by Olivia Myers
If Avery was willing to give me a second chance, there was no way I wouldn't take it.
All my former promises to never look at another girl again vanished as I hopped into the shower and let the hot water wash away my fears.
***
I stood outside Avery's door and nervously straightened my little black dress. My anxiety decided to have one final push and a thousand worries shot through my mind.
What if Avery wasn't home? What if her roommate opened the door? It would be more than awkward to face her again. What if Avery changed her mind and she didn't want me anymore? Worse, what if her card was just a trick to get me here so she could make fun of me?
I took a deep breath and tried to calm my beating heart. Even if my fears came true, I would risk it for the chance to have what I'd felt when I was in her arms. She was worth it.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I lifted my hand and knocked.
I chewed on my lip as I waited for what felt like an eternity, even though it couldn't have been more than ten seconds.
The door opened, Avery's head popped out and her mouth dropped open.
“Emily,” she breathed, her entire face breaking into the most sincere smile I'd ever seen.
She was dressed casually, in sweatpants and a tank top without a bra, and her long blonde hair was braided down one shoulder. I'd never seen her look more beautiful and the words I had rehearsed vanished as I looked her over.
She rushed out, her arms wide like she was about to draw me into a hug, but she paused at the last second, drew back and glanced at me with concern.
I stepped forward and threw my arms around her neck. She felt so good, smelled so sweet. How could I have ever run from someone like her?
“Avery--” I began.
“Emily,” she interrupted, “it was all my fault. I could tell that you were nervous and uncomfortable, but I went ahead anyway. Please forgive me.”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I assured her as she looped her arm in mine and led me into the apartment. “I shouldn't have freaked out like I did.”
She sat me down on the couch and leaned against me. “It's all right. If you want to talk to me about it or about anything, I'm here and I'm ready to listen.”
Surprisingly enough, I found that I did want to talk about it. About the night that I'd tried so hard to forget but had never been able to. I'd been too ashamed to tell anyone about it before.
I leaned my head against her shoulder and breathed in her clean scent.
“I was ten when Addie Parker moved into my elementary school,” I began. “Even though I'd been going there since kindergarten, she immediately became a billion times more popular than me. She was pretty and funny and seemed like the smartest girl in the world. I definitely wasn't the only kid to fall in love with her.”
Avery smoothed my hair, tucking several strands behind my ear. At the time, I had thought that my world revolved around Addie but now, after knowing Avery, I couldn't believe I had ever liked the girl.
“We never moved in the same circles,” I continued. “My nickname in school was Mouse. I was quiet and shy and awkward. I had a couple close friends, but that was it. I never thought I'd ever have a chance with Addie, especially since she dated half the football team during our freshman and sophomore years of high school. But at the beginning of our junior year, she came out.”
I fell silent as I tried to find the words for the nightmare that followed. “When I heard, I thought it was too good to be true. I thought I might actually have a chance. Our school was small and our dating pool much, much smaller. So I took a chance, mustered all my courage, and told her I liked her.”
I could still remember how she looked, the emotions that played across her face. First, the surprise that I was even talking to her, then the shock when I made my declaration, then her thoughtful look and the slow smile that spread across her face.
I took a deep breath. “She told me she liked me, too. She invited me to her house for a sleepover and she held my hand for the rest of the day.”
Avery's fingers entwined with mine as she gently caressed a pattern on my thigh. Her touch was intoxicating and I had to make an effort to focus on my story.
“I showed up to her house on Friday night beyond nervous and excited. She opened the door wearing nothing but a bit of lingerie. Her parents were out of town, but she led me into her bedroom, helped me out of my clothes, touched me, kissed me.” I swallowed hard. “And then she brought out the handcuffs.”
Avery's grip on my hand tightened, her face wrinkled with concern.
“She handcuffed my hands to the bed and tied my feet. I was completely naked, wet and ready for her. Once she was done, she stood over me and I couldn't help but think she was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I was ready for her to go down on me, ready for her to make me the happiest person ever.” I sighed. “And that's when she told everyone to come in.”
Avery gasped. “She invited other people?”
I nodded. “They burst in at her signal, a crowd of them all yelling and shouting, with beer and everything. Addie got dressed and they all stood around and laughed at me, laughed at the fact that I actually thought I had a chance with her. I freaked out. I asked them to let me go, I begged and cried, but it just made them laugh harder.”
Avery's eyes glistened, not with tears but with rage. “How could they do something like that?”
I shrugged. “Eventually, they got bored and wandered downstairs to party. I could hear it all night. People would come into the bedroom whenever they wanted - sometimes just to laugh, sometimes to do other stuff. They could do whatever they wanted to me. I was completely helpless. The last thing they did before they let me go was carve an 'L' on my chest. So I would never forget what a loser I was. The last thing she said to me was, ‘You’re unfuckable. Even if you were the last girl alive, I wouldn’t have you.’”
