Hello again my lovelies! I loved seeing that you guys are reading this story. I'm sure you have noticed, but I have changed the writing style a little bit. I'm going to dedicate each chapter (or sections of the chapters) specifically in the POV of either Alison or Emily. Last chapter was Emily. So here's Alison...Enjoy ~3mison
Chapter Five: Part of My Existence
The next Monday...
Alison stood in front of her locker lost in thought. Emily hadn't texted her all day yesterday and she was worried. Granted, she also didn't text Emily yesterday, but she figured the brunette would have reached out by now. I wonder if she is freaking out about telling me she likes girls? Maybe I pushed her too hard to tell me? Maybe she wasn't ready yet? She seemed off at work that night. Fuck! Maybe I ruined things. I hope she's not freaking out about me touching her leg on her bed. I'm freaking out about it. I have no idea why I did that. Okay...maybe that's a lie. I just don't know what all of it means. There's just something about her that makes me want to be close to her. I've cuddled with my friends before, but that...that felt different. I can't believe I actually got turned on by touching her. She's gorgeous...but I am not gay. It's probably just because I haven't been touched by someone in a while. Maybe getting a boyfriend will fix this? I felt her heart beating when I touched her, and I heard her hold her breath. Maybe she was weirded out by it?? Ugh. I wasn't planning on touching her...it just sort of...happened. I think I'm just jealous of her tanned skin. That's all. That's gotta be it. I also snuck a peek at her while she was changing. Her back was so...muscular and sexy. Wait did I just think she was sexy?! Why am I thinking she's sexy?! That a girl is sexy?! Maybe I'm just fucking crazy. Or maybe not...? I remember when Hanna and I caught those two girls kissing at a party. They laughed it off and said they were just 'experimenting'. Maybe that's what I was doing...experimenting. Maybe Emily is completely fine and just not thinking about me at all. Maybe I'm being an obsessive psycho. I'm probably just overthinking it because of that feeling I felt between my legs when I touched her. Everyone probably feels those things and just doesn't talk about it. We're all just horny teenagers after all. God. I seriously need a boyfriend. "Bitch where the fuck have you been?!" A shrill voice interrupted her thoughts, making her jump. "Jesus Christ Han, you scared me," Alison said while clutching her chest. "Oh relax," Hanna said while leaning up against the lockers, "What were you in such deep thought about anyways?" Alison shut her locker. "Nothing. I'm just exhausted. I worked Saturday and Sunday night," Alison said nonchalantly while holding up her compact mirror, applying lipgloss. "Well jeez Ali! Why are you working so much? You need to ask for next weekend off because Noel Kahn is throwing a huge party on Friday night. Plus, Caleb is going to be gone visiting his mom in California," Hanna said eyeing her friend. "Okay, I'll see what I can do. Honestly I could use some socializing. I'm in desperate need of some boy time," Alison said grinning at Hanna. Hanna squealed with excitement, "Omg! Boy time with who?!" Alison stuffed her lipgloss back into her purse, "I don't know yet. All I know is I seriously need some sexy time," Alison said winking at Hanna. "You know that Bradley will be thereeeee," Hanna said suggestively while wiggling her eyes, "Everyone knows he has the biggest crush on you!" The school bell rang signaling it was time for the first class of the day. The two girls linked arms and started walking down the hall. "Bradley? Ew! He's probably still a virgin," Alison said with repulsion written all over her face. "Okay true! But it's not like he's your only option. Half of the boys in this school are obsessed with you!" Hanna countered. "Hanna, most of the boys at this school are nerds, freaks, or man whores," Alison responded, "There's no way in hell I'm catching chlamydia from some jock! But hey, would you care if I invited a new friend from work?" The girls stopped in front of their classroom. "New friend? Who?" Hanna asked curiously. "Her name is Emily," Alison said looking away. "Um okay...anddddd? I've never heard of an Emily here at Rosewood. You haven't mentioned her before?" Hanna pried. "Yeah she doesn't go here," Alison said dismissively. A