The Best Sort of Bad Day Chapter Three by pointless(killallhippes@gmail.com) all comments and feedback welcome.



Emily really hadn’t expected anything unusual to happen the weekend before she left for college with Tabitha. There were no plans, but if there had been they would have been fairly self-explanatory. Sex, drugs, parties, etc. The usual last summer home before all hell broke loose and she’d actually have to start paying attention to professors and lectures and all of that fun stuff.

Ever since Tabitha had moved in with Becky Emily had spent most of her free time there hanging out, getting high and learning to love the taste and feel of Tabitha’s body. She didn’t need to learn too much. It just seemed to come naturally. 

She used to wonder why it seemed so normal, but she’d finally given up worrying about it after awhile. If it felt good and she liked doing it why should she let it bother her? 

She still worried about her parents finding out, but not because she was scared of what her parents might think anymore. Now she was more worried about what they might do. Her uncle was on the board of trustees at the university she and Tabitha would be attending and her father was head of the alumni committee. Neither were what Emily would’ve called socially liberated. In fact, her entire family had a certain conservative edge.  Their collective views on homosexuality weren’t exactly modern. 

Emily knew they wouldn’t do anything to her. She was part of the family. At most they’d encourage her to go to counseling and try to convince her that it was all just a phase. It was Tabitha that she worried about. At the very least they’d split them up. At worst they’d find a way to make Tabitha’s scholarship vanish into thin air.

It hurt to think her own family members capable of such cruelty, but she knew them well enough to know that it was at least possible. Her father was a loving family man who treated his wife and children like they were made of gold. Others didn’t get that same respect. She still remembered when her father’s best friend and business partner was caught embezzling from the company accounts. By the time her father’s lawyers were done with him he was broke and broken. They’d known each other since they were kids.

Still it was hard not to tell her family even though she knew they wouldn’t approve. It was almost like she was lying to them by not telling them that she was bisexual and quite possibly gay. She rarely kept secrets from them. They even knew about her drug use. The only advice they’d given to her was to get it out of her system soon, because that kind of stuff wouldn’t cut it in the real world. 

Of course, that was her mother. She’d never actually told her father even though she knew he knew. He just pretended not to and she let him.

But none of that was the problem now. Her parents were safely ignorant and in a few days she and Tabitha would be home free and sharing a dorm room trying their absolute best to keep their hands off of each other long enough to study, get to class and, once soccer season started, for Tabitha to get to practice and games. It would be a challenge, but Emily was sure she could handle it once it all became routine.

The problem now was that on the eve of this life changing event Tabitha was at work pulling a double instead of being at home where she should’ve been getting fucked up and making out with her girlfriend. Even worse, she’d be doing the same thing tomorrow and inbetween the only thing she’d be doing was sleeping. No sex, no fun, no anything. 

The kicker was that it was all by choice. She didn’t have to be working on her last weekend of freedom. She wanted to.

When Tabitha had told her about it Emily had flipped. Tabitha had good reasons, but Emily wasn’t in the mood to hear them. It was their first big fight since their relationship began and like most first big fights it was irrational, loud and happened out of nowhere. 

“Damn it, Emily,” Tabitha had yelled near the end of the argument, “I need the money, okay? I don’t want to miss the party, but unlike you I don’t have an Uncle who’s helping me get a job in town when we get to school. I’m…”

“What do you mean by that?” Emily interrupted angrily, “Am I some kind of spoiled rich brat just because my uncle is helping me get a fucking job?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Tabitha was flustered, “I’m saying that unlike you I have to find a job and until I do I won’t be making any money. I can’t transfer to the store there because they have everyone they need. I’ll need to find a whole new job. How many times do I have to say that? I don’t want to miss the party, but I can’t afford not to, okay?”

“Why couldn’t you have just done this earlier?” Emily came back only mildly appeased by Tabitha’s logic, “We’ve been planning this for a week and you just decided like last night that you were going to do this. Becky took the weekend off just so she…”

“I don’t care, okay?” it was Tabitha’s turn to interrupt. It was getting late and they’d gone back and forth like that for an hour. “Fuck Becky! Fuck everyone! I need the fucking money! I know I should’ve thought of this earlier and I’m fucking sorry, but I didn’t and now I need to do it. I want to party, too. I just can’t.”

“How can you even say that?” Becky countered angrily, “Fuck Becky? She’s your friend.”

“That’s not what I meant, okay?” Tabitha came back in a frustrated voice, “I really don’t want to do this, but I have to. I know we had plans and I’m sorry, but I have to do this. I’m sorry, Emily, but I can’t help it.”

“I still don’t know why you didn’t do this earlier if you knew you needed the money,” Emily continued even though she was beginning to weaken. The silliness of it all was beginning to get to her.

