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Megan knew it was wrong.
It was downright sinful, honestly. But she was finding it hard to care at the moment.
It all started at the Grammys after-party.
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Megan had arrived with Lara and Daniela. Heads turned as they walked, flashing lights blocking their views. It felt great. The sound of camera shutters and heels clicking rung in their ears. Then, the sound of loud house music and the screams of Hollywood's biggest stars.
The room smelt like sweat and alcohol, vape fumes smoking up the room. “Pretty crazy, right?” She remembered Daniela whispering into her ear. She remembered just nodding, because all she could focus on was the warm, delicate feeling of Daniela’s breath on her neck.
She was eager to find the bar. She needed something to drown whatever she was feeling. Her and Daniela had been hanging out recently, and it felt good. It seemed whatever awkwardness that followed whatever they had going on during the SIS era was finally flooded over, and they could be normal. God, Megan was wrong.
Daniela was fine, or so Megan thought. There was the occasional flirty, offhand comment here and there, but Megan brushed it off. She figured Daniela was just trying to make things not awkward. Megan didn’t know why she thought she could be normal.
She was definitely still pining over Daniela. She went to sleep with a sharp, endless ache in her chest every night. Daniela wasn’t making it easy for her either. She would send goodnight messages every night, at the exact same time, on the dot.
mi dani♡:
goodnight megs, can’t wait 2 see ur pretty face tmrw<3
Right? What was her deal?
Then, leading up to the Grammys, Daniela didn’t want to leave her side. She was next to her in every interview. She wouldn’t even talk to her, much less look, just give a slight arm graze. Megan was pretty sure she got clipped checking her out. Fuck.
After taking a forced picture with the girls, she fled.
She found herself at a bartop stool, arms on the counter. Her dress felt constricting. She was sweating. Her heart felt like it was running in two directions. One said ‘Turn back; she doesn't like you!’ the other saying ‘Go for it! She wouldn’t be flirting if it wasn’t for a reason!’
Just as her head hit the hard wood of the counter, a hand appeared on her back. “Hey,” She recognized the voice. Manon. Her head whipped back up, trying to seem presentable. “Hi!” Manon just chuckled. “You can’t possibly be tired, party girl. We just got here!”
Megan shrugged. “I need a drink.” Manon nodded, handing her the rest of hers. Megan downed it immediately. “What’s wrong?” Manon asked, sitting down. That’s when Megan remembers going off into a tangent.
“Like, she knows I liked her! And she liked me! I’m sure she knows I still like her, I mean, I’m not doing a great job hiding it. She even still flirts with me, and it’s, like, a whole thing-” “Meg?” Manon cut her off, looking in another direction. “Huh?” WIth that, Megan turned her head, eyes meeting a sight she did not want to see.
Daniela. Dancing. Daniela dancing with Jonah. Jonah David. Megan’s current public enemy number 1. Daniela had her back to Jonah’s front, the pair grinding on each other in the middle of the dance floor, the lights flashing over their heads. Daniela had a beaming smile on her face, completely unbeknownst to the heart breaking at the bar. Jonah had his hands on her hips possessively, that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face.
Megan wanted to punch it off his face, leave his mouth bloody and shattered, her knuckles bruised and bleeding, to replace the warmth on Dani’s hips with her hands. She remembered the primal urge that ran deep in her veins at that moment. The bitter tang of jealousy on her tongue.
She vaguely remembered Manon saying she was sorry, probably for the scene in front of her, Megan had to assume.
She kind of wanted to go to the bathroom, throw up all the contents of her stomach, and never speak to Daniela again.
Jonah leaned into Daniela’s ear, whispering something. Megan reached over the counter, snagging the half-empty bottle of Svedka, drinking three large gulps. Manon didn’t stop her, which she thanked her silently for.
She watched as Daniela flushed at whatever he said, and she remembers the disgust she felt when she saw him subtly thrust his hips into her, a movement so small you wouldn’t have been able to see it if you weren’t looking. Megan was though. She was always looking where Daniela was.
After downing another third of the bottle and burning holes into the overly affectionate couple, she couldn’t take it. “Be right back,” She muttered, before darting off, almost forgetting to leave the bottle.
She remembered the bathroom door slamming behind her, her back thudding against the flimsy wood. She remembered the shaky feeling that overcame her body, how she felt like the world was crumbling at her feet, while Daniela danced on top of it outside. Tears welling in her eyes as her hands trembled.