person down the hall caught the blonde's attention: Paige. Ugh. "Um hello? Earth to Alison??" Hanna got Alison's attention, "Okay so who is she? Is she out of high school?" Alison ignored her friend and started walking to their desks. Hanna followed her friend and sat in her own desk beside Alison's. "Omg is she older than 21?! Can she hook us up with alcohol? Is that why you want to invite her?" Hanna asked in a hushed whisper. "No she's our age. She's actually homeschooled," Alison whispered back, turning her attention to her school book. Hanna made a face of disgust, "Homeschooled? Why are you inviting a weird homeschooler to come hang out with us?" Alison turned back to Hanna, "She's not weird Hanna," Alison said defensively, "Not all homeschoolers are losers. She's actually really fun. Rude much?" Hanna put her hands up in defense, "Geez okay. No need to bite my head off." Their teacher walked into the classroom to start their lesson. "I'm sorry. I just think it would be nice of us to include her is all. She's still somewhat new to Rosewood, and is having a hard time making friends," Alison said quickly before their teacher noticed the two of them weren't paying attention. Hanna leaned over to respond, "Okay-" "Ladies!" Mr. Fitz exclaimed, "Whatever you're chatting about can wait until class is over." The two girls nodded and focused on their teacher. While Mr. Fitz was explaining the topic of their reading assignment, Alison was watching, but not listening. I hope she'll want to come. Sneakily, Alison pulled out her phone and started typing. A text to Emily: "Hey superstar! Are you okay? I haven't heard from you in awhile. I was wondering if you would want to come with Hanna and I to a party Friday night?"
Alison was absentmindedly playing with her food with a fork at lunchtime. Emily still hadn't texted her back. It's official. I have officially scared her away. Maybe those touches really did freak her out. Maybe she is overthinking it too. I hope she knows I don't have an actual crush on her. She probably only wants a friend and I ruined it. I only want her as a friend too...she knows I'm straight right? Shit. She probably thinks I was hitting on her and she's nervous to tell me I'm not her type. Am I her type? Jesus Alison why are you wondering about that? I know I can be overly flirty with people sometimes. I just think it's so adorable when she blushes when I wink at her. And the way she nervously laughs at me...it's so cute. Did I really just think that? Cute? I don't have a crush on her...do I? I can't have a crush on her. Because I'm not gay!! Maybe I need to find a guy who looks like her. I did touch her skin because I thought her skin tone was beautiful. And I did think her back was sexy because of her muscles. That's gotta be it! Note to self: find guy who is tan and muscular. Thank god. Conundrum solved. No crush. I am still worried she hasn't texted me. I truly do care about her. She's so uniquely different from anyone else I've ever met. I told her that too... I wanted her to know that though. She's special. Maybe she's bored with me? Nobody has ever been bored around THE Alison DiLaurentis. "Ali!!" The same voice who interrupted her thoughts earlier in the day, scared her again. "What Han?!" Alison snapped. "Okay. Seriously. What the hell is wrong with you today? You're like really jumpy," Hanna questioned, "Were you even listening to anything I just said?" Alison, trying to cover for herself, "Yes I was! Nothing is wrong with me Hanna. Like I said this morning, I'm just tired." Hanna, not believing her friend, "Oh yeah? Then what did I just say? You're acting like your salad is more interesting than me!" Alison blushed slightly, "You were talking about you and Caleb finally doing it last Friday." Hanna raised her eyebrow, "I was, but common Ali. What gives? You've been acting all flustered and totally spacey today." Alison abruptly stood up from the lunch table. "You know what, this salad is making me nauseous. I think I'm coming down with something," Alison said lying to her best friend. Alison grabbed her purse and turned to Hanna, "I think I'm going to go home and ditch the rest of the day." Hanna, changing from suspicious to concerned, "Oh okay. Are you sure you're alright? Do you need anything?" Alison was already walking away. She turned back to respond, "No. Thanks though. I'll text you later okay Han?"