Avery's eyes widened with shock. “Oh my god, Emily, I had no idea. What a psychotic bitch. No wonder you freaked out.”
“I shouldn't have,” I said with a fierce shake of my head. “I’m so sorry about last night.
“Hey,” she said, gently stroking my back. “Let’s forget about last night.”
“I don't want to forget about last night,” I said, my eyes fixed on Avery's full lips, my mind distracted by her touch on my back. “I never want to forget the way you feel or the way you taste.”
Her eyes flashed with fire. “Do you want to finish what we started?” Her fingers trailed down my back until they touched my ass.
I swallowed hard. “Hell yes.” Our lips met in a slow and sensual kiss, nibbling, nipping, devouring each other. My hands slid down Avery's body, touching every inch of her, slipping under her tank top to touch her soft breasts and thumb her hard little nipple through her tank top.
Avery groaned, her teeth biting into my lip as I took her nipple between my fingers and rubbed it and teased it.
“Oh, Emily,” she breathed as she threw her leg over me and straddled my lap. “That feels so good.” She shoved both breasts in my hands and ground against me.
I paused and pulled away from her a bit so I could look her over again. She was so beautiful, so perfect. “How in the world did I deserve someone like you?” I wondered aloud. When I touched her, it reminded me how perfectly made she was and how bony and awkward I was in comparison.
“I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you,” she breathed as she slipped her hands up my thighs and under my little black dress. “You’re gorgeous.”
I traced her collarbone and smiled fondly. “You’re just saying that because you’re fucking me. I’m nowhere close to your level.”
She sat up quickly and glared at me. “That isn’t true at all.” She clambered off my lap and took my hand. “Come on, let’s go to the bedroom.”
The bedroom had been cleaned up since I last saw it and the cushions and blankets and silk coverings on the walls were gone. But it carried Avery’s scent which immediately m
ade it the sexiest room in the world.
Once we were inside, Avery turned to me and helped me out of my dress and I slipped off her tank top and sweatpants. Once we were naked, she went to her drawer of toys. When she pulled out the handcuffs, my heart did a little flip of fear, but she just tossed them in the trash can.
Instead, she took out a dildo and strap on and a bottle of lube. “I want to show you something,” she said as she brought them over to me. “But you have to close your eyes and do everything I tell you.”
I shut my eyes and let her lead me into a sitting position with my legs splayed open. I listened as she moved around the room and heard a door open. She repositioned me several times until she seemed satisfied.
“Open your eyes,” she told me.
When I did, the first thing I saw was myself, my pale face staring out of a full length mirror that hung on the back of the closet door. I glanced away quickly. I didn’t like staring at my reflection for too long. I didn’t like to see my flaws.
Avery kneeled behind me and lifted my chin so I looked in the mirror again. “Emily, I want you to see what I see when you look in the mirror. I want you to see just how beautiful and sexy you are. I want you to see how you look when I make love to you.”
I did as she told me and looked at myself, but all I saw was the Emily I knew, pale and thin with a face like sour milk.
Avery nestled against me, her breasts at the height of my shoulders when she kneeled. She ran her fingers through my dark hair and down my high cheekbones. She pressed her lips on the back of my neck and down my bare shoulder.
I stiffened under her touch and watched as a rosy color warmed my cheeks. My lips parted and my back arched sensually.
“You like that, don’t you?” she asked, her voice thick with desire. “Watch how your body responds to me. Watch how sexy it is when you want me.”
My breathing quickened as I watched her touching me through the mirror, as I watched myself press into her. She was right. Watching her turn me on turned me on even more. It was a cycle that multiplied my pleasure.
Her hands moved to my breasts. “Look,” she said as she massaged them. “Look how soft they are, how they move in my hands. They’re so white with their two little cherries on top, so firm, so hard.”
Her fingers fucked my nipples and I let out a groan and threw my head back. “Oh god,” I moaned.
She chuckled. “You think that feels good? Watch this.”
My eyes shot back to the mirror to watch as her hands slipped down from my breasts and down my body, lingering on my waist right above my hips.
“You’re so slender,” she said, her eyes glittering as she watched me. “Like a willow, like a sexy as hell elf.”
I looked at my body and at myself and for the first time I didn’t see the awkwardness or the angles. I saw what Avery saw. I saw beauty.
“Now watch this,” she ordered as her hands dropped from my waist, down my hips, and towards my pussy. She did it so slowly, making my entire body tingle and feel on fire. I could already see my wetness glistening through my lips, ready for her touch.
Her fingers dipped inside me and found my clit swollen and waiting. Her first touch electrified me. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched the shudder of pleasure course through my body. I had no idea I could look so sensual. Watching Avery touch me was like watching porn, except so much better.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” she breathed into my ear as she worked me over.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her fingers slipping in and out, circling around and around. “Oh my god, Avery, oh my god.” I kept repeating it over and over as I moaned and writhed against her.