Her breathing was erratic, the floaty feeling of the alcohol spreading through her body, enhancing everything she felt. She stumbled to the sink, stabilizing herself on the wet counter. Her hands were slippery against the droplets on the marble. She tried to breathe, but her breaths were coming out in short pants.
She wiped her tears to her best ability, small wet spots seeping into her purple dress. She stood tall, tried to smile, but her lips were quivering too much. Her mascara was smeared. There were red blotches across her face. She took a deep breath, and exited.
She recalled walking back to Manon. She shook her shoulders, a pleading look in her eyes as she softly asked, “Can you take me home, please?” Manon dropped everything. The two walked out of the packed building.
She thought she remembered feeling Daniela’s eyes on her as she left.
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They walked wordlessly to Manon’s car, Megan wrapping her arms around herself as the cold night bit at her exposed arms. Manon didn’t ask about the tears streaking her face. She didn’t have to.
The car ride was silent. As they pulled into Megan’s driveway, she wordlessly unbuckled herself and reached over the center console, pulling the older girl into a hug. They shared an embrace, Manon rubbing Megan’s back. “It’ll be okay.” She said softly when they parted. “Text me, okay?” Megan nodded.
As she made her way into the dark house, she threw her heels down her steps, unzipping her dress as soon as she reached her room.
She replaced the lace panties she wore with Spiderman briefs, the lace bra for an oversized One Direction shirt she had laying around. She was pretty positive it was Daniela’s. Megan knew the smell.
She remembered removing her makeup after shedding a few more tears.
She remembered getting comfortable on her bed, turning on her dim lamps, lighting a candle, turning on her show, determined to make the shitty night she had not-so-shitty.
That was, until, a notification from Instagram popped up.
Instagram:
@danielaavanzini has posted
Of course she had notifications on for Daniela. She was hesitant to open it, but figured her night couldn’t get any worse. It was probably a picture of her and Jonah, kissing under the mirrorball, the astound faces of the rest of the girls watching in awe, Megan being the only one missing.
But that wasn’t the case. It was a small dump of pictures from the last few days. And Megan was instantly happier. The first picture, slightly grainy, depicted the photo from the party, Lara and the two on the couch. Megan and Daniela were scooched close together, practically on each other's laps. When she looked at the whole photo, her breath hitched a little.
Daniela had cropped out the faces of Jonah and Orlando, who had apparently snuck in. It was just the girls and, no offense to Lara, Megan could only see her and Daniela. She had stared at the photo for minutes before swiping, the next being pictures from the Grammy red carpet, all in that lacy dress that hugged her figure so nicely.
It made Megan’s heart thump. She could hear the blood flowing. Feel how her body was beating in time with it. She zoomed into parts of the pictures. Close-ups of Daniela’s thighs from the Gnarly performance. Zooming on her hips on the red carpet. Analyzing the way she was blatantly staring at Daniela in one of the Getty photos.
Jealousy fired in her stomach when she read Jonah’s comment.
@jonahdavid: <3
How could that be all he writes? How could he have a goddess not treat her as such? Megan knew she could do better. Knew she could do everything better than him.
Complement her better, kiss her better, hold her better, fuck her better. She could do anything he could do. She remembered remembering her and Daniela’s time during SIS. When it was just them, no Jonah, no in between. Megan and Daniela. How they would escape events just to steal kisses in a handicapped bathroom stall. It made her heart ache. She wanted Daniela to treat her with such tenderness and love, not a man who couldn’t even express his love. Megan would get on her knees and yell how much she loved Daniela, all she had to do was ask.
Absent-mindedly, she continued to scroll through Daniela’s profile.
Her breath stuttered when she saw the picture from the Spotify event, staring into Daniela’s alluring eyes. The sheen of her skin, the curls in her hair. She wanted to run her fingers through it, kiss every inch of Daniela’s body, to worship her. The steady beat of her heart beat was traveling lower. Her lower stomach heated up. She scrolled
The photos from their sold-out Atlanta show. Zooming on Daniela’s long fingers that cradled the microphone, wishing she were here with her, fucking her slow and deep with them. She’d suck her own juices from them over and over if it would make Daniela’s pupils dilate.
She skipped the Toronto dump. She didn’t want her newfound horniness to get turned away. Ew.
Photo after photo, the heartbeat traveled lower and lower until it reached her clit. The ache in her stomach felt impossible to ignore. She was throbbing, just from looking at pictures of Daniela. She needed her, and she needed her to need her back. She was pretty positive her underwear was soaked through.