You're an idiot. Why did I decide to come here? Alison was nervously walking up the porch steps at the Fields residence. Fuck it. Alison rang the doorbell. Too late to turn back now. She waited for a minute or two. Actually maybe this was a bad idea. Just as the blonde turned to walk away, the front door opened. "Alison! Hi! What brings you by?" She was greeted by Mrs. Fields, "Aren't you supposed to be at school right now?" Crap I didn't think this through. "Oh yeah! My mom caught the flu and asked if I could leave school early to help her. I was on my way home from the store getting medicine for her," Alison lied. "Anyways, I decided to swing by and see Emily. She hasn't texted me, and I wanted to make sure she was okay." Pam smiled, "Oh well that's sweet of you. Actually, Emily came down with a nasty flu Sunday morning too. She's been sick in bed for the past 24 hours. That's probably why you haven't heard anything from her. Must be going around."That's why. Thank god. "Well," Alison paused for a short second, "Would you mind if I went up and saw her?" Pam grimaced slightly, "I don't know if that's the best idea. You don't want to catch what Emily has. She's really sick." Desperate to see her friend, "Oh I'm not worried about that Mrs. Fields. I spent all day with my mom yesterday," she said still lying, "So I've already been exposed to it." "Well, if you're sure," Pam said hesitantly, "You're more than welcome to say hi, but I'm not positive she is awake. She's been sleeping a lot." Alison smiled and nodded while Pam opened the door, welcoming her inside. "Head on up. You know where her room is," Pam directed kindly, "Try not to stay too long though. She needs her rest." Alison nodded again, "Of course. Thank you Mrs. Fields." Alison was headed to the steps leading upstairs when Pam said, "Actually, Alison, if you're fine with staying with her...I really need to get groceries and run a few more errands in town. I haven't been able to leave the house since she's been sick. Would you mind staying until I get back?" "Of course Mrs. Fields," Alison responded before she continued up the stairs.
Alison knocked quietly while opening Emily's bedroom door. The brunette's room was almost completely dark with the curtains drawn. "Em? It's me, Ali," she said as she shut the door behind her. As the blonde's eyes adjusted to the light change, she saw Emily in her bed sleeping. Alison slowly made her way to the edge of the bed, and sat down next to her sick friend. As quite as she tried to be, Emily slowly opened her eyes feeling the weight shift after Alison sat down beside her. Her brown eyes focused on her unexpected visitor, "Alison?" Emily asked in a sleepy voice, "What are you doing here?" Emily, still waking up and confused about her friends arrival, lifted herself up onto one arm. Alison noticed Emily wince in pain when she propped herself up. Alison reached out and gently ran her fingers down the sick girl's face. "I came to see you," she said in a hushed voice, "I hadn't heard from you so I was worried. Your mom told me you were sick with the flu. She just headed out to get groceries and run some errands." Alison moved to lay down beside Emily. In the same movement, but she gently grabbed Emily's arm that she was propped up on. Alison directed the weak girl to lay down with her. This time, Emily was the one laying on Alison. The blonde moved her arm around her friend's shoulders. "Ali..." Emily could barely speak, "You shouldn't be near me. You might get sick." "Shh...Just lay down and relax," Alison said softly, "I'm not worried about getting sick." Emily, still sleepy and out of it, laid back against Alison's chest. Emily made a sound of content...almost like a moan...a sexual moan. Alison felt a wave of sexual desire come over her body...straight down to her center. Oh god. Why am I feeling that again? She's sick, goddamnit. Get a grip Alison. "I'm sorry I didn't text you back Ali," Emily said with her sickly groggy voice, "I've been feeling awful." Alison used her right hand that was thrown over Emily's body to rub the brunette's arm. "It's okay Em, I was just worried...worried that I-" Alison stopped speaking. Emily, seemingly more awake, turned to look up at the blonde, "Worried about what Ali?" I love when she says my name. Especially like this...when she's sleepy. I wonder what it would feel like to wake up to her? "Nothing," Alison deflected, "I'm