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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Pretty_Little_Liars
  Relationship:
      Alison_DiLaurentis/Mona_Vanderwaal, Alison_DiLaurentis/Emily_Fields_
      (implied)
  Character:
      Alison_DiLaurentis, Mona_Vanderwaal, Emily_Fields, Lucas_Gottesman
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-11-09 Completed: 2015-12-07 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 15284
****** Unsuspectable ******
by Miss_Vanderwaal
Summary
     If the most popular girl in school gives you a friendly look or a
     warm smile, take it.
     Don't question it, don't think about the circumstances. Just enjoy
     the moment and, most importantly, don't brag.
Notes
     Hanna and Mona are always going to be my most dearest OTP (no matter
     what the show or the books say) and I very much sympathize with the
     background story that surrounds Emily and Alison, but I sometimes
     wondered if there was in fact something to the love and hate that
     Mona always seemed to have nourished for Alison. I tried to do
     justice to this abstract and intriguing idea with this fic :)
***** Chapter 1 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
   Mona thought that by the time she turned fifteen, her life would suddenly
and drastically change. For the better, of course. High school was the age of
possibilities after all, wasn’t it? She thought she would finally feel
comfortable to get out of those nerdy girl clothes, start wearing makeup and
lenzes, and undo her braids for good; feel more feminine in general. Well, it
had been two weeks since her fifteenth birthday and nothing felt different
inside her. She still walked along the hallways at school feeling insecure
about her tiny self, curled up in embarrassment, of her hair, of her skin, of
her glasses, of her stuttering voice.
   For once in her life, Mona wished she could just tell her body to relax. For
once, she wished she could breathe deeply and feel truly proud of herself.
Well, that was a pretty hard task. She constantly looked at other freshman
girls around the school and saw no resemblance at all, regarding their bodies,
mostly. The normal fifteen year old girls were desirable, observable. Mona
wasn’t.
   She often mentally said to her image in the mirror that she was way too
short and way too skinny. Her body didn’t have curves, women curves. Every time
she took her top off before showering, she got incredbly frustrated with the
size of her breasts. Those two little things attached to her chest didn’t even
deserve to be called by such name. And her fingers trembled every time she was
around someone other than her mom and Lucas Gottesman, her one and only friend
on the face of the planet. It was understandable why, though. Lucas was the
male version of Mona.
   There was only one time in each month when her remembered she was actually a
young woman, and that was each time she had her period. Mona had prayed to all
the gods that might be above her, since she was eleven, that she would start
menstruating. It had happened for the first time when she was twelve. She knew
that she was simply the weirdest girl for actually being happy about it, but
she just couldn’t help feeling like that. And now, every time it happened, she
actually felt like she was becoming a woman, no matter what those mirrors
showed.
   Of course the feeling of joy didn’t last much longer. School was always
there to make it go away. Actually, the students – except for a few of them and
Lucas – were. She was constantly bullied. Not phisically bullied, thank
heavens, but verbally and in some ways it hurt even more. And no one was able
to hit her weak spot so hard like Alison DiLaurentis.
   Alison was the most mesmerizing girl in the whole school. Everyone worshiped
her. What came out of Alison’s mouth was the law in Rosewood High and Mona was
probably bullied by the other kids only because they wanted to be just like
Alison. But they were depressing little amateurs. No offenses on Earth hurt
Mona more than Alison’s. Not because Alison was extremely evil or anything.
Well, Alison was mean and there was a difference between that and evil. Also,
she was not extreme per say, only her words and the disgusted looks she gave
Mona hurt more because Mona wanted to be noticed in a nicer way by Alison. She
wanted them to be friends. Desperately, she would say.
   One might even say “well, that’s just pure masochism, isn’t it?”. Yeah,
perhaps, because no matter how many times Alison called her a loser, Mona would
always look at the blonde with deep admiration when she walked past her in the
school hallways.
                                       –
   It was a Wenesday afternoon, lunch time at Rosewood High. Mona kept looking
insistently at a table considerably far away from the one she was sitting at.
Alison was surrounded by her friends Aria Montgomery, Emily Fields, Hanna Marin
and Spencer Hastings. Four sweet girls whose hobbies weren’t making fun of
Mona, unlike Alison, of course. The short brunette couldn’t possibly figure out
why they were all friends in the first place.
   Alison was seated beside Emily, the shyest of the group, and Mona watched as
the blonde’s right hand met Emily’s left one. Alison squeezed the taller girl’s
hand and smiled at her. It seemed as if Emily was blushing. But, like, who
wouldn’t blush at the touch of the perfectly moisturized skin of Alison
DiLaurentis? Mona felt her stomach aching with jealousy. She would kill for
Alison to hold her hand like that some day.
- Stop looking at her – Lucas demanded across from Mona, seeming frustrated
with not getting any attention.
   Mona turned to her best friend.
- I can’t – she managed to say, weakly. She felt bad, though. – I mean, just
look at her. How can she be so pretty?
- And how can you be so dumb? – Lucas shot back, stirring the food on his plate
with a fork – I can’t believe you like that bitch.
   Mona didn’t reply immediately. She didn’t regret at all telling Lucas about
her so called feelings for Alison. He hadn’t overreacted or anything in the day
she had told him, he had just sighed and given her that “you’re making the
biggest mistake of your adolescent life and I feel for you” type of look, but
in the end of the day it was nice to have someone to talk about that kind of
stuff.
- It’s just that she’s everything I’ve ever wanted to be – it was Mona’s turn
to sigh. Alison was laughing now and she looked like those models that appeared
on toothpaste commercials. The girl frankly had the most perfect smile and Mona
didn’t know anymore if she in fact wanted to be like Alison or be with her.
                                       –
   It was 3:15 sharp and Mona realized she needed to go to the bathroom before
hopping on her bike and heading home. Gladly, the girls' room at Rosewood High
was empty. It always was at that time of the afternoon. The few kids who did
extracurricular activities there were mostly just juniors and seniors.
   Mona entered the second stall, which had its door open, and dropped her
backpack onto the floor before her fingers started unclasping the belt on her
skirt. Then something made her freeze in place; a sound coming from the first
stall, at Mona’s left side. The sound of someone moaning very smoothly; a girl.
Mona frowned and instinctively clasped her belt again. It was unmistakable. It
wasn’t an “I have diarrhea” type of moan. Those were short and breathy sounds,
as if the girl was masturbating.
   For a moment, Mona didn’t know what to do, so she sat on the toilet with the
lid down. She certainly didn’t feel like peeing anymore. Then she supressed a
laugh. She had never heard someone moaning with pleasure before, she kind of
wanted to experience it. Finally, the girl let out a louder, more voiced moan –
which Mona classified as damn sexy –, and Mona’s heart sank inside her chest.
It was Alison.
- Oh, my God! – the brunette muttered under her breath.What are the odds?
   She gulped as the soft moans continued. Her legs were already trembling. She
had to find a way to take a peek.
   Without thinking too much, Mona climbed on the toilet and used both of her
hands to steady herself. Luckly, the walls that delimited the cubicles weren’t
too high but she had to stand on her toes to get a full view of Alison touching
herself. Mona’s throat went dry, she couldn’t believe it. The blonde was facing
her, although she had her eyes closed, and was seated on the toilet with the
lid down as well. Her back was uncomfortably leaned against the opposite wall.
She was fully dressed, only her light blue jeans were unclasped, and her whole
right hand was buried in them.
   Mona needed a minute, it was all too much, so she climbed off the toilet and
sat herself on it again. She was wet already. She didn’t even remember being
wet for someone, ever. She needed to do something about it, though, or she
would end up dying of tachycardia. She thought about touching herself right
then and there, it would be incredibly sexy, wouldn’t it? But it would be
impossible keeping totally quiet. Maybe Alison would hear it and… and what?
Come to find Mona so they could start eating each other out like in a porn
movie? Please. It was Alison DiLaurentis that was being considered.
