EroticReverie

*commission*

Skye

I'm on top of Avery, in my jean shorts and grey tank top, and she's in her pajama shorts and a sleep tank and I narrow my eyes at her. 

"Stop being such a bitch." I grit my teeth.

"Get off me you fucking freak" she snarls, her breathing heavy. I slip down and hover over her, my hair hanging down, and I see her inhale, her breath hitching as I bring my face closer to hers. 

"Why, would you rather be on top?" I ask quietly and smirk. 

She scoffs and snarls, her face growing red and flushed, and I pin her hands to the sides of her head on the floor and I slide my self down a bit more, moving myself down, letting my shorts brush over hers. 

She gasps and her eyes widen. 

"What do you think youre doing!?" she asks in forced anger as she pretends to pull her arms from me, but I grip them harder. 

"Did you leave cause you were jealous Avery?" I ask and find myself being a little evil, I shouldn't toy with her if she's seriously confused or scared of her sexuality. But I tell myself that she deserves it for all she's put me through. 

"Jealous of what?" She says, no longer fighting me, letting me pin her. 

"You saw me with Dakota." I say and I see the way her brows pinch and her lips tighten before her face falls back, and she puts on her unaffected mask. 

"I don't know what you're talking about....I had to leave...I had stuff to do." she says and I smirk. 

"You told me you had to leave cause you just couldnt stand to be around me anymore." I remind her and she huffs. 

"Same thing. Stuff to do that didnt involve being around you!" she says and tugs at her arms. I let them go. 

"Hmmmm...guess I was wrong then....I thought you saw me with Dakota in the bathroom..." I say and let my hips push into her just slightly, my larger breasts, pushing against her smaller ones through our tank tops. And I wish I could feel her nipples through my bra, pressing against mine, but my bra isnt thin enough. 

"Yea, guess you're just full of yourself." She says with a shrug and swallows hard. I smile. 

"Hmm" I say and bite my lip. 

"Her lips were so soft..." I say and Avery blinks, her nostrils flare slightly.

"Why are you telling me I don't car-"

"Her little moans were so cute." I interrupt and watch the rage build in her eyes, the fucking jealousy. Dakota was fucking right. Avery was curious. Avery was scared. 

"We grinded on each other while we made out..." I tell her and let my hips do the same, and slide my body to the side, letting my thigh rest between her legs. 

"I dont care, you're sick...get off of me." she says, but still lays there and I smirk when her hips push up slightly and her pussy searches for the pressure of pushing against my thigh. 

I watch her mouth part slightly and then she looks at me, at my mouth as I lick my lips. 

"She's such a good kisser" I whisper and bring my mouth so fucking close to hers, and I can smell her, her hair, her perfume and grind my thigh into her, giving her more friction and I smile slightly as she let's out a tiny breath, on the edge of a little moan. 

"mmmmm, I got so wet touching her." I let out a tiny moan, and Avery breathes out again, almost a pant and I smirk. 

"I put my hands all over her....my mouth...." I say and turn my head and let my mouth go to her neck , hovering at it's side. 

"I put my mouth all over her neck....kissing her....licking her skin." I whisper , my breath on her neck making her jerk slightly as her hips found a subtle rhythm , gently grinding my thigh. 

"You should've stayed to watch the rest of the show" I tell her and smirk against her neck.

"a  dyke like you wouldve loved what came next.." I say and she freezes. 

Avery

Did she just? My mind registers the words. Replaying them and then I push my hands to her shoulders and push her off me. 

She laughs as she lets me push her right off and sits to the side. 

"You're a bitch!" I say and stand up , scowling, so fucking angry. She played me. She fucking....she made me like it. She made me want her. So fucking bad. I fucking hated her. 

"And you're a jealous little dyke." She smirks at me from the floor. 

"I am not gay Skye.. sorry to burst your homo bubble." I say , crossing my arms, internally slapping myself for continuing with the hate talk. But it's what I'm used to using against her. 

"bi then....cause you seemed reaaaalllyyyy into it  Ravey" she says with a little smile. 

I tighten my lips. "Don't call me that." I say. 

She laughs slightly.  When we were friends for that first half of the year in middle school, we'd gave each other nick names, by rearranging the letters in our first name. I was Ravey she was Keys. 

She pushes up off the floor and walks over to me. I blink at her and I inhale when she reaches her hand to my hip gently , but I scowl and jerk away. 

"Nice try, lesbian." I say, afraid she's just going to laugh at me again and just going to-

All thinking leaves my brain as Skye reaches up, grabbing the back of my head and bringing her mouth right to mine. 

My eyes are wide, but they close after a moment and I feel every nerve in my body light up, feel a tingling from my head to my toes, and a surge of excitement, a surge of heat between my thighs as I let my lips push back against hers. 

After a second. I shake my head and pull back and go to open my mouth to stop her from continuing. I can't kiss Skye. I can't want her mouth as bad as I do. 

"Shut up Ravey" she says before I can even speak and pulls my mouth back to hers. 

I let out a tiny surprised  noise as her lips press back to mine. 

Her lips are so fucking hot, and her tongue, as it slips over my lips and her teeth, as they gently bite my lip and she kisses me again, pushing me back towards my bed. 