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Which is how she found herself here, fingers tracing the lines of her briefs. The fabric was wet, not enough to make her fingers sticky, but enough to feel them cool when the dampness was exposed to air. Her phone was being gripped tightly in her left hand, still scrolling through pictures of Daniela. The ache throbbing beneath the cotton was loud, roaring, and Megan wanted more.
She opened her camera roll, going to a folder she had, dedicated to pictures of Daniela, of her as well, their time during SIS. The sadness came back, but in a way, it made the throb better. Deeper. She applied light pressure on her clit from outside her boxers, the light touch sending shivers down her spine. She clicked on a picture of her and Daniela. A still from a TikTok video of them on a balcony.
They were so happy, it was beautiful. She pressed harder.
She whimpered, a quiet breath of pleasure escaping.
Her fingers traced her folds over the wet cloth, feeling how the wetness spread when she dipped into her hole.
She went back to Instagram, looking at any picture she could find to get her closer. She stopped on a photo from the Beautiful Chaos release day, of Daniela standing in front of the vinyls. She zoomed in on how her jeans hugged her figure. At the same time, she slowly slipped her fingers into her boxers.
The first touch was light. Experimental. Enough to make a small gasp escape, but not enough for her eyes to fall closed. She looked at the strings of Daniela’s thong hanging on her hips delicately, like a string hanging a photo up in a museum. She wanted to snap the band against the skin, to hear the snap of the fabric.
Then, she pressed harder. Lower. Gathering her slick onto two fingers, dragging it up her slit, rubbing it into her clit. The pressure was amazing, allowing her to groan into the empty room. She was rubbing in tight circles, wounding herself like the coil forming in her core.
She traced back down, taking her fingers off her soaked cunt, separating them, feeling the string of slick break, hearing the soft sounds of arousal. She positioned her fingers right by her puffy, wet hole, staring at a picture of Daniela’s abs. She was thinking about dragging her cunt across them. Smearing the proof of desire she had all over the girl. Marking her in such a dirty, perverse way.
However,
her phone started buzzing in her hand.
“Fuck!” She said, startled, her cunt tightening around the tips of her stilled fingers that she had slipped in. The caller ID appeared.
‘mi dani♡ Is Calling’
She should really get around to changing that ID.
The phone vibrated in her hand as she contemplated what to do. Let it ring? Then she’ll make Daniela upset, and she won’t be able to hear Daniela’s pretty voice. Answer? But what if Daniela mocks her? What if Manon spilled Megan’s emotions, and Daniela is calling to berate her?
She pushed down her negative thoughts, deciding to take the risk to answer. She clicked the screaming green button, and watched the screen go from saying ‘connecting…’ to 00:01.
“Hey!” She heard Daniela’s voice appear, slightly grainy and excited, but no background noise. She must be home. That made Megan feel better.
Luckily, she had half the mind to stop herself from fingering herself, because Daniela sounded so unbelievably sexy. She clenched around nothing, having removed her fingers. They just sat resting against her folds.
“Megs?” Her voice crackled through the speaker, and she realized she hadn’t responded. “H-Hi, sorry,” She replied, stuttering. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing heavy, and the beat in her body was not settling.
“There you are! I missed your voice,” Daniela said softly. Megan smiled, cheeks blushing, but doubtful Daniela meant it in any other way than friendly. Though she wished she could see her face, because it sounded like she said it with a smile. “I-I missed yours!” Megan said, then closed her eyes, because she thought it sounded stupid. But she heard a small chuckle on the other line.
“That’s great, Meg.” She replied. Daniela sounded awfully happy. Megan hoped it was her doing. She wanted to be the one to make Daniela happy, to make her smile. Not that Canadian douchebag. He didn’t deserve to see her face light up.
The thought awoke another wave of hunger in her body. She stifled a groan as she moved her fingers, pressing down hard on the head of her clit. She felt wetness pour out of her from the action.
“Anyway, where’d you go tonight? I wanted to dance with you, but you disappeared. Sophia said you left with Manon.” Daniela asked through the phone. Megan thought she heard a sharp bite in her tone when she mentioned Manon and going home with her.
“Uh, well, I just wanted to leave. Just had a rough night, kinda. And I was pretty tipsy.” She replied, trying to stabilize her breathing. Her fingers were dipping into her wetness, circling her hole, teasing herself to the sound of Daniela’s voice. “Aww, poor baby. Why didn’t you tell me?”