   Mona sighed, deciding that easing herself up there wasn’t the brighttest
idea. But there was something she could do. It was certainly a wicked idea but
it could be understood as an investiment, for later. She stood up and took her
phone from her backpack, climbing back on the toilet after doing it. But then
she almost dropped it. Her throat went even dryer. Alison had slid her jeans
and panties down to the floor and now her back was more straight against the
wall. Mona didn’t know exactly how she was being able to steady herself in that
position. The point was that Alison had arched both of her legs and propped her
heels onto the edge of the toilet, and now Mona had the privileged view of the
girl’s perfectly waxed pussy.
   The camera app was already turned on and the blonde was still with her eyes
closed, which Mona considered being a true blessing of God. The brunette could
see everyone of Alison’s moves, she was furiously rubbing her clit, and just
when Mona thought it couldn’t get anymore perfect, Alison fit her middle finger
into herself and pursed her lips, shutting her eyes more firmly.
   Mona was actually salivating. Sixteen seconds. Alison had always seemed so
mature, even in middle school; for sure everyone in that school thought she
wasn’t a virgin anymore, including Mona. But now, the blonde seemed so young,
so sweet, so vulnerable. Mona could tell by her features and moves that she was
desperate to get off, as if the memory of the person she was thinking of was
now hunting her instead of only pleasing her and she wanted to just get rid of
it.
- Come on… - Alison muttered almost inaudibly. Twenty-three seconds. She hadn’t
opened her eyes, not even once. – God, please, come on.
   Mona closed her own eyes for a short moment. That’s it, she thought, That
voice, that’s what’s gonna kill me. Twenty-eight seconds. Alison bucked against
her own hand and then her whole body spasmed. She didn’t make any sound, just
breathed out heavily, and Mona knew she was coming.
   The brunette hit the stop button on the screen of her phone, fingers
trembling, and climbed off the toilet once more. With her back glued to the
wall, she closed her eyes again and just concentrated on her own wetness. That
was a grown up feeling. It was new and it was priceless. It was making her feel
like a woman, even more than she felt every time she had her period. She had to
save it for when she got home. Her mother was at work and she would have the
house all to herself and planty of time. So she waited for Alison to get
dressed and leave the bathroom. Mona just got out of her hidding place when she
was sure it was safe.
   When she finally got to her room and locked the door, it felt like heaven
already. She got rid of her skirt and panties and laid on her bed, both legs
arched. She instinctively closed her eyes and gasped out of anticipation and
relief when she reached her still soaking wet slit.
   Mona wasn’t sure of what to do. It was the first time she was ever
masturbating. She wasn’t nervous, though. She reached for her phone with her
left hand and hit play on the video she had recorded of Alison, biting hard on
her bottom lip when the image of the blonde popped on the small screen. She
still couldn’t believe what she had done or what was in her hands at the
moment. It was an Alison that no one would ever see. An Alison that was just
hers. Mona was so proud of herself because of that wicked idea!
   She tried to copy Alison’s first moves using two fingers to rub her own
clit. It started working immediately and Mona focused on the blonde’s features;
the wrinkle that was on the center of her forehead, the way the air was
escaping from her slightly perted lips, it was all beyond sexy. It was human. A
human Alison, a beautiful Alison, and an Alison that Mona would never see
again.
   Mona’s body spasmed along with Alison’s on the screen and the brunette was
coming with a whiny moan before the video was over.
                                       –
   Mona woke up later that night from her very first wet dream. She had dreamed
about Alison’s soft voice. Come on… God, please, come on. She would kill to
know who was the lucky one that Alison had been thinking of while she was
touching herself. Mona knew that the blonde let every boy in that school with a
boner but, somehow, she also knew that none of the brainless boys of Rosewood
High deserved to be in Alison’s naughty thoughts.
   The brunette had her possible answer the next morning, between second and
third periods. Alison walked past her, as always, and went over to Emily, who
was facing her locker. The blonde cheerfully said hi to the taller girl and
gave her a long kiss on the cheek, later on grabbing her hand so they could
walk each other to their next classes.
   Something felt weird in Mona’s stomach. It wasn’t jealousy this time. It was
something more like… empathy? Yes. Mona didn’t know why, but she felt good
after seeing Ali being nice to someone. It was almost as if she was proud of
the girl, almost as if she felt entitled to be proud of her, as if Mona knew
Alison deeply.
   Well, after last night Mona couldn’t exactly blame herself for thinking such
thing. Alison had, indirectly, helped her on the easing up task twice the day
before and thanks to it, now Mona felt kind of confident, maybe more confident
than she had ever felt in her whole life.
   When school was done for the day, Mona came back to the empty bathroom and
spent a long while looking at her reflection in the large mirror; she undid her
usual braids and combed her long and black straight hair to perfection. She
felt pretty inside her pink and delicate flannel blouse. She took the
Maybelline beige lipkstick she had stollen from her mother’s purse earlier that
morning and applied some slowly on her bottom lip first, then she pursed them
together. It smelled good, like fresh mornings, just like that one had been.
  I have nice lips, Mona thought after taking off her thin glasses and putting
them back into the case – she didn’t see much worse without them anyway.Then
she sat on the long wodden bench near the sinks. She pulled her phone from the
side pocket of her backpack and her thumb hoovered over the thumbnail of the
video she had recorded of Alison, the thing that started making her feel so in
place all of a sudden.
   She hit play on it for the third time, but just kept staring at the image of
the blonde, her mind in total silence, the rest of her body motionless. She ran
her thumb along Alison’s body on the screen and waited for the thirty seconds
to be over. Once they were, Mona got up and started heading to the door, but
someone bumped into her, making her phone fall to the floor screen up.
- Hey, watch it! – Alison’s harsh voice shouted. Mona froze. What are the odds?
– What are you looking at, Vanderwaal? Move!
   Mona didn’t move, just grabbed the straps of her backpack firmly. All that
confidence seemed to have vanished. Alison snorted and crouched down to pick up
the other girl’s phone, but then she froze as well, with the gadget yet in
hand. Mona had forgotten to push the lock button, and her heart sank inside her
chest again, but this time with pure fear.
   Alison’s face paled completely.
- Where did you get this? – her fingers trembled around the brunette’s phone.
Her voice was low now. Mona parted her lips to answer but no words came out of
her mouth. – Answer me, damn it, who sent this to you?
   Mona just stared at her shoes, feeling incapable of speaking up and wishing
she could disappear.
- Have I not made myself clear? – Alison grabbed Mona’s right wrist roughly,
speaking through gritted teeth – Who was the fucker that sent this to you?
   Alison’s skin smelled like vanilla and Mona wished she could just stand
there and inhale the numbing scent.
- No one sent it to me – Mona began in a faltering voice. – I was in the
bathroom yesterday and I… I heard what you were doing.
   Alison let go of Mona’s wrist and stepped back a little, seeming confused
and a tiny bit nauseous.
- Did anyone else see it? – her voice was still low.
- No.
   Neither of them said a thing for the next couple of seconds.
- You were gonna leak this, weren’t you?
   Mona looked into the blonde’s eyes for the first time.
- What?
- Don’t you play dumb with me – Alison shot back, rage filling her sky blue
eyes again. – I know you hate my guts and I could not care less. But it would
simply be the end of me if something like this got out there.
- I wasn’t trying to… - Mona began again, weakly. She'd heard of revenge porn
but that was way out of line. The possibility of doing something so low didn’t
even cross her mind, not even for a split second.
- Well, you know what? – the girl interrupted, throwing Mona’s phone back to
her – Have fun thinking of something else to try and take me down. I’m not
moving until you delete this crap.
   Mona arched a brow to herself, feeling a bit of that confidence from before
rushing back into her. Maybe she was too much of a soft hearted to destroy
Alison's queen bee reputation with just a few clicks, but she could play
retaliation for a while.
- I may have been naïve before, but you just gave me the idea, so thanks – she
gave Alison the best ironic smile she could curve her lips into. – I’m not
saving your ass for free. You will have to do something for me, too.
   Alison folded her arms and showed the brunette that she was way better than
her regarding ironic smiles.
