Kylie's fantasy from the bathroom

"About what?" Kylie asked. "How about..." Emily tapped her finger on her chin, "what you were thinking about in the bathroom?" Kylie's eyes went wide. "Huh? Why would you want to know about that?" Her head was pulled into a soft, fleshy pillow as Emily replied, "You said it was about me, right? It must have been pretty hot, too, if you were masturbating to it. Come on, tell me." Kylie's mind raced as she tried to think of some way to deflect the question.

With a remarkable amount of willpower, Kylie pulled her head upright and spoke. "Thank you for coming over to make breakfast for me today!" She wore an earnest smile as a bead of sweat rolled down her face, hoping that her gratitude would be enough to get the conversation moving in a different direction. "Aww, of course," Emily cooed. "I know you'd do the same for me if I ever needed it. After all, you kinda already have..." Her expression softened a bit, seemingly having forgotten about her mission for the moment. "You mean when you got sick?" Kylie inquired. "Yeah. It was a pretty rough time. You didn't have to do all of that, though. And didn't anyone tell you that entering someone's home without permission is a crime?"

Kylie frowned in response. "Well what was I supposed to do? My best friend didn't show up to school, and wouldn't answer her phone or her door! And it was a good thing I walked in, too, because you were bedridden with a fever and didn't call anyone! Really, what were you thinking?" Emily flinched at her friend's uncharacteristically harsh words. "Sorry, you're right. It's just, my parents trusted me to handle things while they were on vacation and I didn't want to worry them. I guess I overdid it..." Kylie wore a smile of satisfaction as she delivered her finishing blow, "It's okay to rely on your friends, remember?"Emily hung her head in defeat. "Yeah, yeah. Message received. Thanks for taking care of me. ...Still, you didn't have to wipe down my whole body every few hours. A little bit of sweat wouldn't have been the end of the world." Gears began turning in Emily's head. "Oh yeah! That reminds me." Kylie gulped.

In a flash, Emily had flipped herself around and on top of Kylie, her towel flying off the couch in the process. She looked down at her helpless prey who now sat eye-level with her bare melons. "Divulge your secrets!" she ordered. "Never!" Kylie fired back. "Then let's see how long 'never' really is..." Emily smirked as she grabbed Kylie's head and smothered her with her tits. Kylie thrashed and struggled uselessly, then pushed with all her might against her well-endowed friend, but to no avail. Finally, with the last of her strength, she managed to squirm out from under her interrogator, losing her towel in the process.

Too tired to even attempt to run, she scurried to the edge of the couch, curled up in a ball, and pointed at the TV. "Look! It's that super-interesting show about zombies and drama!" Emily was upon her in an instant, completely ignoring her distraction. Wrapping her hands around Kylie's ankles, she pulled until the dickgirl's legs were fully outstretched across the couch, then laid down atop her captive, ensuring there would be no escape.

"No tricks this time." Emily brought her face so close to Kylie's that their noses touched, the smirk still adorning her face. "Now, Kylie Davis... Tell. Me. Everything."