“Because I didn’t know I needed to,” Tabitha replied sitting down on the bed next to Emily placing a hand on her knee, “I was going to borrow it off of my mom, but…”

Suddenly Emily understood. After that last night at Tabitha’s house there was no way Tabitha was going to be able borrow money off of her mother. They hadn’t even spoken since she’d caught them together in Tabitha’s bed and kicked Tabitha out.

That pretty much ended the argument right then and there. Emily still wasn’t happy, but she couldn’t complain anymore. They talked some more and Emily apologized for overreacting. They ended up making love slowly until they both fell asleep reasonably satisfied with the result of their first real fight.

When Emily awoke the next morning Tabitha had already left for work and Becky was already up and about smoking pot in the living room while drawing dark pictures in her sketchpad. Emily didn’t even have to round the corner to the living room to know that. It’s what Becky did every morning when she didn’t have to work. Besides she could hear the bong bubbling over the soft music and smell the skunky odor in the air.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Becky said with a smile as Emily entered the living room and sat down on the other end of the couch that Becky currently occupied. “How was the fight last night?”

“Ugh,” Emily responded as she wiped the sleep from her eyes and frowned, “You heard that?”
 
“Yeah, “ Becky chuckled as she began to pack a bowl breaking the weed up on her sketchpad as she sat cross-legged on the couch, “It’s kind of hard not to in this junky old house. So Tabby can’t make it to the party, huh?”

“No,” Emily answered sedately still struggling to wake up, “She has to work.”

“That sucks,” Becky responded still hard at work, “you still going to that party tonight?”


“I don‘t know. I need to have some fun even if she doesn’t, but a party full of horny guys and bitchy girls? I don‘t know.” Emily responded drearily.

“Well, you can always hang out here. I’m not doing anything, but getting drunk and high. Sara might come over with some of her friends, but that’s about it.”

“You aren’t going to the party?”

“Fuck no!” Becky blurted out loudly, “No offense, but I’ve had my fill of high school kids for the month.”

“Hey,” Emily sneered back mildly offended, “I’m not a high school kid anymore, missy.”

“Oh, shut up. That’s not what I meant. Anyway, I’d rather get drunk in the comfort of my own home then beside a bonfire getting eaten alive by mosquitoes,” Emily chuckled at that last remark. She hadn’t thought about it like that. “So, You want to hang out here or what?”

“Sure, as long as you get me nice and stoned,” Emily smiled mischievously while Becky finished her task.

“No problem,” Becky smiled handing the packed bong to Emily with a lighter.

“Thank you,” Emily said as she took the bong. Emily would definitely miss this when she got to school. Not that she was planning on not smoking weed on occasion, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to do it anywhere near as much. She’d also miss hanging with Becky.

She’d known Becky for a long time, but she’d never really realized how much she liked hanging with her until Tabitha moved into her house. Before that Becky had been mainly a party friend. They’d hang out and get stoned, go to house parties and occasionally clubs once she’d turned eighteen, but she’d never really hung out with her just for the hell of it.

They had a lot in common. They both liked drawing weird, dark things, listening to depressingly beautiful music, watching movies that no one else they knew seemed aware of and talking about things no one else seemed to care about. She was actually getting something of a crush on Becky. Becky made no secret of the fact that the feeling was mutual.

Of course, Emily had no intention of doing anything about it. She took her relationship with Tabitha seriously and she had no desire to jeopardize that by exploring her feelings for Becky. Still, a little flirting never hurt anyone. Neither did a little friendly back rub.

Tabitha knew all about it and apparently thought it was funny. She knew Becky a little better than Emily did and knew exactly what type of girl she was. They’d even discussed the idea of maybe having a threesome with her, but Emily had nixed that idea. She’d said it was because she was worried that Tabitha and Becky might hit it off and she’d be the odd woman out. It was a lie, but Tabitha seemed to accept it at face value even though she did give Emily a funny look when she said it.

None of this was new, though. Becky had made it clear a long time ago that if Emily was ever interested in exploring her sexuality that she’d be more than willing to lend her a helping hand. Back when Emily was just a freshman in high school she used to blush whenever she said it. As she got older she’d just giggle nervously. Now she just smiled and flirted back. 

“So,” Becky asked after they’d chatted for a bit and smoked a couple bowls worth of weed, “When’s Tabby getting out of work tonight anyway?” 

“I don’t even know,” Emily responded dreamily, “Late, like after three, maybe four.”

“Christ! When’s she go in tomorrow?” Becky was already packing another bowl as she spoke.

“Noon,” Emily replied in weary voice. Becky cursed under her breath before speaking.

“Jesus, I hope you guys fucked last night,” Becky smiled wickedly.

“Don’t even say it,” Emily groaned as she threw her head back against the sofa and covered her eyes. Becky laughed wickedly for no good reason.

“Well, did you?” Becky persisted teasingly.

“Well, yeah,” Emily responded with a hint of sarcasm, “We do it every night.”

“I hope it was good.” Becky said as she lit the bong and took a big hit before concluding her statement while holding in her breath, “’Cause I doubt you’ll being doing it tonight.”

