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It had been an appalling thing that – with all her fashion leaning personality – Ivy hadn't one thing that could qualify as festival attire. Chastity had been so scandalized she could hear none of Ivy's protests about going to her flat and taking pickings from her wardrobe.

"Look," Chastity said gravely, "I like your pencil skirts and the two pairs of jeans you own." She sighed and dramatically placed her hand over her brow. "Two pairs of jeans. Who has only two pairs of jeans? Anyways," she straightened and returned to her grave look, "we can't go to blankets and wine with anything in your wardrobe. It's gorgeous, I'll give you that but you have nothing in there."

Ivy had taken a quiet that was more protest than chastised. She'd argued passionately about how she could whip up a breathable linen shirt and pair it with her favourite pair of wash blue jeans but Chastity would hear none of it.

"It's a festival, love. So many foreigners and all those bands? Let's not even get to the fact that we are going to a sugar daddy haven."

Ivy crossed her hands over her chest. "What if I want a mummy?"

"Of course you can have a mummy. Point is, we are supposed to look like those Coachella people. Let's look like we are going to a festival and not some wine tasting event, okay?"

They had been thoroughly quiet on the way to Chastity's flat.

After paying the Uber driver and watching him go, Chastity felt the tendrils of awkward come back with a vengeance. It had been different interacting with Ivy in front of other people. In environments devoid of the fucking incident. The photocopy room was probably the only other place that had hatched up that precious guilty feeling. And maybe, just maybe, Ivy had felt it too but her friend had been so busy looking everywhere else but at her at that moment. 

"Let's go! Let's go!" Chastity said in chipper as she pulled a reluctant Ivy after her. She ignored the fact that even there hands danced sinfully against each other's.

After settling in, breaking open a wine bottle and downing two glasses back to back, they were in Chastity's bedroom. Half her wardrobe was flung across the floor and the half of that half was lying cosily on her bed. The remaining was being debated over.

"How do you have way more casual clothes than work clothes? All you do is work," Ivy said as she pulled another hanger, studying the short white dress that hang over it.

"I guess I just know how to make my officials work better then." Chastity took the dress away from her, discarding it on her desk. "That won't work for a picnic scenario."

Ivy groaned. "Picnic? My jeans would have been perfect then!"

After another ten minutes of not finding the perfect outfit, Ivy declared forfeit and requested KFC in compensation. Chastity hadn't wanted to stop because she was already too deep into the groove but the growling of her stomach had her relenting to a short break.

After thirty minutes of scrolling through Netflix, nothing really capturing either of their interest, their order came and Chastity suggested a riveting game of poker.

"We don't know poker," Ivy had said as she took the deck of cards from Chastity's hands. "Do we even know any card game? Why do you have real life cards?" She was shuffling the cards rather badly, dropping stray ones and cursing as she collected them. "Maybe we can play cards against humanity with these."

Chastity had never been one for eating her chips and chicken out of packets and so she'd filled plates and brought them to the table. Ivy, she noticed, had moved off of the sofa and was sitting on the carpet, close to the coffee table. She placed the food on the coffee table, careful not to have any of them at a perilous place, then looked at her friend.

"How would that happen? The point of cards against humanity is the randomness of it."

Ivy looked thoughtfully toward the ceiling. "We can come up with ridiculous scenarios, answer them then look at the number we'll pull out. The higher the number, the more likely it is to happen. The person with the highest number at the end of it wins!"

"What exactly would we win?" Chastity drank her wine.

"Whatever." Chastity gathered she had not looked convinced enough because Ivy said, "A deep secret."

Chastity shrugged, put her glass down, grabbed a couple of chips and said, "Let's do this then. I want to win."

Ivy laughed and for a moment there, her heart skipped in delight but she ignored it. It was the alcohol again.

"Let's see." Ivy tried to stretch her neck from side to side. "The world will end because we will anger aliens and then they'll bomb us." She picked a card. It was the number 9.

"It makes sense," Chastity said as she bit into a chicken. "As it stands, we've gone far enough without being killed and I don't like it. Let's see... the trees are dying because they cannot stand the sight of us anymore." She pulled a card from the deck and it was a two. "Fuck."

"I mean, you brought it on yourself."

