EroticReverie

*commission*

Skye

I don't go back to Dakota's, instead I go home. 

I text Maxine, letting her know I'm not coming back. 

"That bad?" Max replies. 

"yea." I reply. 

"Where r u?" she replies. 

"Home." I answer.

"alone?" she asks. 

"yea" I reply. 

"I'm on my way over." she types and I immediately start to cry. 

I let myself breakdown, crying because I'm sad and hurt, crying because I'm angry that I'm crying. I've already cried over Avery. When she first stopped being friends with me and I realized why, I cried myself to sleep every night, because the girl I'd been falling for hated me for who I was. 

I'm sobbing , making myself sick when Max arrives. 

"Oh.." she says finding me with a bed full of tissues, curled up and holding onto my pillow still choking on tears. 

"Jesus, what happened ?" she says, walking over, picking up the tissues and placing them on my night stand then crawling into my bed behind me and holding me, hugging me. 

"I hate her" I cry, my voice cracking. 

Maxine was the only person who ever got to see me cry, and it wasn't often, because I didn't like crying in front of anyone. But when I did let myself be vulnerable enough to let someone see my tears, it was always Max. 

"Shh, it's alright" she says and strokes my hair along my hair line. 

Max would cry to me sometimes too, and we both comforted each other like mothers, taking care of each other, it was strictly platonic, and never because we were into each other, we were just best friends. We understood one another and trusted each other more than anything. 

"Do you want to talk about what happened or just lay here?" Max asked. 

"J-just lay here for now." I sniffle and she nods behind me. 

"Okay" she replies quietly and squeezes me tighter. 

"I love ya Sterling , okay?" she says and I nod. 

"I love you too." I tell her. 

We both knew that dark thoughts were a thing so many teenagers had, and it was more common among those like ourselves. So we made sure, especially during times like this, when we had no real way to console one another, or anything else we could say. We'd make sure that the other knew they weren't alone. That they were loved. 

I turn in her arm and look at her. 

"She's...such a....fucking bitch" I say my voice choking on my breaths as I still try to stop crying. 

"I know" Max says and grabs a tissues and blots my tears. 

"Dakota told me her theory...and I think she's right...it's no excuse for her actions...but it would make a hell of a lot of sense."  Max says and grabs more tissue and blots my face as I groan and turn onto my back. 

I sniffle and then feel like I want to scream. 

"Im so SICK of crying over her Max!" I yell and she just nods beside me. 

"I know." she says softly. 

"FUCK!" I yell and then clap my hands to my face and just keep sobbing. 

"What can I do Skye?" Max asks and I cry harder. 

"I dont know" I sob. 

"you can go" I cry. "you dont have to stay here." 

I knew it was pointless to say, Max wasn't going to leave me like this, just like I never left her when she told me to during her episodes. 

"I'm staying Skye" she says. 

"ok" I say my voice cracking and she sits up. 

"come on, you can't cry all day okay....you can cry more later, but I need to you stop for me now, alright? You're gonna make yourself sick." she says and I nod. But the tears keep coming. 

--

An hour later, were in my kitchen eating crackers and drinking water and Max is shaking her head after I tell her what happened over at Avery's. 

"Damn." Max says and I nod. 

Surprisingly I made it through telling the story, with only choking up a few times, and avoiding another mental breakdown. 

"So. Avery's gay." Max says. 

I shrug. "Or bi"

Max shrugs. 

"Damn, that's gotta suck. Having friends like that when you're gay." Max says. 

"hiding that shit kills people." she says and I blink.

"I dont think she's even admitted it to herself, I don't think she's struggling to hide it....because she's too busy struggling to convince herself she's not." I say and Max nods. 

"Both suck." she says and I nod. 

"I just dont get why she'd be such a bitch to you though all these years. I mean, the girl has some shit foreplay." Max says , making me choke on my water as I laugh at her joke. throwing my head back as I cough and laugh and smack my chest. 

I can always count on Max to make a joke during a serious conversation. 

