Waking up the next morning, Alison made sure to change clothes before exiting the room. She didn't want to make it more awkward and wear Emily's shirt in front of everyone, especially Emily.
She walked toward the living room and saw that Aria, Hanna, Spencer, Emily and Ophelia were already outside on the patio, eating breakfast.
Hanna looked up at her friend, "happy to see you are finally joining us". Alison returned a smile but kept quiet. She walked around the table, making her way to the only available chair, next to Emily.
"Goodmorning", Emily said smoothly. Alison internally rolled her eyes and ignored her friend. The conversation they had the night before was still playing in her mind. She didn't know what to think of it. What was she thinking to ask those questions? Alison needed closure and for a moment, finally getting answers seemed like a good way to get it. Unfortunately, the answers she got weren't what she hoped to hear. She hoped the brunette would have told her she had met someone else or that she never loved her. It would have hurt less. Hearing Emily say she had no excuse and just ran from her feelings was a hundred times worst. Emily loved her so much, she ran. How coward was that? She didn't know what to think of it. For years, Alison tried to wrap her head about the situation, imagining scenarios, trying to find a good enough reason. That was not a good enough reason. She couldn't think straight. Everything felt wrong.
"So", Hanna said, not noticing the awkwardness between her friends, "there is a pier not far from here, where we could go today. I overheard someone on the beach say that somebody was throwing a party".
The girls were silent, and Hanna took it as an opportunity to continue. "Well, if you want, it's up to you guys".
"I think we should go to the pier and attend the party tonight", Aria suggested. "Agreed, it sounds fun", Spencer replied. Alison shrugged, "yeah whatever, I don't care what we do".
Emily examined Alison with questioning eyes, before looking at her girlfriend, smiling. "Do you want to go?" Ophelia shook her head and looked at Emily with a flirtatious smile, "if it's okay with you, I would like to stay here and enjoy some time alone". Emily softly kissed her girlfriend's cheek, "whatever you want, baby".
Looking at Emily leaning closer to Ophelia, Alison felt a jealous rage hit her body. She was livid. She knew she had no right to be - Emily wasn't hers. She wished it was her that Emily was kissing. At that moment, surrounded by her friends, Alison felt lonely.
"All right, we'll leave for the pier in one hour. Be ready", Hanna said cheerfully.
The girls had spent the day on the pier, enjoying the view and the small gift shops. It was already dark outside and so, the girl made their way to the beach. As they walked toward the music, Spencer took the opportunity the speak.
"We all leave together, okay?" She asked. Looking at Hanna and Alison, she schooled "we're here to have fun, but keep your phone close if ever we search for you, we don't know anyone here". The three girls laughed. "Yes mom, no worries", Aria replied.
The air was light, and the music was surrounding them. Alison felt carefree. She walked toward the coolers on the ground with Hanna. She didn't know whom it belonged to, but she wanted a drink. She opened the top of a cooler and grabbed out a small pre-mixed gin can.
"Hey", a feminine voice said over the music, "what are you doing?". Alison froze. She had been cut red-handed stealing somebody else alcohol. Trying to play it cool, she looked at the girl with her signature smile, "just taking liquor from my cooler". She took another can and threw it at Hanna. The girl looked at Alison and Hanna with curiosity, "who are you?".
Throwing her hair above her shoulder with one hand, Alison replied, "I'm Ali and this is my friend, Hanna". Alison stared down at the girl, "who are you?" The girl smiled, taking a step closer, "my name is Abby". Alison made eye contact with Abby. "Well, it's nice to meet you, Abby", Alison replied sounding a bit too flirtatious. She opened her drink and took a sip. She couldn't help herself from being a flirt. The way the girl was looking at her made something come alive in Alison.
"You know you're going to have to pay for that, right?", Abby smirked, "it's my cooler". Alison laughed, "well, Abby, you have good taste in alcohol". Leaving Abby, Alison turned around, took Hanna's hand, and led the way to the center of the party, near the fire. Dancing on the sound of the music, Hanna shouted at Alison for the girl to understand, "She is super pretty". Alison looked at her friend with questioning eyes, "uh?" Leaning toward Alison, she said in the ear, "Abby is pretty". Alison leaned out, not getting the point, "yeah, she seems funny". Hanna was dancing, her body rhythmically moving to the music. She laughed, as she danced around Alison, "you're totally going to get laid tonight". Alison shook her head, taking her friend's hand to make her spin, ignoring her comment. They stayed silent for a moment. Hanna's eyes stumbled over Abby, who was talking to a girl, her eyes lurking over Alison. "She's clearly into you. It's so obvious even Jenna could see it", she replied. Alison softly pushed her friend and looked at her with a disapproving smile, "Hanna!" "Don't Hanna me, it's true", Hanna replied, unapologetically. The two continued to drink and after some time, Hanna left Alison alone to go check on Spencer and Aria.
Abby slowly approached Alison, pointing the liquor can in the blonde's hand. "You want another one?". Looking up at the dirty brunette in front of her, Alison laughed, "sure". "Wow, you have really cute dimples when you laugh", Abby mentioned. Alison felt her body heat up. Breaking her stare, Abby held a hand up to Alison, giving her a can, "I knew you would want one". Taking the can, Alison smiled. Abby took a step back and resumed dancing.