- Excuse me?
- Yes – Mona didn’t give in. – I want you to leave me alone. As in, stop
picking on me. For good. Or else every horny lacrosse player in this school
might receive an anonymous email containing this little obscenity here. My
friend Lucas knows the basics on how to hack and he’s teaching me a thing or
two. I very much doubt that you know him by his first name, though, since all
through middle school his name was Hermie to you. Anyway, you'll soon be a
child porn star and your pretty little friends will not look up to you anymore.
   For a second, Alison looked impressed, practically frightened, but then she
took a step towards Mona.
- This whole rebellion thing is cute, but I am not bargaining with you,
Vanderwaal. I’m telling you what to do. You will delete this or I’ll make sure
your life turns into a living hell.
   For some reason, the blonde didn’t seem so threatening now. She spoke
firmly, yet calmly. But, if she in fact wanted the video to be deleted so
desperately, why didn’t she just do it herself already? Taking the small cell
phone away from Mona’s tiny hands would be a piece of cake for her.
   Thinking about that and about a few other questions regarding the blonde’s
acts, Mona smiled to herself.
- I see it now.
- What do you see? – Alison shot back irritably, as if she was ready to call
Mona a freak.
- You must live a hell.
   The blonde’s eyebrows were almost knit together in confusion now.
- What is your fucking point?
- My point is that this is why you’re such a bitch all the time – Mona quickly
eyed her phone. – You like someone, don’t you? And for some reason this person
is not with you and you have all these feelings inside you that aren’t
reciprocated.
   Alison looked down and laughed slightly, as if she was trying to contain her
rage.
- You are so crossing the line, Vanderwaal.
- No, it makes perfect sense! – Mona smiled as if she was for the first time
putting two and two together – I mean, this is why most people masturbate,
right? To ease up the burden. The burden of wanting who doesn’t want you. It
does hurt, doesn’t it? I know. And it must hurt even more knowing that, whoever
this person is, they’re too good for Alison DiLaurentis.
   Mona savored the venom taste those words had. It seemed to finally hit Ali.
- I’m tired of your fucking ramble – she said, grabbing Mona’s wrist once again
and putting the girl’s arm behind her back this time, causing her to drop her
phone. The weight of Alison’s tears was already in her voice. – You don’t know
me.
- I do know you – Mona was so involved in trying to find Alison’s weak spot
that she didn’t even feel the girl’s hand roughly around her wrist. – And when
I said that this person must be too good for you, I meant it. They must disgust
your way of being, the way you treat people. And you’re a coward. You’re a
fucking coward because you’re not willing to change for them, are you? You’re
just expecting they’ll come around and take you just the way you are now. Well,
guess what, queen bee? They won’t.
- Don’t push me, Vanderwaal – was the only thing Alison muttered in response,
through gritted teeth, applying more force to her grip on Mona’s wrist, which
finally made the brunette wince a little.
- You wanna hit me? Do it.
- Don’t push me! – Alison yelled.
- Hit me! – Mona shot back in the same voice tone. Her stomach was actually
aching with anticipation. She could feel it coming, Alison’s palm clashing
against her face and she just wanted to get it over with. – It will only prove
that I’m right and that this person doesn’t deserve you.
   Mona thought she had gotten what she wanted when Alison let go of her wrist
for the second time but, instead of walking away or slapping the girl in front
of her, the blonde cupped her neck with both hands and made their lips
forcefully colide. Mona’s breath got caught up in her throat and she could’ve
sworn her heart stopped for a couple of seconds. She backed away from Alison
violenly, before letting herself close her eyes.
   The expression that Mona came to find on Alison’s face frightened her as
nothing had ever done before. The blonde’s eyes were flooded with tears, which
was making them seem even more blue. Her vulnerability was evident and it was
like someone completely unknown to Mona was standing right in front of her, as
in a serious case of split personality.
   Alison tried to reach for Mona’s lips once again but the brunette stopped
her without saying a word. She was still overwhelmed by it all, in an agonizing
way. Who was that girl?
- Please, don’t run. – Alison whispered as Mona stepped further away, and the
shorter girl felt her heart clenching. That voice was so soft and… human, just
like the one Mona had heard coming from Alison the day before.
   Mona just stood there, then, in disbelief, trying to figure out what was
wrong with that girl and using the sink counter as a support so she wouldn’t
fall down. She felt her own lips trembling and an urge to cry as well. If that
whole thing was just a catch, it was way past mean now. It was evil.
- Come on, don’t look at me like I’m a ghost – Alison got a little closer.
- Why? – the warm tears were bluring Mona’s vision.
- I needed you to listen to me. – Alison reached for Mona’s fingers with her
own – And I see the way you look at me. I know you like me, in spite of all the
circumstances.
- Who in this damn school is not enchanted by you? – Mona let her fingers relax
on Alison’s for a second. It felt really good. – You put a spell on literally
everyone.
   Alison looked down and showed her perfectly white upper teeth in a sweet
smile, and Mona could feel the heat that emanated from it. She could also feel
her heart melting slowly. She didn’t even remember anymore why she started
fighting with the blonde moments earlier. Her phone, that laid on the floor
still, was long forgotten as well.
- That’s not the point, though. – Mona softened her voice and finally moved her
fingers away from Alison’s – The point is why are you like this? So rude to
some people and so nice to other? Sometimes I feel like you’re not even real,
like you’re a… ghost. I’m with that feeling right now.
   Alison took long to respond. It actually seemed as if the person in front of
Mona was in fact Alison's good twin, however, the shorter girl gave herself
permission to appreciate the moment for as long as it was there, because she
knew it would never repeat itself.
- It’s complicated. So that I don’t have an answer to that right now. The only
thing I can reply you with is… you were right. – the blonde looked up at Mona,
and her eyes started getting watery once more – Everything you said was so
accurate. It was like you were reading my mind. She will never accept me for
who I am.
- Emily?
   Alison smiled again, as if she didn’t mind at all answering that particular
question.
- Yes.
   Mona breathed out slowly. She was willing to help the blonde, in fact, she
felt like she should, more than anything.
- Can I just say? I think that this girl that you’re afraid Emily is not going
to accept is not who you really are. This is who you really are, right here. –
Mona stroked Alison’s hair – The real you is an amazing girl and she’s caged,
I’ve always known that, I don’t know why. You should let her out.
   Alison seemed genuinely speechless.
- I don’t think I know how to let her out.
- It’s gonna take some time – Mona nodded –, but you will learn how to.
- Yeah, but in the meantime, like you said, I have all these feelings that I
can’t show the world and it’s frustrating.
- Why do you think you can’t show them to the world? – Mona sounded incredibly
pacient, as if she was Alison’s personal shrink.
- Did I ever mention that I find you really strong? – the taller girl shook her
head and smiled to herself – Yeah, of course not. But I do. Emily is too, very
much. You guys don’t put a face every time you go out. I do. I’m just like my
mother. I live under appearences. I just… can’t do it. Not right now.
   Alison lowered her head and the golden locks of her hair hid her face for a
brief moment. Mona’s blood turned icy inside her veins; for a second she
thought the girl meant “I can’t do this with you and I have to go”. Just when
she relaxed, seeing that Alison wasn’t going anywhere, was when she truly
realized how much she didn’t want Alison to go.
- It’s okay. – Mona lifted Alison’s face up to her – I won’t force you to talk
about that anymore.
   The blonde smiled again and took half a step towards Mona, resting her left
palm on the right side of the shorter girl’s waist, whose breathing became
ragged all of a sudden. It was as if waves of pure electricity were traveling
up and down the brunette’s spine. So warm…!