just happy to see you." Emily smiled and rested her head back onto Alison's chest. "I'm happy to see you too. You don't need to stay here Ali. I really don't want you to get sick," Emily said. Alison's hand that was rubbing the brunette's arm moved down to Emily's side, and ended up onto the swimmer's hip bone. She continued her soothing rubbing there on Emily's body, slowly working upwards, pushing Emily's t-shirt up until her fingers met warm skin. Emily made another soft moan from the reaction of feeling Alison's fingers on her skin. "Mm... that feels good," Emily said sleepily as if she was about to fall back into her slumber. The feeling between Alison's legs intensified...pulsing from the reaction that Emily made. She's literally sick and out of it, Alison. What is wrong with you? "I want to stay...if you'll let me?" Alison asked quietly while her fingers continued moving in circles on Emily's skin...soothing her. "I'm not going to be any fun," Emily replied, "I'm so tired from the cold and flu medicine my mom gave me." Alison responded with her gentle voice, "I don't care. I've just missed you." That sounded desperate. Maybe I am tho...I did leave school midday at lunch just to see her. I really did miss her. I missed being close to her. Even though she's sick, it feels so relieving to touch her. I missed this. Alison was startled as Emily suddenly jumped up from her bed. The blonde sat up on the bed, surprised, as she watched Emily run out of her room, clutching her mouth with her hand. Shit. She's going to throw up.
Alison jumped up from the bed and hurriedly walked/ jogged to follow her. She rounded the bathroom door and saw Emily hunched over the toilet, puking her guts out. Without a second thought, Alison rushed over to meet the sick girl. She grabbed the brunette's hair in a swift motion so Emily wouldn't get her vomit all over it. Crap. Too late. Alison noticed Emily's hair had gotten wet from the contents she was throwing up. Emily made a groaning sound, in pain, as she was finishing. Alison's hand was rubbing her back, while her other hand was holding up her hair. "Oh Em," she whispered soothingly, "Common, let me help you stand up." Emily lightly nodded while still on her knees. Alison grabbed Emily's waist, hosting her up and trying to steady the shaking girl. Emily turned around in Alison's arms. "I'm so sorry," she said weakly, "I didn't see that coming. I haven't thrown up since late last night." Alison brushed the rest of Emily's stray hairs from her face. "Don't say sorry Em. Are you okay?" Emily sighed, "Yeah...yeah I think so. God I'm such a mess." You're adorable even when you're a mess. Alison smiled at her, "Unfortunately I was a little late for holding up your hair..." Alison said while wrinkling her nose, "You got a little..." Emily looked embarrassed while grabbing her hair after she noticed Ali looking at it. "Did I get vomit in my hair? Shit..." Emily turned around to look into the mirror. Alison kept one of her hands placed on the flushed girl's back, "Let's get you into the shower. You can wash it out and it'll help you feel better." Emily nodded at Alison as she met the blue eyes through the mirror looking at her with worry. The soft brown eyes started filling with tears like they did last Saturday. This time, the tears were coming from exhaustion and pain. "Hey..." Alison broke their gaze in the mirror when she saw Emily begin to cry. "Hey," Alison said again with concern, "Let me help you." Alison knew how much throwing up drains the body, even aside from having the flu. She moved her hand that was resting on Emily's back towards the brunette's hips, guiding her to turn around and face her. Emily was looking at the bathroom floor while her tears ran down her tanned face. "I- I'm sorry," Emily said while her voice wavered. "Emily," Alison said firmly, "Stop saying sorry. It's okay," she said comforting her friend. Alison decided to take matters into her own hands. She let go of Emily's hips and walked towards the shower. The blonde flipped open the shower curtain and turned on the water. She walked a few steps back towards Emily who was watching her with weary eyes. "Let me brush my teeth first," Emily said with fatigue laced in her voice. Alison nodded and smiled. Emily turned around after brushing, with a look of pure exhaustion written all over her face. "Can I-" Alison said in a shy tone, "Can I help you