It's tight, so I have to slide it down my legs using both hands. I straighten up and realise the curtains are open. I'm too tired to care. My black st...ckings feel tight around my thighs, I take them off one by one, relishing the feeling of the cool air on my bare legs.I'm left standing in a cream and black lace bra and panties. They're the ones you bought me. I admire my reflection in the mirror, my flat stomach, C cup breasts and full, round ass. I reach behind and undo my bra, my breasts. Because she usually dressed conservatively—even now, she wore a hoodie and sweatpants—one would be forgiven in thinking that she was unattractive. Thankfully, she dressed more liberally when she visited Rayya and me.I cleared my throat to get their attention. "Say that I do agree to this. Won't it make things kind of awkward?" I won't make it awkward if you won't," Rayya said.She and I then looked to Sarah, who rolled her eyes. "Don't worry. When this is over, we'll hate each other just as. Rachel looked at me and when I turned to her she turned her head to the TV. I thought I should bring up what happened. So just to break the silence I said "How was your day?" She responded "Okay, I guess. It was really boring." This was followed by a long pause. She broke the silence "Umm, about what happened this morning...I'm sorry I overreacted. It was my fault and I shouldn't have walked into the bathroom without knocking." I responded "I should have locked the door. Sorry I uhh, came on. The thoughts of actually being a 14-year old lesbian and loving your best friend. For a minute, the room swam out of focus, and I was there, in the attic, with the floor covered in white candles except for the middle, where our young bodies embraced. "Love me, Lisa...don't let me die."I freaked out, and fell off the couch onto my face. Lisa sounded off a fresh gale of sinister laughter. "You see now the one who made the wish. She shared that fantasy, believed that someday she would meet the.