- You and Emily are so much alike, you know? – Alison’s eyes were pinned on
Mona’s. There was a glimpse of nostalgia in them. The girl seemed to be
thinking about her sweetheart. – She sees good in everybody and she believes
everything will be okay in the end, no matter what, as if life was a fairy
tale. You do too, right? Otherwise you wouldn’t still be here. You’re both just
so sweet. I’ve told Emily many times that I’m proud of the way she is, that I
don’t want her to change, not for her family, not for me, or for her swimming
coach. For anyone. And now I’m telling you this. And I mean it. Don’t ever
change, Mona. In the end of the day is people like you that the majority of the
population wants to find waiting for them at home after a tough day at work. I
know I made you believe that that's not the true about three thousand times. I
just… I’m sorry. I know that this is far from being enough but…
- It is enough. – Mona cut her off, sliding the back of four fingers along
Alison’s left cheek. Her vision was starting to get blurry because of the tears
again. She didn’t want to bother thinking about the past, if she did, it would
still hurt, but the brunette thought it was actually worth it going through all
that just to hear that simple apology. – God, it is way more than I could ever
expect from you. But we don’t have to talk about that either. I’m just glad
you’re here now, showing me this other side of you, even if it’s a once in a
lifetime type of thing, I don’t care.
   Alison’s lips slowly approached Mona’s neck and the blonde’s breath tickled
the other girl’s earlobe. Mona closed her eyes and inhaled the vanilla scent,
the most sweet fragrancy she had ever smelled.
- I can show you way more if you want me to.
   Mona didn’t bother thinking about the circumstances either. At the moment,
she didn’t care if it was the most improbable thing that had ever happened to
her or would ever happen to her. She was almost in a literal trance. She was
only able to slide Alison’s purse to the floor and enlace her shoulders. The
taller girl did the same with Mona’s backpack and they fell into a steamy
embrace. Alison’s hands ran slowly across Mona’s back.
- Is that a yes? – she asked in a more pretencious voice tone.
- As if someone could say no to Ali D. – Mona muttered, breathing heavily now.
   Alison smiled behind the other girl and then started to trail chaste pecks
along her neck. Mona immediately let out a soft moan and held the blonde’s
waist with two hands.
- I think we should go to a safer space – Alison backed away from Mona a little
and pointed to the line of cubicles in front of them. Mona nodded and let
herself be guided by the blonde.
   Once they locked themselves up and let their belongings outside the door,
Alison willingly glued her back to the narrow wall, the vanilla scent of her
skin filling the air around the small area. Mona ran her fingers along the
blonde’s perfectly flat stomach, under her blouse.
- May I? – she gazed to the bottom of the delicate piece of clothing.
   Alison seemed amused by how naïve the girl looked.
- Yes, you may – she lifted her arms so Mona could take her top off. A white
lacy bra was revealed. Mona bit her lip, noticing she was starting to salivate
again.
- You’re so pretty – she desperately felt like kissing the blonde’s belly
button, so that she didn’t even care about how silly the compliment must have
sounded.
   Alison ran an index finger along Mona’s jawline and laughed. She didn’t seem
nervous at all, as if taking her clothes off in front of the girl, that was
practically a stranger to her, wasn’t really a big deal.
- You’re pretty.
   Mona broke eye contact for a second. Alison’s blue eyes were pinned on her
darker ones now and the blonde’s words sounded casually truthful, and they did
something to the area in between Mona’s legs. No one had ever called her pretty
except for her mom, Lucas, indirectly, and some teachers.
- Can I ask you a silly question?
   Alison nodded, a sweet smile was still curving her lips.
- Do you think I’m a lesbian?
   The girl backed away from the wall a little, still seeming to find it all
too cute.
- Well, let’s put it to the test, shall we? – she unclasped her own bra and
tossed it to the floor in a quick motion, as if she was doing the most natural
thing – Do you like what you see?
   Mona’s eyes widened a bit and she licked her lips. Alison’s breasts were
just the way Mona thought they would be, perfect; full for her age and her tiny
beige nipples seemed naturally stiff.
- Yes, very much – Mona replied, almost voiceless.
   Alison gave the shorter girl a catlike smile.
- Do you feel like touching them?
   Mona stepped closer to the blonde. Her heart was pounding hard against her
chest and she could feel her pulsing clit craving for contact at every breath
she took.
- I feel like doing this – she reached for Alison’s left nipple and started
leaving soft pecks at the spot.
- Great choice – Alison’s fingers stroked Mona’s hair slowly and the brunette
raised her gaze to her.
- Am I doing it right?
- Yeah, just… – Alison tried to keep Mona’s head in place – lick it. Don’t be
ashamed, just let me feel your tongue.
  I’m not ashamed, she wanted to say. Instead, she just did what Alison told
her to, and at every time that her tongue slid over the skin of the girl’s
breast, Mona felt more and more comfortable with the idea of it all. Her
appetite was growing by the second and she started to suck on the tiny nipple.
She was so hungry for it now that she didn’t even remember to do the switch.
Alison groaned.
- Yes, put it between your teeth, that’s it. Tease it.
   Mona felt the hair on the back of her neck raising as she flicked the
blonde’s nipple with the tip of her tongue. That voice was the epitome of
sexiness. Alison knew how to pronounce those words in the right way, as if she
had done it many other times.
- Are you thinking of Emily right now?
   The idea of Alison visualizing another girl while Mona was working on her
didn’t really bother the shorter girl. In fact, she didn’t mind it at all.
Actually, her thoughts were getting a little dirtier. She thought it was hot,
honestly. It was like being in a love triangle.
- Sort of. – Alison opened her eyes, seeming a bit flustered – The two of you
are kind of mixed up in my head right now.
   Mona bit her bottom lip, grinning. It was incredibly hot.
- Would it be outrageous of me to ask for a kiss?
- Not really – Alison tangled up their fingers. The same soft smile of
amusement slightly curved her lips again.
   Mona let go of the blonde’s hands and caressed the sides of her breasts as
they reached for each other’s lips. Alison’s tongue was warm and energic,
almost invasive, as if it desperately wanted to conquer territory. It was
overwhelming. Mona had trouble keeping up with it and moaned into the wet kiss.
Although it was her first, the shorter girl wanted Alison to know that would
not ever be anyone on Earth that tasted better than she did.
   They laughed as their lips parted. Alison’s cheeks were bright red and they
held each other until their breathing came back to normal.
- You smell so good – Mona twirled a lock of Alison’s hair around her index
finger. She didn’t want to miss any possible opportunity of saying something
nice, it might be her only chance, ever.
- Do I? – the blonde was clearly being modest. Mona had been right moments
before. It was her true self. No masks.
- Yeah. – Mona closed her eyes, finally taking the time to appreciate the
glimpse of the for sure fancy perfume that emanated from the girl’s neck. – And
your voice is so mellow. I wish you could whisper things at my ear all the
time.
   She knew she was being extremely pathetic but Alison simply chuckled.
- Why, thank you. – she began scratching Mona’s back slowly. She said it as if
she heard such compliments all the time (Mona didn’t doubt at all that she
did), like she was an actress signing a fan’s notepad. And the question was why
was Alison settling for Mona when she could have just any other youngster she
could wish for (except for Emily, because of complicated reasons)? – So I guess
you have your answer now, don’t you?
   Mona pushed her insecurities away and pressed Alison’s half-naked body more
firmly against her.
- Yeah, and it feels great to be a lesbian.
   Alison leaned back her head and giggled this time, and the sound of that
particular laugh made Mona remember she felt pretty messy down there already.
Actually, she could precisely feel the beads of her own wetness dripping onto
her panties. It almost seemed as if she was peeing, but she knew it couldn’t be
it, of course not.
- CanI ask you a silly question now? – Alison still hadn’t let go of her.
- Absolutely.
- Why the video?
   Mona looked the girl in the eye and arched a brow, half grinning.
- Isn’t that quite obvious?
   Alison’s lips got closer to her right ear.
- Yes, but I wanna hear you say it.
   With that, she was practically saying “talk dirty to me” and Mona bit hard
on her bottom lip again.
- I heard you yesterday and… and it drove me crazy.
- How crazy? – Alison whispered, in a challenging voice. She wanted to bring
Mona to the edge.
- I watched the video twice at home and in each time I came within thirty
seconds. That’s how crazy you drive me.