“Don’t remind me,” Emily responded weakly taking the bong that was being offered to her. She started to take a hit while the bowl was still smoking on its own.

“Hey,” Becky said after she allowed the smoke to escape from her lungs, “If you need a helping hand, I’m here for you.” As she said it she reached over and patted Emily on the knee. Emily started to laugh and then began to choke on the smoke still in her lungs. Becky, being the good pot smoker that she was, took the bong out of Emily’s hands before she could get any water on the weed.

“God,” Emily said between coughs, “You’re so bad.”

“I know,” Becky chuckled before taking a hit.

“I think I’ll get by with my fingers tonight, but thanks for the offer,” Emily said once she’d recovered patting Becky on the knee in return. Her hand lingered there a little too long, but she caught herself before Becky noticed. At least she thought she did.

“Your loss,” Becky replied smiling wickedly again. She really did enjoy teasing Emily. Of course, it wasn’t really teasing if she meant what she said and she did. She meant it every time she said it, but she was realistic. Becky knew Emily didn’t want to cheat on Tabitha. It was all just for fun until Emily either told her to stop or gave in. Either one or the other. It didn’t really matter.

They both continued to chat and flirt until the desire for a shower became too much for Emily. She excused herself and wandered off slowly to the bathroom her head in a fog. Becky smiled to herself watching Emily walk away. What she wouldn’t give for a chance to make her scream out her name with passion. Tabitha didn’t know how lucky she was.

After her shower Emily decided on a whim to go see Tabitha at work. It was something she did often even before their relationship evolved from a close friendship to the intimate one they shared now. She’d already quit her job a week ago and by the time she got out of the shower Becky had fallen asleep on the couch for her usual late afternoon nap. Emily knew nothing exciting would be happening around the house until later that evening anyway.

She changed into what she liked to call her hippy outfit of a peasant skirt and a simple tank top before grabbing her keys off the countertop and then headed out the door. After making a short detour to get some food she made her way across town to the print shop.

As usual Tabitha was happy to see her when she walked through the doors carrying lunch. The print shop was almost entirely empty aside from a couple of kids in the computer room making up fliers for some rap concert or something. Tabitha was working by herself and obviously bored out of her mind.

“Oh, thank god you’re here,” Tabitha said in quiet voice so only Emily could hear then kissed her quickly before anyone else could see. Emily chuckled and handed Tabitha her lunch receiving another quick kiss for her thoughtfulness.

“Bored?” Emily asked already knowing the answer. Her voice was just as quiet as Tabitha’s.

“What do you think?” Tabitha responded with light sarcasm, “It’s been like this all day. Those guys have been my only customers for over an hour.”

“Poor thing,” Emily said with real sympathy. Her hand found Tabitha’s on the counter top and stroked her lover’s soft skin tenderly. “When do you get off?”

“Not until four,” Tabitha frowned, “I had this split shift crap, but I have to help train my replacement when he comes in an hour and then I’m working with the night chick for awhile. At least she’s cute…”

“Hey,” Emily responded in a hurt voice, “What about me?”

“Oh, please,” Tabitha chuckled, “You know I’m just playing. Besides you’re much cuter.”

“Thank you,” Emily said with a cherubic smile on her face, “My ego is thoroughly placated. Anyway, I’ve seen her. She is cute. I’d have a hard time working with her if I were you. I bet she tastes like strawberries.”

“You’re such a slut,” Tabitha laughed back, “What would your girlfriend think?”

“Screw her. She’s working,” Emily grinned mischievously as she spoke and Tabitha laughed lightly trying to keep the dudes in the computer room from overhearing them teasing each other, “When’s your break?”

“Not until the new guy comes in and not after I make sure it’s slowed enough to risk leaving him by himself.”

“That sucks,” Their conversation was halted by emergence of the two hip-hop kids from the computer room. Emily felt their eyes roam over her body as they walked towards the door. A few weeks ago she would’ve smiled weakly and return their stare, but now she just pretended not to notice and waited for them to leave. It was amazing even to her how much she’d changed in such a short amount of time.

Once the customers had left the girls talked more freely for a while. Emily tried her best to convince Tabitha to lock the doors and go in the back room for a little quickie. The temptation was great, but Tabitha’s sense of responsibility won the day before they were once again forced to quiet their conversation thanks to another customer.

“So what are you doing tonight, anyway? Are you going to the party?” Tabitha asked once the new customer had busied himself at the color copier in the far corner.

“No, I’m just going to hang out with Becky. Sara’s coming over and we’re all going to drunk and just listen to music,” Emily said casually.

“Watch yourself, girly,” Tabitha teased, “You know Becky. I better not find out you’ve…”

“Shut up,” Emily responded a bit too loudly before she remembered they weren’t alone. Tabitha chuckled as Emily made sure the guy at the copier wasn’t paying any undue attention to their conversation before continuing. “You weirdo. You know I’m not interested in Becky.”

