It's been pretty hectic, so after long last here is the POV you've all been waiting for.
ALLISON POV
With a stretch, I wake up in bed, and still laying down open my eyes. My brows furrow as I feel my heart pounding, and a particular pressure down south. Then in flashes, I remember the dream I woke up from. Understanding how weird it was and being unable to shake off the feeling of being hot and bothered, I go and take a shower. I turn on the water and as I am waiting for the water to get warm, I step out of my clothes. Now fully naked, I turn and test the water temperature with my hand. Finding it to still be lacking, I turn to my counter and grab a brush from its surface and begin to brush out the tangles from the night. My bathroom is small but still nice. It has a counter the length of the room, with a single sink on the left side near the wall. On the wall above the counter is a mirror which covers the entirety of the wall space. Opposing the counter and sink is the shower-bath combo, and separated by a small wall is the toilet and a set of cabinets. Still brushing my hair and waiting for the water to get sufficiently warm, I face my mirror and assess my appearance. I've never really had an issue with self-esteem, and I've always realized that I am attractive. I look at my face and appraise the curve of my jawline, the firm but still full style of my lips, and the shape and color of my eyes. As I am studying my own face, I suddenly see a different one smiling back at me. For a second I get lost in the eyes of that beautiful girl, and then I have to physically shake off the dream. Still brushing my hair, I shift my eyes down and look at my breasts. They're not very big, but they don't sag, and they're still cute and plump. But then I'm looking at the breasts of someone else, albeit through a shirt and bra, but I can still see their lovely curves. I shake myself out of it again, and decide to hop in the shower in an attempt to fully get these images out of my head.
I feel the hot water pour down my shoulders and back, and I relish the comfort I receive from it. After I shampoo my hair I apply the conditioner and let it sit, and run my loofa filled with body wash across my curves. I wash my body in a less than cute way, but pause as I wash my secret garden. Letting the hot water run down my front, I get an image in my head of that same woman, and I briefly consider using my fingers to remove her face from my head and the tight feeling from my body. But then I remember just who it is that I'm thinking about, and shake the idea out, thinking to myself that it would be weird if I see that woman later at work knowing that I had masturbated to the thought of her earlier that morning. I quickly finish up and get out of the shower. I dry off, and get dressed and ready for work. After all, it was Monday morning, and I had a class to teach. I teach English and Literature at Rosewood High. It isn't always an amazing job, but on those days when I'd rather just go back to my apartment and binge-watch some Netflix show, I see a particular lady who has a habit of always making me smile.
In a daze, I get through the majority of the school day, and after what seemed like an eternity the bell finally rings for lunch. Knowing that that woman would be awaiting me, I hurried to the teachers' lounge. I push open the door and I immediately spot that woman - Emily Fields. I smile at her, grab my salad from the fridge, and go sit down at our usual table. We small talk for a little bit, and when the conversation gets to a lull, I remember that I had to tell Emily something. I lean forward, "Oh! I almost forgot! I was called back by one of the landlords that we saw when we went apartment hunting together, and I have fully moved in to my new apartment!" She grinned, "Oh congratulations! Which one is it?" I replied, "It's that single bed, single bath that had the best kitchen out of all of the apartments, and we thought it's living room was really nice and spacious." Her eyes widened in recognition, "Oh that one! That's so great!" I beamed at her and said, "You should come over this Friday, so we can fully break it in with a movie night!" Her smiled widened, "Sounds fantastic! I'll bring the popcorn!" After that we talk for a bit more, but then the bell rings. Sadly we resign to talk later, and we get back to our respective classes. With newfound excitement, I go back to my classroom and finish the day with a smile.
After long last, I get back to my apartment and fix a quick dinner. After changing out of my work clothes and eating, I collapse in bed. With a smile on my face, and an image of a beautiful woman in my mind, I fall asleep.