My heart is pounding and I've never , ever felt this with the guys I made out with, even having sex with them wasn't like this. I liked guys, I really did. But...they weren't her.  None of them brought out the fire that Skye had just released from me, that had been burning for her from the day we met. I'd buried it so well over the years, but her lips were setting it free. 

I could feel her tongue ring on my lips, on my tongue and I sucked on her tongue and she moaned quietly as she gently brought us onto my bed. 

My eyes fluttered as her mouth left my lips and I hated her mouth leaving mine, I hated it so much, but she made it better by kissing my neck, down to my chest, then licking her tongue back up and bringing her mouth to my ear as her one hand lifted to my side, stroking my side over my tank top. 

"I've waited years to kiss you Ravey" she whispers in my ear and I let out a tiny groan as I feel the pulsing between my legs. 

"Why did you make me wait this long?" she asks quietly and kisses my neck again. 

Suddenly I'm struck by the thought of her in the bathroom with Dakota. 

"Wait!" I push her up and off and she still hovers, bracing her hands on the bed, brows pinched. 

"what, what's wrong?" she asks panting slightly. 

"What about Dakota? Are you two dating or are you-"

She shakes her head. 

"We made out...that was it...we both decided we were better as friends...there was no spark." she says. 

I blink up at her. 

"Oh." I say and bite my lip. 

She smiles at me slightly. 

"what about....with me?" I ask. 

"Is there a spark? I ask. 

"There's more than a spark Ravey....we're on fucking fire." she says and leans back in, kissing me hard again. 

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Skye

I can't believe this is where I'm at. In Avery Alexis Porter's bed, kissing her. Fucking finally. I kiss her hard , because I can't stand to be soft right now. Not when I've wanted this girl for so long. Even when she was an unbearable cunt. She kisses so fucking passionately, I was jealous of every guy she wasted her kisses on. 

I wanted to fuck her in a million different ways. I wanted to taste her, god I wanted to taste her. 

Her body rolling under mine, those hips chasing mine again and her legs wrapping around me as we kissed, our tongues eager and starved. 

"Keys" she moans my nick name as I kiss down her neck again. I grin and keep kissing her skin. 

She pulls my mouth back to hers, grabbing my face. 

"dont stop kissing me" she pleads and brings her swollen , puffy lips back to mine. 

She whimpers as I grind into her, her hips against mine. 

"Let's take our clothes off" she pants. 

My eyes go wide and I lift up slightly. 

There's nothing hotter Avery could have said. Because I wanted to see her body naked. Not just the glimpses I'd had changing in front of her as friends, or at school in the locker room. But I wanted to see her bare, every inch of her skin, take it in. I wanted my skin against hers. I wanted us to both take off our clothes, but I also wanted more than this. More than just hook up, or make out session. I didn't just want to fuck Avery, I realized. I wanted her , period. 

I shake my head. "Not yet" I whisper to her and kiss her. 

"What? Why not?" she asks pushing me up. 

I sigh and lean down to kiss her and she scowls pushing me away again. 

"Am I joke?" she asks. 

I cock my head. "What?" 

"This....this is a joke....isnt it....like on the floor...." she says her lower lip trembling as her nostrils flare. 

"Avery, what? No." I say and slide my hand to her side, stroking her. 

"Stop it" She says and pushes my hand. 

"Quit it" she says and I look at her. 

"what, why are you acting like this...you're not a joke to me...I want this...I want this fucking more than anything Avery....I've wanted it since your annoyingly perfect face showed up next to me in the lunch room on my first day in middle school." I tell her and she blinks. 

She shakes her head. Swallowing hard. 

"This was a mistake." she says and pushes up and I feel my heart rip in half. Of course this could be so easy for her, to toy with me, then discard me like the kiss we just shared was nothing. Like we both weren't connected beyond just physically. 

"Avery...don't. Don't do that." I say as she sits up and pushes off the bed. 

She crosses her arms over her chest, hugging herself and not looking at me. 

"you need to go." she says quietly. 

"I don't want you here." she says and turns. 

"Avery...." I hate the crack in my voice. I don't cry in front of Avery Porter. not since she started aiming for tears with her bitch friends. I refused to let her make me cry. But this. This hurt more than defaced lockers and name calling. 

"I won't tell anyone." I say gently. Is that what she was scared of? ME outing her?

She scoffs. 

"As if they'd believe you over me." she says and I can't see it, but I know she's crying, and I see her hand move over her face, knowing she's wiping them. 

I let a single tear roll down my cheek and then move off of her bed. 

I walk over behind her, and see her tense, she knows I'm behind her. 

"I'll go....I'll leave..."I say. 

"Just...."I say as I step forward to her back and wrap my arms around her, she turns her head as I bring my lips to her ear. 

"Don't be afraid Avery." I tell her. "Of who you are...or what you feel." 

I hug my arms around her a little tighter, and feel her shake silently from her cries. 

"I'll be here Avery....always....no matter how you push me away....or how awful you are to me while you hide from what you feel...." I tell her and she shakes her head. 

"you're delusional...I feel nothing" she chokes out. 

still trying to be the stone cold bitch, even as she cries. 

"Okay." I say quietly. I kiss her shoulder, and release my arms from her, and I leave Avery Porter's bedroom.