"Hey Delilah, are you okay?"
"Uh...I'm..." I shift my weight and raise myself so that my back is off the ground. "I think there's a stick or something under me..."
"What?! No way I swear I got rid of them all!" Isabelle states as she reaches her hand beneath me and pats the bottom of the swag.
I feel my face gets hot at Isabelles arm around me. "Darn...so there is..." I look at Isabelles face and bite the inside of my cheek nervously when she looks at me. "Heh, sorry...this things so old and worn out." She gives me a smile and I notice even in the dim lighting how her eyes light up and look half-closed...or at least that's the deception that her long eyelashes give.
"I know..." I watch as my friend struggles to take off her jumper.
"Uh...uh, do you want any help...?"
"Sure." I take hold of the hem of her woollen jumper and pull it up...Isabelle falls forward in the confined space and places her arms over me as we pull off the jumper.
"Ah, there..." Isabelles face is flushed and she tries to arrange herself and shakes her head...her hair was getting in the way again. I smile and reach up tucking the stray stands away from her face and giggle a little.
"Oh yeah, of course you find this funny." Isabelle states wish a blush. "Okay, lift your backside girl."
I comply to the command and Isabelle rearranges the jumper beneath me acting as an extra layer to ward off the intrusion of the stick(or stone or...basically whatever it was...) from being a nuisance anymore. "Is that any better?"
Not much. "Yes, tha-thank-you." I stammer as Isabelle flicks her hair from her face again.
Isabelle looks at me as I wince and shift my position again.
"Really? And you're not just saying that?"
"N-no."
"Reeeeally?" Isabelle asks getting a little closer to me.
"Uh..I-I....Uhmmn..." I feel my face heat up and close my eyes looking down to hide my blush. "Well, maybe...I..."
"Ugh, if you're uncomfortable then just tell me."
"Um...o-okay..I'm a little uncomfortable..."
"Easy fixed...scoot over Rover."
I move around more to the edge of the swag...confused as to how this was going to help me. "Not like that Delilah." Isabelle takes hold of me and pulls me around so that our positions are switched. Her hand is at my waist and I let out a mandatory yelp and then start to laugh. I don't understand why I'm laughing...If anything this positioning was more embarrassing then the last because this time...it is me on top of Isabelle.
"What is it?" I take in a breath and realise how close to my friend I am. I can see her eyes; such a deep blue fringed by long eyelashes. They're so long, beautiful..."Delilah?" Isabelle questions in a quiet vice, as if scared to frighten me.
I feel Isabelles hand grip my lower back and feel my body heat at the close connection. I'm watching Isabelles face as I draw nearer as if pulled down by a magnetic force. She doesn't look away from my eyes. I can see questioning in those stunning blue orbs...and behind that...desire. My mouth is watering like mad and I can't take waiting for her to pull away any longer; I close the gap between us and shut my eyes. Isabelle moans as if she had been waiting for that contact between our lips. Lips! OH! Her lips were so soft, they tasted delicious against my own and as Isabelle ran her hand up and down my back and I pressed myself closer against her I felt more alive than I ever had in my life. I feel Isabelles eyelashes flicker against my cheek when I pull out and rest my head against her brow and try to catch up with my uneven breaths. The sound of the rain subdues to a light trickle pattering against the swag and mimicking the fluttering of my heart.
"I-Isabelle…" I stammer once I feel my pulse slow. I wait for an answer but upon hearing none I open my eyes and look down at her face. "Isabelle?"
"Yeah?" I see her eyes are shut and her head is laid back. I see her neck exposed and lean down and kiss the exposed flesh leaving butterfly kisses all across every inch of skin that I can touch. Isabelle gasps at first but then starts to moan at my lips brushing against her skin.
"Delilah.." She whispers my name as she lowers her head and pulls me into her neck holding me close and kissing the side of my head.
"Y-you love me don't you? I'm the one that you said you had a crush on..."
"Yes." I hear Isabelle swallow and raise my head so I can look into my friends' eyes. "Yeah, I-I'm sorry." I watch her bite her lip and look bashfully away.
"What for Isabelle? I'm afraid it's me who doesn't understand this time."
"I shouldn't. Not while you're so sad. You need a friend; not a lover."
I feel my face burn bright at her words. "Isabelle. You didn't kiss me. I kissed you. I-I wanted it."
Isabelle finally looks into my eyes. "Really?"
Instead of answering her question I leant down again and kissed her deeply and ease her mouth open and slip my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues meet halfway and Isabelles hand slides up cupping my face and bringing me closer. I kiss Isabelle hungrily relishing in her sweet tasting lips and groaning into her mouth as her tongue rushes past mine to my mouth. We share the kiss a little longer until I pull out of it panting lightly again. I don't have many kisses to compare this erotic feeling rising up through my body but I do know that it feels great. I feel alive and as Isablle kisses my neck and bites on it softly I feel more love and closeness to my friend than what I ever had in my entire life. And it made me want more...
"I-I love you Delilah."
I nod my head before laying it down on Isabelles chest. "I love you Isabelle. You're the only one who cares about me."
"Y-you love me?"
I nod my head sleepily and feel myself drifting off into the warmness of Isabelles arms. "I love you..." Are my last words before finally slipping away. The last thing I notice is a murmur of Isabelles voice and her lips on the top of my head...
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