“Please,” Tabitha snorted and rolled her eyes at that, “You’re interested, but don’t worry. I trust you.” As she said those words Tabitha stared deep into Emily’s eyes letting her know she was serious. Again their hands met on the countertop and they grabbed at each other lovingly.

“Thanks,” Emily whispered so lowly Tabitha didn’t really hear her. Tabitha thought she was touched by the fact that she trusted her so much. That was true, but the emotions Emily were suddenly feeling had more to do with the fact that she wasn’t so sure she could trust herself. She almost said so, but before she could even consider it the new guy walked through the door five minutes early.

Tabitha said hi to the new guy and introduced him to Emily before telling Emily thanks for lunch. Emily got the hint. It was cool hanging out when Tabitha was alone, but not when she was working with someone. You never could tell when a fellow employee would suddenly get uppity and try to get someone fired. Tabitha may have only had one more long day after this to work, but she wanted to make sure she worked it. 

Tabitha did follow her out to the car to say goodbye, though. The new guy looked a little worried at first, but Tabitha assured him she’d only be gone for a second. He still looked a little worried, but Tabitha ignored it. 

Once they were around the corner Tabitha pulled Emily to her for a deep, passionate kiss. Emily felt Tabitha’s arms go around her back and allowed herself to fall back against the car door. Her hands found their way to Tabitha’s face holding her lover to her for a little while longer until Tabitha finally broke the kiss and smiled.

“I love you,” Tabitha whispered softly and Emily eagerly returned the sentiment. “I’m sorry I can’t be with you tonight. I’ll make it up to you on Sunday. I promise.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” They kissed again before Tabitha went back inside and Emily opened her door and got in her car. As she started it up she noticed the two skater boys from inside the print shop sitting on the curb twenty feet away with goofy smiles on their faces. Shaking her head she put her car in reverse and drove off. 

For the life of her Emily couldn’t understand why the thought of being without Tabitha’s touch for a couple of days was such a big deal to her. It wasn’t just the sex and even if it were it wasn’t like she was some kind of nymphomaniac who couldn’t go without or she’d go mad. She’d never been this attached to anyone. It was disturbing to her how much she loved Tabitha.

Add on the fact that she was even tempted to be unfaithful and it just didn’t make any sense. Her own emotions were a confusing mess. She was in love, but the urge to explore her newly uncovered desire for other women with someone besides Tabitha was so overwhelming.

She just wanted to get good and drunk and hope that the confusion would go away. That was the plan anyway. The fact that she’d be getting drunk with Becky, the very girl she was being tempted by, didn’t even enter her mind. Emily wouldn’t let it.

She drove around town for a while trying to kill time and clear her head. She even stopped at her favorite park to walk around a bit in the hopes that a quick hike would help. It helped a little, but it would’ve helped more if Tabitha were there with her. She ended up walking around the big park with it’s long, winding hiking trails for a good hour or two before her feet started getting tired and headed back to her car. 

When she got back to the house she noticed that Sara was already there. Part of her was relieved, but another part of her was disappointed. She kept both feelings bottled up as best she could as she walked into the house and made her presence known.

The next few hours just seemed to fly by as Emily relaxed in the intimate, friendly setting. Becky was her usual loud, gregarious self talking up a storm about whatever popped into her twisted head. Sara, a cute girl that had been a year ahead of Emily in high school, was pretty much the same allowing Emily to feel relaxed enough to just sit back and enjoy herself. Sara’s friends, two cheerleader types and some guys, one of whom apparently had a thing for tattooing and piercing every square inch of his body, did pretty much the same as the small group downed a couple of cases of cheap beer and a half ounce of good weed between them.
   
Everything seemed to going as Emily planned. By ten she was so loose she was laughing at tattoo guys lame attempts to get into her pants. She didn’t even remember going to Tabitha’s room with him, but somehow there she was with what appeared to be a bottle of tequila in her hand and tattoo guys groping paw on her leg. She was still laughing when that hand worked it’s way under her shirt, but when she felt his mouth on her neck the laughter stopped.

“Hey,” Emily protested quietly as she tried her best to push him away gently. When he wouldn’t budge she pushed harder. “Stop it. I don’t want…” Suddenly tattoo guy was all over her pressing his mouth against hers as he laid himself on top of her on the very bed she shared with her lover. She wanted to scream, but she couldn’t get it past his tongue deep inside her mouth. She couldn’t even push him away as his hand grabbed hers and held them down over her head. 

Emily had never been more scared in her life. She was frozen as this guy who she didn’t even know began to undo his belt buckle. The thought that she was about to be raped suddenly filled her with a rage she’d never felt herself capable of before. 

She couldn’t let this happen. She didn’t want this. She didn’t want him. She didn’t want any man at all. Especially not like this. Still it took all her courage to what she did next. 

