GODLESS PLEASURES

Chapter 7: Straight Until Friday

“I’m not into girls,” Jess said with a nervous laugh, biting into her popsicle as rain tapped gently against the dorm window. “Sure,” Ava smirked, lying back on her bed in nothing but her oversized hoodie and cotton shorts. “You’re straight until Friday.” Jess rolled her eyes. “That’s two days from now.” “Exactly.” Ava stretched, arching her back like a cat. “Two days to prove me wrong.” It had started months ago this strange friendship that ran hotter than it should’ve. They were roommates, accidental pairings at the start of the semester. Ava was chaos in crop tops and smirks. Jess was order in oversized sweaters and neat to-do lists. They’d never made sense. Which was probably why they made so much sense. It was a Wednesday night. Their favorite kind of night. Midweek madness. Netflix, cheap wine, snacks that shouldn’t be legal past midnight, and “Rainy Day Dares” a game Ava invented where one of them had to dare the other during storms. It always started innocently. Tonight, it didn’t stay that way. The storm outside hadn’t even peaked, but something in the air had already shifted. Maybe it was the way Ava’s legs brushed Jess’s under the blanket. Or maybe it was the lingering stare Jess caught her giving. “Dare you to kiss me,” Ava said suddenly, lips curling at the corners like mischief was her second nature. Jess’s laugh died halfway. “That’s not funny.” “Who said I was joking?” Ava’s voice dropped lower. Jess stiffened. Ava leaned in. Close enough for Jess to smell her vanilla body lotion and the cherry lip balm she always borrowed without asking. Jess’s heart thudded. “Unless...” Ava tilted her head. “You’re scared you might like it?” Jess’s cheeks went red, fast. She hated how easily Ava could fluster her. Her brain screamed, No. No. No. But her body was leaning in. “Thought so,” Ava whispered. “You’re straight until Friday.” Jess tossed her popsicle stick in the trash and stood. “I’m going to bed.” But even as she turned away, she couldn’t stop thinking about Ava’s smirk. Jess avoided Ava all morning on Thursday. She left early for her 8am class, skipped lunch, even pretended to be on a call when she walked in and Ava was sitting on the couch eating cereal in her underwear. But nothing helped. Ava’s lips. Ava’s daring eyes. Ava’s heat. It was like trying to forget a song stuck in her head but worse. Because this wasn’t just a song. It was a feeling. A pull. In class, every time the professor mentioned the word “exploration” or “experiment,” Jess’s mind went somewhere else. Somewhere that had her thighs clenching under her desk. Ava texted her around 4PM: Ava: You’re still blushing. Even from across the dorm. Jess: I’m not. Ava: Come watch a movie tonight. I promise not to bite... unless you beg. Jess stared at her phone for a full two minutes before replying. Jess: Fine. One movie. That’s it. Ava: Sure. Just one... That night, Ava picked a romcom. Harmless. Safe. Jess brought popcorn and wore her loosest pajama pants. But Ava, true to herself, wore just that d*mn hoodie again. Bare thighs. Smooth legs. That pink bra strap making another guest appearance. They sat close. Too close. Jess pretended not to notice the heat of Ava’s thigh pressing against hers. Pretended not to care when Ava’s hand brushed hers, lingered for just a second too long. Halfway through the movie, Ava leaned over. “Still straight?” Jess snorted. “Still annoying.” Ava smiled. “I dare you to let me show you something.” Jess turned her head. “What?” Ava’s voice was barely a whisper. “Just say yes.” Jess’s lips parted. She didn’t trust herself. Didn’t trust Ava. But more than that, she didn’t want to stop. “Yes,” she breathed. Ava leaned in slowly this time, giving Jess the space to change her mind. She didn’t. Their lips met soft, exploratory, and charged. Jess tasted peppermint and trouble. Her fingers gripped Ava’s hoodie. Ava pulled back, eyes searching hers. “You okay?” Jess nodded, voice caught somewhere between fear and hunger. “Keep going.” Ava’s fingers skimmed under her shirt. Jess gasped. The way Ava touched her, it wasn’t just about the thrill. It was curiosity. Worship. Heat. “You’re trembling,” Ava said softly, kissing along her neck. “I’ve never done this,” Jess admitted. “I know.” Ava’s hand slid along her ribs. “Let me take care of you.” And she did. Jess’s shirt slipped over her head, revealing pale skin and a pink bralette. Ava kissed down the curve of her shoulder, across her chest, unclasping Jess’s bra with surprising skill. Jess moaned as Ava’s mouth closed around her n****e, licking, teasing, sucking. Her back arched into the touch. “Ava oh...” “Tell me to stop,” Ava whispered. Jess didn’t. Couldn’t. Her fingers wove into Ava’s hair as kisses trailed lower over her stomach, her hips, the elastic of her shorts. Jess shivered. “I’ve never... not even with a guy.” Ava’s smile was warm. “Then this will be your first time feeling it right.” She slid Jess’s shorts down, revealing trembling thighs and slick anticipation. Ava’s mouth followed the path of her hands, slow and reverent. When Ava’s tongue finally found her core, Jess cried out. Her hips bucked. Ava licked deeper, her rhythm steady, her tongue skilled and merciless. Jess twisted in the sheets, the pressure building fast. Ava added two fingers, curling just right. Jess shattered. The orgasm ripped through her, raw and real and blinding. Her cries were swallowed by the thunder outside. Her body stilled in aftershocks. Ava kissed her inner thigh, then her hip, her stomach soft, sweet kisses that grounded her. Jess stared at the ceiling, stunned. “What the hell was that?” Ava lay beside her, pulling her close. “That was Thursday.” Friday morning. Jess woke up tangled in Ava’s arms, their legs intertwined, the blanket half on the floor. She was sore, satisfied, and oddly at peace. Ava kissed her shoulder. “Happy Friday.” Jess turned over, brushing hair from Ava’s cheek. “I think I missed the deadline.” “Good,” Ava whispered, nuzzling her neck. “I was hoping you’d fail.” They lay in silence, listening to the last drops of rain. Jess didn’t say the words not yet. But in the space between their breaths, something had shifted. It wasn’t just lust. It was something scarier. And more real.