Emily wrote: ↑Wed Nov 27, 2024 3:11 pm
Hi everybody
I wanted to take a moment and thank you all for the support on this story! For a few different reasons, I have decided to take a break from writing. I’m not sure if or when I will be back.
For those of you who have been friendly and left kind comments, thank you. It truly has meant the world to me. Thanks for the support and for taking time out of your day to read my story!
All the best,
-Emily
This is incredibly sad news, but I understand the need to take a step back sometimes.
This story has been such a pleasure to read. Literally every chapter is absolutely astonishing and I've loved every second of it. I choose to believe that you'll be back soon to continue writing what is the best erotic story ever written imo, and in fact I'm confident that you'll come back refreshed and better than ever, ready to give us many more amazing chapters to this breathtaking story!
I'll leave you my reviews for the latest two chapters nonetheless.
In the meantime, until your triumphant return, take care, Emily, and all the best! ❤
So these reviews might feel a bit more sombre for obvious reasons, but if these are the last reviews for this masterpiece, I'll try to make it count
Chapter 44 review
I love how this chapter starts off with such timidity from Riley.
The girls further degrading Riley with their crude remarks about oral sex was a fun touch, and really highlights just how true it is - as the title states, we well and truly have witnessed a real Unraveling of poor Riley.
"The moon cast long shadows across the ground, painting the world in a monochrome palette of grays and blacks. The air smelled faintly of damp earth and distant rain, a stark contrast to the sterile dormitory corridors"
It's so nice to read such well articulated descriptions of what Riley is feeling, seeing and experiencing. Simple yet really effective writing.
Really enjoyed Riley standing in such a public place in just her underwear. Underwear that is doing a poor job of concealing her modesty, with her nipples poking through her bra and her wet panties.
"Her panties were the last to go. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic band and pushed them down, feeling the fabric glide over her swollen labia. Finally, she stepped out of them, and they dropped to the ground, leaving her completely bare. The light from the streetlamp cast a soft glow on her pussy, highlighting the soft folds of her inner lips and the plump mound of her mons. Her clit was a tiny pearl nestled in the crevice, and she felt a jolt of arousal as the cool air hit it"
Wow, now this was a sexy read! Loved that.
Riley standing there naked, being scolded for something that's not even her fault and once again acting timid is fun and humiliates her even more. And Holy moly, that puniment is so unexpected and such fun!
I LOVE where this website punishment is going! I also equally love her response!
"With a trembling voice, she spoke up. “I-I’ll do anything. Anything but that. Please, I’m begging you, just tell me what to do instead!”
Yup. Definitely a big fan of that. Begging is so much fun.
WOW! Wow, Wow, Wow! EVERY second of the outdoor photo shoot is absolutely sensational! Stunningly hot! Phenomenally sexy as hell! Let's add one more WOW into the mix. I also love how Riley is forced to look at her own gratuitous pictures! The "ass up" shot so nice.
Loved this:
"The folds of her sex were like a secret garden, begging to be explored, and her clit was a tiny jewel at the top of it all, a sensitive button that had been denied release for so long it was practically pulsing with need"
Seriously, this photo shoot keeps getting hotter and hotter with each passing paragraph! She has to spread herself open now, but she's too wet which results in slippage? Extraordinary! And spreading her ass, with her wetness dropping onto the table was the ludicrously beautiful cherry on top! But wait - there's more! Ellie fingers Riley's ass too! Love it!
"She felt the tension in her shoulders ease, the knots of fear and excitement slowly unraveling as the water cascaded over her breasts and belly"
I always enjoy when the title is implemented into the story in some way lol.
I love how in the shower, Riley got so close to climax, yet was obedient enough to stop. No one was watching her and she could have broken her rule, but she stopped herself anyway. A very subservient girl indeed!
Overall an absolutely remarkable, sensational, hot, hot chapter! My word that was outstanding! It was a longer chapter too which was really nice.
I've been very much anticipating that art class for a while now, so this should be tremendous fun!
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So we're just straight away starting with a hot Riley masturbation scene, legs wide open huh? Very nice opening.
Love the description of Riley so desperate for an orgasm, yet she knows there's simply no breaking her rule allowed. It's vividly detailed so well, and you can feel her desperation. I also surprisingly really enjoyed Riley applying makeup to sort of perk herself up and make herself look pretty.
