Emily lay on her back as she stared at the ceiling. She'd tried to study but her head just wasn't in it. She couldn't ignore the feeling between her legs. She never could. Not when she thought about that blonde hair. Those sparkling blue eyes. That sneaky smile.
Emily sighed. Her whole body tingled as her gripped her thigh. She wished she could stop thinking about her friend but god, those eyes… that hair. She squeezed her eyes shut but that only made her see Alison on the inside of her eyelids instead.
Sometimes she thought her hand was possessed. It seemed to move without her permission. But god, it felt so good. She was already so wet.
"Hey, Em, your mom let me – "
Emily yelped in surprise and quickly, hopelessly, pulled the blanket over her unbuttoned jeans.
"Ali, what are you doing here?" she tried to snap but it came out as more of a whine.
Alison looked to the door and back to her friend, "Your mom let me in…" she smirked, "She said you were studying."
"Oh, um, yeah," Emily nodded meekly, "I was just taking a break. I was napping."
Alison snorted, "Bull."
Emily's face felt hot as she tried to stammer out a response, failing miserably and staring at the blanket her hands gripped tightly.
Alison tilted her head, "It's cool. I get distracted when I study sometimes too," she shrugged.
"I was just tired," Emily managed to mutter.
Alison rolled her eyes as she sat on her friends bed, with no intention to give her embarrassed friend the privacy she desired.
"Em," Alison sighed, "I'm not stupid. I know what you were doing."
Emily huffed, "Can we just not talk about this? Please?"
Alison chuckled, "What were you thinking about?" she ignored her friends' request, "Don't tell me it was that Ben guy."
"It was not!" Emily growled.
"Fine, so then who?" Alison asked curiously, though she could already guess.
"Ali," Emily whined, "Please don't ask me – "
Alison grinned, "Come on. You can tell me. We're best friends, aren't we?"
Emily clenched her jaw and nodded, "Yeah, but this stuff is like… private."
Alison sighed, rolling her eyes, "Friends don't have secrets, Em," she paused, watching the blush on her friends' cheeks, "I know you want to tell me," she half-whispered.
"I so don't," Emily mumbled.
Alison moved a little closer to her friend, touching her hand lightly, "Why not?"
"Because," Emily answered weakly.
Alison laughed, "Because is not an answer, silly."
"God, Ali, why do you always have to be like this?" Emily grumbled.
Alison chuckled, "Like what?" she asked, feigning innocence, "Am I getting you all… riled up?" she smirked.
Emily groaned, "Ali – "
"Just tell me and I'll stop," Alison interrupted.
"No, you won't," Emily said sadly.
Alison bit her lip, "Em, just say it," her voice was gentler this time and swung her legs onto the bed, crossing them. She squeezed her friends' hand in her own.
"You already know," Emily mumbled, unable to make eye contact with her friend, "Don't you?"
Alison hesitated before nodding, "Yeah," she whispered, "I think I do."
Emily sniffed and blinked out a tear, "I'm sorry, Ali. I just want to be your friend forever, I don't know why I keep thinking these things and feeling these things. You're my best friend and I don't want to lose you and – "
"Em, stop," Alison wrapped her arms around her crying friend, "You're never losing me," she whispered, "Sometimes…" she bit her lip, "Sometimes I think about you too," she said quietly.
Emily couldn't believe she'd just heard her friend say it, "Wh…what did you say?"
Alison fought her instincts to deny it, "When I touch myself, I think about you," she whispered, "I can't help it. I've tried not to but whatever I think about, it always comes back to you, Em."
Emily pulled herself free of Alison's arms, wiping her eyes, "Are you teasing me?" she asked a little suspiciously.
Alison smiled, "I promise I'm not."
Emily frowned.
Alison leant forward and pressed her lips to Emily's. Emily blinked a few times in shock before closing her eyes and savouring every moment. But Alison didn't pull away. In fact, she pushed Emily down gently and crawled over her, barely breaking their lips apart.
Eventually, panting both girls had to stop.
"You taste nice," Emily barely whispered.
Alison smiled, "So do you. Do you think… can I stay here tonight?"
Emily nodded, "Definitely."
Alison grinned, "You know, you still haven't said it."
Emily blushed, "Ali – "
"Please," Alison's eyes were wide, "I said it. You can say it."
"Fine," Emily huffed, "I was thinking about you when I… touched myself."
Alison smiled, "Does it feel good?"
Emily nodded, "Really good… does it feel good for you?"
"Really, really good," Alison answered, "But I bet it would feel better if… " she trailed a hand down Emily's body.
Emily gulped, "Um, ah, um, can we just kiss again for now?"
Alison nodded, "Sure," she sounded somewhat relieved, "I don't really know how to… anyway. I mean… kissing is fun."
Emily giggled at her flustered friend. Alison rolled her eyes and hit her gently.
"Don't laugh at me," Alison grumbled.
"I just never see you so lost for words like that," Emily giggled.
Alison growled, "Shush up."
Emily's eyes shone, "Make me," she challenged.
Alison grinned and pushed her lips to her friends' again.