undress?" Emily met Alison's gaze. After a few moments, hesitantly, Emily nodded. Tears were still running down Emily's face while she started to grab the bottom hem of her shirt, hands still shaking. Alison abruptly grabbed the sick girl's hands. "Let me," Alison said in a barely audible voice. The tone of the blonde's voice was not lost to either of the girls...even sick Emily. The air almost seemed to visibly thicken between them. Letting go of Emily's hands, Alison ran her own hands up Emily's arms slowly and gently. They travelled back down the tanned arms just as slowly. Emily visibly shuttered from the contact. Oh wow. I love seeing her body react to my touch. Even when she's sick like this. Alison smiled sweetly at her before she directed her eyes downwards. Both girls had their eyes locked onto the movements of the blonde's hands...both were holding their breath. Alison grabbed the bottom of Emily's t- shirt. Her fingertips grazed against Emily's stomach as she began lifting the shirt off of her. Emily audibly gasped. Holy shit. In one quick motion, Alison lifted the shirt off of her friend. Both of them let out deep breaths as Emily was left topless. Just as they let out their breaths, they both inhaled simultaneously. Emily didn't have a bra on under her shirt. Oh....Oh boy. Alison tried to keep her eyes locked onto the brunette's face. She snapped out of the moment though when she realized just how pale Emily was. Normally, her tan cheeks get lightly pink with blush. Why are you making this sexual? She's sick for Christ's sake Ali. Alison reached her hand out to cup Emily's face. "How are you feeling? You look really pale." She asked with care and concern. "A little queasy still," Emily answered. "Let's get you in the shower," Alison said to her while taking a few steps back, "Do you want some privacy?" Emily shook her head. "You can stay Ali," she said with a stuffy voice. She went to pull down her pajama pants with trembling hands, still weak from throwing up and running a fever. As she stood on one leg to take them off, she started to fall over. Alison quickly reached out to grab her hips again, stopping the brunette from stumbling. "Let me get it," Alison said, "Keep your hand on my shoulder," she instructed. Emily did as she was told as Alison bent down to help finish taking off her pants. Alison gripped one of the back of Emily's thighs, right at the very top of her leg. She used her other hand to tug the pajamas off of the tan legs. This is so...intimate. Emily leg go of her caretaker's shoulder as Alison stood up. Alison faced her again, and saw some shyness go across the sick girl's face. "Ali..." Emily said in a whisper, "Can you... I-I can't," Alison's heart rate increased tremendously when she realized what Emily was asking of her. Her blue eyes drifted down Emily's chest, her toned stomach, and stopped at her underwear. As much as she tried not to look at her bare friend before, she couldn't help it now. She's so beautiful. Immaculate. Every little detail is perfect. "I'm really dizzy right now," Emily said. The blonde gulped as she tried to re-gain her composure. "Y-Yeah. Of course," Alison said almost inaudibly. The blonde's heart was pounding out her chest. Jesus Christ calm down Alison. No biggie. No biggie at all. Her hands found the top of Emily's underwear. She paused for a moment and looked back into the brown eyes...looking for permission, even though the brunette already asked her to. Emily smiled weakly down at her, nodding. Can she tell I was asking for permission? Can she tell I'm nervous? Alison proceeded as her hands quivered against the warm skin of Emily's stomach. Just do it. Don't look. Alison gently started to pull down the blue underwear at a leisurely pace. She heard Emily take a sharp inhale of air as Alison's hands brushed against the skin of her legs. The blonde started to lean down to finish undressing Emily. Instead of placing her hand on Alison's shoulder to steady herself like she did a minute ago, Emily strung her fingers into Alison's blonde locks. Emily couldn't see Alison's face, but the blonde closed her eyes shut from feeling Emily's fingers glide through her hair. Holy shit. Oh god . Okay. Just finish it. You're just helping a sick friend. Alison tugged off the undergarment with the help of Emily lifting each legs. She tossed the underwear on top of Emily's pajama pants and shirt she discarded earlier. Alison