A Confession Gone Wrong

Amber giggled as Christie pushed the glass of wine into her hands. "No fair, kissing a picture also counts as kissing a boy!!"

"Like shit it does." Christie laughed. "Drink up loser!!"

The two had been playing a fairly tame game of never-have-I-ever, augmented by a bottle of wine Christie had sneaked out of the kitchen. Her parents kept a bottle 'for communion', but ever since Christie had found their hiding place, she and Amber had been sneaking drinks during their late-night hangouts.

"Oh, oh, pause pause --" Christie said, waving her hands as Amber finished her drink. "-- I just remembered that I forgot to tell you something!"

Amber laughed at her friend, already starting to show some impact from her drinks. "Remembered that you forgot something?" She pointed out with a wry smile.

"Shut the shit up, it's important!" Christie looked at Amber with a disappointed frown. "My mom found out I made up the volunteering thing, so we gotta go with her to church tomorrow."

Amber sighed, flopping back on the couch. "Christieeeee, this always happens!! You always tell me we can get out of church and then we get sucked right back into it!!" she whined.

"Well you can always go back home I guess." Christie said dryly. "I've had too much to drink and drive, so you'd have to walk." She paused for a second, before bursting out laughing.

Amber couldn't help but laugh at her friend's hysterics, despite not understanding the joke. "What's so funny?" she asked through giggles as Christie wheezed for breath.

"Drink and driveee..." she choked out. "I've had so much it'd have to be drinking and driving! ... Y'know... because it's called drinking and driving if you're drunk?" Christie slumped forwards, shoulders heaving as tears of laughter came to her eyes.

Amber burst into laughter alongside her as she realized the stupidity of her friend's sense of humor. "THAT'S what you were laughing about?" Amber yelled. "You are so drunk, that's the stupidest joke I've ever heard!" She reached out and shoved Christie, pushing her off the couch.

Christie fell with a yelp, grabbing her friend's arm and pulling Amber off after her. The two fell on top of each other, giggling and rolling until Christie came to rest on top of Amber.

"You're so dumb..." Amber chuckled as their laughter slowly died down.

Christie slowly wiped the tears from her eyes as the last of her giggles died away. "It's your fault for making me so nervous Ambs..." she trailed off quickly, her face growing scared as she cut herself off.

"What do you mean make you nervous?" Amber said, feeling confused as she stared up at her friend.

"It's -- It's nothing..." Christie said, reaching for the bottle of wine as she straddled Amber. She took a swig straight from the bottle, avoiding eye contact. "This shitting wine isn't shitting strong enough..." she muttered.

Amber grew worried as her friend avoided her question. It wasn't like Christie to get nervous. She was beautiful, capable, and above all else, confident. It also wasn't like her to avoid speaking her mind. "Tell me Christie, what's going on? Why are you nervous? You're scaring me."

Christie took another swig from the bottle. "It's nothing Ambs, it's just..." She paused for what felt like an eternity before whispering "Remember I said I wanted to talk about something? It's big. Like, really big. I'm scared to say it, because I don't know what it'll mean for us, but... I... fuck, maybe I should just say it. Ambs, I... I lo... I lo...... FUCK I can't do this!" Christie took a few deep breaths before trying to speak again. "Look, we've been friend's a long time, but... things have changed. I don't feel the same way about you that I used to -- like, used to when we first met. Nothing has changed in a long time, but the long time is what I wanted to talk to you about, because that's what's been so hard..." Christie cursed under her breath. "Look, I'm not making any sense, I should just drop it."

"C'mon, you can trust me with anything. What's up?" Amber reassured her friend.

