everything for, and not as a business thing."
Emily rested her hand on the bedspread, a few inches from Jess' leg. "This bed's full of bad memories," she repeated, "but…maybe they could be overwritten by good ones."
"Yeah?" Jessica's lips curled into a tiny smile.
"Yeah." Emily couldn't muster a full smile, but Jess' reaction told her Jess got the point. "Know where I can find any?"
"I might be able to help you with that." Jess got up and walked around to the other side of the bed, where she then slipped in under the covers. Emily flashed back again to the old days. Her hand sought out Jessica's under the blanket. Jess took it, and squeezed it tenderly.
"I thought I knew how to be an adult by this point," Emily said. "But I'm starting to realize I don't actually know a fucking thing about it."
"Same here." Jessica propped herself up by one elbow and looked down fondly upon Emily. "At least you have your shit together, though."
Emily laughed mirthlessly. "I do?"
"Definitely. You're a CEO! You're rich, you have your own house, your own car, your license…"
"I fucked Mike last week," she blurted.
An abrupt silence fell over the two of them. Jessica stared at her, eyes wide, mouth slightly open, as if she were trying – and failing – to produce a response.
Finally she made a small sound.
"You did?"
Emily squeezed her eyes shut and massaged her temples. "I shouldn't have said anything. I've just been hating myself for it ever since."
Jessica's gaze softened. "Are those the bad memories?"
Emily nodded. "Apparently all it takes is some basic fucking decency and I'm reduced to a quivering mess with no self-respect."
Jess' hand remained linked with Emily's as she drew closer to Em under the blankets. "You said you wanted to overwrite those memories."
"You'd still want to be near me after me telling you that?"
Jessica's answer came in the form of a soft peck on Emily's cheek. Emily turned to face her. Jess looked so beautiful draped in Emily's expensive blankets and her own threadbare but oddly cute clothing. It was like their sleepovers of old, but it was different now. They were no longer two giggling girls swapping juicy gossip. They were women. Two women…but Emily was finding that that didn't really seem to matter to her all that much anymore. She felt she would be attracted to Jessica no matter what gender she was.
Emily caught Jess as she was moving back from her cheek kiss. She planted her lips on the soft flesh of Jess' throat. Jess made a tiny noise of surprise, but did not resist. In fact she practically melted into Emily's arms when Em nibbled at her neck. Her hands found their way to Emily's back and began toying with her shirt, teasing her as she exposed just the tiniest bit of her skin.
The way Jess' breathing turned shallow and ragged excited Emily more than she'd anticipated. She drew back from her momentarily, taking in the sight of her stunning best friend.
Jess licked her lips, drawing Emily's attention to them. She'd wanted to kiss those lips since she'd first started feeling feelings like that. Back when she thought girls could only kiss boys. When she used to fantasize about if she were a boy and Jess was her loving girlfriend. When she'd filled an entire notebook with weird and probably terrible poetry that she'd convinced herself was from the perspective of a random male and definitely, one hundred percent not from her own point of view.
"Do you want to kiss me?" Jess asked, breaking Emily out of her nostalgia.
Emily faltered. Saying "yes" was a direct admission of her feelings. Of all the things she'd labored to conceal way back when. But saying "no" would yank away the chance at something she'd wanted for literal decades now.
In that best friend way of hers, Jessica picked up on Emily's hesitation and rephrased the question. "Do you want me to kiss you?"
That was perfect. It took some of the weight of confession off Emily's shoulders, and wouldn't make her responsible for actually initiating the act. "Yes," she said breathlessly. "Please, yes."
In the next instant Jessica's lips greeted Emily's, with all of Jess' usual enthusiasm. It was like nothing Emily had ever felt before. Her lips were so soft, and her chin and cheeks didn't scratch Em with stubble like she was used to. Her heart fluttered as Jess placed a hand under Emily's chin and held her gently in place.
Kissing Jess was so different from kissing Mike. She didn't feel like Jess was attempting to dominate or placate her. She felt like kissing an equal. A perfect counterpart in size, power, and firsthand knowledge of all the right ways a girl liked to be kissed.
It didn't take long for the kiss to deepen, with Jess and Em both tugging each other closer. Emily surprised them both in settling one hand on the front of Jess' shirt. Jess broke the kiss just long enough to look down at Em's hand, and then up at her face.
"Is…this okay?" Emily asked awkwardly.
