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I had called her earlier this morning, asked her if she wanted to hang out. As usual she immediately said yes.
We settled on me picking her up at two. I tidied my room and then got on my phone, waiting for the time to pass. Once the time had come I threw on a coat and went to pick her up. It was cold outside. Underneath the coat I was wearing a basic longsleeve and my pjs. Shes probably the only person I’d leave the house in pjs for, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
We’ve known each other since fifth grade, and sure we’ve had our ups and downs but now I consider her my closest friend and am literally so comfortable around her that I didn’t even put my hair in a ponytail but just left it messy.
A look in the rearview mirror told me I was fucked if anyone else saw me. I chuckled.
“Hey girllll”
“Heyyy”
“What’s uppp”
“Nothing much”
It felt like any other day. Nothing special. My best friend coming to my house to hang out like she’s done a hundred times before.
But now, everything felt different. We were just playfighting, me trying to stop her from drinking too much caffeine, as she almost fell off of my bed. Nothing new either to be honest. I pulled her up, trying to get her back onto my bed.
She obliged, rolling over, onto my leg. Physical contact wasn’t anything new. She’s one of the only people I’m comfortable with regarding that stuff, just another piece of evidence of how comfortable I am with her.
But instead of rolling back over or sitting back up she laid there for a second. I raised my eyebrow just before the moment was over.
I thought that was it. But then just a little while later, it happened again. She half fell off my bed.
I looked at her, pulled her up, subtly doing the exact same motion as I did the first time. A short moment later, I felt her weight on my thigh.
The exact same position. I was practically spooning her. Her body on my right leg and arm, her back to my chest.
I smirked “hello there?”
“Hii” she giggled. She sounded innocent. I held still. Sure we were comfortable with physical contact but we’d never cuddled before.
We kept talking. And weirdly the conversation continued as usual, silly gossip and weird conspiracies about cut off body parts, discussions if we should dye our hair and what books we were reading at the moment.
But while the topics moved along, we didn’t. I was surprised my arm didn’t go numb, as her shoulder pressed against it in a weirdly comforting way.
I told her about a song I’d written, I wasn’t particularly proud of it, but still I wanted to show someone.
“I’m warning you girl, it’s not amazing and I haven’t recorded it so you’re getting a live performance.” I chuckled “oh and also it’s incredibly gay lol”
She just waited in anticipation so I started singing.
I definitely wasn’t super good, regarding that I was laying down and the weight of another girl was trapping half of my body, but when I was done, her reaction was surprisingly sweet.
No jokes about how queer it was or how I act like I have tons of experience even though I hadn’t even kissed a girl romantically. “Your voice is really pretty.” I glanced at her, disappointed that I couldn’t see her face since she was turned away from me.
“Thank you” I said, the smile on my lips obvious in my voice.
For a moment there was silence. “Wait I’ll put on some music” I hummed.
I don’t know what got into me but suddenly something shifted. The music I played wasn’t any music.
It was curated, unapologetically queer and just a little bit freaky. She asked for the song title after every second song and I sang along I a low voice. It was calm. Suspiciously calm.
Suddenly her voice filled the room between songs, once again complimenting my voice.
I blushed, now glad her face was turned away from me. It was an adorable moment when suddenly her phone buzzed. I pulled the leg that I had wrapped around her waist to keep her from escaping, still trying to convince myself this was all just to keep her from getting over caffeinated, back and let her crawl to her phone.
I looked at her, typing to her mom, replaying all the things she’d just said about me, including how strong my thighs are and how I should be a real singer, hoping she wouldn’t suddenly drop her phone and see me go red.
After she’d finished texting, she put her phone on my cold stone windowsill, and crawled back between my thighs. The way she did it, so deliberately and without questioning, engraved itself into my brain immediately.
I steadied my breath. And suddenly we started talking again. The silence was gone which she took as a chance to try and get to her drink. immediately I squeezed her with my thighs, holding her back.
“Nah uh uh girll. You know I’m strong, you just said it yourself!”
She giggled, confidence suddenly roaring through my body. “ You know, if I’d want to I could just flip you over right now”
“No you couldn’t!” She fired back, already holding onto my bed frame for support.
“Oh yes I could!” I hissed as I struggled to get on top of her while she held onto my bed for dear life and we both laughed our heads off
But suddenly I found the right angle. I flipped her over, my thighs still at her waist but now instead of behind her, I was right on top of her.
Her one hand, still clenched into my pillow from trying to stop me, slowly loosened.
I looked down at her. Gosh this felt so weird.
I cocked my head, even though we both initiated this, I was scared of making her uncomfortable.
She slowly looked up at my face and smirked.
Smirked.
I almost lost composure right there but I steadied myself quickly. I watched her face. Saw her eyes slowly dropping, from my eyes, to my lips, to my chest and quickly towards the window when she saw I noticed.
“Ah ah ah babes don’t look away now.” She giggled. It felt new, her stomach against my upper legs.
Slowly she lifted her hands. Cocking her head, copying me, as she raised them to my collar. I nodded ever so slightly. Her hands made quick work of two of the buttons of my longsleeve. Just two, I thought was silly, until I realised it was just enough so that she could see my black bra. My eyes slightly widened.
Looking down at her I noticed I could do the same. My hands that were just resting on my own thighs now slowly opened her buttons. She smiled. Accidentally I brushed her skin, just my knuckle against her collarbone, nothing dramatic, but she shuddered and I pulled my hands back.
But she took them back, placing them under her shirt, on her shoulders.
I was now leaning over her and as I watched her face I figured that she was very much enjoying the view.
Again, she moved her hands from her sides, carefully tucking hair behind my ear. It was ridiculous, as my bangs were in my face anyway but It seemed like she’d take any excuse to touch me.
My many necklaces dangled down. The longest one almost laying on her chest, she shortest one, a sturdy beaded one, fitting around my neck almost like a choker.
When I’d put it on in the morning I didn’t expect that she now hooked her finger under that very necklace just to keep her hand close to my face but I wouldn’t have changed a thing.