The build up from leaving her room and the art class is wonderfully handled. You can really feel Riley's anxiety building with each passing moment. Really enjoyed that. You can definitely feel she's really, really not up for this at all.
As I read on, more and more tension building, and it's weird. Nothing particularly erotic is happening, yet the build up itself is actually very exciting and erotic in its own way. Once the eventual nudity occurs, wow. All of a sudden, the art instructor describing each of Riley's curves, dips and crevices is hugely alluring.
And the HOLY SHITE! James has to wipe Riley's wetness off her thighs? Incredible! Love that! Absolutely brilliant! I was hoping to see something akin to that, so definitely loved to see that. The teacher scolding her for her arousal making it even more mortifying for her, more fun for us.
The first pose was fun, but immediately the second pose is extremely sexy, and the growing arousal between Riley's legs makes it so much better. I really enjoyed the unintentional bending over and giving the class a lovely view.
The masturbation scene was ridiculously erotic! The slow, gentle circles paints a very clear and sexy picture of what Riley's doing, and it's really very pleasant to read, and it just keeps getting better! Her rocking her hips in sync with your movements, her orgasm building, only for her to deny herself at the last minute despite her climax fighting back saying "you need this" all just so glorious and wonderful to read!
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These latest two chapters have been both an absolute joy to read, as well as really quite sad. I've loved every second of every chapter. Literally the entirety of this beautiful story is a masterpiece. Yet throughout both chapters, my mind kept going back to this potentially being the end... Still, I really loved these chapters a great deal, and the website photo shoot was insanely arousing and masterfully written.
Again, I choose to believe you'll be back soon to do what you do best and that this story will continue with many, many more sensational chapters.
Profoundly erotic, impeccably written and an overall awe-inspiring, jaw dropping story!
Thanks, Emily, and we'll hopefully see you back soon! ☺
I've only got to reading this story (and a few other new ones) recently. I'm sad to see it's on (hopefully a temporary) hiatus, but irl priorities first of course.
Review-wise, here are some things (about the whole story and writing process in general) that stuck around in my head:
Similar to what some other people brought up early on: The "stakes" and escalation felt like they had a high spike early on, with the running away from the party. It felt a bit "too much too sudden" for Riley (from a reader's POV), but sudden increased pacing isn't uncommon for these kind of stories. The pacing felt fine over the next 30 chapters though, although I'm sure it's too slow for some and too fast for others. That's the author's choice.
There are other stories (I'm pretty sure one with the main character being called Emily) in this genre (or close) where orgasm control plays a big role. Both as in what the MC has to do a lot (and thus the readers get told about), and as in the mental effects it has on getting her to accept things easier, be more desperate, having her pick bad choices, ...
With regards to virginity, that's very subjective. It's up to you as the author to figure out what works best for your story. With the anal fingering becoming more frequent, it seems like her ass won't be that off-limits at some point, whether with toys or actual guys. Personally I find it interesting if physically she loses her virginity at some point, i.e. "full" penetration happens, whether it's by accident, by choice or out-of-hand punishment. And with "full" I don't mean it has to be a real dick. Yon can remove the physical limitation for toys/vegetables/whatever (there's an idea for some tasks) while still conceptually keeping her a virgin. It opens up a lot more things (like Bucket has been hinting at), but that depends on where you want to go with the Riley character.
Aside from the story: I've read that you at times follow along with Riley, e.g. anal and edging. That's an interesting meta-thing that rarely happens with these kind of stories. I'm curious to see how that continues, even though you shouldn't force yourself to keep up with Riley, as far as that's even possible. You are you, Riley is Riley, but do enjoy exploring along with Riley whenever you want.
This might sound weird coming from someone that likes the story, but: Don't be afraid to stop writing it. If you do, a proper ending (if possible) would be nice of course. I read this is your first story, and it's good, but don't force yourself into a corner or a writer's block because you don't know how to continue this story. You're free to start a new story and then come back to this story sometimes or even never. Besides, your break might give you some inspiration for this or a new story.
The walk to her room was a blur, the echo of her footsteps on the tiles seemingly louder than usual. When she finally reached the door, she realized she had forgotten to give James his jacket back. She paused, hand hovering over the doorknob. The warmth of his embrace was still wrapped around her, the scent of his cologne lingering on the fabric. It was a comforting reminder of their evening together.
