Hello, I'm (In love with my best friend) (Completed)

Chapter Twenty Three

Hi babies! What's up? I miss you guys a whole lot and I'm definitely gonna update more during the summer time because right now I'm SO freaking stressed out with school! It's crunch time bc exams are coming up and the year's about to end and I just have a lot on my plate so bear with me please!!

DISCLAIMER- I own nothing but the plot and am not affiliated with the cast/crew of Faking It in any way. This is a work of fiction and I'm not making any profit.

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"Have you ever..done it with a guy?" Amy asked, laying her head on Ciara's lap as they laid on her bed. She was just asking random things that she was curious to know, not seeing any harm in it. 

She felt the girl tense up as she nodded. "Uh..yeah. I have." She laughed awkwardly a little bit before continuing. "..I was 14 years old. I wasn't out at the time, so to lay low I had been seeing this guy I knew through family friends or whatever. He was 17, at the time, mind you..and God, all that boy saw in me was that I was young and naive and willing to give it up to him. He got into my head about how if I really liked him then I'd do it and how it was gonna make us closer.." She tensed up again, looking away. "...So I did it. And it hurt. A lot. But what hurt more than the physical aspect was that I was dumb enough to let him take advantage of me." She shook her head, sighing as her legs began to shake.

Amy sat up, cupping her girlfriend's cheeks in her hands and looking into her deep brown eyes.

"Ciara, babe...did-did he rape you?" She didn't want to ask, but she needed to know.

Obviously, there wasn't really much she could do if it had happened, but she just didn't know how anyone could ever hurt someone as amazing as her. It made her angry.

Ciara didn't answer for a while. She just sighed, running a hand through her thick curls.

After a few minutes, Amy laid back down on her, pressing a soft kiss on her thigh.
"It's alright...we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. But if you ever want to, then you know I'm here."

Ciara leaned down and kissed her on the lips, their foreheads touching. "I know. Thanks, baby."

It was silent for a few more minutes-but a comfortable one. Ciara ran het fingers through Amy's hair, the younger girl shivering at the sensation.

"Okay, now let me ask you something," the dark skinned girl said.

"Anything," Amy replied, closing her eyes. Her position with her girlfriend was so relaxing and comfortable, which made her feel at ease. Plus, she had nothing to lie about so she was ready for any type of question the girl was about to ask.

"Do you...do you touch yourself when you think of me..?" Ciara whispered in her ear quietly.

Shivers shot through Amy's spine as her eyes popped open. She could instantly feel herself blushing.

Okay, so she was prepared for any other question besides THAT.

Amy gulped, ignoring the question. If Ciara didn't answer hers, then she was allowed to stay silent, too, right?

It occurred to Amy that their questions really weren't the same, for Ciara's was a lot more serious and complicated, but she still didn't want to answer. Sure, that was her girlfriend, but the fact that she did actually masturbate when she thought of her was kind of embarrassing to admit aloud.

"You don't wanna answer, huh? It's okay," she laughed, shrugging it off. "I'll tell you the truth-I do it. I touch myself sometimes and I think of you when I do it," she confessed, looking down at Amy.