Megan just barely held back a moan. Hearing Daniela’s voice lower, calling her baby, was enough for her to slip her fingers in, just a fraction. She felt her fingers get soaked with desire up to the first knuckle. She bit the sleeve of her shirt to keep quiet.
As her fingerings slowly dipped further inside her, she remembered why she didn’t tell Daniela.
“You seemed… occupied.” She gritted, but not enough to be noticeable. She took the phone away from her ear, turning it on speaker. Her fingers pushed, slick coating her wrist, hitting a gummy part of her walls. She gasped, quiet, but not quiet enough. “Are you okay?” Daniela asked, cutting off what she was going to say. She sounded concerned. “Y-Yeah, fine,” Megan said, putting on her cheeriest voice. She pushed against the spot again, curling and angling her fingers just right, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. She felt her own arousal flow down her wrist. There was most likely a wet spot on her sheets, seeping in her mattress topper.
“Okay, good. Anyway, I could’ve helped you, I’m never too busy for you,” Daniela’s voice dipped in the last part. Megan groaned into her shirt, her hips bucking to shove her fingers deeper. “You are too busy for me, busy with dickface,” She wanted to say, but bit her tongue.
She replayed Daniela’s tone in her head. Dropping lower. She wanted to hear it in her ear, booming, breathy, commanding her to do anything she pleased. She wanted it to be the reason goosebumps raised on her skin. Wanted to hear it comment on her body while Daniela’s hands reached wherever they could. The thought made her pull her fingers out to the tip, then pushing them back in, fucking herself. Her thumb bent upwards at a slightly weird angle to apply pressure to her clit. She felt more stimulated, her thighs tensing. Her breath quickened.
“S-Sorry. You were with him.” She really didn’t mean to. But when she said him, her voice dropped to a growl-like noise. The thought just made her so angry. Made her feel like Daniela needed to reassure her. Daniela noticed.
“Is that a problem, Megan?” She said, her voice was sultry sweet, like molasses or honey, dripping slowly. Megan wanted to open her mouth and catch it. Be lucky enough to get a taste. She couldn’t help it, but she nodded to herself. Yes. Yes, Dani, it’s a huge problem, actually. I’m fucking in love with you. I’ve never needed another human more. Why does he get to have you and I don’t? It’s a big fucking problem.
“N-No, sorry. Just didn’t wanna drag you away. You were having a lot of fun.” She wasn’t being subtle anymore. She was hungry. She was horny, shoving her fingers inside herself, slowly hitting the tight circle inside her, pressing her clit. She wanted Daniela to taste how jealous she was through the phone. “Are you with him?” She gritted, the cotton placed between her teeth soaking in little dots. A harder thrust caused her to bite down harder.
“No. No, I’m alone.” Daniela said seemingly without hesitation. Megan couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief. Or that’s what it would sound like to the naked ear. She actually had just added a third finger, stretching her wet cunt wider.
“Which is why if you had just told me you wanted to leave, we could’ve left. We could be hanging out right now.”
We still could be. You could come over and see the mess I’m making, all for you. I need you so bad, Dani, need you to stuff me with your fingers. Tell me he’s nothing. Tell me it’s always been me as you make me yours.
She decided not to reply with that.
“Mhm, you’re right, we could have,” She thought that sounded more formal.
She heard a sigh from the other line, but not a bored sigh, more like content. “I missed us hanging out. Feels like us again.” Megan’s chest ached. She shoved her fingers up, scissoring them, easing the ache. She didn’t want the same ‘us’ Daniela did. She wanted the ‘us’ that was when they felt real. When Megan could kiss Daniela whenever she felt her chest ache. She remembered hating the secrecy, the way Daniela wouldn’t make anything official because she “Didn’t know if it was what she truly want”
Megan felt her eyes well from the burn in her chest, the pain and pleasure pulsing through her body. Slick with sweat, fingers slick with need. It was a fiery sensation, one that she couldn’t put out without Daniela’s help. But she knew that wasn’t achievable.
“Y-Yeah… I missed us… too,” She replied shakily. She was heaving, talking to Daniela through small breaks, otherwise she’d moan out. She removed her fingers, rubbing her clit in fast circles, just trying to get closer. She felt like she couldn’t even feel the pleasure anymore, all she could think about was Daniela’s voice.