Christie looked down at her friend. The face was Amber's but it... wasn't. It was so much hotter. All of her was. Her tighter and fuller chest, her toned arms and stomach, the flared hips she was straddling... Christie gulped as she took in how sexy her friend had become. It was hard enough to resist before. The years of ****, being so close to her, and yet so far... Christie could feel herself sweating. This wasn't how she had pictured this night going. Frankly, she hadn't even planned on this tonight. She had wanted it to be special. She had wanted it to be romantic. Fucking years of friendship that were half a lie. Because it wasn't a friendship -- at least not to Christie. It had been something more. It SHOULD be something more. She had wanted it to be a night with more planning, not some fucking drunken game of never-have-I-ever. But then Christie had seen Amber crying, and nothing else mattered but cheering her up. Even if it meant promising news she was scared to the bone to share. Even if it meant fucking up the night she had been planning in her head for years. Christie looked down at the gorgeous girl between her legs. What was she thinking?! There was no way Amber would want her. Not now. Now now that she looked like she did...

Christie felt tears well up in her eyes as she considered what had happened. The what-ifs flying through her head. What if she had spoken up sooner? Not that it would have mattered. She wasn't ready anyways, not to do it like this. She thought about what was going to happen. The next however many years... trapped being nothing more than a friend. Watching Amber pine after men that Christie saw nothing in, when she knew exactly the way to Amber's heart... if only Amber would see her.

But she wouldn't. She hadn't. Not when she was the "ugly" one. She never had been to Christie. Christie had always thought Amber was special, beautiful... everything she wanted. But none of that mattered now. Amber was hot, and she didn't need someone who had seen the beauty inside. She could have her boys, and she didn't need Christie, not in that way. She would get married to her fairy-tale prince, and Christie would be stuck watching.

Christie felt a shock in the pit of her stomach as she came to a realization she'd been avoiding: she couldn't do this. Not any longer. She couldn't bear this, she didn't have the strength. She could barely take it before, and she definitely couldn't now, with Amber looking the way she did. "You're just so beautiful now... I can't keep doing this..." Christie froze as she realized she had spoken out loud. That was it. She was sure Amber heard. It was all about to happen. Was she ready?

Amber looked at Christie's face, turned away from her. "What is going on, I'm confused? Is it because of the prayer book? I'm still me, I promise!!" Amber's eyes were full of concern as Christie slowly turned to meet them.

"I know Ambs, I know. That's the problem." Christie spoke haltingly, as though each word had years of fear and though behind them. "It was easier before. It was easier to pretend. Back before you looked like this." Christie's finger ran down Amber's face, down her throat, and traced past the rest of her body. Christie's eyes closed and Amber heard her sharp intake of breath as Christie's hand brushed her tits. Christie slowly opened her eyes and leaned forward, making full eye contact with Amber as she hoarsely whispered.

"Back when you weren't so fucking hot..."

"What's... what's going on..." Amber breathlessly whispered, staring into her friend's dilated pupils. Christie was breathing heavily, her eyes raking up and down Amber's body. She felt movement on her body as Christie slowly began to thrust her hips forwards and backwards. "Fuckkk... I can't do this anymore..." Christie moaned, grinding slowly on her friend.

"What are you doing Christie?" Amber asked, pushing her torso up with her arms.

In response, Christie shoved her backwards to the floor, pinning her arms above her head and taking her lips into a hungry kiss. Amber's mind went blank, the sensation overwhelming her. Christie thrust her tongue into Amber's mouth sucking intensely as she ground her hips into Amber's. "I fucking need you..." Christie moaned as their kiss broke. "I always fucking have..."

She released Amber's arms, reaching down to squeeze her tits through her shirt. "Fuck yes... you were always such a shitting tease to me with these things... even before..." The feeling of her breasts being groped shocked Amber back to the situation.

"What the... what the FUCK?!?" She screamed, flailing as she threw Christie off of her. "Get the fuck off of me, you... you... you fucking CREEP!" She backed away across the floor, pressing herself into the corner. "What the FUCK Christie, what the FUCK?! WHAT THE FUCK?!?" She began to hyperventilate as panic and shock took over. Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she desperately tried to process what was happening. "What the fuck Christie? What the fuck... why would you... what... what the fuck?"