WARNING - Sexual Themes Ahead -
The next morning, I wake up with a soft smirk on my lips. I glance over at Jakie, my sister, realizing she's about to head to church with Grandma, Char, and Char's girlfriend, Star.
Stretching lazily, I drag myself out of bed, moving toward the bathroom. First, I use it. Then, I rinse my face, letting the water shake off the last remnants of sleep.
Downstairs, the house hums with movement. Everyone is gathering, slipping on jackets, checking bags—getting ready to leave for church.
Me being me, I've never liked tagging along. Being alone has always felt easier, something I'm still working on in therapy. Trying to push myself. Trying to be more social.
I drift into the living room, sinking onto the couch. My fingers wrap around my phone as I unlock the screen and start tapping out a post for Instagram.
After scrolling on my phone for a while, a FaceTime call pops up—Lalia. I hesitate for half a second before answering.
Her face fills the screen, eyes warm, a little too knowing. "Hey, how you been?" she asks, voice soft but edged with something more. "I was wondering if we could meet up somewhere."
I shift, blinking at her through the phone. "Uh… I don't know," I say, dragging the words out as I take in the way she's lounging—half sprawled across her bed, barely covered by a red slip. The dim light catches against her skin, the entire scene deliberate.
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Lalia tilts her head slightly, watching me, reading me. "Come on," she coaxes, voice barely above a whisper. "It's been a minute. I miss talking to you."
I exhale, shifting my grip on the phone. My mind flickers between caution and curiosity. "I don't know," I repeat, slower this time.
She shifts, the movement catching my eye—fingers lazily running through her curls, her free hand tracing faint patterns against the sheets. The red slip clings to her like it was made for this moment, calculated.
"You don't know?" she echoes, amusement curling into the words. "Or you just don't want to?"
I don't answer right away. My thumb hovers over the screen, considering.
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Lalia's voice dips, teasing, deliberate. "Look, I know we don't fully know each other, but that's exactly why I want to," she murmurs, tilting her head slightly. "Don't you?"
She waits, giving me time to sit with the question. Then, softer—more deliberate—she adds, "You could learn a lot about me."
The way she says it makes the words linger, thick with implication.
The weight of the moment settles in as I watch Lalia, sprawled across her bed, half-covered but fully deliberate. It would be easy—too easy—to say yes, to let the tension pull me in.
But then, there's Mari. That familiar pull toward her, quiet but growing again.
And Amber—complicated, unpredictable Amber. The girl who burst into my life out of nowhere, yelling at Mari like she had some claim over me. We don't know her, but she's been everywhere since. Liking my posts. Watching. And now I know—she lives just four floors down.
It's unsettling. It's intriguing.
I shift, eyes flicking back to Lalia, and suddenly, I don't know what to say.
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The realization hits me—I have feelings tangled in too many directions. A pull toward Mari. A complicated attraction to Amber. And now, this—Lalia, effortless in her flirtation, drawing me in just enough to make me hesitate.
I shake my head, almost laughing at myself, at how ridiculous this all feels.
Lalia's voice pulls me back. "Are you okay?" Her tone is light, easy, but there's something sharp underneath, like she knows exactly what she's doing. "I mean, if you don't want to, it's totally fine. I'm not trying to convince you."
The smirk she gives me is deliberate, her fingers grazing the hem of her dress—lifting it just enough for me to see her bare skin underneath.
I freeze for half a second, torn between thoughts that refuse to settle.
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Lalia's voice is smooth, teasing, dripping with confidence. "Can't you see how turned on I am, hm baby?" she murmurs, shifting slightly, revealing more of her skin.
I swallow, my gaze flicking over the screen, thoughts tangling.
"Okay… if I ever say yes, how am I supposed to get there?" My voice is quieter, measured, but she catches the shift in tone instantly.
"What do you mean?" she asks, her playful lilt still there, though curiosity threads through the words.
"I don't have a car," I admit, exhaling as I say it.
"Damn." She pauses, considering. Then, effortlessly, "Okay, how about this—I come over there, hm?"
That's a terrible idea. A reckless one. My parents are strict—strict enough that even the thought of sneaking something past them makes my stomach knot.
"If my mom found out…" I trail off, already imagining the disaster that would follow.
Lalia watches me, waiting.
Maybe Mari—
I stop mid-thought.
No. That's an even worse idea.
Lalia lets the silence stretch before she smirks, fingers tracing the edge of her phone screen like she's weighing her next move. "Fine," she breathes. "You get ready, and I'll pick you up. I'll drive you back to my place myself."
No hesitation. No uncertainty. Just an offer I'm not sure I should take.
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Ok come pick me up, I say to her though the face call as I continue to look at her face and body
Lalia's smirk deepens, satisfaction flickering in her gaze. "Alright," she murmurs, voice silky smooth. "Give me a few minutes—I'll be there."
She doesn't break eye contact, lingering just long enough to make sure I'm locked in before ending the call.
I exhale, staring at my screen, my thoughts a mess.
This is happening.
I push myself off the couch, moving toward my room, pulling open drawers with little thought. What am I even supposed to wear for this?