With a heavy sigh, Riley pushed the door open, the light from the hallway spilling in and illuminating the darkness. She flicked on the switch, the sudden brightness making her squint. The room was just as she had left it: neat, orderly, with no signs of the chaos that had been unfolding in her life. She let out a shaky breath and peeled James' jacket off, hanging it carefully on the back of her chair.
Her clothes followed, each piece slipping off her body like a silent confession. She folded them neatly, placing them on her chair, as if by doing so she could somehow keep the outside world at bay. She felt the cool air of the room kiss her skin, making her nipples peak and her skin pebble with gooseflesh. The floor was cold under her feet, but she didn't bother to put on socks. Instead, she padded over to her bed, the softness of the comforter a stark contrast to the rigidness of the day's events.
As she lay down, her thoughts drifted back to James, the comforting warmth of his jacket now replaced by the cold reality of the room. His laugh, his gentle touch, the way he'd looked at her—it all played out like a movie in her mind, the kind that made her heart race and her body respond. She felt a tingle in her pussy, a reminder of the unfulfilled desire that had built up in the classroom. The memory of her own hand on her skin sent a shiver down her spine, and she couldn't help but let her hand drift downward, her fingertips tracing the same path they had earlier.
Her eyes fell to her pussy, the soft folds glistening with arousal in the harsh light of her room. She spread her legs wider, giving herself a better view. Her hand hovered over the slickness, her thumb lightly brushing against her swollen clit. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her body that made her toes curl. She spread her lips, exposing herself fully to her own gaze. Her hole was tight and pink, begging for attention.
With trembling fingers, Riley touched herself, the feeling of her own wetness sending a wave of heat through her. She began to rub, slow and gentle at first, feeling her body respond. Her breathing grew quicker, her chest rising and falling as she slipped into a rhythm that matched the beat of her racing heart. Her eyes drifted shut, and she lost herself in the sensation, the memory of the day's humiliation fading away like a distant whisper.
But just as the pleasure began to crescendo, a buzz from her phone on the nightstand pulled her back to reality. The jolting vibration of the device on the wooden surface was a harsh reminder of the world outside her bed, the world where Ellie, Aria, and Claire held the power to destroy her. She groaned in frustration, her hand stilling on her pussy.
Grabbing the phone, she saw that it was a text from Lily. To her surprise, it was an invitation to the gym. "Hey Riley, I'm heading to the gym now to blow off some steam. Want to join?" the message read, accompanied by a smiling emoji with a sweatdrop.
Riley stared at the message, her hand still on her clit. The gym was the last place she wanted to go, especially after the day she'd had. But something about Lily's message seemed genuine, and the thought of being around someone who knew her secret, yet didn't judge her, was oddly appealing. She replied with a simple "Okay, I’d like that." Maybe some exercise would help clear her mind, she thought.
Within a minute, Lily's response buzzed on her phone. "On my way to grab you," it read. Riley took a deep breath, her hand sliding away from her still-throbbing pussy. She didn't move from the bed, the soft mattress seeming to hold her in a gentle embrace. She lay there, naked and vulnerable, feeling the cool air of the room kiss her flushed skin. Her body was still singing with the echoes of denied pleasure, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
The knock on the door was soft but insistent, and she called out, "Come in." The door creaked open, and Lily's face peeked through the gap, her eyes widening slightly as she took in Riley's state of undress. But she didn't comment, she had seen it all before. Instead, she gave a small smile and said, "Ready to go?"
Riley nodded, her body moving almost of its own accord as she pushed herself up off the bed. She felt strangely vulnerable, standing naked in front of the one person who knew her deepest, darkest secrets. But Lily's presence was comforting in a way she hadn't expected. She grabbed a clean pair of underwear from her drawer, the fabric sliding over her damp skin like a whispered promise of comfort. She pulled on a bra, the cups enveloping her breasts and offering a semblance of modesty. Her gym clothes followed: a loose T-shirt, and a pair of shorts. She slid her feet into her sneakers, tying the laces with trembling fingers.
