We ate dinner in front of the TV, both of us on our phones almost the entire time. When we were done we settled into the couch and half way watched whatever was on before Alison piped up.

"Want to find something else to watch, or wanna go do something else? Your pick."

"This is fine. I'll watch whatever you had on Netflix last."

She started a show I hadn't ever heard of. Lost in a season 3 episode, I couldn't hold my attention to the screen long. I leaned my head over to Alisons shoulder and rested it there. I could feel her breathing. She shifted her head to look down at me, and I was surprised to find that she was smiling. I smiled back up at her, and I waited for her to break the eye contact, but she didn't. The television droned on in the background, but it had lost both of us.

She put her hand on my knee and drew a circle with her finger. It was sharp and unusual and I loved the way it felt. It made me warm. It turned me on. I scolded myself for the reaction my body was having to this little bit of contact with her.

"My Emily..." she murmured. That was the end of the moment. She withdrew her hand from me and I felt cold and empty at the loss. Her focus went back to her show and I again felt stupid for imagining a moment that so clearly wasn't there.

Alison started to rub her shoulder and grimace.

"You okay?" I asked casually.

"I think I just pulled a muscle today in gym."

"Let me see." I said, extending my hands toward her. She immediately turned around and accepted my offer for a massage. I could feel the strands of muscle in her back as I tried to ease her pain. I hated that she was in pain. But I loved that I got to feel her soft body.

"Here." she said, readjusting herself. "It'll work better like this." She took her shirt off and I automatically tried to look anywhere but at her lacy beige bra. Even in the darkness of the room, the LED of the TV illuminated her pronounced chest. I blushed so hard I swear there was a sheen of sweat over my whole body. My hands fidgeted with each other to keep busy.

She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes fierce. "Touch me Em." she commanded. My mouth opened, then shut. She exhaled in evident frustration, and before I knew it she was turned around, blatantly showing off her breasts. Her stomach was flat under them; every part of her lured me in.

She took one of my hands in hers and placed it on her "hurt" shoulder. I squeezed slightly, but she only laughed lowly and shook her head. She placed my other hand on her waist. I stopped breathing and moving and even looking around. I was immobile.

"Whats wrong?" She asked innocently.

"Nothing." I lied. I was trembling. My hands didn't move from where she laid them, but they could feel the softness of her skin. I was worried because I knew my palms were getting sweaty.

"You can't lie to me. I know you better than anyone." she looked into me, and I knew she was right. She could read me like a book.

I didn't know what to say, so I just stayed quiet. She suddenly grabbed my leg behind my knee and pulled me toward her, laying my leg to where I basically had it wrapped around her waist.

"Take your shirt off Emily." She said without pause. Without hesitation. Without any self doubt at all. She knew what she wanted, and she was going to have it.

"Wh-what? No I-"

"Do what you're told." her eyes snapped up at me. I felt like if I didn't listen I would be punished, or that she would make me stop touching her, and even the most innocent of touches I shared with Alison were special. Everything i got to do with her drove me nuts.

My shaking fingers peeled off of her skin and found their way to the hemline of my shirt. I paused there, remembering that I was a little bit thicker than Alison. My skin was different, she was softer and smelled nicer. I couldn't have her this close to me being that exposed. I met her eyes, and there was a fire in them. My stomach fell from my body and I froze.

"I want to see you Emily." I felt a throb in my pants.

I managed to get my shirt off, and immediately following I scrambled to fix my hair.

"Don't bother. It won't last." She said. It took me a moment to understand, but when I did a streak of fear went through me. What was she planning? I wasn't ready to do a lot with a girl. A girl. Alison. She looked over my body, and every inch of me was on fire. She was raking my skin with her eyes, and I was confused. She was looking at me. All I had wanted was her attention, and now that it was undivided from me, I felt self conscious.

"I want you to take off your bra too."

"No Alison. Why? This is weird."

"Weird? You undress me with your eyes all day Emily Fields, now don't pretend like you don't want the opportunity to do it for real." I fumbled for a response in panic.

"Undress you? Why? I'm not gay."

"I told you you can't lie to me."

She leaned forward so close to my lips I could taste her breath. My eyes rolled back in my head. I could feel the electricity building in the space between our lips. I felt her undo the button on my pants. My hand grabbed hers and I could feel her smile.

"You're mine." She whispered, and even with all of my reservations, I knew that there would not be a more true sentence in my life. I was hers. Unequivocally.

I was dripping wet, and the sharp heat of the throbbing spread quickly to the rest of me. I spread my legs farther as she leaned forward to get on top of me. Her hand teased me, tracing from my underwear to my bellybutton and back again, making my hips press into her abdomen, hoping for traction. She leaned into my face again and my breath caught.

"Say my name."

"Alison?"

"Say it like you want me. I know you do. Stop fighting this, and just let it happen. Now say my name like you want me to let you cum tonight." She shoved her hand in my pants and violently rubbed my clit.

"Alison." I screamed.