My mind keeps drifting—to Lalia, to Mari, to Amber, to the sheer mess of it all. And still, I find myself moving faster, anticipation slipping in before I can stop it.
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I step into the shower, letting the hot water run over me, washing away the lingering hesitation—or maybe just giving me a moment to breathe.
Once I'm out, I move fast, towel-drying my hair and pulling open my drawers. Black shirt. Gray sweatpants. Black shoes. Simple. Comfortable.
I reach for my usual perfume, spritzing it lightly across my neck, then swipe on some deodorant.
As I catch my reflection in the mirror, I pause for just a second.
This is really happening.
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After finishing up, I hurry downstairs. My phone buzzes—Lalia's text. *Here.*
The second I step outside, I spot her waiting in the car, leaning slightly against the seat, smirking.
Slipping inside, I shut the door behind me, glancing at her. She's still in that same red slip, the robe loosely draped around her shoulders like she barely bothered to cover up.
Her gaze lingers on me, studying, before she hums, satisfied. "You look so good," she murmurs, reaching for me, pulling me just a little closer—as She kisses me deeper then softly pull away.
Lalia then begins to drive, Lalia's fingers tap lightly against the steering wheel as she drives, the streetlights casting faint glows across her skin.
I glance at her from time to time, catching the way she smirks when she notices.
"You just gonna keep looking at me like that?" she teases, eyes flicking toward me before settling back on the road.
I exhale, shifting in my seat. "Maybe."
Her laugh is soft, knowing. "Careful," she murmurs. "You might get addicted."
The tension lingers between us, unspoken but undeniable.
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It feels like it's taken a few minutes just to get here.
As we step out of the car, Lalia doesn't hesitate—her fingers slip into mine, warm and sure, leading me toward her door.
She fishes out her keys, unlocking it with practiced ease, then lets me in before shutting and locking it behind us.
No hesitation. No second thoughts. Just this.
She moves softly, her steps measured as she leads me upstairs. I follow, eyes tracing the curve of her back, the way she carries herself—deliberate, effortless.
Something about it feels unreal.
Laila pulls me into her room, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I've been waiting for this," she whispers, her breath warm against my lips before she kisses me deeply.
I respond, wrapping my arms around her waist and feeling the heat radiate from her body. "So have I," I murmur between kisses, my hands finding her hips as she gently pushes me back toward the bed.
As I lay down, Laila climbs on top of me, her weight a comforting presence. "You're not going anywhere," she teases, her voice soft and playful. She leans in, showering my face and forehead with delicate kisses, making my heart race.
"Ugh you feel so good," I reply, looking into her eyes as I feel my head fall back against the pillows, surrendering to the moment.
"Mmhh," she breathes, her lips finding mine again, igniting a spark that sends shivers down my spine.
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My fingers trail slowly up the silken edge of her robe, the fabric whispering against her skin as I ease it off her shoulders.
"You look so good," I murmur, my voice low and husky. The robe slips to the floor in a soft heap, revealing the daring plunge of her crimson dress,
clinging to her curves like a lover's caress.She tilts her head back,
her breath catching. "Keep going," she whispers, her voice a sultry invitation. My hands glide to her breasts, barely contained by the delicate lace of her dress, their warmth and softness drawing a quiet groan from my lips.
I cradle them gently, my thumbs brushing over them, feeling her shiver under my touch."You like that, don't you?" I tease, my lips grazing the tender curve of her neck.
I press slow, deliberate kisses along her skin, each one igniting a soft moan that vibrates against my mouth. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer. "Fuuck," she breathes, her voice dripping with need, her body arching into mine as the air between us hums with heat.
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Laila's fingers curl around the hem of my shirt, her eyes locked on mine, smoldering with intent.
"I've been wanting to do this all night," she purrs, her voice a low, velvety tease as she tugs the fabric upward, peeling it off me in a slow, deliberate motion. The cool air kisses my skin, and I feel a shiver as her gaze rakes over me, hungry and unapologetic. Her hands find my breasts, still nestled in the tight embrace of my sports bra, her touch firm yet teasing, fingertips tracing the edges where fabric meets skin.
"God, fuckin good," she murmurs, her breath hot against my cheek as she leans in, her lips crashing into mine in a deep, needy kiss. Her tongue dances with mine, slow and sensual, pulling a soft moan from my throat.
She breaks the kiss, her lips hovering just above mine. "You like it,?" she whispers, her voice dripping with mischief. Before I can answer, her mouth trails to my neck, planting wet, lingering kisses along the sensitive curve. Each press of her lips sends sparks through me, and I arch into her touch, my breath hitching.
"Laila…" I gasp, my hands gripping her waist. "Don't tease me like this."
"Oh, baby, I'm just getting started," she replies, her voice a sultry promise as her fingers slip under the band of my sports bra, brushing against my skin with a tantalizing slowness that sets my pulse racing.
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Laila rose to her feet, her movements fluid and deliberate, a sultry glint in her eyes. "You're driving me wild," she whispered, her voice thick with desire.
Her fingers hooked into the straps of her dress, and with a swift, teasing tug, she let the crimson fabric slide down her body, pooling at her feet like liquid fire. My breath caught at the sight of her, bare and radiant, her curves catching the dim light.She stepped closer, her lips curling into a wicked smile.
