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Hot.
This was the first thing that Wednesday noticed as she woke from her slumber. Her arms crossed over her chest as if she had been prepared for a funeral, as she slowly rose from laying to sitting. Sweat trickled down her pale face. Disgusting. She swiped it away the best she could, but soon noticed a pool of sweat beneath her. She was practically swimming in it.
The goth scoffed to herself at the sticky, warm, wet mess her body had made in her sleep. Her hair was a mess, strands flying practically across all ends of the room, static traveling between them. Did I have a nightmare? Why am I so…
She looked to her right. Enid. The bubbly blonde werewolf lay asleep peacefully, facing Wednesday’s side. Even as she slept, Enid smiled. This was something Wednesday couldn’t ever understand.
She stepped quickly and quietly from her bed, the sheets stranded on the floor as she tiptoed to the bathroom. I need to shower. This is unbearable. She closed and locked the bathroom door quietly, then opened the walk in shower provided by Nevermore, and undressed. Then, she stepped inside, and turned on the water to a cool setting. She undid her ruined braids, reminding herself to redo them before she left the bathroom. Closing her eyes, she sighed in pleasure and content as the cool water rushed down her body. Then, she started to think about Enid. Again.
It had recently become a common occurrence for Wednesday to think about Enid as she showered. Sure, she new that wasn’t something “friends” were supposed to think about, but it was all she was able to. Imagining her silky hair becoming wet from the shower…the way the water would flow over her b-
No. I can’t be thinking of this. She’s my friend. Nothing more.
Wednesday shot out the thought immediately. But all she could think of was showering with the blonde, running her hands up and down the other girl’s body as she cleaned her, then rinsed off the soap and cuddled with Enid at the bottom if the shower.
The goth needed relief. The thoughts were driving her mad, and she could feel herself becoming more and more wet. It was 3am, and she needed rest before the next day. She wasn’t doing this because she wanted to. Only because she had to.
She reached down, carefully cupping her breast, massaging and pinching at her nipples. If only it was- no. But now that thought wouldn’t leave her mind. The thought of the blonde playing with her breasts, sucking them, worshipping her body. Wednesday moaned quietly, but not loud enough for anyone to hear. Her hand trailed downward until reaching her wetness, and she began rubbing slowly. Her head tossed backward, as she slumped against the shower wall, rolling her hips against her own hand. Gently and slowly, she slid a finger into herself, and pumped slowly.
Wednesday usually didn’t like penetration, but since she was so worked up and wet, she wanted to give it a try. Anything to make the wanting feeling go away.
She used her other hand to cover her mouth as she desperately moaned and thrust her finger into herself. Her hips matched rhythm, chasing for release. She added a second finger.
“Fuck…”
The goth was moaning much louder now, but she didn’t care. She needed this feeling to pass. So she continued fucking herself, helplessly, imagining it was her roommate who was just on the other side of the door.
Enid woke, jumping. She rubbed her eyes. What’s that sound? What time is it? She looked at her phone, discovering it was 3:30am. She remained silent, listening for the sound that had woke her. It was coming from the bathroom. She heard thumping, and some kind of other sound, but she couldn’t really tell what it was from where she laid. Was someone hurt? She looked to her left, but Wednesday was gone. Is Wednesday hurt?
The thought of Wednesday in pain sent Enid into attack mode. She was ready to beat the shit out of anyone that had hurt her. She stood from her bed, bolting to the door and- wait. That didn’t sound like…pain.
Wednesday was now sprawled at the bottom of the shower, panting desperately. She was so close. Just a bit longer, and this would all be over. She fucked herself relentlessly, as if her life depended on it, moaning.
“F-Fuck, Enid…just like that…I’m going to cum!”
And soon, she was shaking, cumming on her fingers. She slumped against the shower, heaving, panting. It felt so good. But she needed to go to sleep, since it was so late. She left the shower and dried herself quickly, then re-braided her hair, and then put her pajamas back on. As she started opening the door, a shocked Enid came into view. Wednesday looked like she had seen a ghost.
“I um…I swear it’s not what it looks like! I was just woken up by um…the sounds from the shower and I…was making sure you weren’t hurt but…I’m sorry Wednesday!” Enid covered her face, embarrassed.
“I should be the one apologizing, Enid. I was too loud. And I said things you probably want erased from your mind. I can move to another room, if you’d li-“
“Wednesday, no. It’s okay. I didn’t really um…know you thought of me, like that.”
Wednesday blushed. The goth had no idea how to react, or what to say. “Enid I…I can’t do this right now.” She ran down to the principals office, and was able to stay in a room alone for the night. For only the second time ever, Wednesday cried that night. She felt alone, and as if she had betrayed Enid.
Enid also cried. She felt horrible, like she had ruined the friendship between them by saying anything. I should have just stayed in bed and gone back to sleep.
The next few days were much different between the two. Enid would try to find Wednesday so she could talk to her and apologize for everything, but Wednesday would hide away and try everything to avoid her. Eventually, though, Enid was able to find out where Wednesday had been spending her nights. She had originally stayed in a special room for cases where student’s needed separating, but then moved somewhere much more secluded. The crypt. After finding out, Enid decided the best course of action would be to place a letter on the door of the crypt for Wednesday to find. The letter read:
Dear Wednesday,
I want you to be aware that I am not upset with you in any way. It was wrong of me to listen to you while doing something so personal and private, and for that I apologize. I also want you to know, though, that I have had feelings for you for a long time, and I want us to be more than friends. More importantly, I want to talk to you again. I am sorry for breaching your trust.
When Wednesday read the letter, she nearly cried. She decideds she would forgive Enid and made her way back to Nevermore. Once arriving at her dorm, she knocked, letter in hand. Enid began sobbing with happiness at the sight of Wednesday again. “Enid, I forgive you.”
Enid hugged Wednesday tightly, nuzzling into her tightly. Wednesday pushed away from Enid slightly, then placed her hands onto Enid’s cheeks, pulling her in for a kiss. Enid sighed with pleasure into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Wednesday’s neck. “Enid I…I am extremely dangerous. I have many enemies. My family is hunted, hated. And my family is cursed with a strong love for those we have lust for. I lust you, Enid.” Wednesday admitted.
“It’s okay, Wednesday. I lust you too. I want to be with you.”