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Angela giggled scrolling through the comment section of her friend’s tiktok. When Rachel asked her to be apart of it, Angela giggled the entire time she explained the premise. She and Rachel brainstormed ideas for her character, Kelly-Angela’s best idea proving to be everyone’s favorite.
Angela eventually sat her phone down to get back to watching the newest dateline episode. Her phone buzzed with notification after notification from tiktok and instagram, all of which she ignored. About fifteen minutes into the show, her phone lights up with a text message. She knows without checking it’s Amanda, presumably texting to comment on the show she’s undoubtedly watching as well.
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[9:57] Mandy <3: Ang.
[9:58] yeah?
[9:59] Mandy <3: That tiktok.
[9:59] oh yeah! did you like it??
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Three dots appeared for a few moments then disappeared. Angela pauses for a second, confused, but decides Amanda must have just gotten distracted by dateline. She starts to turn her attention back to the tv just as her phone dings.
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[10:03] Mandy <3: Can I come over?
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Angela stares at the screen, her heart rate picking up slightly. Why does Amanda want to come over? Sure, they’ve stayed over at each other’s places before, but that’s usually on the weekends after hanging out for hours and getting too far into the second bottle of wine. This is at 10pm on a random Thursday. And what was that with the tiktok? Does she think it’s too much?
Angela eventually takes a deep breath to steady herself. This is Amanda, her Amanda. Whatever it is, it can’t be too bad. But she won’t know what it is until Amanda is here. With that final thought, Angela texts her back.
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[10:03] Mandy <3: Can I come over?
[10:05] sure!
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She types and erases the exclamation mark more times than reasonable. Quickly following up to attempt to soothe some of her anxieties.
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[10:05] is everything ok?
[10:07] Mandy <3: Yeah, it’s all good, Angel.
I’ll be there soon.
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Angela finds her heart rate picking up pace for the second time tonight. Amanda loves her nicknames, but Angel is a rare one. Which is unfortunate since it’s by far Angela’s favorite.
Angela spends the next half hour getting ready for bed-turning the tv off and putting her dinner away. She hears a knock at her door as she finishes up drying the last dish.
Angela unlocks the door swiftly and opens it to find Amanda staring down at her. She’s in a tank top and pink plaid pj pants, her usual sleepwear when she stays over at Angela’s. But Angela has never seen her chest flushed like it is now. Angela has never seen her eyes this dark. Angela has never heard her voice this low, speaking before Angela gets the chance.
“I’ve watched it an embarrassing amount of times.”
Angela freezes for a second, her mind racing to catch up to what Amanda is doing here.
“The tiktok?” She asks, sliding to the side to let Amanda in.
“I don’t know why. I mean, it’s your collarbones? And I’m reacting like you flashed the camera.” Amanda stands in the living room looking away from Angela-her tone slightly…exasperated?
Angela starts to panic again. Is Amanda mad at her? Is she slut shaming? No, no, of course not. Then, what is this?
“Do you think it was too much?”
Amanda turns around quickly, hearing the embarrassment in Angela’s voice.
“No, god no, Angel.” Her voice lowers to almost a whisper. “I want more.”
The use of the nickname again almost makes Angela miss the implications of Amanda’s words. Almost.
Angela holds eye contact with Amanda, the room silent excepts their quick breaths.
“Mandy, I need you to be so clear with me right now. What does that mean?”
Amanda takes painfully slow steps until she’s looking down at the pretty girl who has occupied most of her thoughts for the past year.
“I’ve ignored it for months now. The way my body responds when you walk into a room. The way my breath hitches when your shirt rides up a little too far or slips down a little too low. The way I have to fight myself not to think of you late at night when my hands slip under the covers.”
Angela lets out a quiet gasp, but she doesn’t back away. Amanda takes this as encouragement and moves her hands to rest on Angela’s waist before she continues.
“But tonight, when I saw just that one short clip,” She chuckles lightly and shakes her head. “I’ve lost all of my resolve.”
With that she leans down to press her lips to Angela’s. Angela immediately moans into the kiss, her arms shooting up to wrap around Amanda’s neck.
