I couldn't take it anymore. I continued to think about it so much that it seemed almost like reality. I'm sure she didn't feel the same way. The first time these thoughts occurred, she and I were having a sleepover. We both had insisted that we wanted to sleep downstairs on the floor in our sleeping bags and mountains of pillows and blankets. Truth be told, we just wanted to stay up late watching movies, but dad didn't need to know that. In all honesty it was quite comfortable down there even though the ground was a little hard. I had almost fallen asleep when I heard her whisper, "Jamie, you awake?"
I opened my eyes and looked at Anna. Her eyes, which were ocean blue, were wide in fear. She was sleeping on her side, her hands tucked under her head and her body slightly curled. Her bottom lip was bigger than her top, but it gave her lips a fuller, more luscious appeal to them. Her nose was a bit tiny for her face, but it was cute. She was slim, I could tell, but I didn't know her exact form because she always wore baggy clothing, claiming that she was like a stick; "Curve-less and way too skinny." I didn't care. In fact I was actually jealous at times because I was a bit chunky. She disagreed and stated that I was too athletic to be chunky. The fat on my stomach didn't think so. I had only one thing going for me, and that was my ass. My mother's genes gave me the world's largest ass ever. Sadly, I was not so fortunate in the breasts category. My cup size was a simple 36B. Anna's on the other hand, were an astonishing 38C. Yea, sometimes, I got really jealous. We both just got out of high school, having just finished Senior year and was about to start college, we decided to celebrate with a sleepover, which we hadn't done in a long time.
"Yea." I answered groggily. She looked intently into my eyes. Her blonde bangs fell over her eyes. Her hair was long. It stretched down just past her boobs. In the sunlight, her hair actually looked like gold. In the darkness, her hair looked like a light brown. She was wearing a baggy grey T-shirt and black sweatpants.
"I'm scared." She told me, shaking. Confused, I asked, "Why?" She looked down, ashamed.
"I-I'm afraid of the dark." I grew concerned, suddenly having the impulse to comfort her somehow.
I scooted closer to her. I was on one pillow and she was on the other. Before, there had been quite some distance between us. "Better?" I asked. She scooted closer. We now shared the same pillow. "Better." She whispered with a smile. She had such a beautiful smile. I could now see the whites of her eyes and could feel her hot breath on my face. I couldn't go to sleep, and it appeared, neither could she. My eyes frantically began to dart everywhere but her eyes, which continued to stare at me.
"Um, isn't that a bit too close?" I asked.
"No, I think it's fine." She answered, not looking away.
"Oh...okay." I said, returning to look at her.
She looked down at my lips, and then licked her own. She looked back up at me with soft eyes. She smiled faintly. "Goodnight." She whispered. She turned her body around so that her back faced me. Then she snuggled up next to me, her back clear across my chest. She grabbed my arm and slowly slid it around her body, wordlessly instructing me to wrap my arm around her. She tilted her head back and looked at me with a wicked intent, a mischievous glint in her eye. "There," she said, "now I feel comfortable."
Now I guess you can imagine just what kind of thoughts were going through my head. Every time I dreamt, I dreamt of lush skin...a wicked smile...and ocean blue eyes. I dreamt, in detail, of screams of pleasure echoing in my ears and the cry of one word, "Jamie!" It was wrong of me, but it consumed my every thought and made me go wild with desire just thinking about it. For whatever reason even remotely comprehensible, I wanted to make Anna feel good.
It had been about a month since it happened, and I had just stopped having those kinds of dreams. My dad would be out of town for a few days due to some business meeting he had to attend. He worked for some big corporate company that was on its way to making the big leagues. He was somewhere in an office room right now making a sale's pitch or whatever. My mother hasn't been home in two years since she divorced dad, so I was stuck at home alone during the summer. I texted Anna the details. She replied in the text, "Why don't you throw a party or something? Lol." I smiled.
"Sorry, but my dad would kill me." I replied to her.
Her response was almost immediate, "Do you want some company?"
My heart skipped a beat remembering that night. It took every inch of strength in my body to reply, "No."
She didn't reply back. I sighed and put my phone down on my headboard. My headboard was also a shelf for holding things. It was handy. I looked into the mirror across from my bed and looked at myself. I had black hair. It was a dull black, duller than a butterknife. It was pulled back into a hasty ponytail, with strands of hair sticking out from my outgrown bangs. I had a long face with high cheekbones, a sharp nose, and a relatively average mouth. My eyes were pretty cool. They were a hazel color with a blue ring around it. I wore my normal sleepwear, which was a tank top and shorts.
I pulled my hair out of its ponytail and shook it free. It was smooth, and was parted down the middle. I ran two fingers through my hair. Just as I was about to give up finding something to do and just make it a Netflix night, I heard a tapping on my balcony window. I walked over and moved my curtains out of the way. On the other side of the glass stood Anna. She was pointing at the locks, gesturing for me to let her in. I let her in.
"What are you doing?" I asked her frantically.
"Sorry." She said, "I just came in the way I came in when we were younger."
I looked at her in disbelief. "Yea, that was when we were like, fourteen."
She put on her pouty face with her bottom lip stuck out even more. "Sorry. I just thought you wanted company." I smiled. "I know." I said. She smiled brightly, relieved that I forgave her. I rolled my eyes.
"So whatcha been doin?" She asked cheerfully.