The week seemed to go by slower than usual, but that may have been because of my excitement for the weekend. After an eternity, Friday evening finally comes, and I could not have been more over-joyed. At a crisp 8:30 PM, I hear a series of knocks on my door. I practically skip to my door, and upon opening it wide find exactly who I was hoping for - Emily. With a grin, she holds up a box of microwaveable popcorn and a bottle of strawberry daiquiri mix. I laugh and usher her inside, whereupon her entry I shut the door and take the items she brought from her and go to the kitchen. I pop a packet of popcorn into the microwave and turn it on. Then I grabbed two large milkshake glasses from the cupboard and turn around to the island behind me to being making the daiquiris. As I uncap the bottle of white rum I pulled from the cabinet, I ask Emily, "Soooo, what do you think of the apartment?" She laughs and says, "I saw it with you a while ago. No really, I love the way you've set everything up. It looks nice and cozy." I smile and take a moment to blend up the ice for our drinks. Finishing up the daiquiris, and pulling the popcorn out, I head over to Emily and get set up on the long couch facing the television. We talk and drink for a bit, and when we realized that both our glasses were empty, I got up to make us another round, and Emily set up the movie. In true movie-night fashion, we start off with The Notebook. Throughout the evening we laughed and we cried, and there were several times where I looked at Emily with a feeling in my chest that I couldn't quite identify. At around one in the morning, Emily and I are both liquored up, and we finally realize how late it is. I look at Emily, and tell her, "There is no way you are driving home tonight. So this movie night has just turned into a sleepover!" She laughs, and asks, "Do you have a tank-top I could sleep in?" I replied, "Of course!" I grab her a tank-top, and with a silent understanding, we both climb into my bed.
With each of us laying on our sides facing each other, we talk quietly for a few moments. Then I told her "Goodnight!" and without thinking, I lean towards her and give her a kiss goodnight…on the lips. I pull back and the both of us share a certain look. She leans forward and reciprocates another kiss. She pulls back and looks deeply into my eyes. I move the covers aside, and climb onto of her. I lean down and kiss her gently. She slides her hands up my shirt, and unhooks my bra. She fully pulls off my bra, and then slides her hands down my down the length of my body and into my pants. Her hands cup my southern cheeks, and I kissed her more passionately. Wanting more, I skipped pulling off her bra, and went straight for the goal. I slid my hand down her slender body and slipped two fingers inside her. She held me tighter and moaned into my mouth. I pumped my fingers slowly at first and then in a split-second changed pace so I was furiously moving my fingers in and out. She panted and moaned, "Allison." After that she came hard. Her entire body tensed up and she arched her back, still moaning my name. Still not entirely used to having sex with a woman, I just wipe her juices from my fingers on my booty-shorts. She smiles at me and sits up, positioning me so I was now sitting on her lap with my legs placed firmly on either side of her own. She moved her hands up and held my waist as we kissed more. I put my arms around her neck, and pressed my body into hers. She pulled away slightly and began kissing my neck occasionally whispering my name. She pulled my shirt off and kissed my breasts. I moaned, "Emily". In a moment, I was too wrapped up in her kissing my breasts to notice that her hands were moving. She moved her hands to position me better. She moved me so I was now laying flat on the bed, and she kissed my lips again. She sat up and pulled off my shorts and underwear. She studied my body more intensely than I was this morning. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to trail them down my arms. When she got to my wrists, she moved back up and planted her hands on my breasts. She trailed them down my body and stopped at my hips. When she got to my hips, she leaned in and kissed my panty-line. Then she swiftly buried her face in between my thighs and shoved her tongue in my secret cove. I gasped and grabbed the covers moaning loudly. About two minutes into her pleasuring me, and grabbed her shoulders and moaned, "Emily… Emily… Emily, stop." She stopped abruptly, and looked at me. I brushed her hair from her face and said quietly, "I want to taste you while you taste me." She smiled a less than innocent smile, and sat up. She moved to my side and turned around so she was now straddling me with her ass facing me. I sat up and whispered in her ear, "Small problem…" I kissed her neck and pulled the problem to her knees. I laid back with my back propped against my pillow and headboard, and raised my legs with them bent at the knees. I planted my feet firmly on the bed. Emily turned her head and with a sultry voice said, "This isn't how you usually 69, but I like it. This will be more fun." She pulled her hair into a messy bun using the hair tie that was on her wrist. Then she turned her head at me, and said, "Prop up more cause my legs are going on your shoulders." I did as she said, and she positioned herself. Her body was now pressed up against my own. I shuddered as I felt her against me. Without a word she pressed her head in between my thighs again and slithered her tongue into me. I gasped and reciprocated. We continued until each of us came at the same time. I lapped up her juices happily, as she did with mine. We untangled from each other, and each put back on all of our clothes. We went to sleep facing each other.
Morning came, and I woke up to Emily's smiling face. "Morning sleepyhead!" She said. I laughed and stretched. When I looked back at her she had a troubled look on her face. I asked her, "What's wrong?" She sighed and asked, "Did anything happen last night? I was pretty liquored up, and I can't remember much after the end of uhhh I think it was Trolls." My face portrayed nothing, but my mind was racing. "Haha, nope. You fell asleep on the couch and so I put you in a tank top and carried you to bed." She smiled and replied, "Alright then! So, breakfast?"