She could taste his blood mix with the aftertaste of the tequila in her mouth as she bit down on the tongue in her mouth. Tattoo guy screamed like a little girl as he tried to jerk away in pain. His scream turned to a grunt as Emily brought her knee hard into his groin hard. The stereo in the living room cut off as the drunken bastard fell off of the bed with a thud.

“Ah, fuck!” Tattoo guy screamed as he sat up and brought his hand to his mouth to check for blood, “You fucking bit me, you stupid bitch.”

Emily’s courage quickly faded as the angry brute got up from the floor with a look of drunken rage all over his face. Emily began screaming as she backed herself into the corner in terror. Tattoo guys hands were quickly forming into fists. Emily brought her hands over her face expecting the worst when her door suddenly swung open.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Becky yelled as she flew through the doorway followed somewhat more reluctantly by one of the cheerleader looking girls, Teresa was her name.

“Nothing, we’re just talking, right?” Tattoo guy said as he stared menacingly at Emily curled up on the bed. He soon found himself staring in Becky’s angry face.

“You need to get the fuck out of my house, asshole,” Becky snarled into the guy’s face. He just stared back at her before taking a step closer to her. Becky didn’t budge.

“Who’s going to make me?” He said as he snarled back until a hand grab his shoulder and pulled him back. It was the other guy who Emily knew as Terry, one of the cheerleader’s boyfriends.

“Sam, it’s time to leave,” Terry said as he tried to pull his friend out of the room. At first Sam resisted, but once Terry said the word cops his tough demeanor faded quickly and the guys made a quick exit with the cheerleaders in tow. 

“I’m sorry, Emily,” Sara said weakly from the doorway, “I’ll…umm…see you guys later.”

“Just get that asshole out of here,” Becky growled as she walked to the doorway ignoring Emily for a moment. Emily was still curled up in a tight little ball of fear on the bed just staring at the wall. She heard the front door open and Becky and Sara murmuring in the distance as she shivered uncontrollably. The front door shut and she heard Becky lock the deadbolt cursing under her breath before she reappeared in the bedroom and sat down on the bed next to her frightened friend.

“Come here,” Becky said holding open her arms to her scared friend. Emily almost leaped into her arms tears flowing freely from her eyes. Becky gripped her roommate’s girlfriend tightly whispering that it was all okay while Emily sobbed like a baby.

Becky’s arms felt so comforting after the rough touch of that drunken bastard. Her body was so warm and soft. The longer Becky held her and consoled her the more comfortable Emily became. The fear slowly faded and the sobbing began to subside, but Becky still held her, rocking her back and forth as she whispered gentle words into Emily’s ear.

Emily’s mind was still racing from the adrenaline rush when her hands began roaming over Becky’s back. She could smell Becky’s hair and the sweat on her skin. She wasn’t thinking about anything as her lips touched the soft skin of Becky’s neck for a slow, gentle kiss. She didn’t even notice Becky freeze when her mouth moved slowly down her shoulder.

“Emily stop,” Becky said softly once her surprise gave way to worry, but she made no move to stop Emily from kissing her. She’d wanted Emily for years, but Emily was just drunk and scared. If she was going to finally fulfill her desire she wanted it to be because Emily wanted to not because she felt she needed to. 

Still, she did want her. She wanted her so badly, but she had to make sure that Emily wanted this as well. Again she pleaded with Emily to stop kissing her, but when Emily’s mouth covered hers she stopped. 

Emily’s kiss was needy, impatient. Her tongue forced it’s way past Becky’s lips to slide her into her friend’s mouth. Becky returned the kiss with enthusiasm refusing to hear the silly doubts her mind was throwing at her. Emily’s kiss felt too good.

Emily wasn’t even listening to her conscience anymore. She just wanted to feel good and escape the fear and anger that had engulfed her consciousness. Kissing Becky felt right at the moment and the moment was all that mattered. 

“Emily,” Becky said in a serious tone that was so unlike her as she grabbed her distraught friend by the shoulders and pushed her away reluctantly to make sure one last time, “Are you sure you want to do this?” 

“I don‘t know,” Emily whimpered leaning into return to the kiss managing to push Becky unto her back, but Becky still resisted. Emily started crying again as she fought with Becky to get her to kiss her.

“Emily stop,” Becky pleaded still holding Emily at bay despite herself, “Just tell me you really want this and you’re not just freaking out. Tabitha…”

“Tabitha’s not here!” Emily yelled in frustration, “I just want to feel good! Help me, Becky. Please!” Emily’s tears were now dripping onto Becky’s face. “Please…” Emily pleaded one more time as she sobbed above Becky.

“Emily…” Becky tried one more time to make sure that Emily really wanted to do what they were about to do, “We shouldn’t do anything you’ll regret later.”

“I don’t care about later,” Emily said in a weak voice still crying, “Just let me make love to you now. Fuck later. I was so scared, Becky. Please just help me feel better. Please, Becky...”