- Ah, God, look at you. Who would say you were such a nasty girl? – she dragged
her fingernails along Mona’s covered back once again, causing the brunette to
let out a pleading moan – Do you wanna try it again?
- I thought you would never ask me that.
   Alison shook her head slightly, holding Mona’s chin up with two fingers.
- If you want it, you ask for it, silly. Gosh, it’s so sexy when they ask you.
   One more indication that Alison have had sex before, maybe plenty of times.
And why did that surprise Mona so much anyway?
- Touch me. – Mona breathed out – Please, Ali, I need you to touch me.
   Mona savoured saying Alison’s nickname. The blonde sensually dragged her
upper front teeth over her own bottom lip and got close enough of Mona’s
earlobe to lick it, but she didn’t.
- You know, Mon, touching is good. But why don’t you put your geeky soul to the
corner just for now? Say the F word. It’s so liberating!
   Mona unconsciously closed her eyes at such closeness. Liberating. It
certainly felt like that when she was with Ali. In fact, being with Ali was
almost like defying the laws of physics.
- Fuck me. – the shorter girl pronounced it energetically, with no shame at all
– God, please, fuck me.
   The blonde smirked immediately and her fingers started unclasping Mona’s
jeans – the shorter girl decided to wear them more often from now on because
that simply was what the majority of girls had wrapped around their legs every
day.
- Sit – Alison softly ordered, pointing to the toilet, once Mona’s legs were
free.
   The brunette obeyed without thinking and leaned her back against the wall,
in the very same position Ali had been the day before. She saw the grin of
satisfaction that curved the other girl’s lips when she kneeled down and
caressed the center of her panties. Its fabric didn’t hold the wetness anymore.
- I wonder if you get wet like this whenever you see me at school – Alison slid
the delicate piece to the floor.
- Close enough – Mona whispered proudly, licking her lips and sliding a hand
along her own thigh in order to get rid of all the sweating on her palm. A very
small part of her brain was still worrying that Ali might change back to her
showroom self and start saying it all was extremely disgusting. Ali, however,
began trailing kisses along Mona’s right inner thigh, and the brunette moaned.
- Just don’t scream, okay? – Ali asked her before her lips reached Mona’s
entrance.
   Don’t scream. Really? Mona shut her eyes and a groan inevitably escaped from
her throat when she felt the tip of Ali’s smart tongue flicking her clit. The
girl definitely knew how to do it, and that was when it really hit Mona. Alison
DiLaurentis, an actual lesbian? It wasn’t hard to picture it, though. Alison
was the kind of girl that could pull anything off.
   Mona placed her right hand on top of Alison’s left one, that was rested on
the shorter girl’s thigh. Mona felt the golden ring surrounding the blonde’s
ring finger, then her perfectly manicured nails – so genuinely feminine. To her
surprise, Alison flipped her own hand over and held Mona’s fingers tightly in
her palm. Mona felt warm inside and for a moment she was able to only focus on
her heart, that was beating really fast, but out of something else other than
just excitement. She didn’t know what it was, but she was sure that it was what
made her entire body collapse and, before she could address the feeling, she
was coming with a louder moan.
   Alison bit on her bottom lip.
- Wow. I didn’t count, but it took you less than a minute, for sure. – she fit
herself in between Mona’s legs and smiled – That’s impressive but we have to
find a way to make it last longer for you. What’s the fun if it doesn’t?
   Mona smiled as well, feeling her body gradually relax. The vision of
Alison’s literally perfect figure right in front of her was extremely surreal
and the shorter girl couldn’t help thinking she would do anything to feel the
blonde’s body pressed against her own in a bed.
- I can’t make it last, not with you. – Mona serenely said, as if Alison was
just one of her many sexual partners. – But, hey, you can get me ready for
second round, or how many rounds you want, a lot faster than you might think. –
she concluded putting Alison’s right nipple between her own index and middle
fingers for a second. Mona could literally just stay there still and observe
the girl for hours. Every inch of her was fascinating.
   Alison smirked and licked her upper front teeth.
- Is that so? – she began sliding four fingers of her right hand back and forth
along the shorter girl’s entrance. Mona’s body shuttered with the shock
instinctively.
- See? It’s happening again already. – Mona tried to smile through her ragged
breathing.
   Alison chuckled and, in a very subtle move, fit her middle finger inside the
other girl’s pussy. Mona gasped.
- How does it feel? – the blonde muttered in a deep voice tone, as if she
wanted to hear Mona speak out certain words. – Good?
- Yeah. Ah, God, Ali, it feels amazing. – Mona’s blood temperature got even
higher inside her veins. Pronouncing the girl’s nickname out loud gave a
tremendous feeling of intimacy to it all. It made her feel like Alison had
always been hers.
   A few more slow strokes and Mona began letting out eager little moans.
- Touch my clit – she pleaded in another gasp. She could precisely feel it
pulsing, desperate for the contact of those wise fingers.
- Not quite yet, sweetheart. – Alison kept her composure, but that last word
alone almost made Mona quit holding herself up.
- Please, Ali. – she whined – I’m so there.
   Mona tried to get her own right hand to reach her clit, but Alison stopped
her by softly holding her wrist in place.
- What did I tell you about making it last, huh? – Alison gave her a quick
kiss, which took the shorter girl by surprise – And I don’t want you to get
there, I want you to get beyond there.
   Mona frowned, still feeling Alison’s middle finger moving in and out of her,
nice and slow.
- What do you mean?
- I want to get something out of you, something you didn’t give me yet. And for
that to happen you need to be pacient. Will you?
   Mona nodded.
- I will. – she put both hands behind Alison’s neck – I’d do simply anything
for you.
   They kissed once again and this time, fortunately, their tongues met.
- I know – the blonde said as their lips parted. There was a grin that Mona
would classify as naughty curving Alison’s lips and she finally fit a second
finger inside the other girl, thrusting them more energetically now.
   Mona gasped, half with satisfaction, half with an agonizing type of
anticipation. It was practically getting into a stage of pain.
- The clit, Ali, please. – she breathed out – I can’t take it anymore.
- Yes, you can. – Alison kissed the right side of the other girl’s face as if
she was trying to calm her down – All you have to do is relax.
   Alison’s warm breath felt steamy and cozy on Mona’s ear and the brunette let
that voice take over herself, melting every other thought that might be
occupating space inside her head. She did relax. She closed her eyes and bucked
her hips as Ali’s thumb pressed her clit and started circling it in steady
moves. It was an immeasurable sense of relief. A sharp scream came the easiest
way possible out of Mona as the orgasm finally hit her, and it was several
times more intense than the first one. She didn’t know why, but she felt like
crying. It hurt this time, it felt like something was burning inside her. It
was masochism after all, because it was a grown up feeling that maybe her
fifteen year old body was not ready to experience yet, but she loved it anyway.
- There you go. – Alison whispered, smoothing the brunette’s pussy – God, I
knew I could get you to do this.
- Do what? – Mona questioned weakly, after breathing heavily a couple of times.
- You didn’t feel it?
   Oh yeah, she mentalized, I felt it big time, she just didn’t have the inner
strenght to verbalize it.
- What?
   Ali chuckled as if she didn’t believe it.
- You squirted, you little geek.
   Mona took a moment to absorb the information, but of course she spent half
of it just smiling internally because of the little geek part. It didn’t sound
offensive at all. It sounded caring and every other possible synonym of it.
- And what does it mean? – Mona had heard the term squirt linked to sexual
stuff once, in a documentary about how women over fifty can still have an
active sex life.
- It means… - the blonde slid two fingers along the girl’s labia – that I
really do drive you crazy. And I very much appreciate that.
                                       –
- Can I ask you something else? – Mona kept staring at the narrow wall in front
of her. She was seated cross-legged on the toilet, but fully dressed now.
Alison was staring at the same wall on the floor, at Mona’s left side, holding
her legs close to her chest. She nodded.
   They felt like staying there a little bit longer. Mona certainly wanted it
more than anything. She wanted to keep her Ali close to her for as long as
possible before going back to the real world.
