-2 weeks later-
Malorie's POV:
Her hand is down my pants.
Her hand is down my pants, and I'm about to finish, and-
"Wake up, honey. You gotta go to school," dad says.
"Fuck!" I say.
"Good morning!" He says, smiling.
"I was having a really good dream, dad!" I say.
"I'm so sorry. Get up!" He kisses my forehead.
"I'm up. Can you close the door on your way out?" He nods and walks out. I FaceTime Baylie. She's in bed.
"H-hey," she whispers.
"Baylie.. I just had a sex dream."
"Oh! Perfect!"
"Baylie."
"Y-yes.. Mal?"
"I think tonight's the night. Baylie I started my meds, and I.. I feel good, and I had a sex dream and I don't feel guilty."
"Yeah? That's good. I'm go glad, Mal. Keep talking, fuck." My eyes widen.
"Baylie what are you.." she smiles.
"Keep talking, sweetheart please."
"Are you up?!" Daddy shouts.
"Yeah!" I call back. I look at the screen. Her tits. Oh my god.
"How do you expect me to speak if I'm flustered, Baylie?" I whisper.
"That works too. Tell me how I make you nervous, then." My jaw drops.
"Baylie.. where the fuck did you learn this from?"
"Don't ask questions. I've actually read art-icles.." she takes in a breath.
"Baylie.. your tits.. are.. I want- to see you."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I do. I really wanna see you, oh, fuck. Keep- doing that." She moves the camera to her face and then smiles.
"Baylie-" she closes her eyes.
"Baylie.." I turn on my stomach and watch her face.
"Baylie," I whisper. She whimpers. My dad comes in.
"Get out! Get out! Go go go get out!" I shout. He immediately walks out.
"Oh my god!" I look at the screen. She's grinning. She bites her lip, open her eyes, and then holds eye contact with me.
"Hey," she whispers.
"Oh my god." I bury my head into my pillow.
"I had a dream where you were.. touching me. And now- now I want that."
"Maybe.. Lexi will take me to your house. And we can skip."
"You are so right, Baylie. I gotta- I'll fake sick! I'll go to school and then pretend get sick?"
"Yeah," she says smiling. I close my eyes and sigh.
"Mal?" She whispers.
"Yes." I look at her.
"Do you not.. touch.. yourself?"
"I do. But I can't. Cause- yeah."
"Cause.."
"Cause- I can't have just one round. We'll leave it at that."
"Makes sense." I stand up.
"I gotta get ready. I'll see you later?" She nods.
YOU ARE READING
"Pretty Girl"
RomanceMalorie Abbott hates everything. Life especially. She feels as if she's alive just to suffer. Nothing is going good. She just got diagnosed with her 6th mental illness, and she has no hope. Baylie Lionel loves life. An optimist at the surface, she...