They went on like that, tallying the numbers, clearing their food and laughing through the absurd scenarios they were coming up with. As far as Chastity could tell, Ivy had been thinking too deep into the theories of why humanity didn't deserve to live and all her arguments were superb.

After tallying the results, they both dramatically drummed over the table, pretending not to know who had obviously won. Then Ivy declared herself and Chastity gave her a stand ovation.

"I would like to that my dark thoughts," Ivy said, holding an empty wine bottle, "and the need to win."

"Luck too!" Chastity supplied.

"Luck too. Now," she sat down, eyes dark as they focused on Chastity, "what's your secret."

Usually, answering her friend was an easy thing. She never had to reach too far for one. It was the little things that made secrets in her life. But, since everything happened, it had felt as though she was hiding so many things though it could not have been more than five things. Of the five things, the gradual progression to the last one got worse and it was the kind of thing she hadn't wanted to think about.

She had banished it into the depths of her mind's darkest space but with alcohol roaming free in her system, Ivy's eyes dark and on her, she was compelled to at least share the safest one.

"I wanted to kiss you at the photocopy room."

Ivy took in a sharp breath and Chastity could tell she was struggling on maintaining eye contact with her. The feeling had been mutual only Chastity had to look at her because she didn't want to come off as embarrassed or something. One of the rules of secret sharing was not judging and she hopped Ivy was not doing it.

"Why didn't you?" she asked, her voice slightly hoarse. She cleared her throat and Chastity pretended calm.

"I didn't think you would have appreciated it with the whole we are friends thing."

"We always kiss."

She chuckled. It was deep. "Not the way I wanted to we don't."

It was fascinating, Chastity thought, the things that were coming out of her mouth. It was her mouth, that was for sure, but all the thoughts, all the confidence, all the confounding sudden horniness, surely all that belonged to someone else. And that someone else seemed to be appreciating the look Ivy was giving her because her breathing was threading onto the territory of ragged.

It was the look, she gathered, that seemed to spill her over the edge because she moved closer to Ivy, looked her dead in the eye and said, "Can I?"

It was easy to see Ivy swallow at something as she nodded. The foreign Chastity, who was very in control of everything it seemed, smiled and let her index finger draw at Ivy's arm. Her friend shuddered, eyes threatening to close but never going through with it. Chastity could feel her lips stretch into a smile as she got closer, her lips dropping a kiss onto Ivy's collarbone.

The best way to describe Ivy's movement was simply quake. A quake that had Chastity on the throws of an almost moan.

Her finger stopped tracing patterns as her hands dropped to Ivy's waist, pulling the two of them closer together. She wanted to feel Ivy's breasts against hers - squashed as much as was possible. Then she wanted to get even closer than that. She wanted to be skin to skin and if there was something even closer than that, she wanted to covet it. It was worship that she craved. A worship of Ivy's body. 

Finally moving, Ivy gently touched Chastity's right arm, hesitant about where to place it. Chastity thought it as good a time as any to speak.

"Touching me anywhere is okay." She kissed Ivy on the nape of her neck and in return, she felt Ivy's fingers tighten over her arm.

Ivy tasted supremely good. Like something that was at the tip of Chastity's tongue but she could not quiet grasp it. All she could think was heavenly and alongside the cocoa butter, praise worthy.

Chastity went on a bit higher, pulling at her ear lobe. This earned her a strangled moan from Ivy. It did things to her. Stirred things deep in her knickers. At that moment, Chastity could say anything, do anything – even fucking fly to hear that sound again. "All of me," she instructed, breathless. "Touch all of me."

This, it seemed, was the thing Ivy wanted to hear because, from careful, she switched quickly to greedy. She pushed Chastity a little ways away, gropping her small breasts with such abandon Chasitiy couldn't help the small giggle mixed with want that escaped her. Needing to be back, she went on to straddle Ivy whose eyes were dark with abandon want. She was so beautiful, this, Chastity had always known. She had just never known exactly how beautiful she was when she was all horny - at least, now while completely sober.

She gently touched her cheeks, bringing her face closer to hers. Ivy's right hand slid away from its designated boob and went straight to her ass, grabbing as much flesh of it as was possible slapping and earning a yelp from Chastity. Another giggle. Even wetter knickers.

"I wanted to push you against the door and devour you... fuck." Ivy's hand was now full of her thigh, moving her back and forth.