Jess smiled a slow smile. "Oh, it's more than okay."
With Jessica's say-so Emily clumsily ran her hands over Jess' chest. She'd never touched another woman like that before. Jess giggled as she guided Em's hands up under her shirt. Emily squished the padding of Jess' bra, hesitant to delve beneath it. Taking the initiative, Jess pulled her own shirt off and tossed it to the floor. Then she reached around and unhooked her bra.
"Pull it off," she said, leaning toward Emily. Now unhooked, her bra could easily be yanked off. Uncertainly, Emily tucked one finger between the cups of the bra and then eased it down Jessica's arms. It slid off, exposing Jess' ample breasts.
Emily balked. Jess giggled some more. "You like?"
Emily nodded dumbly. They were nothing like hers. Her own breasts were small and rather angular. Jessica's were large, round, and inviting. So inviting, in fact, that she couldn't resist sinking her hands into them and molding the squishy flesh between her fingers. Jessica made a tiny sound of pleasure. Emily felt her nipples harden against her palms.
Jess leaned back, allowing Emily to kneel over her and explore more of her upper body. It was strange – as someone who owned all the same parts Emily would have assumed playing with another woman's body wouldn't be very interesting or exciting. God, was she ever wrong. There were so many differences, some tiny, some massive, that all came together to form a totally new and interesting thing for Em to investigate.
She hesitated a little over the faded scars that crossed Jess' chest. She didn't want to let Jess catch on to what she was looking at, so she moved past them and tried to distract herself away from dwelling on the painful reminders. Thankfully she had a lot to be distracted by.
One of Jessica's hands reached up and tangled into Emily's hair. She combed through it a few times, then pulled Emily down closer to her chest.
"What are you doing?" Em asked.
"Just wanna try something. See if you like it."
With just enough force for Emily to find strangely exciting, Jess pushed Em's head down until Emily was practically smushed against her breasts.
"Put your mouth on me," Jess said.
"On you?"
Jessica guided her to the nipple of her right breast. "Open your mouth."
"What? Why–"
Jessica arched her back a little, pushing herself into Emily's mouth. "Try suckling on it."
"Are you serious?" she asked, her words partially obscured by Jess' flesh in her mouth.
Jess simply laughed in response.
Unsure whether she was joking or not, Emily gingerly closed her lips around Jess' perky nipple and suckled uncertainly on it.
Jess moaned quietly, stroking Emily's hair some more. "Mm. I love that."
As much as she was loathe to admit it, something about the act turned Emily on quite a bit. She ran her tongue over Jess' sensitive flesh, looking up into her best friend's eyes as she did so. Jessica played with Em's hair some more, but she was also subtly pushing Emily's head down. Keeping her in place.
Even though she'd technically been more intimate with other people in the past, for some reason she felt more connected to Jess in that moment than she'd felt with anyone else before. It was just such an intimate position, her head being cradled, her hair stroked while she pleasured Jess with only her lips and tongue.
She wondered how it would feel to pleasure her in other places. Or to be pleasured by her.
As if reading her mind, one of Jessica's hands began to creep up the front of Emily's top. Emily groaned softly as Jess went in for the kill, sliding both hands under her simple black bra and grasping Emily with her warm, eager fingers…
Jessica laughed again, snapping Emily out of her increasingly-aroused mess of thoughts.
"What?"
Jess ceased her laughter. "Nothing."
"What was so funny?"
Jessica tittered a bit. "They're just…so little."
It took Emily a second to realize Jess was talking about her boobs. "Hey, screw you. I don't need big boobs. They'd just get in the way."
"Oh, I agree! And you're right, they really do." Jessica massaged her some more. Emily's flash of annoyance began to dissipate as her brain directed more and more attention to the possibility of sex and very little else. She felt as though she could simply melt under Jessica's soothing caress. No man had ever touched her like this.
Emily barely remembered removing her shirt, or her bra. She was too lost in the kisses they were exchanging and the fact that Jess had pressed her bare flesh against Emily's and it was cold and yet warm and she was rubbing her hardened nipples against Emily's and oh my God. She felt as if she could climax right then and there. No man had ever touched her like this because no man she'd slept with held the exhaustive knowledge of the way her body worked that Jess did. Em used to think Mike knew every trick to pleasing a woman. But he had never given her upper half enough attention to practically bring her to orgasm simply from that alone.