- How many times have you done this? With girls, I mean.
   Alison turned her head to the shorter girl. She had a peaceful expression on
her face.
- Quite a few.
   Not surprising at all. Especially not after her last smart move on Mona.
- And with boys? – the brunette felt like she had to ask it. She thought Ali
was just too perfect to not swing both ways, but the girl surprised her this
time by shaking her head.
- Never done it with boys. And I don’t think I’ll ever want to.
   For the following seconds Mona didn’t know what to say. It would just be
rude to ask why.
- They say it hurts.
   Alison laughed slightly. Mona’s lack of experience truly seemed to keep
amusing her.
- That’s not really the point. The point is that the majority of boys is dumb.
It’s fun to play with them, though, and see just how far away they can take it.
   Mona smiled. It definitely sounded like Alison.
- It’s different with girls. – the blonde continued – To cut a long story
short, we’re smarter. All of us. We know each other and we know what do to with
each other. Nothing can compete with that, especially not that opposites
attract bullshit.
   Mona sighed, in awe. She would never get tired of hearing Alison’s sweet
voice telling her stuff. She felt special. She wanted Alison to tell her all.
- Did you know what to do on your first time? – she asked carefully.
   The girl turned to her and smirked.
- Who does?
- How was it? – Mona insisted, seconds later.
   Alison leaned her head a little to her right side, resting it on the edge of
the toilet, and sighed as well. Mona hesitated, but began stroking the blonde’s
hair with the tip of her left fingers, that trembled with anticipation.
Alison’s hair smelled like citric shampoo and combing cream. It was like
torture to Mona, but she would not dare getting out of there until Alison told
her it was time to go.
- It was… unusual.
   It seemed Alison wouldn’t say anymore, yet there was certainly more to it
and Mona wouldn’t give in until the girl said that she was actually crossing
the line. The petting on Alison’s scalp gained a proper amount of intimacy and
Mona felt it was right to continue with the interrogation.
- How come?
- I have this friend, Cece Drake. She's twenty-two and goes to UPenn. I met her
last year. She’s, like, the most amazing kickass fucking queer of all time. I
lied about my age when we first met and she sneaked me into one of the frat
parties. Let’s just say that there was some girls there that really liked me.
- Cece too?
- Well, we bonded right off the bat, yes, but I would never do anything like
that with her. She’s more like the big sister I never had. She’s really
awesome. The only thing she did when she found out I was fourteen when I hooked
up with her twenty year old classmate was laugh and say “mama’s proud”.
   Alison laughed along with Mona and the shorter girl couldn’t help picturing
the blonde’s first time. Two sweaty slim girls with long hair in a bed,
surrounded by red cups and hastily kissing each other. It was surreally hot,
for sure, just like the Alison Mona was staring at.
- And now every time I wanna blow off some steam I call Cece and ask her what’s
new in the grown up world. – the girl stated – There’s always something new.
   Mona remained silent for a while. She didn’t know what to say after that or
even if she should say something. She and Ali seemed to have come from two
different planets. Heck, galaxies. It was still all a huge mistery to her. Why
did that happen? Why her?
   Alison eyed Mona long and kindly and it was as if she was reading the
brunette’s mind. Her eyes had never looked so blue before. It was serene ocean
blue, the most beautiful color Mona had ever seen.
- I try to find something to love in everyone of them, you know? Even if it’s a
small thing.
- And do you?
   Alison reached for Mona’s left fingers and held them loosely in her right
palm.
- Until now, I’ve never failed.
   That being said, the blonde guided Mona out of the cubicle. A wave of fresh
air and relief hit the shorter girl when she noticed the bathroom was still
silent and empty and their belongings were yet untouched on the floor. It felt
like an eternity since they had locked themselves up there.
   Alison walked slowly to the sink counter and crouched down to pick up Mona’s
phone. She left it on the marble top and took a mulberry colored lipstick out
of her purse. She applied it quickly and precisely over her lips while staring
at her own reflection in the large mirror. Mona unconsciously walked over to
her, also very slowly.
- I tasted lipstick on you earlier. – Alison stated casually, gazing at the
other girl with the little tube yet in hand – Do you wanna try this one?
   Mona nodded. From Alison’s lips to hers? Oh, but of course!
   The blonde stepped closer to her. Her full and now painted with a seductive
burgundy tone lips were in evidence and she parted them, showing Mona what she
should do with her own. The shorter girl obeyed and Alison carefully applied
the lipstick on her, holding her chin up once or twice along the process. At
the end, Alison pursed her own lips and Mona shadowed the movement.
- Look at yourself – Alison softly demanded, standing behind Mona. She was
loosely holding the shorter girl now and her chin was resting on top of Mona’s
head.
   Mona didn’t focus on her face immediately, only on Alison’s arms wrapped
comfortably around her waist and tears threatened to fill her eyes. It felt so
good! She tried telling Alison that by caressing the girl’s forearms. Alison
would probably get that Mona didn’t want to be let go of, right?
- If you had only one wish – Alison met Mona’s eyes through the mirror –, what
would you wish for?
- To be… - Mona paused and bit the tip of her tongue. With. – like you.
   The air escaped from Alison’s nose when she laughed and it briefly tickled
Mona’s neck.
- You’re gonna grow up to be an authentically gorgeous woman one day. I can see
it. You won’t need to be like me.
   Mona took a couple of seconds to absorb the words.
- And popular? – It was only when those were out that she realized that she
deeply didn’t care.
   Alison smiled to Mona’s face this time.
- Yes, and popular.
   The warmness of that particular smile made Mona’s heart skip a few beats.
The blonde’s perfect upper teeth were glowing as well as her eyes, that seemed
to be carefully observing every inch of Mona’s face. It was almost as if Ali
was looking after her, and Mona had to break eye contact, because she was
masochist, but everything had a limit.
- May I please keep the video? – she quickly eyed her phone. She would
perfectly understand if Ali said no, and she would respect that decision – As a
souvenir?
   The smile on the blonde’s face hadn’t faded away yet.
- Yes, you may.
   Mona gave her a shaky little smile in response trying not to look too happy,
which was quite hard.
- I will never show it to anyone, you know? Ever. I promise.
- I know. – Alison nodded slightly – As I know that you will never tell anyone
about this either.
   Mona nervously held her breath, thinking that such statement would probably
be followed by a DiLaurentis type of threat. She waited. The mean words didn’t
come.
- Even if I tried to, Ali – Mona began, more relaxed –, who on Earth would
believe me? Seriously? At best, people would laugh at me until the end of my
high school journey. Even Lucas would tell me to go to a doctor and ask for
some Ritalin.
- Don’t you prefer like that? – Alison wrinkled her nose in an overly cute way
that only she knew how to do. Every time Mona had watched her do so, it was
before saying something sweet to Emily and give her a kiss in the cheek. –
Something that you will go to your grave knowing it happened and so will I? No
one else needs to know because it’s special. Because it’s our little secret.
   After concluding, the blonde pressed her second to none soft lips onto the
right side of Mona’s face. The shorter girl closed her eyes. It hurt because
she knew it would be the last one. But, oh, it hurt so good.
   When Ali moved her lips away, it felt to Mona like those days when she was
little and her mom would suddenly take the covers off her on bed, telling her
that it was time to wake up and go to school. Don’t, please, the little girl
would always pout. Don’t, please, the fifteen year old Mona was about to
whisper to Ali, but she knew it would be useless.
   Mona didn’t really experience the true feeling of loneliness until she heard
the sound of Ali’s heels stepping slowly away. Being outside the doorway
already, Ali gave Mona a thin smile that could be interpreted in many ways –
and then she was gone.
   Of course it could all have meant nothing to Alison, of course it all could
just have been a way of shutting Mona off about the video, it was the most
logical option. But, on the other hand, it could have been real. Everything Ali
confessed to Mona about Emily, about appearences, about her constant need of
having people around her that liked her – well, she didn’t exactly say that,
but it was implicit –, everything sounded so genuine! So it could very much
have been Ali blowing off the steam of being Alison DiLaurentis.
