Dreaming Of You - Jenna Ortega imagines

Only bought this dress so you could take it off, jo

You finally make a move with your best friend


Now Playing: Dress - Taylor Swift

"You look hot." You hummed, red solo cup in hand and alcohol running through your body. "I love the dress." You've known Jenna for so long, you knew practically every single article of clothing she owned or wore. This was new, like it was meant for someone.

She smiled at you, looking up as she had her own drink in hand. "I think it looks better somewhere else." She lowered her voice and leant in, you two were inches away from each other's faces. "Like your bedroom floor."

You were throwing a house party, so it was technically okay for you to be gone for a while. "Wanna go check out it would look right now?" You two were so shitfaced, neither of you cared about maintaining your friendship. Despite being best friends for years, neither one of you made a move and everyone was getting sick of the whole 'will they, won't they' the two of you had going on.

She nodded eagerly, grabbing your hand and leading you towards your bedroom. Once the door was closed behind her, you pressed her against it and locked the door on the inside. Her lips molded with yours, a warm flutter seemed to make it's way around your body. It was everything you wished for.

Very quickly, hands started to swarm around, heat surrounding the two of you. All you could hear was soft gasps and heavy breathing, all the while the music from the party pounded against the walls. It felt like it was only the two of you now. She had been tugging at your shirt for at least a minute, you just couldn't pull away from her lips.

But you did, and she basically ripped the shirt off of you. You giggled softly before your lips were against hers once more. You guided her carefully towards your bed, pushing her to sit down. You went from kissing her lips to kissing her neck and slowly lowering. You lightly sucked and bit onto the soft skin, eliciting soft gasps and whimpers from the girl below her.

Your hands made their way towards her back, which lead her to arch it and letting you unzip the dress. Your knee made it's way between her thighs, letting you press up against her. You tugged on her dress before pulling away from her. "How the fuck do you take this off?" Jenna let out a small laugh, helping get out of the dress which left her in some lingerie that she must've already planned. "Did you plan this?"

She smirked at you, pulling your face back to hers. She wanted more friction, something more, she bucked her hips against your leg. You began to grind with her, hips bucking. Her hands ran through your hair, yours played with her body, running your finger tips around.

Your hands made their way to the waistband of her bottom piece, slowly pulling it down. She pulled you even closer, her panties getting tossed towards the pile of clothes that the two of you had created.

Your fingers traced the inside of her thigh, you could feel the warmth. "Stop being a tease." Jenna mumbled against your lips, making you smirk. Your thumb found her clit, playing with it as your fingers were coating themselves with her. She let out a loud whine, to which you moved onto her neck, sucking onto her pretty neck.

You inserted one finger, going in and out pretty slowly. You wanted to learn everything about her, what makes her moan, what she likes and what she didn't. Her hand became closer to your wrist, but retracted when you inserted another one.

Her moans was music to your ears and your guide. You began pumping faster, curling your fingers every now and then. Every time you did, she would curse, her hand that remained in your hair gripped even tighter.

"Don't stop." She whimpered, you pulled back, admiring the work you did on her neck. You watched as her face scrunched in pleasure, her eyebrows furrowing slightly. Your hand was beginning to tire out, but you weren't going to stop until she was done.