They left the room, the door clicking shut behind them like a lock on a cage she hadn't realized she was in. The walk to the gym was a silent one at first, the echo of their footsteps the only sound in the corridor. It was a contrast to the cacophony of emotions Riley felt swirling in her head. Each step brought her closer to the gym, and she wondered if the physical exertion would somehow help her shed the weight of the day.
"So, how have you been holding up?" Lily asked, her voice a gentle caress in the quiet.
Riley took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "It's been... weird," she admitted finally. "Ellie, Aria and Claire.. they're making me do things I never thought I would."
Lily nodded, her eyes never leaving Riley's face. "Like what?"
Riley took a deep breath, steeling herself. "They have this... website," she began, her voice low. "They're setting it up to sell... pictures of me." The words felt like acid on her tongue, but she forced them out, the admission a small act of rebellion against her tormentors.
Lily's eyes widened, and she stopped in her tracks, spinning around to face Riley. "What? Like, naked pictures?"
Riley nodded, her cheeks flushing with a mix of shame and arousal. She hadn't expected to feel this way, but as the words spilled from her lips, she felt a strange thrill deep in her belly. It was as if by speaking her fears aloud, she was somehow taking back a bit of the power that had been stolen from her.
"They already have some," she murmured, her eyes on the floor. "And... I don't know, it's like... part of me is so embarrassed, but another part..." She trailed off, her voice fading into the echo of their footsteps.
Lily's eyes searched hers, curiosity and concern mingling in her gaze. "Another part of you is what?" she prompted gently.
Riley took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Turned on," she whispered, feeling the heat of her confession spread across her cheeks. "It's messed up, I know. But every time they make me do something new, every time I think it's going to be the most humiliating thing ever... I can't help but get... excited."
Lily's expression shifted, the concern morphing into something else—understanding, maybe even a hint of excitement. "You know, I get it," she said, her voice soft. "It's like the thrill of doing something you shouldn't. Last week, they had me show my pussy to this totally awkward freshman guy. He was friendly but obviously had never seen a real one before. I’m pretty sure he came in his pants when I finally let him take a good look."
Riley's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but let out a little laugh, despite the situation. It felt strange to find a sense of kinship in this shared degradation, but there was something comforting about it. "It's just so weird, isn't it?" she said. "How they can make us feel so... powerless, but also so... alive?"
Lily nodded, her own smile a little sad. "It's a twisted kind of power, but I guess that's what makes it so intoxicating." She took Riley's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But you're not alone, okay?"
They continued walking, the sound of their sneakers against the floor growing louder as they approached the gym. The lights grew brighter, the sound of distant clanking weights and the rhythmic thump of sneakers hitting treadmills grew clearer. The gym was a place of refuge for them now, a place where they could be themselves, even if it was only for a short while.
As they entered the gym, the smell of sweat and cleaning products hit Riley's nose, a welcome change from the tension of the dorm. She felt a small measure of comfort in the familiarity of the gym's sights and sounds—the grunts of exertion, the whir of spinning bikes, the steady beat of music playing through the speakers.
They made their way to the treadmills, side by side, the rhythmic thump of their sneakers a silent companion to their conversation. Lily set her speed and began to run, her ponytail bouncing with each step. Riley followed suit, her legs protesting slightly after the day's earlier exertions.
As they jogged, the tension between them began to dissipate, replaced by a tentative camaraderie. They talked about classes, movies they'd seen, and the latest gossip, their words a balm to the wounds inflicted by Ellie and Aria. Riley felt a strange comfort in the steady beat of Lily's footsteps beside her, her presence a buffer against the chaos of her thoughts.
Sweat beaded on their foreheads and their breaths grew heavy as the minutes ticked by. The gym, once bustling with students, began to empty as the evening wore on. The clanging of weights grew quieter, the squeaks of sneakers less frequent. The hum of the machines and the occasional grunt of effort were the only sounds that filled the space.
Lily slowed her pace, leaning over to grab a towel to wipe her brow. "Hey," she panted, her voice a little breathless, "are they still making you send those... you know, masturbation videos?"
Riley nodded, her heart racing at the mention of the videos. She had been so lost in the comfort of their conversation that she had almost forgotten the looming deadline. Panic began to bubble in her chest as she checked the time on the treadmill display. "Shit," she murmured, her eyes widening in realization. "I've only sent two today. They're expecting three."