didn't dare look back down at Emily's body when she stood up and faced her naked friend. Both girls didn't say a word. Alison maintained eye contact when she grabbed Emily's hand, guiding her to the shower. Emily smiled sweetly before she slowly stepped into the shower. Alison still held her hand as Emily gripped it tighter for support while she lifted her legs into the tub. Emily sighed loudly as the warm water ran down over her skin. She closed her eyes and rubbed her face once she felt relief come over her aching body. A second passed as Emily entered the water, and Alison quickly looked down at the brunettes naked figure. Damn. She felt her stomach drop and heat flow over her body once again, getting turned on at the sight of Emily. What is wrong with me? I've seen my friends naked a million times. I've never gotten turned on by that...not like I am now. Emily cleared her throat, startling Alison. She was previously staring at Emily's body. The blonde instantly felt heat run over her cheeks in embarrassment. Emily was looking at her with a smile... smirking knowingly. She's smirking at me. Oh my god she totally saw me checking her out. Shit. Alison ran her hand threw her hair, clearing her own throat. "Um so...you've got it from here?" She asked Emily has the heat in her face increased. "Yeah I think so," Emily said while tugging the shower curtain halfway across the tub. "Thanks Ali." Alison nodded and finished closing the curtain, completely putting Emily out of view. "So," Alison said in a louder tone so that Emily could hear her voice over the running water. "I'll just be in your room. Let me know if you need anything." Emily responded with an "Okay," as her friend exited the bathroom.
Alison leaned up against the outside of the bathroom door after she left Emily alone. Her breathing was short and fast as her heart was still beating erratically. Oh my god. I'm so wet. And I'm not wet from the shower water. Fuck. Alison covered her face with her hands, completely embarrassed. She caught me looking at her. There's no doubt about it. God if I was worried about scaring her off, I definitely will after that. But...she smirked at me...it's like...she knew. Could she tell I was getting turned on? You're such an idiot. Way to make a perfectly innocent, normal situation into something fucking awkward Alison. God I am wet. I've touched myself before down there...but I haven't ever been this wet. It's almost uncomfortable. I practically ran out of there from embarrassment. I wonder if she wanted me to stay in the bathroom while she showered? I just couldn't stay in there any longer. I know poor Em is sick. I didn't intend to get turned on. I couldn't help it. Seeing her...all of her...made my body react faster than my brain could keep up with. I'm completely breathless. I wonder if she could hear my heavy breathing while I was undressing her? Ugh. Alison left her spot against the door and walked back into Emily's bedroom. Once she entered her friend's room, she slowly made her way to sit on the bed. She picked up her phone and noticed she got a text from Hanna: "Hey! How are you feeling? If you're feeling better, want to come over and study for the History test?" Alison typed a message back: "Hey Han! I'm still not feeling the best. Sorry! Want to rain check for tomorrow?" After she sent the text, lying to her best friend, she took a big sigh. Instead of looking through her phone, she got up from the bed and started taking in the rest of the details in Emily's bedroom. She smiled looking at the trinkets Emily had displayed across her bookshelf. God she's so cute. Alison ran her fingers across the spines of the girl's books. Looking at every title and author, her fingers landed on a familiar book: Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. Isn't that the book Mr. Fitz just assigned for us? Curious, she took the book off of the shelf and opened it up. As she began absentmindedly flipping through the pages, she realized Emily had marked and highlighted certain words. Her fingers stopped on one page and read the highlighted portion: "You are part of my existence, part of myself. You have been in every line I have ever read, since I first came here, the rough common boy whose poor heart you wounded even then. You have been in every prospect I have ever seen since - on the river, on the sails of the ships, on the marshes, in the clouds, in the