Run

You run out of your sister's apartment and catch the next bus home as quick as you can.

When you finally get settled on the bus, you realize that you're still shaking. From fear? Maybe. You pull out your phone and text Emily.

"We need to talk," you type out. "I think I fucked up. Really bad."

"What's wrong, girl?" Emily's response says.

"I can't explain over the phone," you write. "Can I come to your house?"

"Sure," she texts back. "Anytime."

A half hour later, the bus stops at the station near Emily's house. You hop out, still a little jittery from your shock, and walk down to her front door. You ring the doorbell and her mother answers the door.

"Hey Hayley," the woman says. She's the spitting image of her daughter, aged about twenty years, and you can't help but feel like Emily's father is a lucky man. Liz is tan, with her daughter's short Italian black hair, and she's dressed in yoga gear from head to toe. Her large breasts are pressed into a tight sports bra under a black tank top, pushing her cleavage up. "It's so good to see you! How are you?"

"Uhh, a little stressed," you say. Far from a lie, you feel like your heart has been pounding since the moment you woke up this morning. You don't want to look at your phone and see the dozens of texts messages from Kiera waiting to be opened. "Exams and all."

"I completely understand," Liz says. "I'll fix you a cup of tea and call Emily down for you."

You follow her into the kitchen and watch as the gorgeous older woman heats the tea kettle on the oven. You make mindless small talk, but Liz can tell that your heart isn't in it, so she quiets down quickly. She sets a steaming cup of tea in front of you.

Emily arrives soon after. "You wanna come upstairs?" she says.

"Yeah, sure," you say. You bring the tea with you and go up to Emily's childhood bedroom.

"Why don't we sit on the bed?" she offers. The two of you have done that a thousand times. You sit cross-legged by the headboard of the bed, and she sits on the other end. She looks cute. Her short black hair is still a mess from sleep, and she's wearing a pair of boxer shorts and a tight white t-shirt. You can see her pokey nipples through the shirt. "What's up, babe? Are you okay?"

"You know that thing I told you a few days ago?" you ask. "About being into women?"

Emily rolls her eyes. "Of course I do," she says. "I'm not gonna forget that my best friend is into women."

"Okay," you say, taking a deep breath. It's hard enough to believe that the events of the last 24 hours happened, much less that you're telling someone that wasn't there about it. "So, I went over to Kiera's last night..."

You explain the evening in detail, from your arrival through to waking up this morning next to Jordan and your sister. You watch Emily's face as she experiences boredom, and then confusion, and then some indescribable emotion. You worry that this confession of yours will change your relationship forever. Maybe she'll throw me out, you think. Maybe she'll be disgusted by me. This could be two huge mistakes in the span of a day.

You finish your story and sit in silence, waiting for Emily's reaction.

"Wow," she says quietly. "That's quite the night."

"Yeah," you say. "I freaked out when I woke up this morning. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Yeah, I totally understand," Emily says. "I'd probably freak out too. Are you okay?"

"I don't know," you say. "I feel like I've done this horrible thing."

"Wait," your friend says. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" you ask, frowning.

"Why would it be some horrible thing?"

"I fucked--" You stop yourself. That was way too loud. "I fucked my sister. And her roommate," you say, much quieter this time.

"That's not so bad," Emily says. "I think it's kinda hot, honestly. I thought Jordan was hot when we were at their apartment for that party a few weeks ago, and your sister's a total babe. Sounds like you had a lot of fun. I wish I was in your position."

You imagine what it would look like if it were Emily's sexy body in between Jordan's strap-on and Kiera's pussy. You find yourself getting hot. "You really don't think it's that big a deal?" you say.

"Oh," Emily scoffs. "It's definitely a big deal. Two days ago you didn't even know you liked women, and now you've had some hot lady-love with two different ladies at once! I should be so lucky." She strokes her own legs and looks away from you. She looks like she's feeling a little hot, too, based on how hard her nipples have gotten.

"And what about Jack? Wouldn't he be jealous?"

Emily sighs. "Who cares? I'd let that relationship go for a three-way any day. Or maybe a more-than-three-way, if I could make it happen." She's rubbing her chest idly now, as if she's got heartburn. "Does that make you feel any better?" she asks.

"Yeah," you say. "I think so?"

"What're you going to do now?"

"I should probably answer these texts," you say, gesturing to your phone. You turn on the screen to see the words "Kiera Beck" written on every one of the message alerts. Most of them look like your sister is trying to check in on you, but a few of them are apologies, too.

"There's nothing to apologize for," you text back.

"I should probably go back there. I left a bunch of stuff there. Do you want to come with me?"

"Sure," she says. "Just let me get changed." She pulls off her top in an instant, revealing her teardrop B-cups and her hard, light-brown nipples. You've seen them before, but you never really paid attention to your best friend's amazing tits. The boxers come off next, and then Emily is sitting before you, naked as the day she was born.

Suddenly you remember why Emily gets so much attention from guys when you go to parties. Every inch of her body is perfect, the effort of hours at the gym every week.

"Why not lick your lips too, Hayley?" she teases, posing. She puts out one hip and slaps her own ass. "Looking pretty good, right?"

"Yeah," you say. "Looking great."

She dresses quickly, pulling on a matching pair of gray Calvin Klein panties and bra. She wears a pair of skintight jeans and a thick green sweater that hugs her curves. "Let's go!" she says.