Lily looked at her sympathetically. "Look, why don't we go to the locker room?" she suggested. "It's probably empty this time of night. I can help you with the last one, get it over with."
Riley hesitated, the idea both terrifying and strangely tempting. The thought of doing it in such a public place was mortifying, but the comfort of Lily's presence made the task seem less daunting. "Okay," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the whir of the treadmills.
They made their way to the locker room, walking with purpose. The locker room was indeed empty, the only sound the faint echo of their footsteps and the distant hum of the ventilation system. The rows of lockers stood tall and cold, the metal surfaces gleaming under the fluorescent lights.
Riley began to undress. Her sweat-dampened T-shirt peeled away from her body, revealing her damp bra and the faint outline of her nipples. She unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall free, feeling the cool air kiss her sensitive skin. Her shorts and underwear followed, the fabric whispering against her thighs as they slid down her legs, pooling at her feet.
The situation was undeniably awkward, with her shoes still on as she stepped out of her pants. She balanced precariously for a moment, trying to decide if she should kick them off or somehow manage to step out without losing her balance. Finally, with a quiet curse, Riley bent down and began to untangle her panties from her ankles. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, but Lily's calm demeanor helped to steady her nerves.
As Riley straightened up, she couldn't help but feel exposed, her bare skin prickling under the fluorescent lights. Her breasts bobbed slightly with each breath she took, and she was acutely aware of her nipples standing at attention. The cool air of the locker room kissed her skin, leaving her feeling both vulnerable and oddly aroused.
She handed her phone over to Lily, the device feeling heavy with the weight of her secret. Lily took it with a nod, her eyes never leaving Riley's face. The locker room was cold and sterile, the smell of disinfectant mingling with the faint scent of sweat and the metallic tang of the lockers. The harsh lighting cast shadows that danced across their naked skin as they moved, adding an eerie quality to the scene that was both unsettling and oddly erotic.
Riley sat on the bench, the wood cool against her bare bottom. Her legs spread slightly, the heat of her pussy palpable even in the chilly air. She watched as Lily opened the camera app, her heart racing in her chest. She felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as Lily turned the phone to face her, the camera's eye a cold, unblinking witness to her humiliation.
With a deep breath, she pulled her legs up onto the bench, her knees drawn towards her chest. She parted her thighs, exposing herself fully. Her pussy was slick with arousal, the folds glistening under the unforgiving light. Lily's gaze was fixed on the screen, her thumbs poised to record. Riley felt the heat of a blush spreading from her chest to her neck, but she forced herself to maintain eye contact with the camera.
"Ready?" Lily's voice was steady, almost clinical.
Riley took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes never leaving Lily's. The locker room was silent except for the sound of their breaths, the anticipation thick in the air.
Her hand trembled slightly as she reached down to her pussy, her fingers slipping through the wetness that had gathered between her folds. The coolness of her fingertips contrasted with the heat of her skin, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. She spread her lips open, exposing the tender pinkness within to the unforgiving light. Even she was surprised by how wet she was, the evidence of her arousal slick and shiny.
Her gaze met Lily's, seeking reassurance, but finding something else—desire. It was strange to see it in her friend's eyes, a reflection of the feelings she had been fighting all day. But there it was, raw and unmistakable. It was as if the line between friendship and something more had been blurred, and she didn't know how to draw it back.
With trembling fingers, Riley began to rub the outside of her tight opening. Her skin was so smooth, so unblemished, like freshly picked fruit waiting to be tasted. The pinkness of her folds was a stark contrast to the paleness of her thighs, and she couldn't help but admire the way they shimmered with her excitement. The little slit looked so innocent, so small and unassuming, yet it had become the center of so much attention and power.
As her hand grew wetter, the sound grew louder—each stroke echoing through the empty locker room like a declaration of her submission. She felt the slickness spread up her fingers as she worked herself closer to her clit, her breath hitching in her chest. It was strange, doing this in front of Lily, but also somehow comforting. The intimacy of the moment was oddly empowering, like a secret shared in the dark that bound them together.
Her thumb finally found her clit, the sensitive nub already swollen and eager for attention. She began to rub it in slow, gentle circles, her eyes never leaving Lily's gaze. The sensation was exquisite—like a tiny flame licking at the base of her spine, growing brighter and hotter with each pass. Riley felt a rush of pleasure so intense it was almost painful, a wave of heat that crashed over her body, leaving her gasping for breath.
