Sabrina ; The next generation

2

I laid in bed that night, finally having my phone back.

Naomi was on my mind and she absolutely would not leave. I had stared at her number for at least five minutes straight.

Then an idea came into my head and I grinned to myself as I clicked into the camera.

I sat up, pulling my t-shirt off.

I grabbed my phone again and pressed my boobs together with my arms before taking a picture.

Then I sent it to Naomi with a winking emoji.

A few seconds passed and then she had already seen the picture. I bit down on my lip, anxiously awaiting her response.

'Jesus fucking Christ Sabrina. I'm having tea with my grandmother'

I couldn't help but laugh, and then she started typing again.

'Nice tits though'

I continued to bite down on my lip as I texted her back.

'Ditch granny. Call me :(('

She read the message but the dots didn't turn back up, and after a while, I groaned and laid down again, but then my phone rang and her picture showed up on my screen.

"Hi friend." I grinned as I pressed my phone to my ear.

"Friend? I didn't know friends sent each other pictures of their tits."

"Oh, well I just wanted your opinion. They are terribly lonely. No one has gotten to see them for an entire month, Omi. That's tough."

I heard her laugh and the sound alone, softened my heart a little.

"How is it? Being out and everything. Do you feel like you've got this?"

"Of course. I've got therapy twice a week for the next year at least, maybe even for longer than a year, but I feel better. My body doesn't crave it anymore. My mind does, but that's psychological shit and takes a little longer to be fixed."

Naomi hummed slightly in response, and I hurried to continue so I could reassure her.

"But it's gotten better. I've learned some methods to uh... to distract myself when I get those cravings, you know? It's gotten really easy, actually."

"Yeah?" She asked. Her voice was so soft that it was killing me. "Good. That's good."

"Yeah, and there was this really hot nurse in the facility. You won't believe how hot she was."

Naomi laughed again.

"You can't be anywhere alone without finding a new face to obsess over, huh?"

"Well, worked out quite well in your favour, didn't it?" I smirked and I just knew she was rolling her eyes at me.

"Are you saying you obsessed over my face when we met?"

"Considering I let you go down on me the same night we met... then yes." I said, and we both laughed.

I stared towards the window, sighing. "Come over."

"Breena, it's almost midnight."

"So? You can stay the night here, maybe even go down on me like you did the night we met."

I heard her chuckle.

"You know you can't resist an offer like that." I said, smiling. "You just saw my tits two minutes ago. You can't say that didn't make you just a little bit horny."

She inhaled sharply.

"You are absolutely impossible, Sabrina. I'll be there soon."

She hung up and I grinned, sitting up to pull my t-shirt back on.

I crawled out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and then made my way downstairs.

My parents were still awake, laughing together about something in the living room.

"Hey, mum, da— oh my god!"

I clamped a hand over my mouth at the sight of mum straddling dads lap, hand in his hair and everything.

I heard dad sigh.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" She asked.

"Yeah, yes. Though I might have to go back to the clinic, this time for PTSD."

Dad let out a small laugh and then I felt mum's hand on my wrist, removing my hand from my face.

She stood in front of me.

"Why aren't you in bed?"

"Uh... well, Naomi's on her way over and I'm assuming that's alright since you two just traumatised me."

"Yeah, well you traumatised us when you almost killed yourself by running on a mission to get drugs in the middle of the night." Dad said, and I gasped, looking at him with wide eyes.

"That was cruel!" I said, trying to hold back a laugh.

"Too soon?" Dad asked, and mum rolled her eyes, walked over and slapped him in the head which only made him laugh.

"But I'm guessing that's a yes to the whole Naomi-sleeping-over thing."

"If she sleeps on the floor, yes." Dad said. "That mattress practically has her name written all over it."

I frowned.

"You seriously still want her to sleep on the floor? You realise she's never once slept on the floor in my room. We've done loads of stuff that you think can be stopped by her sleeping on the floor."

There was a knock on the door.

"Sabrina. Go open the door and shut up." Dad said and I grinned, flipping him off before I hurried out to the front door.

I ripped it open and just stood there, staring at Naomi and how beautiful she looked.

She was smiling at me and then she took a step forward and shut the door behind her.

"You look... really pretty." I breathed and she smiled, biting down on her tongue.

"I'm gonna go say hi your parents." She whispered, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips and I felt like dying right there and then.

She gave my hand a squeeze and then walked towards the sound of my parents talking.

Once she told my parents hi, she led the way up to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, watching Naomi put her bag on the floor.

She sat on the side of the bed, leaned back on her hands while looking at me with a smile.

"What?" She asked, ducking her head. "Don't tell me you're chickening out. Didn't you just offer me to eat you out if I came over."

I scoffed.

"I'm not chickening out. I'm just... I can't believe you're right there."

Her smile widened.

"I've been visiting you every day, haven't I? You saw me just yesterday."

"Yes, but this is different." I said and walked over, placing myself between her thighs.

Naomi ran her hands under my shirt, rubbing my warm skin while I ran my hands through her hair.

"We're alone in my bedroom. We're not at a facility." I whispered, placing my forehead against hers. "And I've missed having you this close."