   Mona touched ever so slightly the lipstick mark that Ali had left on her
cheek. She didn’t care anymore. Every inch of her needed to go through life
betting on the latter option.
Chapter End Notes
     A particular scene of Glee (the one where Karofsky kisses Kurt in the
     locker room) inspired me to write this :)
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I decided to add one more chapter to this just for the fun of it :)
   A plastic tray got side by side with Mona’s on the food counter of the
school cafeteria. The brunette girl was currently the first in line but, before
grabbing the spoon of the mashed pumpkin container, her right eye caught sight
of a delicate left hand, whose wrist was decorated with a silver Dior bracelet.
Only one girl was able to pull such simple adornment off so perfectly. Mona’s
brain was already making her feel the slight vanilla scent – that previously
she had discovered it was Chanel nº 5 – going through her nostrils before she
could actually smell it.
- Will you move your ass a little faster? – Alison’s voice sounded, insensitive
as always and a bit too loud – I don’t have all day, you know?
- Sorry – Mona mumbled, flustered, and took a step aside.
   Alison practically snatched the spoon from Mona’s hand but her fingers
lingered on the shorter girl’s ones for a much longer moment than the
considered necessary to do so. It was sick to even think about such
possibility, but it seemed deliberate. Well, Alison had gotten her to get off
in a bathroom cubicle a week ago, right? So it wasn’t that sick anyway. But
truth be told, it had seemed like a dream to Mona – only a longer, more
realistic and wetter one –, because after it, Alison continued acting as if
Mona was irrelevant to her. Yes, the bullying had stopped, the blonde had kept
her promise regarding not making Mona’s life a living hell anymore - had Alison
really promised that? -, but other than that, it was all still the same. At
least until that probably deliberate hand touching.
  Mona shifted the weight from one foot to the other. She was still standing
there, holding her tray. Alison looked at her, her long and wavy honey blonde
hair perfectly fixed to her right side, and smiled; a simple, thin, almost
imperceptible smirk and Mona felt as if her veins were on fire. She let out an
internal groan. Fuck. And that one surreal afternoon came rushing back to her.
She had settled for thinking of it as nothing but a dream, but now the reality
of it all took place. Alison’s skin scent, its touch, its warmness, its
softness, it all had been just for Mona. She remembered her own voice, the
scream she had let out along with that second orgasm. God, it had felt just so
good! Of course, she had touched herself quite a lot of times after the “dirty
business” with Alison, but there was simply nothing Mona could do to herself
that would cause her that same burning sensation, that same desperate urge to
cry because of how it hurt and how good the hurting felt. That, only Alison had
the power to do.
                                       -
    Two forty-six. Mona was at English class with her right leg crossed over
her left one. She was literally counting the seconds for the damn clock to
announce it was finally three so she could go home and refuge herself behind
the locked door of her bedroom. She could precisely feel the wetness clotted
between her legs. It was hell on Earth and Alison was seated just a couple of
desks away from her. Sweet Lord, help me, Mona thought while her right eye
caught sight of Alison writing carefully on her notebook. She had the most
beautiful handwriting.
   The bell rang, at last, at three o’clock and all the students started
leaving the classroom at the same time, like animals. Alison was the slowest
and, in a split second, when Mona wasn’t exactly looking because she was too
busy putting her stuff back into her backpack, the blonde slipped a small piece
of paper into the brunette’s pencil case.
                       I want you on my doorstep at four
                                                                -A
  Mona’s heart stopped in excitement for a brief moment. The command had been
written with a purple gel pen that had a sweet but synthect smell of grape.
                                       -
    Mona did everything automatically before she stepped foot onto the
DiLaurentis’ front yard. She had taken off her glasses once again and had
absolutely nothing with her or inside her jeans pockets, no money, no cell
phone, not even her keys – her mother kept a spare one under the doormat
anyway. She felt free, in a way, and she still wasn’t quite thinking when she
rang the doorbell of Alison’s house.
    She wasn’t nervous, per say. In fact, her long hair was pulled back in a
neat ponytail and she felt comfortable inside her pink flannel blouse – the
same one she had worn a week ago. Everyone had a piece of clothing they
considered it was lucky no matter what, right? That turned out to be Mona’s
since last week.
  When Alison came to the door after just a few seconds wearing a black and
short overall with just a simple white short sleeve t-shirt under it and a
sweet smile on her face, Mona finally asked herself what was she doing there.
- Hello, beautiful. – Alison welcomed her before pulling her delicately by one
hand inside the house. Mona turned to the other girl after some time and it
finally seemed to hit her. Beautiful? She surpressed the urge of looking around
and asking Alison “are you talking to me?”.
- Why am I here?
   The same expression of amusement that had painted the girl’s face a week ago
came back even sweeter. She put her hands inside the pockets of her short
overall and raised a brow.
- Why are you?
- You left me a note – Mona’s heart started pounding rapidly and her
insecurities started to make themselves present in her voice.
- Which you could very easily have ignored – Alison shot right back, but still
overly calm. 
   Mona took a sharp breath and her lips parted but she gave up on her first
thought of reply.
- No, I couldn’t have – she then breathed out, knowing she was herself again.
Her old, insecure, drooling over Alison self.
- And why is that? – the blonde stepped closer. She knew the answer. Of course
she knew.
- Because you’re Alison – she pinned her moony eyes onto Alison’s soft
observing ones. She felt desperate to touch her, caress her.
- And you’re Mona – Alison showed her teeth in a full smile this time and she
did the caressing, sliding both hands along the brunette’s part covered arms.
- You know what I mean. – Mona muttered softly, feeling finally more at ease –
Why’d you call me here?
- I saw the way you looked at me and the way you kept shifting your weight from
one foot to the other earlier at school. You were getting so turned on.
   Mona closed her eyes for a second, the words felt velvety inside her ears.
It was as if Alison knew her from inside out.
- Was it really that evident?
   Alison pouted.
- Oh, sweetie, you’re an amateur yet. – she ran a finger along Mona’s left face
line – You let your body language shout it out for you.
   Mona put her hands very subtly on Alison’s hips and pulled the blonde closer
to her. How on Earth could a girl be so naturally warm? Mona couldn’t possibly
know. What she did know was that if her clit could scream, they both would
probably be deaf by now.
- Well, could you teach me how to shut my body language up?
- I could, but trust me, it’s so hot when I can feel the need in everyone of
your trembling muscles.
   Mona laughed slightly. She could feel her face burning up. Her cheeks were
probably bright red and if she wasn’t already leaned against the arm of one of
the couches in the living room, she would’ve probably fallen down. How could
this girl know just the right thing to say every single time?
- Pull me out of this need, then.
- Only if you say the bad words – Alison whispered at the shorter girl’s right
ear.
   Mona could feel herself heating up like crazy from the waist down. She
pulled the girl’s head closer to her.
- Make me come. – she whispered at Alison, shameless now – Please, I need you
to make me come.
- How badly do you need it?
- So badly, Ali. I want it to hurt good just like last time.
   Alison bit Mona’s earlobe.
- Very clever answer.
   And the blonde guided Mona upstairs to her room, which was immaculate. The
shorter girl felt like she was entering a private kingdom. Alison seated
herself on the flawlessly made queen-sized bed and kicked her laceless Converse
shoes off. She was wearing short white socks with them and seemed really
comfortable outside of her popular school girl “need to wear everything it’s
trending” constant look.
- When is your mom coming home? – Mona asked nervously, still standing as
Alison laid on her back.
- Do you want my mother to join us? – the blonde teased.
- You know what I mean – Mona sat facing Ali, who simply smiled.
- Come here – she grabbed Mona’s right hand and pulled the girl to her side on
the bed – We’ve got plenty of time.
   Mona sighed, allowing with endless satisfaction Alison’s right hand to slide
all over her back.
- I must be napping on my bed right now. Please, say you won’t wake me up.
- I won’t. – the blonde’s hand started moving vigorously across her back and
hips – And I promise we’ll make the most out of this dream.
