Thanks for all the delicious feedback, it's sexarific.
The lyrics at the beginning are from the Linkin Park song "Breaking The Habit".
Chapter 6
Memories consume,
Like opening the wound,
I'm picking me apart again
March 27th 2003
She kisses her way down my neck, my body tingling with every chaste touch. She's muttering and murmuring, her raspy words not reaching my ears, her breath heightening my arousal.
Her fingertips rake up and down my forearms, the cheap vodka in my bloodstream clouding my judgement, slowing my reactions, adding to the delicious tingle she's creating. A transparent potato-based haze making my head swim and my skin twitch with anticipation. Her mouth moves lower, her tongue lashing out to dampen the flesh beneath. My head rolls back, body arching into her, an empty vodka bottle and half eaten slice of birthday cake sides into my view, we shouldn't be doing this. There is no one in the world I trust more, or would rather be doing this with, her lips are the only ones I could ever want on me. But I know it's wrong. We're friends, just friends, that's all two girls are ever supposed to be. I want to stop her, to push her away, to remind her that we're both so young, that this is a huge step, and that our friendship will never be the same again, but my brain feels so heavy, weighted down by shot after shot of colourless alcohol. My arms feel like lead as I push her body away from mine, her pyjama covered form rolling onto the other side of the bed, cheeks flushed, she breathes heavily, an inebriated grin lazily sitting lopsidedly on her pink lips.
I snuggle into her side, various sections of our exposed flesh pressing together, our skin burning on to each other's. Her left arm languidly wraps around my curved back, her husky voice thicker than usual as she starts to whisper. My stomach drops to my knees as her words reach my ears, my lips automatically pressing against her neck, her voice wavers, her skin jumping under my warm mouth.
The alcohol sending both of us to sleep, the first time either of us had consumed any, we were unprepared for the full effect, the fear of what was to come the next day – a hang over maybe, possible vomiting, or just a simple headache perhaps – never once crossing our minds.
I watch her chest steadily rise and fall, my head swimming with her actions; the feel of her lips, the muttered sweet-nothings, the shame I can still feel crashing through my body. Trying to quash the guilty bile that's rising in my throat, I nuzzle my nose into her neck, inhaling her; she smells so good. And if feels so good to be in her arms, but she said that she loves me and I can feel the shame stirring again.
I slam my eyes shut, trying to avoid her and the feelings that she invokes in me, breathing in deeply my senses are assaulted by Ashley Davies and my body becomes victim to my own fatigue as I drift into a restless sleep.