It was the middle of the night and Diane was wide awake in her bed, her mind still reeling and overthinking from the events of yesterday.

"Why can't I stop thinking about it? I can't even remember having sex with her," Diane internally groaned. "I can only remember afterwards: her tired, angry face and her naked body, her sexy, naked bo-" Diane's cheeks flushed red as she covered her face. "Quit thinking that, Diane, you're being fantasising about someone you barely even know,"

Still, the fantasising continued long into the night until Diane eventually fell alseep…


(Warning: NSFW Ahead)

Diane was completely naked, and her wrists were tied to the headboard of Sarah Lynn's bed. She anxiously waited for… something to happen. Straddling her was Sarah Lynn, who was naked; the pop star was running her fingers through Diane's hair, mumbling something to herself.

"H-Hey, Sarah Lynn. I don't mean to be pushy, but what are you gonna do to me?"

Sarah Lynn giggled, which made Diane feel a warmth in her chest.

"It's a surprise, the safeword is Red," Sarah Lynn said as she leaned into Diane; planting kisses up and down the length of her neck.

Diane moaned at each kiss, earning a chuckle from the woman on top of her.

"You're so sensitive," Sarah Lynn teased as she continued to kiss Diane on the neck

"I-I'm sor-" Diane's apologies were interrupted by a loud moan as Sarah Lynn bit down hard.

"Don't be, dumbass, it's cute," Sarah Lynn pulled her head away from Diane's neck to get a good look at her. "So damn cute,"

"Thanks, you aren't so bad yourself," The two women giggled.

"I love you Diane,"

"Love you too-"


"-Sarah Lynn…" Diane mumbled as she woke up "Sarah Lynn?" Diane looked around, turning red as she realised that she had just dreamt about…

"Oh my god, oh my fucking god!" Diane buried her head in her hands. "She probably doesn't even want anything to do with me and here I am-" Diane's self loathing was interrupted by her phone ringing.

Diane looked over, the call was from Mr. Peanutbutter, she picked it up and held it to her ear.

"Hey Diane, how'd last night go? You left the party pretty early,"

"Ah, y-yeah it was fine; just decided to go home is all!" Diane mumbled.

"Really? Are you hiding something from me Diane?" The dog sounded suspicious, something about Diane's panicked tone rubbed him the wrong way.

"No, of course not! You know parties aren't really my thing,"

"Oh yeah, glad that's settled; bye Diane!" Mr Peanutbutter hung up, and Diane breathed a huge sigh of relief.

She laid back down on her bed, chiding herself for being so perverted.

"Wait!" Diane had an idea. "I just gotta distract myself so that I don't think about her,"

Diane rushed into the living room in her apartment and quickly put something on, something to occupy her mind so she doesn't have sex fantasies about former child stars.

"It sounds so much worse when I say it like that, why am I making this so much worse than it is?"

Diane tries her best to just focus on the show she was watching, angrily groaning whenever her thoughts would wander over to Sarah Lynn.


"Ugh, I don't even know why I'm thinking about her so much. Well, I know why, it's pretty obvious but like," Diane tried to think of what to say to herself. "She pretty clearly isn't gonna like me back, so why am I still thinking about her?"

"Your telephone is ringing. I'm Ira Glass. Thank you for being a sustaining member of public radio. Everyone has a story, and your phone's story is… that it's ringing..."

Diane's phone interrupted her train of thought, she quickly accepted the call from the unknown number and held it up to her ear.

"Hello, who is this?" Diane asked, both relieved and annoyed at the sudden interruption.

"Hey there, is this uhhh… what was your name again?" A familiar voice asked, one that Diane did not want to hear right now.

"D-Diane, who is this?"

"Oh yeah, this is Sarah Lynn, hope you didn't forget about me," Sarah Lynn paused for a moment. "Come over to my place later today, I wanna talk to you,"

"Can't we just do it over the phone?" Diane asked, anxiety clear in her tone. "It's not like-"

"Nope, I wanna see you in person; I'll text you my address real quick, see you there!" Sarah Lynn hung up, leaving Diane speechless and worse than anything, uncertain.

She flopped down on her couch, head in her hands.


"Bad news, she doesn't not want anything to do with me, this sucks,"