warmth filled your body as her lips hovered over your skin. the sticky lipgloss she was wearing created a trail marking the exact locations her lips had previously inhabited.

they settled on your neck, placing slow open mouth kisses as her hand crawled down your body. a soft moan escaped your lips as your back arched longing for more than just her touch.

every ounce of your body felt like it was on fire. her fingers tapped along your supple skin finally landing between your legs.

It was all so wonderful and euphoric. until you heard an obnoxious ringing and a repeated knocking on your door. your eyes shot open, an immediate realization overtook your body.

it was a dream. It’d all been a dream. your bed was empty, your alarm was ringing, but the tingling between your legs was very much real.

you heard the knock again and groaned scrambling to get your phone. turning off the alarm, you saw the time. 6:33am. fuck. you knew exactly who was at your door.

pushing the covers off your body, you adjusted the waistband of your shorts. the pesky feeling of unfinished business between your legs.

“hey, you overslept?” your best friend asked when you opened the door.

“uh, yeah” you replied rubbing your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll get ready quick,” you extended your arm, letting her in. she came in throwing herself on your unmade bed.

"we gotta be out of here in like 10 minutes," she instructed and you nodded rushing to the bathroom.

thankfully you'd neatly folded and placed the clothes you'd be wearing today on the bathroom counter. you had to wipe the remnants of your dream - your very inappropriate dream - from your body and your brain because that was your best friend.

the same best friend who was laying on your bed right now. the same best friend who you always hung out with and now you were having sex dreams about.

fuck. this couldn't be happening. you’d be okay. except you very much weren't.

not when she was filming a music video where she was all seductive and sexy. so so sexy. you almost sighed in longing when she came close to the camera and opened her glossy lips just like she had in your dream.

you had to look away. no matter how much you wanted to stare, you couldn't be that obvious. not when her lips were still oozing lipgloss and her fingers grazed her neck, twirling her hair. god, you so desperately wanted those fingers to be yours.

suddenly your body felt the familiar heat. no. you couldn't go there. checking your phone as an excuse to look away, you didn't feel when her body joined your side.

her arm slung around your shoulder bringing you back to earth. “hey, you okay?" she sounded genuinely concerned.

"I think I slept wrong," you lied tilting your neck trying to act totally cool and normal. except you hadn't slept wrong.

you’d slept wonderfully, recalling the waves of pleasure brought to you by her and only her. your hand moved over your shoulder for dramatic effect.

"I got you," she replied stepping behind you, her hands on your shoulders, fingers digging into your clothes.

she held you in her grip, her gentle breathing behind your head. her thumbs dug into your shoulder blades and a sound left your body. a moan.

like you audibly moaned in pleasure because these were the same hands you'd only dreamt of touching you last night. touching you in more than just a friendly way. fuck.

”does that feel good?" her voice dropped from the previous caring one. It was a voice you couldn't decipher. but it sure as hell was doing things to you. you tensed.

"just relax," she whispered working your shoulders. then she brought her hands down your arms squeezing every few seconds until they were back on your shoulders.

"we're ready," a voice called out snapping your eyes open. her fingers stopped moving, but she was still holding you.

"i’ll finish later," she kissed the back of your head before disappearing. that kiss before would've just been a friendly 'love you kind of friendly kiss, but now you were reading into it so weirdly.