Square one

Confession

Josie's POV:

Hope is in the shower now, so all is calm in my room for the most part but my head is still spinning. "You were having a sex dream." I confess, I was... but I didn't mean it. I totally didn't want it- at all. I hate how I feel like I know this girl, that I should know this girl, yet I don't. It's like I'm missing a puzzle piece that helps me see everything so much clearer. Last night... I didn't dream of Landon... I dreamt of Hope. I haven't had such lewd thoughts since- since Satan. Last night was an accident, and I swear she saw right through me when I told her I hadn't had a sex dream. I had had a sex dream, about her, and it was hot. I don't think I can look her in the eyes ever again.  

A territory not long forgotten,

gazing at the enemy, completely besotten.

Loins that start to quake, 

bodies begin to ache,

the yearning, the need,

desperate to feed

the insatiate longing for more,

more than just a kiss, 

pleasure to the core, 

that surely wouldn't go amiss. 

The dream wasn't like any other. She seemed to rouse me from a sleep in the library, having fallen asleep on my books. She was in school uniform, which looked so cute on her, and my heart soared. She picked up my chin with simply one finger, bringing my face into the light, "You alright Jo?" I felt myself smile, "yeah, but I'm even better now that you're here." It was a cheesey thing to say, but I meant it in the moment, for some reason. I barely know this girl for god's sakes. She grinned, stepping closer to me, and I moved, pulling her in between my legs. I stood ever so slowly, taking her hand into mine. "I-I want to kiss you... may I?" "Mhm." She hummed, pulling me towards the corner of the shelves, her hand on my waist. I had cupped her face, and pressed my lips against hers, our lips moving ever so quickly. I pressed her back up against the bookshelf, leaning into her, as her hands grazed my skin, drifting up my shirt. I made a tiny whimpering sound as her fingertips touched my breasts, pressing into her some more. Taking one hand away from her face, my hand went to my side, before tracing up her thigh, to the bottom of her skirt. I look at her, her teeth now capturing her bottom lip, and ask, "Hope~ C-Can I touch you?" She nods, squeaking a quick, "Yes~" My hand had started to drift up her inner thigh, closer and closer when she let out a loud whine. I smirked, her breath hitching as I eventually found the waist band of her bottoms, my fingers dipping in, not particularly close to her core yet, already feeling the heat emanating from her core. I gulp, then I am in my room, woken up, by Hope. "You were having a sex dream." Ugh smug bitch. 

Hope's POV

I let the warm water rain down on me. My face is red and I have major butterflies. God. She pinned me up against the wall. She touched my chest- I- she had a sex dream about me. I was up before her, hearing her mumble, but these words sounded clear as day when they came from her lips, "Hope~ C-Can I touch you?" The thought of it. I miss my Josie so much... even if she wasn't really mine. Not yet. Maybe not ever now that she has Landon... fuck