There was no way Becky could resist that. She knew she’d probably hate herself in the morning for doing this to Tabitha, but Emily was right: Tabitha wasn’t here and Emily needed someone to help her in the only way she knew how. In her heart of hearts she knew it didn’t make much sense, but nothing from that night made much sense.

Without another word Becky pulled Emily back to her for another kiss throwing caution and common sense to the wind. Need was the engine of their passion. It wasn’t the way she’d wanted to win Emily over, but it would do.

Emily’s hunger was maddening. Her hands were everywhere and her mouth seemed to be sucking the very life from Becky. Emily almost tore Becky’s shirt forcing her hands under the thin fabric of her tight, black t-shirt to paw at her friend’s soft breasts. She groaned like an animal devouring its prey before the scavengers came. Becky was having a hard time keeping up.

Becky soon found herself being forced to take control. It took almost all of her strength just to roll Emily on her back. Once she did she sat up and quickly removed her stretched out shirt before Emily could tear it to shreds. Emily’s hands were back on her breasts before she even got the t-shirt over her head. 

Becky would’ve laughed at her friend’s urgency if the look of need weren’t there in Emily’s eyes every time she looked into them. Instead she just gently pulled those anxious hands away from her breasts and down to her belt buckle before reaching down to untie Emily’s skirt. Emily took the hint and unbuckled the belt before unbuttoning and unzipping Becky’s pants. 

Becky got off the bed for a second to make it easier to shed her tight jeans then bent over Emily. With a quick tug she removed the flimsy skirt from Emily’s thin body and then helped rid Emily of her tank top. Then, almost on a whim, she grabbed Emily by the hand and pulled her up off the bed.

“What are you…” Emily started as Becky gathered her clothes up and then pulled her out of the room. 

“We’ll be more comfortable in my room,” Becky said simply as she led Emily across the dining room to the master bedroom which she kept for herself. Emily followed where Becky led her and soon found herself being thrown onto Becky’s large, soft bed.

Suddenly Emily was much calmer. When Becky crawled onto the bed and crouched over her she simply accepted her kiss bringing her hands to Becky’s shoulders and arms. The passion was still present, but most of the wildness had gone, left behind in the still darkly charged atmosphere of Tabitha’s room. 

The need to feel loved was still there, but Emily now let Becky have complete control of the situation. She soon realized that it was the right thing to do. Becky knew that would probably her only realistic chance of finally showing Emily what she’d wanted to show her since she’d first caught her eye back in high school. She wasn’t going to waste such an opportunity with a halfhearted effort. Becky wanted to make Emily come like she never had before.

Her movements were patient, but the awareness that Tabitha would be home in only a few hours never left her mind. They had plenty of time to explore, but not all night. Besides, Emily needed a release and she needed it now. Becky’s actions showed her awareness of this indisputable fact.

Becky’s mouth broke away from Emily’s kissing down the side of her friends face to her ear and down her neck. Her hand explored the soft curve of Emily’s breasts while Emily stroked her arms tenderly. When Becky’s fingers gently tweaked Emily’s nipple Becky was rewarded with a soft sigh.

Moving across Emily’s neck Becky placed light kisses on that beautiful chin. She then moved back to Emily’s neck and up to her other ear. Becky’s attentions then shifted again. Her kisses moved down to Emily’s small, perfect breasts. 

Emily sighed when Becky took her nipple between her lips. She sighed again when Becky’s hand reached her swollen lips to caress them and gently force her fingers into Emily’s depths.  Becky’s touch was different than Tabitha’s, slightly more aggressive, hastier, but Emily didn’t mind. She wasn’t even thinking of Tabitha right now.

Becky was equally guiltless. As her fingers curled up inside of Emily’s tight pussy trying their best to make Emily scream her thoughts were completely focused. Emily’s warm sex felt so good around her fingers. The way she squirmed and cooed was intoxicating just like she always knew it would be. Becky’s fingers curled up and Emily squealed even louder. It was beautiful.

Kissing her way across Emily’s chest she took her roommates lover’s other taut nipple into her mouth for a loving suckle. Emily’s sighs were already giving way to deep groans of pleasure as Becky’s experienced fingers worked their magic. Those fingers were hitting spots inside of Emily that Tabitha had never even come close to touching. 

Her breathing was becoming ragged though she still remained passive almost afraid to move. Her hands grabbed a little harder at Becky’s shoulders, but that was it. She never even opened her eyes. All she wanted was to come and as Becky squeezed her pinky into Emily’s tight pussy she felt it beginning to build.

Suddenly her pleasure took over her body and Emily went rigid with a scream. Her hands gripped hard on Becky’s shoulders. Her fingernails dug into the soft flesh drawing a little blood unintentionally. Becky winced and bit down for a second on Emily’s nipple without thinking in reaction. It only seemed to make Emily come harder.

As the orgasm coursed through her body Emily’s rigidity gave way to shakes. Becky’s fingers kept pumping inside of Emily’s convulsing sex but her mouth returned to kiss Emily’s now flushed face. Emily’s hands left Becky’s shoulders to guide her friend to her mouth for a fiery kiss. 