And then she noticed it—Lily's hand, slipping into her own shorts, her fingers moving rhythmically in time with the strokes Riley was giving herself. Lily's cheeks were flushed, her eyes hooded with desire. It was as if she couldn't help herself, drawn in by the sight of Riley's naked vulnerability. The realization sent a fresh jolt of electricity through Riley's body. She felt a strange mix of shock and excitement—she wasn't alone in her arousal.
Riley's hand picked up speed, her thumb flicking faster and faster against her clit. Her breaths grew shallow, her chest heaving with each gasp. Lily's eyes were locked on her, her own hand moving faster now, her breathing ragged. The sound of their muffled moans filled the locker room, a symphony of need and desire that seemed to echo off the cold, metal lockers.
The tension inside Riley was like a coil, winding tighter and tighter with each stroke. She felt her orgasm building, a storm brewing deep in her belly. Her muscles clenched, her toes curled, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. The pressure grew, a delicious ache that spread through her body like warm honey. It was like standing on the edge of a cliff, the wind in her hair, the world dropping away beneath her.
But she knew she couldn't let go. Not yet. Ellie and Aria had made it clear—no orgasms without their permission. And she had to obey. With a tremendous act of will, Riley slowed her hand, her fingers slipping away from her clit. The sensation was like tearing off a Band-Aid, leaving her skin raw and begging for more. She took a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm the tempest raging within her.
It was only when she looked up and met Lily's gaze again that she realized the recording had stopped. Lily had pulled her hand out of her pants, the phone hanging loosely by her side. She was staring at Riley, her eyes dark with a hunger that matched Riley's own. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension.
"Lily, can you grab me a towel?" Riley's voice was a hoarse whisper, her cheeks flushed and her chest heaving.
Lily nodded, snapping out of her trance, and turned away to grab a towel from the neatly folded pile on the shelf. She tried to ignore the ache between her own legs as she handed it to Riley, the fabric brushing against her fingertips like the softest caress. The moment was charged with a tension that neither of them quite knew how to navigate, their eyes avoiding the evidence of their shared arousal.
Riley took the towel, her hand shaking slightly as she began to wipe away the slickness from her pussy. The material was rough against her sensitive skin, sending shivers through her body. She could feel the wetness that had trickled down her thighs and into her butt crack, and she blushed even deeper as she realized Lily must have noticed too. She took a deep, shaky breath and tried to ignore the ache that still pulsed between her legs.
The air grew thick with a new kind of tension as Riley dabbed at the sweat and stickiness in her butt crack with the towel. She felt Lily's eyes on her, and the silence stretched like a tightrope between them. Suddenly, Lily's voice cut through the silence. "Riley, I...I think I like girls." The words hung there, suspended in the air, as if waiting for Riley's reaction.
Riley's eyes met Lily's in the mirror, her hand pausing mid-motion. She saw the uncertainty, the fear, and the hope in Lily's gaze. Without thinking, she set the towel aside and stood up, walking over to her friend. She wrapped her arms around Lily's waist, pulling her into a warm embrace. The contact was surprisingly comforting—the softness of Lily's skin, the rapid beat of her heart against Riley's chest.
For a moment, they just stood there, the locker room spinning around them as the world outside grew fuzzy and distant. Riley's nakedness felt almost natural, like a second skin that she had grown accustomed to. Her breasts pressed against Lily's shirt, her nipples pebbling with the cold air. Lily's arms tentatively wrapped around her, and she felt the warmth of Lily's palms against her bare back, the fabric of her T-shirt soft and reassuring.
They held each other, the sound of their mingled breaths echoing in the small space. The admission hung in the air, a new truth that had been laid bare. It was like a secret they had been dancing around, tiptoeing around the edge of a cliff, and now they had finally looked down and seen the chasm below.
Riley's mind raced as she felt the softness of Lily's body against hers. She had always thought of herself as straight, but the way her heart fluttered in Lily's presence, the way her body had responded under her touch—it was undeniable. The line between friendship and desire had blurred, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to draw it back.
