Thread: Dirty Little Secret [horse and darkest_fate]

Melissa is ecchi, not hentai This wasn't a date. Melissa kept telling herself that. Repeated it, over and over again. Because maybe, just maybe, if she said it a few more times, she'd stop thinking and acting like it was. It couldn't be, after all. Because Cecilia was her best friend, her best female friend. Two girls simply didn't go on dates with one another. Well, they did, but two girls like Melissa and Cecilia didn't. They also didn't have warm fuzzy thoughts about one another, or start wondering what the other one looked like naked. They especially didn't nurture crushes for the better part of a year. When exactly had Melissa known it was something more? She tried to think of it, to wrack her brain for this oh so crucial bit of information. Nothing immediately came to mind. It wasn't as if she one day looked over at the redhead and went yum, I want a piece of that. It had built slowly, with stolen glances and slight dirty thoughts. Melissa had caught herself licking her lips when Clarissa talked about a new lipstick. She squirmed a bit with jealousy whenever they talked about boys. Shopping for clothing took on a whole new level of interesting. It got so bad when trying on dresses that Melissa had nearly thought she'd have to masturbate. The poor boys she dated never did quite understand. Melissa almost felt sorry for them. Now she stood outside the doorway to her friend's house, remembering the last time she'd seen on her car's clock five till six. Normally Melissa would probably arrive late. It was a miracle of planning, and thanks partially to helpful roommates, that Melissa had made it on time. Even better than making it on time Melissa looked damn good. Her black hair had been pulled into a high ponytail, the strands drifting onto her back. A black silk ribbon tied the hair in place. Only a few key strands were allowed to fall, for framing. A slinky white dress clung to the girl's curves, almost putting her bosom on display. Melissa had always complained that her chest was just big enough to get in the way and just small enough not to attract any attention. Now the silky fabric of her dress clung to them. Normally Melissa wouldn't wear a dress to a nondate. Secretly, however, she wanted this to count as a date. She wanted Cecilia to go wow. She wanted the other girl to kiss her. To tell her that,yes, she loved and wanted her. No. This was a nondate. They were friends. They would go out, eat food, come home, eat more junk food till Melissa felt as fat as a stuffed pig, and they would pass out on the couch. They would not kiss. They would not make out on the front porch. They would not have hot, passionate sex on Cecilia's bed, making love till they both screamed their joy so loud the neighbors would here. There's something wrong with you, girl, muttered Melissa. She sighed. Best to get started. Not a date though. Definitely not a date. Those butterflies in her stomach were completely unnecessary. Taking a deep, bracing breath, Melissa opened the door. Hey, Cecilia! she called, stepping inside. You'd better be ready, because I'm hungry and I don't want to have to wait because you can't get your hair exactly the way you oh, my, God you look amazing. Obviously Melissa had caught sight of Cecilia mid-rant. She tried to control herself, but it was hard when the redhead wore a dress like that, with her hair like that, with her lips looking tempting. Immediately Melissa felt like a heel, and she tugged at the hem of her dress. Too short. And her hair looked horrible up. why hadn't she worn it down like Cecilia? Or curled it? Damn it! She should have curled her hair. Cecilia looked smoking hot, and Melissa just looked like she was trying to hard. This was so going to be a horrible... nondate.