light, in the darkness, in the wind, in the woods, in the sea, in the streets. You have been the embodiment of every graceful fancy that my mind has ever become acquainted with." Alison released a breath she didn't realize she was holding. That's beautiful. Alison was about to look for more of Emily's marks in the pages, when she heard the shower water get turned off from the bathroom. Shit. Alison hurriedly placed the book back to its original place on the shelf. I can't let her catch me looking through her things. She scurried across the bedroom back to the bed, picking up her phone as causally as she could. I'm acting like a little child doing something I shouldn't be. As Alison was waiting for Emily to enter the bedroom, she faintly heard the girl call for her from the bathroom, "Ali?" Alison walked out of the room up to the closed bathroom door, "Yes Em? Is everything okay?" Emily replied, "I don't have a towel. Can you go to my closet and grab me one?" Alison paused for a moment. I physically cannot see her naked body again. I felt like I was going to explode. "Yeah sure! Give me a sec, okay?" Alison answered. A minute passed before Alison came back to the door with a towel for her sick friend. "I got it Em," she said. Emily opened the door and stuck her head out, "Thanks Ali," the wet girl said, "and thanks for helping me into the shower. I feel a lot better." "No problem," Alison replied while handing the towel to her. Trying to seem normal from the intense moment in the bathroom, Alison maintained direct eye contact with Emily. Doing so, Alison didn't pay enough attention while she was handing over the towel to Emily's outstretched hand. Figuring Emily had already grasped the towel, she let go. The towel fell to the floor. "Shit. Sorry," Alison said while she bent down to pick it up. At the same time, Emily bent down as well. The bathroom door opened up from Emily bending down. Emily was first to scoop the towel up. As Alison had forward momentum, the towel being swept up out from under her hand caused her to stumble. Instinctively, Emily caught her clumsy friend in her arms, dropping the towel back to the ground. Emily started giggling while she steadied Alison. "Look who's catching who now?" Emily asked jokingly while now fully laughing. Alison started laughing too as she adjusted her feet, still in Emily arms. The two girls' laughter died out as they made eye contact with their faces inches apart. The look in Emily's eyes shifted into something else. Alison's breath caught in the back of her throat. The brown eyes darkened with a look of desire. Once again, the vibe of the moment instantly changed. The two were heavily breathing onto each others mouths from laughing. She's so beautiful. Alison's eyes quickly glanced down, blushing, as she realized the brunette's naked body was pressed into hers. In the next second, Emily's eyes flickered down to Alison's heart shaped lips like she did last Friday night at the kissing rock. She does want to kiss me. Alison felt Emily move slightly to pull out of their embrace, taking a single step backwards. Emily glanced down to the floor, nervously, and went to flick her wet hair out of her face. "Sorry-" Emily began to apologize for her obvious nudity, while beginning to lean back down for the towel. Alison interrupted the shy girl, and grabbed Emily's forearm, stopping her from leaning down. "Don't be," the blonde said in a low, hushed voice. Emily eyes flashed up to Alison, seeing her blue eyes very obviously raking up and down her naked body. Alison remade eye contact with Emily. She took a slow step forward, closing the distance that Emily took away. "Ali-" Emily began to say in a whisper. Fuck it all. Before Emily could finish what she was going to say, Alison's lips gently and lovingly pressed up against her own. Emily didn't have a chance to even close her eyes before Alison broke away from the kiss. Both girls looked at each other with surprise. Did I just do that? Holy shit. Neither one of them stepped away from each other. They both held each other's gaze in shock. Emily took a exhale of breath slowly. She parted her lips, like she was about to say something...anything...but nothing came out. Alison, trying to gauge how Emily felt, smiled at the brunette, still being inches away. As soon as Emily returned the smile, Alison let go of her arm and reached up to cup her tanned face. Emily parted her lips