Vicariously Hers ||babysitter x mom||WLW

Ch 4

"It's okay baby, I'll talk you through it." Her voice coaxed me further and further away from reality.

Her hands tangled in my curls, hot breath falling into my mouth, I could even taste the lingering wine on her tongue. I was in heaven, and never wanted to leave. My arms were wrapped tightly around her head and neck as we kissed, my hips bucking themselves onto her lap feverishly. Moans escaped my lips shamelessly, catching me off guard as I was never used to hearing myself in this manner.

I could almost taste her lust.

She pulled away and looked at me, those eyes searing into my soul. Meg smiled before inserting her fingers into my mouth, maintaining eye contact that threatened every single muscle in my core. She smiled proudly, a seducing smirk on her lips as she removed her fingers and trailed them down my body. Somehow my clothes were already off and she was groping my breasts. Right as her fingers approached my core, she leaned into me. Her lips brushing the skin on my ear causing a wildfire of goosebumps to spread on my skin.

"It's almost too good to be true, huh?" Her sultry voice spoke, right as roaring laughter ripped my eyes away from her.

I felt my entire body jerk, and suddenly Meg was gone from underneath me. Opening my eyes, focusing my blurry vision, I focused in on a hysterical Lori sitting at the edge of my bed. She was buckled over in laughter as she noticed that I'd woken up.

Sitting up, I realized there was drool down the side of my face.

"My god, were you having a wet dream or something?" Lori was still giggling as she stared at me. I was still slightly disoriented as I'd processed where I was. My room, I was in my room.

Not at Meg's house, grinding on her lap. No, I was in my fucking room with my best friend laughing at me.

"N-no!" I stuttered, feeling my face become insufferably hot.

"Why are you even in here?" I asked, failing to not sound defensive. Lori's face lit up in amusement as I aggressively wiped the drool off of my face.

"You know I come in here some mornings to scroll until you wake up, this morning was nothing different. But clearly I interrupted something." She said in a singysong voice reaching over to poke my cheeks but I smacked her hand away. This is embarrassing, but what is setting me off is that I never ever have wet dreams. In fact, this was my first one.

"I was just having a nightmare." I sighed.

"Must've been a super attractive monster then, you were begging for it 'not to stop'" she said with a mocking pout, before bursting into another fit of laughter. I gave her an angry face before grabbing a pillow to throw at her. Lori jumped up and ran out the room, my aim missing.

"Bye monster fucker!" She yelled, causing me to groan. More like mother fucker, but I wasn't going to give her another reason to make fun of me.

Thinking back to last night, I can't exactly say I'm surprised about what my subconscious decided to conjure up. Meg and I spent atleast two hours talking over wine, and it was more than amazing. Just like the time we spent together at the coffee shop, we went on and on about absolutely ridiculous things. I learned about her time in college and how she almost got kicked off her cheer team. She told me about her marriage to Shane and mentioned that it was more a matter of 'convenience' than love—which I'm sure is something she wouldn't have told me without being a little wine drunk first. She even asked me about my love life, and if I was dating anybody to which I answered no. At one point I'd spilled wine all over myself to which Meg came over to me with a paper towel, her hands dapping themselves all over my stomach and lap.

I felt my body warm up just thinking about it.

But the night ended normally, Shane never came home and but I took the darkness outside as my cue to finally leave. Gia had slept for so long I forgot what brought me to her home in the first place. The look on Meg's face when I left still was seared into my mind. I hated these feelings, I hated that it had to be latched onto someone as unattainable as her.