Clarke and Emory met a few weeks ago and hit it off instantly. They have been best friends ever since. Emory however has had eyes for Clarke a lot longer the just a few weeks. An attempt to impress Clarke back fires and changes things for the both o...
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"I'm telling you Emory! All I would need is 5 minutes alone with Janet and she would be mine!" Clarke laughed. Even she didn't believe a word coming from her own mouth.
"I'm willing to take that bet!"Emory said grabbing her phone. She always had tricks up her sleeve, but this time, Clarke wasn't the least bit worried. There was NO WAY Emory could ever pull something like that off.
She looked away from her phone and smiled at Clarke in a way that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand.
"Get ya tiny butt up and get ready." Emory said and stood up.
"Where are we going?"
"We're going to spend the day with my uncle Jimmy and a few of his close friends." Emory smiled again, "And make sure to look nice, I'll be back for you in about an hour."
Clarke watched Emory, laughing at her uncontrollably, as she dramatically glided over to her purse and keys, did a quick spin, took a bow and walked out of the front door.
Clarke shook her head, "Weirdo!" She yelled just as the door closed.
After taking forever to decide on an outfit, Clarke connected her shower Bluetooth and started her favorite Janet playlist. As the music began to play, she couldn't help but to groove to it.
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(Discipline plays in the background)
Clarke swayed her hips as the song began to play. Her sleek and toned frame is accented by her beautiful light bronze skin. Neat fluffy dreads kiss her shoulders and the soapy water gave the illusion that her skin was glowing. Lost in the music, Clarke didn't hear her front door open.
As Emory walked inside the music echoed though the tiny apartment. She could hear Clarke singing. She'd always loved her voice and would often put Clarke on the spot when they were around Emory's family and other friends.
Emory walked slowly towards the sound of running water and found herself standing at the Clarke's bathroom door. Steam poured from the cracks and almost from impulse Emory grabbed the knob and turned it. Frozen in place, she drew in a sharp breath as she took in the sight of Clarke's silhouette behind the smokey glass.
She watched closely as Clarke swayed her hips, grinding and thrusting. It was hard to know for sure but it looked like she was touching herself.
"Lucky Hands." Emory thought.
She licked her lips and stepped closer. Clarke's back was pressed against the glass door now. Emory's fingers traced the lines of Clarke's body.
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The music stopped suddenly, Clarke's moans filled the quiet room. Her dreads made swirls on the foggy glass as her body slid up and down against it. Emory pressed herself into door wanting there to be nothing separating Clarke's skin from her own. She wanted her so bad. As Clarke's moans became louder, she gasped for air and her body begin to shake.
"God I'm gonna cum for you." She moaned softly.
Emory's hand slid between her own legs. She could feel the warmth and wetness through her jeans. She tried her best to not making any sounds but as she grew closer and closer, a quiet moan slipped from her lips.
Clarke's eyes opened quickly. She stopped the running water and turned towards the shower door. Sliding the door open, Clarke found that she was alone. She grabbed her towel and went to investigate.
Clarke's phone began to ring.
She jumped, startled as came through the shower speakers.
"Hello?" She smiled, hearing Emory's voice on the other end. Her heart was still racing.
"Hey hot stuff, I'm coming up. I hope you're ready for the best day of your life!"
Emory ended the call quickly and tried to collect herself. She took a deep breath before entering the apartment. She'd gotten pretty irritated with herself for getting so worked up. Not to mention, the puddle she'd created in her panties was hard to ignore.
This time Emory announced herself as she walked inside and took a seat on the couch. She glanced up just as Clarke passed by in nothing but her towel. Emory pretended not to notice.
The shower incident was unlike anything she'd ever done before and it was too close of a fucking call for her. Emory shook her head trying to clear the memory but the aching between her thighs was growing harder to ignore. In that moment she promised herself that she would never loose control like that again.
She began scrolling through the pictures from her photoshoot from earlier in the week and decided share one.
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She smiled. Just as she posted the photo, Clarke commented...
"😍 This is by far my favorite picture of you."
Emory brought her phone to her chest and let out a sigh.
"Hurry up big head, you're going to make us late!" She yelled up to Clarke.
