Forbidden Kiss (Danielle Savre and Stefania Spampinato)

18. Phone Call

"I'm horny," Danielle said as soon as she heard a rustle coming through her phone, which was resting on her neatly made bed. She was pacing her tiny bedroom for the last fifteen minutes as if trying to reach her step goal. Even though it was still early in the morning, the sun was already high in the sky, rising the temperature to the point where Danielle felt like ripping her clothes off, although it wasn't the main reason she felt that way.

"Good morning to you as well," The girl chuckled. "Should I send you pictures or start moaning?" She yawned loudly before shifting in her bed and falling face down to the floor. A loud bang and a curse made Danielle stop in her tracks.

"What?" The blonde asked while making a face. "Ew, that's disgusting," She shook off. The thought of her best friend naked was somehow disturbing and unpleasant.

"Thank you for asking if I'm okay, you dickhead!" The girl loudly whined while trying to soothe her aching body. "You're such a good friend,"

"I'm sorry," Danielle rolled her eyes before falling to the bed, helpless. "Are you okay, Barrett?" She softly asked, trying to suppress a giggle.

"Can you try to make it a little bit more fake?" Barrett asked. The girl rubbed her face while carefully walking to the bathroom with the phone pressed to her ear. She gently placed her phone on the sink, putting it on speaker before pulling her pajama pants down and sitting on the toilet. "Oh, good heavens,"

"I can, but that's not why I called you," Danielle whined. She kicked her shoes off before pulling herself up to the bedhead and sitting down. Usually, Danielle wouldn't mind having a chitty chat with her best friend, but today, she was on a mission to get laid. Preferably by a hot Italian woman. "Remind me, why does our every conversation has to include you peeing?"

"Because you always call me when I want to pee?" Barrett raised her eyebrow in question as if Danielle could see her. "Who is she?" The curly-haired woman finally asked, making her friend squeal with excitement.

"Oh, where do I start?" The blonde eagerly clapped her hands, and before her friend could even answer, she was already spilling all the beans. "I first met her in high school, but nothing happened there until the point of graduation when she, out of nowhere, kissed me. Soon after, I left for college, and we never got the chance to speak about what happened. Fast forward to five years later, it's my first day back in LA, and I'm meeting with my friends at a local coffee shop. Nothing exceptional," Danielle took a deep breath before continuing. "Until I hear someone calling my name, and as you can probably already guess, it's her. Girl, when I tell you how my whole body went numb," The blonde tightly squeezed her thighs before heavily sighing.

"And you had an orgasm right there and then?" Barrett asked, amused. She couldn't remember if she's heard about the mysterious girl before, but it was getting interesting, and she was all ears for the drama.

"Don't interrupt me," Danielle quickly said. Even if Barrett was only joking, the thought of an orgasm was messing with the blonde's head. And it was already a mess on its own.

"Just stating facts," The curly-haired woman raised her hands in defense, again, as if Danielle could see her. "Please, continue,"

"She's a dance teacher, so later on, we accidentally met at a school when I came to pick up my friend's sister. We talked a little, and then the situation with Cara happened, so I gave her my number in hopes of us helping the girl. But instead of doing that, she asked me out for coffee, and obviously, I said yes because I didn't want to hurt her feelings," The blonde coughed a few times, trying to cover up a lie while Barrett was trying not to burst out laughing. "Everything was going smoothly until some shithead decided that it was a good time to insult the Italian beauty, so I punched him in the face,"

"You did what?" Barrett asked, pretending to be shocked while secretly loving the idea of a frustrated blonde. "That is horrible, Danielle,"

"I know, right?" The blonde said almost in a whisper. Her phone was now closely pressed to her right ear.

"What happened next? Did she want to see you again after that?" The curly-haired woman was now back in the bed, waiting for her Academy Award to arrive. She was one second away from a hysterical laugh.

"I thought she wouldn't, but surprisingly she did," Danielle got out of bed and slowly dragged her feet to the kitchen. The heat was getting too much to handle, so she poured herself a glass of cold water and sat down on a kitchen counter. "Her best friend Lucy and my friend Emma are now dating, so we met at Emma's party where we kissed and slept in the same bed. It's been pretty amazing if you'd ask me," The blonde bit down on her bottom lip as the memory of them making out appeared.

"So you had sex already, and now you can't get enough of it?" Barrett asked after a moment of silence.

"No, we didn't," Danielle quietly said. "Soon after, the whole situation with Cara happened, and she was just there for me. For us. But it's been almost a week since the accident, and since I saw her as she's busy with work and some family stuff," The blonde casually said as if the thought of it didn't make her physically ill.

As horny as Danielle was, she also missed Stefania. Italian's gentle touch and delicate kisses made her feel safe and appreciated. It was something she always craved and wished for yet never really had.

"That's it?" Barrett asked after her best friend suddenly got quiet. It went from funny to sad in a matter of seconds.

"Yes?" It was more of a question than a statement. "What were you expecting to hear?" Danielle laughed at the weird sound that Barrett made. The shorter friend was sure that her best friend was making that weird face she does when she's disappointed, and it made her laugh again.

"I don't know. I was hoping you'll drop some bomb on me," Barrett brushed her fingers through her curly locks. "Like she was in jail or anything like that, you know?"

"Oh," Danielle finished her water before speaking again. "I mean, she was my teacher in high school, but that's it,"

"I meant like a bomb, not a fucking nuclear!" The curly-haired woman yelled, making Danielle pull the phone away from her ear. "Next time, start with that, please,"

"It's not a big deal," Danielle put her friend on speaker so she could clean around the kitchen and not get her ear destroyed.

"It's not a big deal? How old is that woman?" Barrett's pitchy voice was something Danielle could never get used to. Whenever she got really excited or upset, she would start talking in high pitch as if it was the only way to make a point.

"In her early thirties," Danielle casually said. She wanted to add that age difference doesn't matter to her, but before she or Barrett could say anything, the doorbell harshly rang through the apartment, scaring both of them. Barrett tried saying something, but she was quickly hushed by her best friend, who was fast to open the door.

"Hi," The brunette quietly said as soon as the door opened.

"Hi," Danielle looked Stefania up and down as if trying to understand whether she was actually here. She wanted to say something else, but her mind went blank as soon as Stefania pulled her in for a hungry kiss.

It was the worst possible timing, not only because Danielle was wearing booty shorts with a sports bra but because Barrett was still on the phone, and she was still very horny.

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I'm back!

I'm very sorry for taking so long to update. It's been a bit crazy recently, and I didn't have much time for myself. Along that, my mental health has been all over the place too. But I'll try to update more often now!

It's a short and weird one, but I hope you'll like it! ☀

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