Alison eyed Abby's toned tanned body, taking her time to observe. The girl was wearing a white bikini with a tied top that she had paired with a blush maxi skirt with a slit. Alison kept watching as the girl swung her hips. The woman in front of her was completely mesmerizing. She felt an urge to get near her. Slowly, her body began to move closer, their body inches away from touching. Their eyes connected, and Alison felt her breath hitch as the moonlight reflected in the blue eyes looking right back at her. The tension between the women was palpable. Alison didn't move, obsessed with the sight of the women. "Why don't you kiss me", Abby replied flirtishly. Alison didn't reply and so, Abby continued, "I want you to want to kiss me so bad that you don't even ask". It was all it took for Alison to close the distance between them, capturing the women's lips in her own. It was exhilarating. She could feel the arousal pooling between her legs, and she wondered how it would feel like to have Abby's hands on her naked body, to feel her lips kissing every inch of her skin. Abby's tongue was brushing perfectly against Alison's in a heated kiss. It was like their body spoke the same language. Alison's hand moved on the girl's body, pulling her closer. "I want you so bad right now", Abby said huskily. Alison smiled when she heard the girl's voice. She leaned back, her eyes moving from Abby's lips to her eyes. She pushed Abby's hair back with one hand and leaned her head forward, planting kisses on the girl's neck, "me too".
Quickly, Alison took out her cellphone, letting the girls know she was going home. She took Abby's hand and called a cab.
When they arrived at the rented house, Alison proceeded to unlock the door, not without difficulties. As the door opened, they stumbled inside, Abby crashing into Alison, their lips clashing. Abby's hand wandered up Alison tight, slipping under the blonde's dress. The feeling was driving her wild. Letting escape a moan, she felt herself being pushed against the wall. She gripped Abby's hair as she began to attack the girl's neck with her teeth and tongue. Full of desire, Abby let out a moan, "fuck". They didn't even make it past the kitchen light. The two girls began to strip each other of the clothes that were blocking the skin contact. Alison didn't know how to control herself. She needed this so bad. She pushed Abby on the kitchen counter, but the dirty brunette rolled them over. She lifted Alison, surprised by how light she was, resting her on the counter. Abby smirked as her hands quickly made their way between the blonde's tight, spreading them open. Hungrily, Abby's fingers moved to Alison's flesh, feeling the warm wetness. At the feeling of Abby's touch, Alison exhaled a loud moan. The girl's finger entered her fold, making Alison's head roll back, "fuck, Abby". Hearing Alison panting, Abby steadies her rhythm as she adds another finger, "you're so beautiful". She looked at Alison, crashing their lips together. Alison sighed at the feeling of Abby's warm tongue. Alison's right hand grabbed Abby's right breast and her left hand traced down the girl's stomach. She could feel the muscle quiver under her touch, and it was all the motivation Alison needed to continue, "I want to feel you", Alison begged. Hearing that, Abby moaned. She removed her fingers from inside Alison and lifted the girl again, who wrapped her legs around her waist. Stumbling across the house, Abby opened the first bedroom door she saw. "No, not this one", Alison breathlessly pleaded, knowing it was Emily and Ophelia's room. Alison moaned, hoping Emily would hear. Desire flooded through Abby, "I'm going to fuck you so hard".
Lying in bed with Ophelia, both girls were wide awake now. They were awakened by the noise booming over the entrance. Trying to find some sleep again, they were interrupted by heavily panting and loud moans. Emily knew those moans. Hearing them again from Alison's mouth, knowing it wasn't because of her felt wrong. She wanted to rush in the kitchen and push whomever the blonde had brought over. She wanted to make the girl squeal, to make her scream. She wanted it to be her between the girl's thighs. Her right hand grabbed the bedsheet and her knuckles turned white. Breaking the silence in the room, Ophelia giggled, "your friend is having fun tonight".
"Yeah, she could have been quieter", Emily spitefully replied, "it's like she wants us to notice how loud she is".
Ophelia questionably looked at Emily. "Is there something you want to tell me?"
"No" Emily replied, "I'm just tired and I wish I could sleep without hearing my friend orgasmed".
Ophelia stayed silent, observing Emily's face. Suddenly, it all made sense. "You two used to be a thing".
Not daring to look into her girlfriend's eyes, Emily frowned, "We never were a thing".
Ophelia insisted. "I'm not blind Em. I noticed the way you look at her and I noticed the way she looks at you. She has been devouring you with her eyes since yesterday." Ophelia stopped, measuring her words, "and you have been too".
At that moment, someone brutally slit their bedroom door open. The girls heard a feminine voice and footstep walking in the other way. Emily knew that voice was Alison's and the loud moan that came after that confirmed it. Emily groaned.
Suddenly, Ophelia snapped "why didn't I know about you and Alison?"
"Because there is nothing to tell", Emily insisted.
Ophelia sat on the bed and looked down at her girlfriend. "I know you're lying. Just answered my question"
Emily looked at her with incredulous eyes. "You know what Ophe, I'm not doing this with you tonight".
Ophelia sighed, "you never do. You never talk about your feelings, you run from them."
Emily didn't reply to the comment. Ophelia continued, her voice loader now. She motioned her hand between them. "Something feels off Em, you have been distant from me for some time now and being here with Alison clearly isn't helping… Maybe we should take some time off".
"Oh my god, fuck! More, Em, baby please" Alison screamed as her orgasm approached. Abby was working miracles on her body.
Emily and Ophelia froze at the sudden moan. Did Alison moaned out her name? What a fucking coincidence. Emily turned her eyes to meet Ophelia's. She opened her mouth to speak, ready to defend herself. Before she could say a word, Ophelia raised her hand in the air warningly, "don't".