again like she was trying to find words. I don't want to talk. Alison's lips suddenly found Emily's again. This time the blonde put more pressure onto the brunette's lips. Emily closed her eyes, grabbed Alison's hips, and pulled the blonde into her body as close as she possibly could. Emily let out a breathy moan as Alison deepened their kiss. Holy shit. Alison felt like her body was lit on fire. I need to stop. This is too much. What am I doing? The blonde suddenly pulled her lips away, breaking the kiss, still close enough that their lips were grazing each other's. "Emily," Alison said in a whisper, "I don't know what I was thinking-" Roles reversing, Emily placed her hands around Alison's face. The blonde shivered under the touch. "It not just you..." Emily said quietly while her voice trailed off. Not just me that feels this...connection? Their eyes locked in an earnest look. They connected their foreheads to each other's taking in the seriousness of what just happened. Emily intimately ran her fingers across the sides of her face. "We can stop," Emily whispered, "Do you...do you want to stop?" I don't want to stop. I don't ever want to stop. Alison shook her head silently. They were both breathing heavily. Without anything else said, the two girls connected their lips back together at the same moment. Alison sighed against Emily's soft lips, feeling relief from her small moment of panic. This feels so right. Boldly and unexpectedly, Emily slipped her warm tongue into Alison's mouth. In response to their tongues touching, Alison let out a moan that went directly onto Emily's mouth. Emily's hands dropped down from the blonde's face to her hips, gripping them tight...firm, but not rough. In return, Alison's hands found their place tangled into the wet brunette locks of Emily's. To Alison's astonishment, Emily took control of their bodies. The brunette used her hands that were placed onto her hips and pulled her backwards into the bathroom while their tongues were still dancing. Emily removed one hand from Alison's waist and used it to shut the bathroom door behind them. Alison gasped as Emily pressed her up against the door. Emily suddenly removed her lips for Alison. Don't go. Alison's eyes opened with concern, but as soon as she did she felt lips connecting to her neck. Oh. Oh shit. Emily lightly kissed down her neck. Adorning her pale skin with kisses. Alison tightened her grip in Emily's hair, feeling a overwhelming wave of desire. Emily moaned against her neck, causing Alison to arch her back off of the door and into the naked body of Emily. The brunette changed her light kisses into something more passionate, sucking Alison's skin at the base of her neck. She removed her lips and blew lightly onto the spot where she gave Alison a hickey. Emily instantly moved over to the other side of her neck and started to repeat the same action. This feels so good. She feels so good. I want more. Alison removed her hands out of Emily's wet hair and slid them down her bare back, her nails scratching against the tan skin. "Emily," Alison said in a low, breathy voice, "Kiss me," she said with desire and need. Emily moved back up to face the blonde. Their gaze didn't last long though due to Alison smashing their lips back together with haste. One of Emily's hands found its place back onto the blonde's cheek, while her other hand was placed up against the bathroom door, keeping the blonde locked in between. Their lips started a battle of dominance. Alison's hands that were gripping the skin of Emily's back moved around to her naked hips. She started moving them up the side of the girl's ribs, making their way up to Emily's boobs. Emily sighed heavily onto Alison's lips from the feeling of her fingers dancing across her bare stomach. Alison felt goosebumps across the tanned skin. Her hands barely grazed the top of Emily's boobs. Emily let out a soft moan when all of the sudden, a door slammed shut from downstairs. Both girls jumped simultaneously, staring at each other with wide eyes in complete and utter shock. Breathing heavily, they looked at each other in panic: Emily's mom was home.
To Be Continued
Ohhhhhhhh shit. That got a little hot and steamy ;). Do you think Pam will catch them? Sorry I had to end the chapter at that part...it was getting a tad bit too long and plus I want to tease you guys a little bit lol. Leave some reviews! See you next time. ~3mison.
