After flying for over 10 hours, i finally arrived at San Francisco International Airport. I decided to stop by the lounge to eat something and take a shower before going to Sophie's house. Sophie and i have been best friends since kindergarten, and we kept in contact even after i moved to London when we were in 9th grade, but now i was moving back to the States after getting into Stanford.
I took a cab, but unfortunately, the traffic was really bad. The driver informed me that the drive, which usually takes around 30 minutes, would now be at least an hour. So I put on my earbuds and stared through the window. The city was just the way I remembered it; the only thing that had changed was my reflection. My hair was still the usual burning red shade; now I had learned how to style it properly, so it fell in beautiful waves over my shoulders. My green eyes were no longer covered by thick glasses due to my short-sightedness, and now I knew how to do my makeup, so I've had a bit of a glow-up since I left. But in my head, I kinda looked the same, just a bit more tidy.
After being stuck in traffic for hours, I finally arrived at Sophie's house. The house looked as fancy as the last time I had seen it. I knocked on the door and waited until the door busted open, and Sophie threw herself into my arms, almost making us fall on the floor.
"Emmy, you're here! You're finally here!" she said as she squeezed me in a tight hug and bawled her eyes out; she always was a crybaby.
"Hey, it's good to see you again!" I said as I reciprocated the hug and spun us a little.
Sophie invited me in and helped me set up in the guest room since I was going to be staying at her house until it was time for me to move to the dorms. After that, she got us some snacks, and we went to sit on the couch to chat.
"When are your parents coming back?" I asked.
"Next week, probably on Friday, so for a while, it will be just the three of us."
"The three of us?" I was very confused; last time I checked, it was just going to be me and Sophie until her parents came back.
"Allison is staying here too."
"WHAT? Why didn't you tell me your sister was staying here too?" I said, starting to feel a little desperate.
"I'm sorry, Emily. I didn't know until she arrived last night; looks like her apartment is having infiltration problems, and she'll stay here until it's fixed. I sent you a text about it, but you didn't see it."
I checked my phone, and there really was one unread text from Sophie. Fuck. It's not like I don't like Allison. She's just hard to deal with--always with a stone-cold face and harsh answers. Also, I had a huge crush on her since 5th grade, so that made it all worse. But I'm over her... I think.
Speaking of the devil, Allison entered the living room, apparently coming back from a jog. Her perfect black hair was put up in a ponytail. She was wearing leggings and a sports bra, which allowed me to see that she had abs now--not too much, just a little. She turned her beautiful hazel eyes to me and raised a perfect eyebrow.
"Who's this?" she asked Sophie but didn't take her eyes away from me.
"It's Emily, you dummy. Emily Johnson," Sophie answered, scoffing a little.
I could notice that Allison's eyes widened just a little. She kept staring at me for a bit, and I felt my cheeks growing hotter due to her attention. Then, she just shrugged with a little "hm" sound and went up the stairs.
"Sorry about her, Emmy. Looks like Ally is still a rude bitch even after all these years!" She said that last bit loudly, to make sure Allison heard it.
"It's okay." I gave her a reassuring smile. "She's just as I remembered."
That made Sophie laugh a little, and then we went back to our chat. We talked for hours since we had a lot of catching up to do. She told me about her major in college and why she wanted it, about her long-term boyfriend, Jamie, and just gossip in general. I also talked a bit about why I picked biology as my major, but I didn't have any news on the dating scene.
"No boyfriends?" Sophie asked.
"Nop."
"What about girlfriends?" She raised an eyebrow, just like her sister; looks like it's a family thing.
"Not either. Just some hookups here and there, but since I was studying to get into Stanford, they were scarce, you know."
"Oh my god, we need to get you laid!" she said, and we both laughed. But I knew it was true; I haven't had sex in over 8 months.
After all the talk, we went to her room, watched some movies, and made plans to hang out. It was 9:00 PM when I went to the guest room to take a bath and sleep; I was exhausted from the trip. But after getting dressed, I noticed my throat was terribly dry, so I went to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
I was in the middle of chugging my second glass of water when I heard a voice behind me.
"So you're back, Red," I turned to see Allison leaning into the kitchen arc, staring at me.
She was wearing pajama shorts that barely went to her thighs, showing her perfectly toned legs, and a loose T-shirt with a random band name on it. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra, which made me quickly avert my gaze to the floor. She noticed and giggled at me.
Allison started approaching me, slowly swaying her hips, and put her hands on either side of me, leaning into the counter and trapping me between her arms. I gathered enough courage and stared her straight in the eyes, she had a sly smile on her face.
"No one told me you were coming back." She said.
"Maybe because you don't care," I said, rolling my eyes at her.
"Baby, don't say that." Her voice was almost a whisper. "You know I care, always did and always will."
She raised her hand and brushed my hair away from my neck, planting a soft, lingering kiss there. That sent a shiver all the way down my spine and right into my sex. I gasped a little, as Allison put her hands on my hips and slithered her leg between my thighs, pulling me.
"You're still mad I didn't recognize you at first glance?" she asked, and I tried glaring at her, but I don't think I succeeded.
The feeling of her thigh pressing against my pussy was starting to make it hard to think, I could tell I was getting wetter by the second. I could feel my cheeks burning hot, and my head was starting to get fuzzy.
"Of course not. I don't care," I lied, because, yes, I was mad and absolutely cared. And she knew.
"It's not my fault, Red," she said with a fake pout. "Last time I saw you, you were just cute, but now you're hot as hell."
Then she pressed more into me, and I accidentally let a little moan escape through my lips. I could feel myself involuntary grinding against her thigh, and it felt heavenly. I raised my hands and grabbed her shoulders. She started sucking and nibbling at my neck, and pushed me harder against herself, moving following my rhythm. I thought it wasn't possible to cum without being touched directly, but then I could feel my orgasm approching. I heard my moans getting louder, until I froze and shivered as I came on her thigh.