Angela’s head swims, her senses quickly overwhelmed. She feels Amanda everywhere-hands on her waist, moving up slowly until thumbs graze her chest.
Angela pulls back suddenly and rests her forehead on Amanda’s.
“Mandy, what are we doing? I mean, what happens when we wake up tomorrow?”
“I don’t know.” Amanda says after a beat. “I wish I could give you a better answer. I’ve spent so long avoiding thinking about these feelings, I haven’t really let myself consider what it could mean to act on them. We need to talk about it, I want to talk about it. We can stop right now. Just sleep tonight, and talk in the morning?”
Angela searches her face. She’s not sure what she’s looking for, but something she finds leads her to a decision.
“We do need to talk about it, you’re right. And we can do that in the morning.” She takes a quick breath. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stop now.”
Amanda is on her immediately, barely letting her finish her sentence. Angela’s arms are back around Amanda’s neck, fingers tangled in dark hair.
Tongue meets tongue as the room fills with moans and quiet whimpers. Amanda guides them towards the couch and sits, pulling Angela to straddle her lap.
Amanda’s hands move across Angela’s back, stopping with her bra clasp in between her fingers. She pulls back to look at Angela, silently asking for permission. Angela nods and immediately feels the relief of her bra undone.
Amanda returns to Angela’s lips before moving to nip at her ear and kiss down her neck. Angela’s whimpers grow more desperate as her hips start to move. Amanda laughs at her eagerness.
“Is my girl that desperate for me?”
“Fuck.” If Angela wasn’t a mess before, she certainly is now.
“I asked a question, pretty girl.”
Angela gasps again, and Amanda is quickly growing addicted to all of the sounds she’s making.
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“I’m desperate for you.”
“mm I know, Angel.” Another desperate whimper. “Oh? So Angel is your favorite, then?”
Angela nods enthusiastically.
“Good to know.” Amanda turns her attention back to Angela’s neck-biting her skin gently before sooting with her tongue.
Angela reaches for the hem of Amanda’s tank top. Amanda raising her arms above her head.
Angela stares at Amanda taking in every inch of her skin. She prays to whatever gods might be listening that she’ll be able to remember every freckle in the morning. She’s not sure she’ll get the chance again.
“If you’re going to keep staring, it’s only fair I get to look too.” Angela laughs before crossing her arms to take off her t-shirt.
“Shit, Ang. You’re fucking incredible.” Angela thinks she should feel like hiding away, but something about Amanda makes her want to be on display for her.
Amanda runs her fingers down the length of Angela’s torso. Her fingers graze the hem of Angela’s jeans, pausing only a second before unhooking the button. Angela closes her eyes as fingers dip between her legs.
“Open your eyes, Angel. I want you to watch me.”
Angela’s moan turns to a gasp as Amanda finally touches her, running two fingers down before coming back up to circle her clit.
“Jesus christ, baby, you’re so wet.” Amanda groans. “Is this all for me?”
Angela nods.
“Words, Angel.”
“It’s all for you.”
“That’s my girl” Her fingers speed up until Angela is whining and clawing at Amanda’s shoulders.
“Manda, please. I need more, I need to feel you.”
Not one to ever disappoint her Ang, Amanda presses a finger into her, pumping a few times before adding a second.
Angela maintains eye contact as well as she can as she comes undone on Amanda’s fingers.
“Fuck—Amanda, please—don’t stop.” It comes out strained and spaced between gasps.
“That’s it, that’s my girl. You’re doing so good for me.”
The praise sends Angela over the edge, her moans drawing louder until she throws her head back and a breathy ‘Amanda’ escapes her lips. She falls forward to place her head on Amanda’s shoulder as she comes down, and whines when Amanda takes her hand away. She keeps her head down as she takes deep breaths, Amanda’s hands rubbing her back to help steady her.
After a couple minutes, Angela sits back to look at her best friend.
“That was,” Angela starts.
“Absolutely not going to be a one time thing,” Amanda finishes.
“Oh thank god.”
They break out into hearty laughs, letting themselves process this change in their friendship. They have no idea what the conversation in the morning will look like. But for now, Amanda is hopeful and Angela is immensely grateful for that damn tiktok.