At that moment she began to feel a little sorry for all the women who believed they'd never be pleasured by anyone more talented than Mike Munroe. That group, of course, included her past self.
Suddenly Jessica dipped her head. A moment later Emily felt an enveloping, wet warmth as Jess suckled her like Em had done. She could see why Jessica enjoyed it so much. It was pleasurable, it drove her mad with lust, but it was also strangely relaxing, in a way. A garbled moan fled Emily's throat as she closed her eyes and focused on nothing but Jessica's sweet, rhythmic suckling.
"Oh my God, Jess."
Emily felt her legs spreading, pretty much of their own volition. That tended to happen when she was aroused – her body's way of reminding her it was ready for action at any time.
Jess glanced down at Emily's newly spread-eagled position. They were both still wearing their pants, but something made Jess smile again. This time she didn't offer an explanation. Emily followed her gaze downward, then realized with flushed cheeks what she was looking at. The crotch of Em's pants had a conspicuous damp patch right where her sweet spot was.
"Somebody's excited." Jess laid a hand on Emily's inner thigh. Emily sucked in a shallow breath. "Do you want to go all the way?"
"Yes. Yes please," Emily's words were run together, but Jess apparently managed to understand them. The gleam in her eye told Emily she was greatly enjoying seeing her in this state of horny desperation.
Jessica slipped one hand down from Emily's breasts and planted it firmly on the waist of Emily's pants. Emily felt her already-wet-and-ready nether regions dampen even further.
"Take your pants off, sweetie," Jess said.
The command was demeaning, yet it worked some strange magic on Emily. She immediately obeyed it. Hell, if Jessica had told her to pant and roll over at that point she probably would've done that, too. She was feeling some kind of way, and apparently learning a whole lot of new things about herself.
After tossing her pants to the floor, Emily sat and waited anxiously as Jess licked her first three fingers and slipped them under the band of Emily's panties. The moistened fingers ran torturously lower and lower, until they met with Emily's most tender area. To Em's surprise, instead of just shoving up inside her, Jess took her time rubbing and teasing the outer layers of flesh. Emily lay back and spread her legs wider. The pleasure was overwhelming, blocking out all rational thought. She took in every beautiful bare inch of Jessica as Jess stroked her at first slowly, and then at an increasing pace.
By the time Jess opted to pull Emily's underwear off they were completely soaked. She made a face at Emily as she dropped them away from the rest of their clothes on the floor. "Damn, girl, you're like a faucet."
"Your fault…for getting me to this point…" Emily panted.
Without any clothing to get in the way, Jess finally slipped inside her. Her free hand traced circles on Emily's lower stomach in the meantime, applying a little pressure with her palm and somehow adding to the already-maddening pleasure her other hand was providing. Emily could do little but gaze lovingly up at her, taking in the way her body moved, and how her breasts swayed just the tiniest bit with each rhythmic thrust of her fingers.
At one point Jessica's pace hit her just right. Emily wanted to tell her to maintain that pace, but she couldn't even gasp out the sentence. Her pleasure levels were rising with each passing second. The most she could do was nod and moan.
Jessica seemed to get the hint – she continued at that same speed until Emily felt a shudder run through her and then a sudden warmth spreading through her body. She moaned as the force of the orgasm claimed her for several long seconds.
When finally her body cooled down and she began to think rational thoughts again, Emily noticed Jess was smiling down at her. "I felt that," she said. "It felt like you were trying to grab me and pull me in."
Emily flopped backwards on the bed and took in several slow, deep breaths. "I think that was the best orgasm I've ever had."
"Now you owe me one." Jess winked at her. "And by the way, I don't usually top. I just took one for the team this time. Next time…"
Emily wiped the sweat from her forehead. "Pretty cocky assuming there's going to be a next time."
Jess held up her hand. It was so soaked with Emily's juices that globs of it were dripping off onto the bedspread.
"I think there's gonna be a next time."
Emily pushed her away with her foot. "Hate you, bitch."
"Love you, too."
As soon as the aftershocks wore off and Em was in full control of her body again, she sat up and eyed Jessica. "So…I owe you one, huh?"
"I mean, it would be nice." Jess batted her lashes.
A tiny smile found its way onto Emily's lips. "Fine. I hope you're ready now."
Jess squeaked with delight as Emily descended upon her.