Almost all of Emily’s passiveness was gone. Leaving one hand on the back of Becky’s head she allowed her other to find the aroused center of Becky’s being. Becky’s body jerked in response to the aggressive, but gentle touch.  The sudden change in Emily’s behavior caught her off guard. Not that she minded. She was glad that Emily had decided to rejoin the game. 

Now both girls worked hard to bring each other to orgasm. Emily tried to emulate Becky’s actions, but found it hard to concentrate as Becky’s finger’s stretched her insides in a most pleasurable way. She was forced to simply concentrate on Becky’s clit. Becky didn’t seem to mind, humping her hips against Emily’s fingers until Emily broke the kiss.

“Fuck me, Becky,” She said breathlessly as she reached around to Becky’s ass to pull her down to her, “Fuck me with your pussy.” She didn’t even know what she was saying, but it didn’t matter. 

Becky did as she was asked removing her fingers from Emily’s cunt and bringing her crotch down onto Emily’s raised thigh. Rising up she positioned her sex on top of Emily’s with a sigh grabbing a hold of Emily’s legs for before she began to grind against her. Emily’s hands quickly found their way to Becky’s hips. 

“Oh, god, fuck me,” Emily grunted grinding up against Becky’s sopping pussy. Her eyes shut tight enjoying the feeling of their pussy lips sliding against each other. Becky, on the other hand, enjoyed the sight of Emily’s lithe body squirming underneath as their pussies kissed. It was a beautiful sight.

The bed springs squeaked in protest as they pounded their crotches together almost violently. The headboard was slamming hard against the wall. Anyone walking down the sidewalk would know exactly what was going on in Becky’s house, but neither of them cared because it didn‘t matter. If the wall banging didn’t give it away the sound of their grunting intermingled with impassioned calls to god and each other would’ve clued them in.

This was so much better than Becky had ever imagined. The friction, the feel of Emily’s sex slipping and sliding against hers was electric. Sweat was pouring from her body and she found it a struggle to keep herself upright as they fucked. 

Becky couldn’t take it much longer. She fell on top of Emily to kiss her sweet mouth hard still grinding her sex against Emily’s sweat soaked body. Becky had to kiss this beautiful angel who had suffered such indignity. She had to let her know how much she wanted her.

Emily’s thigh quickly found its way between Becky’s legs to make it easier for them to keep fucking. Becky’s thigh did the same. Their sweat and the musky lubricant seeping from their sexes smoothed their flow, but the wonderful friction remained. 

The scent of their lovemaking filled the room and their nostrils. It was such a wonderful smell. So pure and natural. It alone was almost reason enough for them to be fucking.

Becky was finding it hard to fight her bodies desire to come. She fought it hoping to prolong the pleasure, but her passion, the emotions that were boiling up inside of her and the delicious friction of her sex against Emily’s slick thigh made it impossible to hold back any longer.

“Oh god!” Becky yelled before screaming incoherently through her gritted teeth when her orgasm finally hit her hard. She slammed her hips against Emily’s thigh roughly and saw stars then went limp collapsing a top of Emily’s writhing body. 

Suddenly Becky found herself rolled onto her back and before she could even think of reacting Emily began taking control of the fucking. Emily sat up and once again their pussies kissed as Emily began hump Becky with a feral passion Becky found intoxicating. Her hands found their way to Emily’s hips helping her grind against her wanting to see her friend come once again.

“Come, Emily,” Becky urged as she stared into Emily’s glazed eyes that were open for the first time since they’d began. She saw desperation there mixed with lust and fear. This was so wrong, but it felt so good and at the moment that was still all that mattered. 

Becky ground up against Emily’s needy thrusts still whispering her encouragement. Emily was close. Her grinding was become wilder occasionally even missing the mark. She leaned forward trying to grab at Becky’s breast a little roughly. Becky winced when she succeeded squeezing her breast hard, but she did nothing to stop Emily’s groping. It was painful, but she didn’t mind.

Emily was almost there and, somewhat surprisingly, so was Becky. Emily grunted and Becky whimpered with shared lust. Their grudge fuck was about to come to a glorious end. They both knew it and they wanted to come together so badly. Neither needed to say this they just knew.

“I’m coming, Becky!” Emily shouted as the blinding force of her second orgasm finally overtook her. Becky would’ve responded in kind if she could’ve, but she found her own orgasm too intense to even consider it. Again she screamed through clenched teeth as she humped up against Emily’s rigid body weakly until she went limp. Emily shook then fell back on the bed exhausted and lost in her pleasure.

They both lay there panting on the bed lost in afterglow as reality began to return to Emily. The guilt about what she’d just done slowly leaked back into her consciousness as the lust faded and sobriety began to return, but when Becky crawled over her for a kiss she didn’t reject her. Still, Becky noticed a slight chill in her response and broke the kiss almost as soon as it had begun.

