The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 25

It couldn’t have been more than ten minutes later that I awoke to my bedroom door opened. Through a sleepy haze, I rolled over, reaching my hand out to find my phone. I mumbled as I stumbled for my phone but came up empty handed. The darkness shielded whoever was creeping in. It wasn’t hard to guess that it was Melanie. Once I rubbed the drowsiness from my eyes, her form came into focus. She stood, leaning against the closed door. She wore a thin tank top that hugged her chest tightly. Her perky n*****s showed through.

The tight shorts clung to her thighs, short enough that they might be considered underwear. Her hair was swept up in a high pony tail. Her bangs fell over her face, shielding her eyes. I squinted. The moonlight cascaded around her, making it look like she was glowing.

“Mel?” I whispered. The silence was deafening and I was afraid that if I spoke to loud it might shake the comfort of the moment.

Mel took a step towards me. I swallowed, too afraid to move as she moved to the bed. My heart pounded against my chest. I bit my lip, hoping that it might stop the slight gasp that was bubbling up inside me.

Mel came into the light where I could see her more clearly. Her eyes were rimmed red. She wore a grim expression. I could smell her now. Flowers mixed with sweetness. But further down I could smell alcohol. She was drunk.

This was a different side of her than I was used to. When she was drunk, she was usually goofy and out of her mind. This side of her was serious. She looked as if she could overpower me at any second. I swallowed as fear overtook me.

“What are you doing?” I asked. My words were barely heard, I spoke so quietly. Mel bent over me. She pressed her hands into the mattress, arms caging me in.

I fell back, my hands pressed against my chest, as I took in the sight of her. She moved quick, throwing her leg over me. She was over me, thighs pressing against my own, knees deep in the bed. The pounding of my heart traveled to my ears. My chest was heaving as she leaned down. Our eyes met. I could barely breathe.

I should shove her away. It wouldn’t be hard to. She’s drunk so she might be off balance.

But I didn’t. I could bring myself to when she’d been so distraught the last time. This was wrong. She shouldn’t be here.

I still couldn’t move my hands.

She glared down at me. “Where were you?”

I frowned. She couldn’t know that I’d been anywhere except for work in school.

“W-Work,” I stuttered out though I tried to keep my nerves down. It was hard to when her hips were pressing down to mine. My body hadn’t been in the mood to c*m, but it was still reeling from the video. I clenched my thighs as she moved above me. Her crotch was in direct position as my hard c**t.

She didn’t seem to notice.

She leaned further down, frowning. Her lips dropped at the corners, creating deep frown lines on her almost perfect face. Her red rimmed eyes made her look older. Like she’d been through years of torture and was crawling back to the place where she thought she could find comfort. I didn’t know if I could be that person. She needed someone who could be in control and knew what they were doing. I was stumbling through the dark, looking for my own rock to latch onto. She didn’t know what she’s doing when she came into my room.

“You’re lying,” she said, dipping lower until her chin meets my neck. She cuddles close to me.

I ball my fists at my sides, clutching harder into the sheets, trying so hard to fight the feelings blooming in my chest. The video keeps playing in my head and with her so close to me, breathing hot panting breaths on my neck and pressing down on my crotch, it makes it so hard to stop the need to c*m.

It’s like I’m fighting with my body and fighting off a fire bursting through my veins. She must know. She’s been wanting this for a long time. But she’s not going to tempt me. She won’t have my body when all she thinks this is is a game. She had me before because I didn’t know what I was getting into, but she wasn’t going to play me this time.

I push her gently away. It doesn’t work, as expected, but it does get her attention. She pulls away from my neck. It’s then that I notice the tears streaming down her face. They’re angry tears. Her eyes are piercing into me.

“Please,” she gasps out. She wipes her tears. I try to sit up, but she pushes me down roughly. I stare with wide eyes up at her.

She growls out with frustration. I stare up with her, not knowing what to do next. Her hands are wrapped around my wrists, shoving my head above my head. My heart hammers against my chest. I’m away of how exposed I am. My top clings highly to my breasts. They brush against her chest. Our n*****s are centemeters apart. So close to touching…

I bite my lip and turn my head.

“Why?” She asks. She studies my face. Her gaze is a hot fire over me.

“Don’t…”

She leans down and kisses along my neck. I let out a shocked gasp. She sucks below my ear. It stings for a second and then the pleasure sets in. I squirm beneath her. The alcohol smell is stronger. I latch onto how wrong it would be the stake advantage of her when she’s out of her head.

“Mel. It’s not right.”

“Why is it wrong?” She mumbled against my skin. It sends shock waves through my.

“This will mess us up. You don’t want me like I want you.”

She pulls back. She’s frowning again.

“Like what?”

I turn to her but still don’t meet her eyes. I take a shaky breath.

“You only want my body.”

I hold my breath as I wait for her to respond. I don’t know what I’m expecting. Maybe shouts or demands for me to sleep with her.

Instead, she stands. Her warm body leaves mine. A cold gust falls upon me. My nerves shake as I yearn for her to press back against me. I’ve lost the one thing that kept me grounded.

She leaves me wondering if I made the wrong choice.