“Are you sure you’re alright, Meggy? I can come over, if you want?” Oh, Megan really wanted that. But Daniela had no idea why. She didn’t know her friend was a pervert, touching herself to the sound of her voice, wishing they were the way they were before.
A hard, wet rub on her sensitive nub set her off, finally feeling something. Which led to her letting out a whiny moan, which she knew she couldn’t cover up. But she couldn't seem to stop. She dropped the phone onto her pillow, the soft thud sounding, Daniela still hadn’t spoken. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to keep her perversion from herself.
“Megan?” Daniela said. Her voice sounded rough. Like she had just swallowed or had a dry throat. Megan’s eyes rolled back. She wanted to hear the vibrations of her tone in her ear, whispering beyond dirty things. “M-Mhm?” She replied, but it was more of a moan. “What are you doing?”
Megan was a whimpering mess in her hand. She shoved her fingers back up into her, pistoning three fingers in and out. The sounds of her arousal were loud, wet, and completely obscene. She could swear Daniela knew what was happening. She just couldn’t stop, everything felt too good.
“Megan, answer me.” Daniela said. Her voice was dark, all-knowing. Fuck. Megan was caught. She opened her mouth in a silent moan, hips bucking up to meet her fingers. They felt so deep, unlike how they’ve ever felt. Maybe it’s because of Daniela. It was definitely Daniela.
“N-Nothing.” Megan said, a terrible cover-up. Her voice was too shaky, too high-pitched to sound like her. “Liar.” Daniela’s voice rang. See could see right through her, she always could, but Megan didn’t know she could do it on the phone. Should she stop, right when Daniela is talking to her, pushing her closer?
“Are you touching yourself, Megan?”
Fuck.
Fuckfuckfuck.
She knew. Daniela knew. The way she said it. Smugly. It didn’t sound disgusted. It sounded hot, like the thought of Megan with her hand down her shorts took her breath away.
She had no choice but to answer.
“I’m so sorry, Dani, it’s just that-”
She couldn’t stop.
“Megan.”
She really couldn’t stop.
“Mhm?”
“Are you touching yourself for me?”
Something about how she said for instead of to. Like she benefited from this too. The thought electrified Megan. Shivers flew through her body, adding to the light tremble that had already overcame her. Daniela sounded like she wanted it. Like she wanted her.
“Y-Yes.”
She could hear Daniela groan through the tiny speaker.
Her heart rate sped up. Is this real? Could Daniela be enjoying this?
“Fuck, Megan.”
Daniela sounded breathy. Megan wasn’t that stupid. She started to believe Daniela actually liked this.
“Does it feel good?”
Megan whined.
“Dani-”
“No, Megan, you don’t get to disappear, not text me, then touch yourself on the phone with me and not tell me how it feels.”
Fuck.
“I’m sorry, sorry,”
“I know, Meg, now tell me.”
The ache was growing stronger. This jittery feeling of desire, a want to release.
“It feels g-good,” Megan gasps out, her fingers curled again, pressing against her walls, but nothing to make her scream. She felt shameful, doing this and telling Daniela about it.
“Tell me, baby, why did you leave today? I know you lied to me. Make it up to me.”
Megan moaned. A long moan, eyes closing, back arching at the demanding tone. The way Daniela had called her baby so sensually, so naturally, she couldn’t imagine her saying it to Jonah. And the demand. Wetness poured out of her soaking hole. She wanted to be bossed around by Daniela. She’d do anything she asked.
“I was mad, really mad,” She breathed out, finally getting relief from her fingers.
“Oh, yeah, amor? Why? Talk to me, Megan, keep talking.”
Megan sucked in a breath. Her walls fluttered around her fingers. She could feel the drenched sheets beneath her, her mind running wild with all the possibilities of how this phone call was going to end.
“You were with him,” she breathed, “and I was so mad. You k-kept looking at me. I wanted to be with you. Not him. He doesn’t deserve i-it.” She managed to make it through the whole sentence without a dramatic moan. The feeling of finally getting these words off her chest was immensely freeing.
But now, they were out there. Daniela had heard them. She knew now. Knew how she felt. How she missed them.
“Baby,” Daniela said softly through the phone, “I wanted your hands on me so bad.”
Megan groaned. A low moan erupted from her chest, a coil forming again in her stomach, already wound tight. She was working her fingers hard, she knew Daniela could hear the wet sounds. It made her so much more turned on.
Daniela had wanted her. Wanted Megan to be the one to dance with her, not Jonah. The thought brought a wave of possessiveness over her.
