Behind closed doors

Chapter VII: The Banquet

A/N I know Jane and Amy are gonna sound like they're dating, no they're not they're just "best friends" who platonically cuddle. 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↔️

This past month, I've been spending every day and night with Jane. It's been wonderful waking up next to her, her arms wrapped around my body. I started to forget what my home looked like without her. It was amazing. I loved going shopping with her, cooking meals with her, hanging out at her work, studying together and getting ready for the upcoming banquet together.

This has been the best month of my life.

I woke up next to her, in my bed, her head was buried into my chest. "Jane, we need to wake up, the banquet is today." I whispered trying to get her to wake up. "Good morning Ames." she smiled. We walked to the bathroom and started to get ready for the day. "Ames, today is gonna be a long day. We need to get our nails, hair and makeup done." she mumbled, with her toothbrush in her mouth. "Okay." I muttered. I wasn't really keen on getting my hair and make up done, I don't like it when people touch my face and hair.

"Amy are you okay?" Jane asked, concerned. "I just don't like it when people touch my hair and face." I said, looking down at the floor. "Oh angel, what if I do it. Would that be better?" Jane suggested, putting her hand on my face. "I think so." I replied. "Good." she smiled. We got dressed and headed to Jane's car.

Jane and I have gotten closer during this past month. We would cuddle and do everything together, but just as best friends. It meant nothing more than that and I was okay with that. I want Jane to be happy and if she'd be happier with me as her bridesmaid rather than her bride, I guess I could live with that.

What am I even saying?! No I can't.

I can't stop thinking about her. How her lips would feel on my skin, what it would feel like to have her love me back. How her hands would feel around my neck. I wanted her, I craved her. It's an overwhelming combination of love and lust I am unable to escape. I want her to treat me like a princess and then a filthy slut while she chokes me to sleep. Fuck, I hate being so perverted.

We arrived at the nail tech, I felt quite nervous because my nail beds were a mess. We both got french tips, surprisingly the experience wasn't as daunting as I predicted. It was nice.

While we were driving back we came to the discussion that we would cancel our hair and makeup appointments and just do it ourselves.

When we walked through the door Jane immediately led me to the bathroom. Her shower was like a combination of a shower and a bath, with a hand held shower head. She let the shower run, then she got bottles of salon quality, shampoo and conditioner. When she felt the water was warm enough, she told me to bend over so that my hair was laid in the bathtub. I did as I was instructed and Jane started to wet my hair with the shower head. She then squirted some shampoo into her hand. She bent don't and gently started massaging my scalp, making sure to get the shampoo in every crevice of every hair follicle on my scalp.

She then took the shower head and rinsed my hair with warm water. She then took the bottle of conditioner and squeezed a bigger glob in her hand than with the shampoo. This time she applied the conditioner to my ends and rubbed it in gently before rinsing my hair once again. Unlike with the shampoo she conditions my hair twice according to her it would make my hair softer.

After we finished my hair, Jane turned on her flat iron to get it to heat up while she dried my hair for me. Jane blow dried my hair for me, till it was all nice and dry. When she finished she started straightening her dark luscious curls. I took a while but when she finished she looked drop dead gorgeous. I wanted to rip off her volleyball shirt and shorts and fuck her till her hair curls back up.