"You could have," Ivy said, voice dripping lust.

"I wouldn't have stopped at just the one kiss," she said as she dropped a kiss on the side of her mouth, savouring as much of Ivy as she could, enjoying her slowly before dropping a kiss on her mouth.

It was ridiculous how thoughts became none existent as she kissed her. The way they kissed like two people who were finally enjoying what could only be assumed to be life; their moans dissapearing into each other's mouths as she rode Ivy's thigh. Her lips were warm and she tasted of wine and spicy chicken. Their ravenous kissing invaded her like a disease that wanted to engulf her whole self. It wasn't enough, it simply wasn't enough to just be lost in the kiss. She wanted more. She craved more.

It could have been argued that she was slightly inebriated but it was not the kind where she could forget anything. Her faculties were about her – she'd just needed the extra special nudge to cross over to the desperately horny side.

Ivy's tongue massaged hers and she in turn, gasped in absolute pleasure. Ivy was a terrific kisser. The kind of kisser who you would want to kiss again and again just to be lost in her – her taste and her whole entire being.

Chastity pulled away as Ivy's hand found heaven past the hem of her pyjama shorts, moving up, appreciating every inch of skin she could. It was taking everything in her to wait patiently. She wanted some sort of relief. She wanted Ivy to reach her destination quick enough for her to start.

"I wanted you to call out my name as I slid my fingers over your pussy. I was going to let you come then eat you out right after," she went on, letting Ivy kiss the nape of her neck. "Would you have let me?"

"Probably," Ivy answered then, to assert who was where at that moment, she slid her panties to the side, finding her clit expertly. Chastity couldn't help the moan that left her. "Tell me what you want." Ivy instructed almost forcefully, massaging her clit in a rythm that was surely sinful.

She wanted to kiss her but then she wasn't sure she was going to concentrate all that well. Ivy's fingers were just so good. "I want to come, Ivy."

"How?" Ivy asked as her fingers left her clit and went on straight inside her, earning another meddly of gasps and moans as she rode her hand. "If you don't say how, I'm not going to let you." Then, abruptly, Ivy stopped moving her hands and when Chastity tried to go back to the rythm they'd established, she held her down. "No. Not until you say how you want it."

It was safe to assume Chastity was completly gone. She wanted more and if more included saying as much depraved things as she could, then she was going to do it. "Open me up. Enter me. Make me pregnant if you can even." She felt Ivy bounce under her. No, pulse in a rather big way. Yes. This was indeed what she wanted. "Do it like last weekend."

This, it so happened, appeared to be the worst thing she could have said because everything came to an excruciating halt on Ivy's side. She stopped kissing her and pulled her hand away from Chastity's centre then moved her carefully away from a top of her.

"I-" Ivy got to her feet, trying to make herself look as put together as one could after a rather explicit fingering session. "I can't be your booty call, Chastity. I don't do that."

"What?" In turn, she tried to adjust herself too.

"I can't be here, having," she waved her hands between the two of them in obvious frustration, "sex with you then have you ignore me or be awkward about it after. I can't do that."

"I wouldn't—"

"Yeah?" Interjected Ivy quickly. "You wouldn't do it? What's the past week been then? With the Brent and the not texting?"

Chastity at least had the grace to look away. Ivy was right. Everything had been downright rubbish after last weekend – which she didn't even have the decency of properly remembering. What had she even been thinking?

"Exactly," Ivy said as she made for the door, grabbing angrily at her shoes.

"Where are you going?" Chastity was on her feet, staring at her best friend, not sure what was happening but just going with the chaotic flow of it all.

"Home."

"You can't. It's like eleven. Stay the night."

"I don't feel like it," she picked up her bag, chucking her phone from it and scrolling angrily until she stopped at her desired spot.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay? Just stay and we can sort everything out in the morning. We are tired."

Chastity was anything but. She was sure she was panicking slightly but she was not sure if it was obvious in her voice. She didn't want Ivy out and about the night before... it didn't seem to even matter anymore.

"Yeah. See you on Monday then."

"What about tomorrow?"

Ivy's phone pinged. "I don't want to go anymore."

Chastity had royally fucked up. "Okay," she whispered as Ivy rushed out of her flat saying her Uber was already waiting.

A right mess of things the night had resulted to.