No Homo

One

Here goes nothing. Cheers!
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Her fingers trail my body, stopping over the thin fabric between her and my throbbing pussy. My panties are soaked and beneath them it's two times wetter. Her mouth scours my neck as her hand slips beneath my thong. Her fingers start to spread my lips her thumb softly sliding over my clit, my hips bucking up as she grinds her ha-

Beep beep. Beep beep.

I open my eyes slowly, still groggy, before rolling over and slamming my fist onto my alarm clock. God dammit. That's the fifth night in a row. Another wet dream that has me waking up and feeling like I just swallowed 8 Viagra. 

How lovely, note the sarcasm. 

I crawl out of bed, aching between my legs. I need to get laid and stop this shit. I hop in the shower, lathering my long hair as well as my body as fast as possible. 

After pulling on a black thong, leggings, and a cute striped crop top, I grab my bag and make my way to the kitchen. I greet both of my parents with a chaste kiss on the cheek before they rush out of the house. 

I grab a pear and my car keys before making my way out to Justine. That's my baby, my precious black Ford Edge. I hop inside and drive to school blasting my usual mix of whatever the hell comes on when I press shuffle. 

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I park my car, grabbing my backpack and gym bag before locking Justine with a satisfying *beep*. Just as I shove the keys into my pocket, Denae comes bounding up to me, linking our arms as we walk to our lockers, talking about our equally uneventful weekends. 

We drop our backpacks in our normal lockers before heading to the locker rooms with our gym bags. The locker room is pretty large and Denae's locker is on the other side of the room from mine so we split up. I put in the combination then start putting everything from my bag into the locker, attempting to make it look nice. 

"Aw what do we have here? Maia without her little puppy dog girlfriend."

Ah yes, without having to turn, I know it is none other than Jasmine Montez. My sworn enemy since like 2nd grade. I place the last of my things in before folding my bag and turning around. I momentarily lose the ability to breathe as I take her in. She's gorgeous per usual but her hair is falling in the exact way it was last night in my dream and her outfit is quite similar and I can't stop myself from remembering that dream. Nevertheless, a quip makes its way from my lips.

"Oh, Jazzy, baby. If you're jealous of Denae why don't you just say so? You know she's nothing next to you, princessa." I add a wink and watch the blush creep across her beautifully tanned skin, her dark brown eyes going wide beneath her long lashes. 

"Aw, speechless, babe? Usually I have to do either a lot more or a lot less to get someone this quiet." I add as I slam my locker shut, ready to leave Jasmine and the stuffy locker room. That is until a small, manicured hand is on my shoulder and two perfectly glossed lips are mere centimeters from mine. 

"Say that again." I feel the words more than I hear them. Her soft breath fanning on my lips.

"Excuse me?"

"Princessa. I like the way you say that. Say it again." 

"Princessa? What's so special about that?"

"It's what I'd want you to moan in my ear."

"Um the fuck? Excuse me? Where the fuck is this coming from. Are you feeling okay??" I don't bother to hide the confusion. Taking a slight step back, I bring the back of my hand to her forehead, "You runnin' a fever or something?"