Thank you to Oldbroad76 for editing.
"So, are you going to tell me about this new job or what?" Emily said to me.
I laid on her bed, flicking through my phone as she was getting ready on the other side of the room.
"There's not much to tell." I said to her.
I tried my best to play it cool, but inside I was dying! Emily had been my best friend for as long as I could remember, but how could I tell her everything that I had gotten up to for the last month or so! What if she stopped wanting to be my friend? No, I couldn't do that.
"Well, it must be pretty good," she said as some clothes flew onto the floor. "I mean it's pretty much stolen my best friend!"
"You're so dramatic." I sarcastically replied, hoping it would get some heat off.
"Urgh, I have nothing to wear!" Emily then groaned.
In classic Emily style, I was ready an hour ago, and she still wasn't dressed. To be fair, me being ready was a pair of jeans and a baggy t-shirt. Although I still felt a little self-conscious as it wasn't my normal plaid skirt and white blouse.
We were going out to a bar, with it being a bank holiday, so I thought I had to wear normal clothes.
"You have a wardrobe full of clothes." I joked to her.
I was barely paying any attention. I kept clicking on my messages to Brad. He hadn't texted me since our little sexting session. I know that Grace told me he likes me, but I still worried if he didn't.
There was some movement in the corner of my eye, and I suddenly saw Emily step out from the cover of her wardrobe wearing a short, black skirt and black tights but no top on! She was just in a black bra.
Instantly my eyes gazed at her body. She was a little taller than me but very slim and toned. She also hit the sunbeds fairly often, so her flat, tanned stomach had my tongue tied.
I had seen Emily like that tons of times before, and it never had any effect on me, but since I had slept with Mrs Unsworth and her "pet" Charlotte, I saw women in a different light. Instead of just looking at my friend, I saw a sexy, beautiful woman.
Emily's breasts weren't as big as mine, but she was wearing a push up bra that really made her cleavage look great. She had long brunette hair with a few strands of blonde in that fell down her body.
"What do you think? Should I go with the skirt?" She asked.
My mouth felt dry as I looked upon her. I even felt a little twinge between my legs.
That's your best friend! Stop looking at her like that!
"Erm, I, yeah," I stuttered out, "I like it."
As much as I tried, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her.
"Good. Hopefully we can get a few guys buying us drinks tonight," Emily joked and turned back around, leaving me to gawk at her smooth, bronze back. "Not all of us have money coming in."
Please take off that bra.
I couldn't speak. I could barely think as she faced away from me.
"What, no quick come back about how God doesn't want me to flirt with a man?" Emily then joked out.
Right, get it together Zara!
"Flirting's okay, but fucking on the other hand."
As soon as I said it I slapped my hand over my mouth! Did I really just say that to her!
Emily slowly turned to look at me, a little grin on her face.
"Zara! Did you just swear?" She asked with her mouth open in a smile.
"I... I... it slipped out." I stuttered back to her, mortified.
I had said plenty worse when getting fucked like a slut, but Emily didn't know that!
"You're so adorable." Emily said and returned to her clothes.
I'm not adorable. I hate that!
"Don't worry. If any guys come over, I can do the talking." She said.
I know she meant it in a nice way, but it just came out condescending.
"I think I know how to flirt." I told her firmly, wanting to stand up for myself.
"Zara, come on," Emily said as she kept looking through her clothes. "I didn't mean any offence, but who is still the virgin out of us two?"
"Who says I'm still a virgin." I blurted out before I had a chance to stop myself.
When Emily turned round with a look of pure shock on her face, I could feel my own cheeks burn red. My hands sweated, and I had to look to the floor out of embarrassment.
"Are you serious?" She asked.
"I... I... well, I just." I stuttered out,
oh god, why don't I think before I speak!
"Zara!" Emily almost shouted, "have you had sex?"
"Well, I mean..." Fuck sake, no point hiding it now, "yeah."
When she didn't reply, I looked up to see a complete look of shock on her face.
"When? How? Who?!" She almost shouted and ran over to the bed.
I was so embarrassed that I only stared at her bouncing tits a little bit before she got onto the bed with me.
"Come on, tell me," She said and prodded my arm. "Was it with Doug?"
"No." I told her.
I clutched my arms across my stomach, almost hugging myself in embarrassment.
"Then who? Come on." She kept asking.
"Emily... I, I can't." I whispered. I could even feel myself get a little choked up about it.
"Hey," Emily said, clearly seeing that I was getting upset. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me."
I wiped a tear from my eye and still refused to look at her.
"Zara, I'm your best friend in the whole world," She said and nudged my arm. "I don't care if you've fucked half the men in England! You'll always be my best friend."
I gave a little chuckle through a sniffle and wiped my eyes again.
"Well, I haven't been with half the men in England." I joked out with a croak in my voice.
"Good, save me some," Emily joked and then went back to her wardrobe. "You don't have to tell me anything, but if you want to I'm here."
"Thank you." I whispered, my fingers playing in front of me.
Eventually, Emily picked a top. It was king of a fluffy jumper that was definitely too small for her. It stopped just above where her skirt started, and it showed a little bit of her toned stomach.
We went to the bar that Emily picked out. I had a glass of water, and she had a non-alcoholic cocktail. Neither of us were drinkers, but Emily liked to give off the impression that she was.
"I have to ask," Emily said, turning very serious as we sat down. "The way you reacted before, this person you had sex with, they didn't force you, did they?"
Oh god!
I couldn't believe she just asked that! But who could blame her. One mention of sex, and I start crying!
"No, not at all." I told her.
"Good, because if they had, I would cut off their balls!" Emily said very loudly, and I burst into laughter.
"Oh no, I wouldn't want you to do anything to his balls." I said with a little smile.
"So, are you seeing him? This mystery man?" Emily asked. "Not that you have to tell me."