Now

At three am, Ivy woke up with a frustrated groan. Everything about her was tingling; her fingers and toes and that sweet sweet spot most of all. She was debating whether a sex demon had been having its way with her or if she'd just straight up masturbated in her sleep because she felt the after tell-tale signs of a massive orgasm. Then she remembered and groaned, covering her face and rolling about her bed.

This was not the first time she'd had a sex dream staring her best friend but it was the first time she'd actually had something to compare it to.

It had started out innocent enough. They were in her bedroom. She had whispered something juicy into Chastity's ear. At first, only a giggle had escaped her then a suspect noise came out as though it had been stuck in her throat for far too long. Ivy could practicaly see how her breathing had hitched up. She'd always fashioned herself a lady, even in her dreams. As such, a lady could not possibly leave another in such a state of wanting. 

She had asked her what she wanted. No, she demanded to know what she wanted as it was only proper to do said things. And Chastity, that surpsrisingly dirty girl, had said she wanted to make a seat of Ivy's face. Ivy had oblidged. Laying flat and waiting to be killed in between the thighs of the woman she wanted most. It truly had been heaven when Chastity hovered about which then had forced Ivy to pull her down, to force her to half sit half hover. Fuck she'd tasted like a last meal and Ivy couldn't have lapped enough - harder. All depraved words had come from Chastity. Apparently, Ivy's dream version of her had a knack of saying dirty things whilst simultaniously praising Ivy's cunnulingus skills. 

Then Chastity screamed as she shuddered on top of Ivy, come painting her lips as she lapped even more, her hands fighting against the thighs that were fighting to be together. "Not enough," Ivy wanted to say but then she would have had to stop and that was not an option. She had to make her orgasm again without rest.

Then the dream ended right there. No manners or patience.

Thinking about it turned her on once more. It was such a frazzling feeling - especially still when real-life Chastity went on with life as though the shagging never happened. They'd spoken through the movie, giggling here and there but the fucking Brent would speak and Chastity's attention would turn to him and it would fold her heart into a tiny hurt ball. Out of nowhere the man came and then out of the same fucking nowhere, he had taken steps to set roots in Chastity's life. So much so Chastity was choosing to hang out with him after hours instead of her.

At three, she was too strung up to go back to sleep and so she decided to use the flat gym for the first time in ages. It had been difficult but focusing on the fact that she couldn't complete any full set took up brain space better than a naked Chastity calling out for her to finish.

By five, she had showered, had breakfast and had knocked in a couple of social media scrolls before she left to beat the horrendous Westlands traffic.

With the morning shift watchman, she arrived and made it to her shared office space where she found steaming tea and didn't even question where it had come from. By nine she had developed a small headache after going through so many documents. Lost in the flurry, she had barely noticed Chastity sneaking behind her and tapping her over her shoulder.

"Morning, workerholic," she'd whispered into Ivy's ear and this made her jump in flabbergast. Chastity giggled.

"What the fuck?" she tried to admonish.

"Apparently you've been talking to yourself and people are getting rightly upset so I was called to check in on you."

Ivy looked around, trying to see anyone who could have done it. No one was looking at her. Everyone was either looking at some sort of screen or was lost in papers like she'd been. "Lies," she said as she tried to get back to her documents.

Chastity pushed her way onto Ivy's desk and sat there, hands folded over her chest. Unlike Ivy who very much preferred skirts, she only ever wore trousers to work. The only occasion suitable for dresses and skirts, according to Chastity, was when easy access was promised. Not any other time. Thougts of the night came flooding back in. She had been in a skirt that time. She had warranted such an occassion as special enough for such. 

Ivy struggled with both the urge to slap her off her desk and declaring love there and then. "Don't you have work," she said instead, grabbing her papers and getting to her feet.

Chastity followed closely after, humming something tunelessly. "It's bad to miss my best friend who so happens to be my co-worker now?"

They made it to the photocopy room. Ivy wasn't sure how the photocopier worked. She didn't fancy asking Chastity, who was busy shutting the door, for help. Ivy did not like the aloneness that had taken root.

"What's your secret?"

Ivy could have easily said that she'd had a rather elaborate sex dream about her and that it had been playing and replaying in her head none stop all morning. She could also have said she hated fucking Brent and that he had no business in the firm. He was going to ruin everything – he'd already slithered into Chastity's small social group without even trying. Maybe, if she was feeling bolder than ever, she could have said she was turned on as fuck and would like some sort of relief.

She pointed to none. "We haven't hung out much and I don't like it."

"I invited you out last night and you said no." She then sat on the taller table in the room, her feet dangling maybe a centimetre from the floor. 

Ivy felt that lump in her throat. What the hell was happening to her? She shifted a bit, trying to aleviate most of the tingles. Her eyes were completely focused on the foreign thing, trying as much as she could to avoid the thighs that would be the death of her some day.

Miraculously, the photocopier started working. "I thought you were trying to tell me you wanted some Brent alone time."

Chastity's low pump grazed the floor. "If I wanted alone time with Brent, I would have outwardly told you that. We don't do code."

They hadn't done code after the disastrous double date they'd found themselves in during their third year in uni.

"Sorry. I just thought with the two of you getting so close and that's what you wanted." She knew she sounded jealous and she hated every part of it.

Chastity gave a short laugh. "Are you jealous?" Ivy reckoned answering at that moment would make everything worse so she chose not to. "Because if you are, we can change that."

Ivy's breath caught. She tried to cough but couldn't. She turned to face Chastity and half of her hoped the innuendo was going to carry through. The other half of her terrified what would happen if it did actually carry through.

Both possibilities were thrilling.

"I have managed to snag two tickets to Blankets and Wine this weekend! Just you, me and some pretentious assholes around us!" Chastity said as Ivy's heart deflated.

Maybe a smile played on her lips, she could not tell. "How'd you manage to get tickets so late?"

"Does it matter? What matters is we are going to have a girls' weekend with unlimited booze and some glorious views. Maybe we'll even get to meet new people."

"Maybe," Ivy said in a tone that was almost dejected. The photocopying stopped and she lined the papers, careful to avoid looking at Chastity lest some absurd part of her got too emotional and her eyes teared.

She needed to get her shit in order. In what world had she envisioned being with Chastity as more than? They were supposed to have sorted out the weekend's mess. They were also supposed to be meeting new people to sort out the mess even more. This, she gathered, was what happened when sex dreams mingled with reality.

"I guess we'll leave early tomorrow then – just to make sure we have our wardrobe in order and all the other stuff."

Ivy laughed. It was hollow. "I literally started last week. I can't just leave like that."

"Pah!" Chastity waved her off. "Four thirty then. No later. This is a big deal for us, you know."

"I didn't."

Chastity got off the table and opened the door, Ivy follwing closely after. All the magic Ivy had deluded herself into disappeared. Nothing was ever going to happen between them ever again and it was high time she banished the thought of them out of her head.

"We have been working too hard, we need the rest. We also need to remember we are young. You are starting to behave like an old woman."

Ivy got comfortable at her desk and turned to look at Chastity. Her brown eyes were glitter with excitement. She couldn't help but smile. "You have an office and work to get to, I assume."

Chastity groaned. "Fine. See you at lunch?"

"See you."

She left her alone and Ivy, despite her resolution, opted out of lunch to gather the strength she needed for the weekend.