“What’s wrong?” Becky asked rolling off of Emily placing her hand on Emily’s belly gently. She had a feeling she knew, but she hoped it could’ve waited at least until the morning.

“What did we just do?” Emily whispered distantly.

“We just fucked,” Becky whispered back smiling before kissing Emily on the cheek.

“What’ll I tell Tabitha?” Emily looking seriously into Becky’s eyes.

“The truth,” Becky replied calmly.

“What’s the truth?”

“That you did nothing wrong.”

“Cheating on the only girl I ever loved isn’t wrong?”

“This wasn’t cheating, Emily. This was fucking. There’s a difference. What we just did was nothing bad. You needed comforting and Tabitha wasn’t here so you turned to me.”

“But…” Emily started only to be interrupted by Becky’s calming voice.

“But nothing, Emily. Do you love Tabitha?”

“Yes.”

“Does she love you?”

“I think so,” Emily sounded unsure, but Becky wasn’t.

“You know so. Don’t kid yourself. Tabitha loves you. I’ve known you both for a long time and I can tell. You two are in love. What we just did won’t change any of that. Now, if you think Tabitha needs to know about this tell her. I think she does, but that’s up to you.”

“I don’t want to lie to her, Becky.”

“Then don’t. It’s up to you, Emily. Do what you think is right. I know that you and Tabby can work it out if you do. You guys are too good together to break up over something like this.”

“Thanks, Becky,” Emily said with a smile.

“No problem, cutey,” Becky smiled back, “I love you guys. I’d hate myself if me or anything I did would cause you guys to break up. I doubt that would happen if you told her the whole story.”

“You’re such a good friend,” Emily said kissing Becky tenderly for what she intended to be one last time, but as Becky reciprocated it turned into something more quite quickly. 

This time it wasn’t because of stress or some attempt to hide from pain. This time it was about mutual affection and a way of showing how much Emily appreciated what a good friend Becky really was.

Without a word the girls maneuvered themselves so that they could taste each other at the same time. Lying on their sides they both rested their head on the others thigh while holding back the other leg with their arm while they tasted each other’s essence.

They took their time not caring that it was already past two. Emily couldn’t help but notice how different Becky tasted from Tabitha and how different her tongue felt on her sex. It was a good different. She was somewhat sweeter, but just as intoxicating as Emily’s true lover.

Becky found herself enjoying the taste of Emily’s musky cunt as well. She had wondered what this beautiful girl tasted like for so long. Tabitha had described it great detail one night when they’d all gotten good and drunk soon after Tabitha had moved in while Emily had blushed angelically in the corner, but it was so much better tasting it first hand. 

Their passion built quickly as they devoured each other enthusiastically. The guilt was all gone, but lust still remained. They were both very quickly approaching yet another orgasm.

Emily came first followed quickly by Becky, but they didn’t stop after that. They kept licking each other’s pussies until they came one more time before they finally broke away from each other because Becky was just too sensitive to go on.

By the time they had finished it was well past three and Emily realized that she should shower before Tabitha came home. She thanked Becky with another warm kiss before flicking off the light and allowing her to sleep.  Becky was more than happy to do just that. It had been a long time since she’d fucked like that. She was thoroughly exhausted.

 So was Emily, but she simply reeked of sex. A shower was definitely in order. A nice hot one with lots of soap and patient cleaning. She almost felt like touching herself and bringing herself to orgasm once more, but her poor pussy was just too sensitive.

By the time Emily finished with her shower, dried off and exited the steamy bathroom Tabitha was already home. She was laid out on their bed looking like a zombie when Emily opened the door to go to sleep. Emily hadn’t even heard her come in. She kissed Tabitha lovingly after shedding her towel and flicking off the light before she crawled into bed with her. 

“How was work?” Emily asked as she curled up next to her lover.

“Hellish,” Tabitha replied as she turned to face her with a smile, “Did you have fun hanging with Becky?”

“Yeah,” Emily said simply, “She’s great. Some of her friends were dicks, but Becky took care of that.”

“I hope it was nothing serious.”

“A little. Some asshole couldn’t take a hint, but Becky took care of it. She’s a good person,” Emily said diplomatically.

“That she is,” Tabitha replied dreamily beginning to give into fatigue satisfied with Emily‘s vague explanation. Emily watched her begin to drift, but suddenly a thought crossed her mind.

“Tabitha?” she asked quietly stroking her lovers cheek gently.

“Yeah?”

“Maybe we should reconsider that threesome thing. I’ve been thinking it might be fun.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I like Becky.”

“Me too. Maybe Sunday…”

“Night, Tabby.”

“Night, Baby.”

Emily watched her lover fall asleep with a smile before allowing herself to do the same. For a night that had started out so horribly it had certainly ended with a lot of promise. Emily still had a lot to think about, but right now she felt good. The bad stuff could wait for another day.