I could feel the pleasure mounting like a tidal wave, getting stronger and larger until it crashed through my body, drowning my senses in ecstasy. My eyes closed, I felt strong and weak, light as a kite and too heavy to hold myself up.
Avery’s fingers kept teasing me, prolonging the orgasm as long as possible. I slumped forward onto my hands and knees, overcome by how fucking good I felt.
Vaguely, I was aware of Avery pulling back and lifting my ass in the air. She rubbed it, slapped it, and planted two kisses on each cheek.
“I’m not done with you yet,” she murmured. Before the last waves of orgasm were done coursing through me, I felt something slick and rubbery enter me from behind. Avery’s dildo pushed inside me, filling me up.
“Oh,” I gasped. I opened my eyes so I could watch her fuck me from behind. She started slow and careful at first, then began to speed up. Her hips slapped loudly against my ass each time she thrust, shaking my entire body.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, her eyes blazing as she watched me in the mirror. “Look at your titties. I love watching them bounce.”
I’d always thought they were too large for my thin body but Avery’s words made me see them differently. The way they moved was sexy. She reached around and fondled them while she kept fucking me.
“Let’s take things to the next level,” Avery whispered in my ear. She picked up a small black remote from off the floor and pushed a button. The dildo started vibrating, massaging the inside of me and rubbing against my g-spot.
I let out a gasp each time she hit it. I watched myself pant and moan with pleasure. Avery reached around me and found my clit again.
Her hands seemed to be everywhere, touching every sensitive part of me. It felt as if the pleasure were coming from a million different directions. I shuddered and groaned and felt another climax coming.
“You’re so beautiful, Emily,” Avery said, setting my heart and every nerve in my body on fire. “So hot and so fucking beautiful.”
Her words echoed through my head and in my body as the orgasm crashed through me like a bolt of lightning. My pupils dilated, my mouth shot open, my skin glistened with sweat. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, my pulse pounded.
Avery’s words filled me up and scrubbed me clean of Addie Parker. For the first time in a long time, the voice in my head whispered, You’re beautiful, and I believed it.
***
I lay in Avery’s arms all night and fucked her all morning. I felt a surge of disappointment when she pulled on clothes in the afternoon and said we should go out. She had something special she wanted to do.
When we pulled up in front of a tattoo parlor, I couldn’t hide my surprise. “Are you getting a tattoo?”
She smiled secretively. “Yep, and I can’t tell you what it is. It’s going to be a surprise and you can’t see it until it’s done.”
I felt more confused than ever. What could she tattoo that would be a surprise to me? “You don’t have to tattoo my name on your body, if that’s what you’re thinking,” I said quickly.
“That’s not what I had in mind,” she reassured me.
We wandered in and she made me stay at the front while she went back to speak to an artist. I could see her showing him something on her phone. They talked for some time and then both of them disappeared into a separate room.
I waited patiently, marveling at how happy I felt. Addie’s voice had been like a constant soundtrack in my head, but now she was mercifully silent. I heard Avery’s voice every once in a while but, even better, I could finally hear my own again. It had been drowned out for far too long.
An hour later, Avery came out, a grin on her face. “What do you think?” she asked.
At first, I wasn’t sure where it was, and then I caught sight of it, marring her skin with its crooked black ugliness.
Tears filled my eyes. “Oh, Avery, you shouldn’t have done that.” I stood and traced the brand new tattoo on her chest. It looked like a scar, an old wound that had healed in the shape of an ‘L’. “You’re not a loser and you don’t deserve to be marked as one forever.”
Her smile didn’t falter. “That’s not what it means anymore, Emily. It stands for ‘lover’ now, because that’s what you are and that’s what I am. When you look at your scar and at mine, I want you to remember how much love you have to gi
ve and how much love I want to give you.”
I choked up and looked at her uncertainly. “You know that’s permanent, right?”
She looped her arm through mine and pecked me on the lips. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
***
Even though we met every day to work on it, we didn’t finish our presentation until an hour before we were supposed to give it. We really couldn’t help it. Every time we started reading about those damn bonobos, we got a little... distracted.
Once we finished our presentation, we returned to our seats with our fingers entwined. I caught Professor Meade watching us closely and a look of satisfaction on her face.
When class was over, the professor stopped us before we left the room. “I enjoyed your presentation,” she said, “but I enjoyed seeing you two together even more. You don’t need to thank me. I only did it to relieve the unbearable sexual tension that filled my class whenever you two were in the room.”
I glanced at Avery and saw that she was as confused as I was. “Why would we thank you?” I asked.
She smiled slyly. “I’ve never had the bonobo presentation fail me when two of my students need to get together. I’m sure you would have done it on your own eventually, but I’m afraid I didn’t have the patience to wait.”
Avery laughed and squeezed my hand even tighter. “I’m glad you didn’t. I wouldn’t trade the past few days for anything.”
I turned to face her and looped my arms around her neck. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything,” I said before melting into her kiss.
The End