"Let's see how good you taste," she murmured, sinking to her knees before me. Her lips began a slow, torturous descent, kissing a trail down my chest, my stomach, each touch igniting a spark that made my skin hum. Her hands found the waistband of my pants, tugging them down with my boxers in one smooth motion, leaving me exposed to the cool air and her heated gaze.Her fingers brushed against my wet core, soft and deliberate, drawing a shudder from deep within me.
"Fuck, you're so ready for me," she groaned, her voice low and delighted, vibrating against my skin. Her lips grazed the sensitive skin just above, a teasing kiss that made my hips buck involuntarily.
"Laila, Fuuck…" I gasped, my voice trembling with need. She held my gaze, her eyes dark and unwavering, as her mouth descended, sucking gently at my core. The sensation ripped a moan from my throat, raw and unrestrained, as I bit my lip to anchor myself against the overwhelming pleasure.
"Don't hold back," she purred between slow, deliberate licks, her eyes never leaving mine, each movement of her tongue a promise of more. My hands tangled in her hair, urging her closer, my body trembling under the weight of her attention.
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I groaned deeply, the sound raw and unrestrained, blending with the slick, intimate rhythm of Laila's lips against my wet core. Her kisses and slow, deliberate sucks sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, driving me to the edge of madness.
"Laila… you're killing me," I gasped, my voice trembling as my hips arched toward her, chasing the heat of her mouth.Her eyes flicked up to meet mine, soft yet burning with intensity, holding me captive in their gaze.
"You taste so fucking good," she murmured, her voice a sultry hum against my sensitive skin, sending shivers down my spine. A few seconds later, she pulled back, her lips glistening, a teasing smile playing on her face. "Not yet, baby," she whispered, her tone dripping with promise.With a graceful turn, Laila shifted, her body moving like liquid desire.
She straddled my face, her scent enveloping me as she lowered her pussy, warm and inviting, against my lips. "Taste me," she urged, her voice low and commanding, as she resumed her work on me, her tongue delving deeper, sucking with renewed fervor. The dual sensation of her mouth on me and her heat against my lips sent my senses spiraling.
I dove in hungrily, my tongue exploring her folds, savoring her sweetness as she moaned loudly, the sound vibrating against my core.
"Fuck, yes… just like that," she gasped, her hips grinding softly against my face, her pleasure fueling mine. My hands gripped her thighs, pulling her closer, our moans mingling in a symphony of shared ecstasy, each movement pushing us further into the haze of desire.
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Laila's voice broke through the haze of pleasure, raw and commanding.
"Yes, eat that fucking pussy," she gasped, her words dripping with heat as she pulled back slightly, her breath ragged. She sat up, straddling my face, her curves glistening in the dim light, every moan vibrating through her body as I devoured her.
My tongue worked hungrily, tracing her slick folds, then dipping lower to tease her ass, drawing a shudder from her that made my own arousal spike.
"God, you're so good at this," she moaned, her voice thick with need, her hips rocking in rhythm with my lips. Her hands gripped my hair, guiding me, urging me deeper as her moans grew louder, each one a spark igniting the air between us.
"Don't stop, baby… fuck, don't stop," she pleaded, her body trembling above me, every sound she made fueling my desire.My hands roamed her thighs, pulling her closer, my tongue relentless as it alternated between her pussy and ass, savoring every quiver, every gasp.
"so fuckin yummy," I murmured against her skin, my voice muffled but fervent, the heat of her driving me wild. Her moans crescendoed, a symphony of pleasure that echoed my own racing pulse, our bodies locked in a dance of raw, unfiltered need.
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Laila collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving, a sheen of sweat glistening on her skin.
"You're driving me insane," she panted, her voice husky with exhaustion and desire. I pulled away from her, my own breath ragged, and climbed atop her, straddling her hips. Our eyes locked, a silent promise passing between us as I lowered myself, sliding my pussy against hers in a slow, deliberate grind. The slick heat of our bodies meeting drew a sharp gasp from her, her lips parting in a moan of pure pleasure.
"Ugh, fuck, yes… yes, fuck me!" Laila cried out, her voice raw and unfiltered, each word dripping with need. Her hands gripped the sheets, knuckles whitening as I began to thrust, my hips moving in a rhythm that matched the pulse of our desire.
"Mmm, fuck this pussy," she groaned, her head falling back against the pillow, her body arching to meet mine with every motion.I matched her fervor, our bodies grinding together, the wet friction sending sparks of ecstasy through me. My hands roamed her body, fingers brushing softly over her breasts, teasing the hardened peaks before trailing down her stomach, feeling the tremble of her muscles beneath my touch.
"You feel so fucking good," I murmured, my voice low and fervent, my gaze never leaving hers.Her eyes, dark and wild, met mine, burning with intensity. "Harder, baby… don't stop," she pleaded, her hips thrusting up to meet me, the rhythm growing frantic as our moans intertwined, filling the air with the raw, unbridled sound of our shared pleasure. Every movement, every touch, pushed us closer to the edge, our bodies locked in a dance of unrelenting desire.