Max laughs too and we both keep snacking on the crackers. 

"You going to try to talk to her again?" Max says. 

I shrug, then shake my head. "Probably not. I don't...I just don't want to let her keep hurting me. I understand she needs a friend who can help her through it, but....I don't have the strength for it. Does that make me bad?" I ask. 

Max smiles and shakes her head. "You're not bad in the least. I get it. Plus, she has Dakota...she knows Dakota's not straight now...so." Max shrugs. 

I nod. "Yeah." 

We sit in silence and I let out a long deep sigh. 

"Whats wrong?" Max asks and I look at her and with hy elbow on the table chin in my hand I sigh. 

"Why do I think I love her? After all she's done." I ask. 

"because...you know the real Avery....the one behind the homophobic shit that her friends make her spew...and probably because even though she's a total bitch, she's fucking hot." Max says and I lift my chin from my hand and look at Max and my mouth opens, jaw dropping. 

"Max!" I reach over and swat her and she laughs. 

"Not MY type, but...fun to look at" she says and I laugh and groan and then whimper.

"I knowwwwwww" I whine into my hands and Max laughs. 

"so hot" I grumble and Max laughs harder. 

"fuck her and her hotness!" I yell and slap my hands down on the table. 

Max continues to laugh, and then I do as well and then slouch in my chair. 

"I swear to god, she will be the death of me." I say and Max nods. 

"yep" she agrees and I look at her and scowl. But we both fight our laughter. 

Avery Alexis Porter

I can't decide if I'm angry or horny as I lay on my bed after Skye leaves. 

I'm not gay. I tell myself over and over in my head. I'm not even bi. 

I don't like girls. I tell myself. I don't like Skye. 

No, you love her, you fucking idiot.

I groan as I go back and forth in my head, talking to myself, and then lift my hands to my face in frustration. 

Slapping my hands down on the bed, I stare at my ceiling. 

She fucking kissed me. 

She kissed me. 

I lift my hand and lightly touch my lips. 

I liked it. 

I really, really liked it. 

I go back and forth from being angry to confused, to horny, to wanting her back here in my room, to never wanting to see her again. 

I replay seeing her and Dakota. I replay her taking me to the floor and teasing me, and then calling me a dyke. Then I replay her kissing me right after.  I replay her words in my head right before she left, and the way her voice shook and I wonder if she was crying too. 

I go back to the kiss, I go back to how perfect her mouth felt on mine, sometimes I'd secretly imagined it over the years, something I'd wanted for so long. She gave it to me. She put her mouth on mine and it was hot. So hot. And I can't think of a time that kissing a boy ever made me feel that way. 

I feel my nipples tighten and the ache she'd brought to my cunt come back. I close my eyes and let my fingertips touch the trail that her mouth  left on my neck, and I can still feel her breath there, her warm mouth and I can feel the ghost of the pressure of her hips grinding into me. 

My fingertips graze over my chest , over my tank top, and I let a fingertip slip over my pebbled nipple through the fabric , imagining it's her touch on my body. 

I can hear her in my head. Replaying the words she said. 

"I've waited years to kiss you Ravey"

"Why did you make me wait this long?"

I squirm slightly as I skate my finger tips down further and over my pajama pants and press my fingertips against my sex, pushing down and rubbing and gasping, imagining it's her thigh between my legs again. 

"we're on fucking fire" I repeat the words quietly out loud that she said to me. 

My hand slips up and then down into my pajama pants and into my panties and I let out a tiny breath at the relief my own fingers provide. 

But I moan her name, pretending they're her fingers and not my own. 

"skye" I whisper with my eyes closed as my middle finger circles my clit then slides down and I moan feeling how wet I am, dragging that wetness back up to my clit and continuing to masturbate, continuing to let myself imagine the girl I don't deserve, touching my pussy. 

Does she know it's always been hers?

"It's yours Keys" I moan quietly, pretending she can hear me. 

"I'm yours"