Finally, the hug ended, and Lily pulled away, her eyes searching Riley's face for a reaction. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Riley offered a soft smile, her eyes warm and understanding. "You're not alone, Lily," she said, her voice gentle. "We're in this together." She reached for her discarded clothes, feeling the warmth of Lily's confession seep into her soul.
As she dressed, pulling her underwear and shorts back into place, she felt a strange sense of relief. It was as if a weight had been lifted from her, the burden of her own desires no longer a solitary secret. She watched Lily in the mirror, her friend's eyes still fixed on her, a mix of hope and fear playing across her features. Riley took her time, savoring the feeling of the fabric against her skin, the normalcy of the action a stark contrast to the tumult of emotions within.
Finally, dressed and ready to face the world again, she took her phone from Lily. The video was saved in her camera roll, a testament to the intimate moment they had just shared. Her thumb hovered over the send button, the implications of what she was about to do weighing heavily on her. But she knew she had no choice—the power dynamics had been laid out for her, and she had to play by their rules.
With a deep breath, Riley sent the video to Aria, Ellie, and Claire. The message bubble popped up almost immediately, confirming the delivery. She couldn't help but feel a sense of dread and excitement as she watched it disappear into the ether, the digital evidence of her submission.
Lily looked at her with a small, sad smile. "I'm gonna take a quick shower," she murmured, her voice barely audible above the hum of the fluorescent lights. "You don't have to wait for me."
Riley hesitated, not wanting to leave her friend alone in the locker room after what they had just gone through. But Lily's insistence was firm, her eyes filled with a determination that was hard to argue with. "I'll be okay," she assured Riley. "You go ahead."
With a nod, Riley turned and began to walk back to their dorm, her legs still wobbly from the intense experience. The hallways were empty, the only sounds her footsteps echoing off the cold, hard tiles. The harsh fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across the floor, making the journey feel like a walk of shame through a deserted prison corridor. Each step took her further from the intimate moment they had shared, and she couldn't shake the feeling that something had fundamentally changed between them.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion as she tried to piece together her feelings. On the one hand, she had always been attracted to boys, the way James' eyes had lit up when he saw her, the way his hands had felt on her skin—it was all so familiar, so natural. But the way she had felt when Lily touched her, the way her body had responded to her friend's gentle caresses—it was something entirely new. It was as if she had been handed a puzzle with missing pieces, and she didn't know where to begin looking for them.
Riley walked back to the dorm, her thoughts racing. She found herself longing to turn around, to go back to the locker room and watch Lily shower. The thought of her friend's naked body, water cascading down her curves, was almost too much to bear. Her cheeks burned at the memory of their shared arousal, the way Lily's hand had snuck into her own shorts as they masturbated together. It was a confusing mess of emotions that she couldn't quite untangle—desire, fear, excitement, and a hint of something else, something she didn't dare name.
When she reached the dorm, she found it eerily empty. The door swung open with a soft groan, revealing the cold, untouched space. The silence was deafening, a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind. Without a second thought, she slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the floor in a heap. The cold air was like a slap to her senses, grounding her in reality. She walked barefoot through the room, her nakedness feeling almost natural after the day's events.
The softness of the bed called to her, the sheets a beacon of comfort in the sea of confusion. She slid between them, her body finally giving in to the exhaustion that had been building for hours. The warmth of the blanket enveloped her, a cocoon that she desperately hoped would shield her from the world outside.
But even as she closed her eyes, the images of the day played out like a movie reel in her mind—the humiliation, the arousal, the unspoken desires that had surfaced like a whale breaching the ocean's waves. She felt the weight of each moment press down on her chest, a physical reminder of her submission.
Finally, the darkness of sleep claimed her, her mind slipping into the abyss of unconsciousness. It was a welcome reprieve, a chance to escape the maelstrom of her thoughts. But even in the quietude of her dreams, the whispers of her new reality lingered.
I hope you all enjoy the new part. I’m not sure if this means I’m fully back or just popping in with a chapter, but I have missed writing and hate to see Riley stuck in limbo.
So nice to have you back, Emily, in whatever capacity that makes you happy. Here's hoping that capacity is the '"back for good" kind. ☺
And as always, what an absolutely stellar, stunning chapter! Exactly what I was hoping to see blossom between Riley and Lily. Cannot wait for (hopefully) more!
