Info:
Valerie (Val for short)
Dom
Lesbian
Is wearing a hoodie and shorts (nothing underneath)
Missy
Sub
Bisexual
Is wearing a dress
Chapter 1:
I was sitting on my bed, reading my book, when I heard my phone ring. I looked up from my book and at my phone, laying face down, beside me. With my free hand I picked up my phone. My eyes lit up. It was Missy! I put down my book and answered the call enthusiastically.
"Hello," I said.
"Hey Val, can you come over please?," She sniffled.
"Yeah, yeah, of course. Is everything okay?"
"Uhm, yeah I guess. I'll tell you when you get here, okay?," She asked me.
"Yes, of course I'll be there in 5," I told her.
"Okay," she paused, "see you then."
I grabbed my keys and flew down the stairs. I rushed out the door and into my car. As I drove, a million thoughts ran through my mind. What happened? Why was she crying? Is she okay? I'm so worried.
I made it to her house and knocked on the door. I waited impatiently. After about a minute I heard the lock on the door clicking. The doorknob slowly turned and opened. She stood at the door, holding it open. I looked her up and down. She was wrapped in her blanket, but she still had her favorite dress on. She was barefoot and her eyes were wet and her under eyes had a red tint to them. I wrapped my arms around her waist. I felt her put her head on my shoulder as she wrapped her arms around my upper arms. I started getting warm. I could feel my hands start to sweat, my face filling with blood and my stomach was queasy. These were regular feelings I felt toward Missy. I felt these feelings for a while. I reluctantly broke away from our hug. I grabbed her hand and clasped it in-between mine.
"Is everything okay?" I asked her. She sniffled,
"Yeah it's just," she paused. Her voice was shaky and she let a tear stream down her face before she continued. "Peter broke up with me".
"What?!" I gasped. She let out a few more tears. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry," i said. However, I was secretly jumping up and down in my head. She spun on her heels and walked to the living room. She plopped herself down onto the couch. I looked around I could see tissue apon tissue, a whole tub of ice cream that was half empty and she had her comfort show, never have i ever. I sat next to her. She leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm around her and rested my hand on her shoulder. "Y'know, Peter is stupid for breaking up with you" I told her. She stayed silent. "You could do so much better than him. He doesn't deserve you," I reassured her.
I lightly grabbed her chin and shifted her head to mine, "There's people who would appreciate you way more." I slowly brought my face closer to hers. I closed my eyes. Our lips touched together, my heart pounding. And honestly, my clit was throbbing for her. Our embrace had shortly ended. We stared at each other for a long minute until Missy broke the silence from giggling. I followed shortly after. She grabbed my shoulders and kissed me. I was throbbing even more. She got on top of me, her knees on either side of me. I put my hands on her hips. I rubbed my hands up her body and onto her back, feeling for the zipper. After looking for it for a while, I found it. I grabbed the zipper and slowly dragged it down her back, her dress peeling off with it revealing the laungire she had underneath (I assumed it was for Peter). I throbbed at the sight of her. She broke away from our kiss and got up from the couch. "Follow me," she giggled.