“I wanted to be dancing with you.”
“He’s nothing, baby. He’s nothing compared to you.” Daniela was saying into the speaker. Megan was nodding despite the fact that she knew Daniela couldn’t see her. “Keep telling me, please, Dani, keep telling me,” She begged, tears welling.
She was overwhelmed with emotions.
The fact that Daniela just outwardly said Jonah is nothing compared to her. Her fingers fucking into herself, her cunt fluttering around her knuckles.
“He means nothing to me, sweetheart. You’re everything. You’ve always been everything. You’re my everything, Megan,” Megan felt like she couldn’t breathe. Like she was floating. She loves Daniela. She loves the words coming out of her mouth.
“Touch your clit for me, angel.” Daniela asked.
Megan happily complied. Her free hand slipped down into her shorts, rubbing her wet, hard, sensitive clit from side to side. “Feels so good…” She exhaled.
“Yeah? How wet are you, baby?” Daniela’s sultry voice struck again. Megan was mesmerized by it.
“I’m so wet for you, Dani, I’m soaked, I need you,” Tears flowed down Megan’s cheeks.
She heard Daniela moan, deep and throaty. She pinched on her clit at the noise, whining out.
“All for me.”
“Are you close, mi amor?”
Megan nodded again. “I’m so close, Dani,”
“Do you want to cum to my voice, princesa?”
Megan cried. Her stomach felt so tight, hands moving and doing everything they could, but she needed Daniela. Needed to hear her words.
“Please, please, I do, I want to so badly, Dani!” She moaned.
“Flip yourself over for me. Ass up.” Daniela commanded.
“Fuck, Dani,” Megan manuvared her body, settling on her knees. Face in her pillow, ass bent upwards, fingers stilled inside of her. “Good girl, Megan. My perfect girl.” Megan whimpered into her pillow. She was Daniela’s girl. Her perfect girl. She clenched around her fingers. “Fuck yourself, baby, I’ll keep talking,” Megan’s fingers moved.
She screamed into her pillow. Her fingers were now hitting spots so deep, it was taking her breath away. She felt full and completely stimulated, fingers rubbing her puffy clit. “You’re so beautiful, Megan. You looked amazing tonight. I bet you still look amazing, fucking your wet pussy, all for me.”
“Oh, my God,” Megan groaned.
“My slutty little angel just wants attention, huh?”
Megan nodded desperately. She was getting close, so close.
“Mhm,”
“You have it, darling. You always have it. Never him.”
“I wish I was there with you, so I could show you how much you mean to me.”
“I wish you’d show me how jealous you get. Make me yours, Megan. I want you to fuck me so bad, make me your girl, you’re already mine. Please, Megan!” Dani was now provocatively moaning into the phone. Megan didn’t care if it was fake or not. All she cared about was the pretty noises.
“I’m so close, Dani,” She breathed, drool gathering on the pillow.
“Yeah, baby? Your sweet little hole getting tired? My sweet girl, so perfect, so good for me, keep going,”
Megan was groaning, she was tethering on the edge. Her abs burned, sweat dripping. Her eyes were glued to the back of her eyelids.
“Tell me you love me.”
It slipped out. But it was too late to take it back. Her heart was pounding. She thought she had fucked up, becuase the speaker was quiet for a while.
Until,
“I love you so much, Megan. So much more than you know. I love you.”
Daniela spoke so genuinely, so kind and soft. That was the last straw.
A wave of white-hot pleasure washed over Megan’s hot body. She convulsed. Pussy clamping on her fingers, clit throbbing. Her legs closed, crushing her wrist between them. She was moaning frantically into the speaker. Wetness poured out of her. Flooding her hand.
And then, nothing.
She kept her fingers still while she caught her breath. She was crying. Crying, real tears. She wasn’t sure why. A mixture of pleasure and sadness, maybe even anger. But especially happiness. Daniela had told her she loved her. Even if it wasn’t true. She had said those words to her. The words she’s been longing to hear since SIS. She didn’t think she would ever hear them again.
The line went quiet.
They sat and shared breaths. Megan was shaking, so she finally laid back down. She would definitely have to change these sheets. She was just about to ask where Daniela went, when the speaker came back to life.
“Megan?” The beautiful, soft voice on the other line said.
“Mhm?” Megan replied, trying to hide the wetness in her voice.
“I’m coming over, honey. Give me 10 minutes, and leave your door unlocked.”
Then the line buzzed with silence.