Elise

I enter my room and shut the door, making sure to lock it, Rouge got caught masturbating a couple of months back, made me anxious enough that I'm not taking any chances.

I pull my school polo over my head and throw it to the side, then unzip the back of my skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. I nearly leap onto the bed, I'm far too pent up, I don't have time to worry about being tidy, I might just explode. I reach around to unhook my bra, when I hear a sound from my laptop, I look for a split second, that's all it can distract me for, until I see the notification: "Elise Monroe has sent you a friend request!"

I mean, it'd be rude to keep her waiting. I hastily accept, and I can't resist having a look at her profile, the idea of coming while looking at her face is too much to resist. I know, getting off to social media pictures, not exactly classy, sue me, lust's in the driver's seat and I don't have time for morals. Lust is a Hell of a driver too, as it leads me to her albums, and to the folder marked "Vacation."

Jackpot.

It's filled with dozens of photo's of Elise, sun bathing, swimming, playing in the sand. all in a small, tight, bikini. Her body is a dream. Sleek, flawless legs give way to a tight ass, to a tummy that you'd find in a catalogue. But it's her boobs that strike me, how did I not notice? They're gorgeous, maybe a cup or two bigger than mine, but her skin makes them look like moonlight on a dark night. I stare at the static image of her tits, as if they'll suddenly pop out to satisfy my insistence. If hers won't mine will.

I throw my bra off the bed, relieving my solid nipples, and immediately grab at my boobs, massaging the protrusions in my hands. It's not enough, not nearly, my right hand traces from my tits to my stomach, all the way to my knickers. I slide my hand under the hem and slowly tease around my screaming pussy. my underwear's so wet I'm amazed Elise didn't notice when she hugged me. I wish she'd noticed. I wish she'd grabbed me right there, pushed me against the wall and eaten my pussy until I screamed the house down.

I look towards the pictures on the laptop, what I'd give to reach through and feel her, hear her accent as she moans my name, taste her body. I think about what she looks like under that swimsuit, are her nipples light or dark? Does she shave her pubes, or let them be? I can't hold back anymore, I glide my hand towards my clit, and gently rub, slowly at first, while I think about all the times she touched me, the gentle caress of her hands on my shoulder, I know she'd have me screaming in seconds, fuck, I'd get kicked out of school again if it meant I could sit on her face for 5 minutes.

It's building, I'm not gonna last long, I take a couple of seconds to peel off my soaked knickers and throw them off the bed, I don't need to be naked to get off, but I like to, makes me feel dirty, like someone could walk in at any moment and take me right there. Like Elise could walk in and take me right there, like she could make me her slut. My momentum is reaching it's height, I can almost feel her soft lips on my twat, her tongue exploring my hole, her hands grabbing at my engorged nipples, her hair tickling my thighs, her shining blue eyes looking up at me. Oh God. Oh God.

I erupt from my vagina, the pleasure stretches from the tips of my toes to the top of my head, to the end of my fingers, back to my sex again. I can't stop, I take every last wave like a girl possessed. A lone moan escapes my lips forming the word "Elise." I don't usually let myself moan, too much chance I'll be overheard from outside, but it felt like I'd earned it. I've never felt so satisfied and yet, so uneasy at the same time. Elise trusted me, she didn't know I liked girls, what would she think if she knew I'd wanked myself silly at even the slightest thought of her? That's weird, right? This is why I don't tell anyone.

I sit up, noticing the slight damp patch on my sheets, I'm not a squirter or anything, not sure if that's even a thing outside of porn, but it's no surprise I'd be lubed up with how turned on I was. I gather up my uniform and put it in the basket, followed by my underwear, I grab a new pair and slip on some leisurewear. I decide to actually have a look at Elise's profile to balance it out, I'd looked at her with my horny brain, makes sense to look with my friend brain too. Right? I think that makes sense.

Turns out Elise is actually 19, weird that we're in the same year, I'm sure there's a story to that. Born in Paris, knew that much, two parents, must be nice. Oh. Oh.

"In a relationship with Pierre Macron."

She's straight.

She has a boyfriend.

And she's straight.

Why am I feeling rejected? She never expressed any romantic interest, why should I care? I'm never coming out anyway, I'm never gonna have a girlfriend, I'm never gonna have sex. I've made my peace with my eternal isolation. And then she went and became my friend. Damn it.

I slowly get up, and unlock my door, I spray some air freshener while I'm at it, can't hurt. I find my way to the freezer and grab a single tub of ice cream and a spoon, retreating to my room before anyone can spot me. I can hear Mum in the living room, Rouge is either out or in her room, either way, I make it back to my lair unchallenged.

I eat my weight in dairy and watch a crappy rom-com, I know, I know, cliche, but if you have a better ritual for getting over a shitty day then good for you, this is all I've got. There's always tomorrow I suppose.