   Mona’s mind relaxed over that thought. A dream. A parallel reality with an
Ali that only Mona would ever see and feel. Alison’s hand reached the shorter
girl’s covered ass. Mona bit hard on her bottom lip.
- I don’t want you to think I’m going to sexually assault you – Alison added –,
but I do want you to get really comfortable.
   Mona laughed, allowing their bodies to be pressed slightly against one
another.
- A, I already am feeling really comfortable, and B, I honestly would not care
if you decided to sexually assault me.
- You shouldn’t joke with something like this, you know?
- I’m not joking. – the shorter girl shook her head. They were sharing the same
sweet and steamy air. She touched the corner of Alison’s lower lip with her
thumb and felt herself losing the last bit of control that was still inside
her. - Give me a kiss. Please.
   The blonde looked for a split second into Mona’s eyes and brushed their lips
together, no tongue, though, but it didn’t matter at all. The soft and warm
contact made Mona’s interior cry with genuine pleasure. She couldn’t help
grabbing Alison’s waist and pulling her even closer. She moaned into the
shallow kiss when their covered crotches met. Alison chuckled once their lips
parted.
- You settle for so little.
- Nothing is little coming from you, believe me. But if I were a guy I would
actually look even more desperate. My boner would make both of us very
uncomfortable.
   Alison smiled and pressed their lips together one more time, which took Mona
by surprise, but she more than gladly leaned in when she felt both of Alison’s
hands on her shoulder blades.
- If you were a guy, you would not be here. – Alison whispered – And I
certainly would not ask you to go down on me, which I’m about to.
   Mona backed away a bit. What?!, she wanted to say, and her expression of
disbelief seemed to, again, amuse Alison very much. The blonde unclasped the
straps of her short overall and slid it down to her knees.
- Are you serious?
- No, I’m quite relaxed. – she teased once more in a soft voice tone and tossed
her overall to the floor, arching her legs – C’mere, show me what you can do.
   Mona stood on her knees and in front of the girl, absolutely clueless, while
her heart was galloping inside her chest. Alison, however, was acting like it
was not really a big deal.
- I can’t do anything regarding… going down on someone.
- I bet you can do more than you know. Everyone does. Now don’t worry, it’s not
gonna bite you.
   Mona gave Alison a half grin and reached for the girl’s panties with her
trembling fingers. Alison stretched her legs for a moment so Mona could take
them off. The shorter girl did it very carefully, as if she was unwrapping a
christmas present, and took Alison’s short socks off as well. She caressed the
smooth sole of Alison’s feet first, going up to her shins, knees and thighs,
and then, before she knew it, Mona was laid on her stomach, salivating once
again.
- Any helpful tips? – she eyed the blonde, who had a pretty serene expression
on her face. She wasn’t wet and if she was in fact aroused, she was doing a
really impressive job by not letting the rest of her body show it.
- People say breathe through your mouth.
- Why?
- Because first-timers tend to need a little more getting use to the vaginal
scent.
- Bullcrap. – Mona kissed the very center of Alison’s slit and felt herself
wince as if the kiss had been dropped at her own pussy – You smell like roses
down here. How is that possible?
   Alison laughed slightly again.
- That’s the intimate wash.
- It does smell amazing. – she closed her eyes and felt her clit throbbing
inside her panties while she inhaled Alison’s scent – And it’s beautiful. – she
took a moment to enjoy the view up close – God, it’s so beautiful.
   And then she dove in and kissed it a couple of times. Her mouth was for sure
way wetter than Alison’s pussy, but she didn’t care. It was deliciously
numbing. Alison undid Mona’s ponytail in a quick motion and started stroking
her hair, which made her wince again, and she felt her own wetness dripping
from her slit almost like tiny drops of pee.
- With that you just got your baby dyke certificate.
- And I cannot tell you how proud I am of that. – she eyed the girl once again
and went back to her pussy.
   Alison wasn’t moaning, just breathing kind of rapidly here and there. It
wasn’t hard for Mona to get why. She wasn’t driving Ali crazy. She wasn’t sexy
or hot. Alison was with her only because Mona reminded her of Emily in some
way, like Ali herself had said a week ago. And as much as she wanted to hear
Alison crying her name out with pleasure, Mona didn’t exactly care that she
wouldn’t.
- Stick out your tongue… – Alison muttered, still with her fingers tangled up
in Mona’s hair and now pressing the brunette’s head slightly against her pussy.
   Mona had been dying to do so ever since she saw Ali touching herself in that
bathroom cubicle. And she did. She fit her tongue half way into Ali’s opening
and the blonde let out something closer to a moan. Ali was starting to get wet
now and her wetness was merging with Mona’s saliva and it was delicious not
being able to tell which was what.
   The shorter girl started going deeper. Ali’s juices were gradually sliding
down her throat, drop by drop, and it was intoxicating. She could feel her own
wetness actually leaking from her pussy, fast in a way that she never would’ve
thought it was possible. She closed her eyes and moaned into the blonde’s cunt.
- Yes, that’s it. – Alison whispered, still sounding pretty controlled, and
spread her legs even wider – Now right up here.
   She used her fingers to hold her labia apart and pointed to her clit with an
index finger so it would be easier for Mona to visualize it. Mona immediately
quit with the tongue-fucking and went up to where Ali was pointing, but before
that she just couldn’t resist kissing the orange polished nail of her finger.
Alison’s femininity was one of the things that had always driven Mona insane in
the best way possible.
- Make it pointy, there you go – Alison let out a little gasp of relief.
   With her eyes yet naturally closed, Mona concentrated on imagining what Ali
could be feeling at that very moment, what herself probably would be feeling if
she was in the blonde’s shoes. Such speculations worked like fuel and made Mona
move the tip of her tongue faster over Ali’s clit.
  - You’re such a good girl, Emmy. – she whispered as her right hand was still
in Mona’s hair, making it a bit messy.
   Mona didn’t stop what she was doing because hearing that name didn’t
surprise her at all. She totally saw it coming before Alison could actually
vocalize it and it was all amazingly hot. In fact, Mona didn’t know why, but
she had wanted Ali to call her Emily that afternoon in the bathroom. Now she
felt desperate to come, and God, she was incredibly close. Only a few grinds
against the mattress would be more than enough. If Ali could say it just one
more time…
   Mona sneaked one hand in between her legs and gasped silently, amazed by the
fact that she could feel her wetness through the thick fabric of her jeans. She
increased the pace of her tongue on Ali’s clit until the blonde let out an
actual hoarse moan. Mona pressed her fingers against her own covered pussy and
made herself come with a restrained scream as soon as Ali reached her climax as
well, however with no loud sounds.
- You just couldn’t hold yourself, could you? – Alison smirked at the shorter
girl once her own breathing was normal again. Her legs were still arched as she
kept smoothing her pussy. Her tiny stiff nipples were visible through her white
t-shirt and Mona felt like losing herself in that mind numbing body. – Haven’t
I taught you anything?
- Sorry. – the brunette muttered, half embarrassed yet half proud of not being
able to hold herself – It just felt so good when you called me Emmy.
- Really? – Alison stared deeply at the girl with those machiavellian blue eyes
of hers – It slipped out, I thought you wouldn’t like it.
- I like strange stuff. – Mona rested a hand on one of Alison’s knees and dared
to approach her slowly until her own body fit in between the blonde’s legs –
Not that you’re strange. You’re beautiful. The fact that I like you is strange.
And the fact that I’m on top of you right now is way more strange. I mean, God,
you’re the hottest girl I will ever know in my life. You can call me whatever
the fuck you want.
   Alison’s smile widened as Mona spoke and she giggled when the other girl
concluded.
- I love when you laugh – Mona confessed in a whisper, her lips inches away
from Alison’s, who playfully dragged her left palm over Mona’s yet covered ass.
- I never told you this but I find all those compliments really flattering.
   Alison moved her hand up to Mona’s face and put some strands of the shorter
girl’s brown hair behind her ear. Mona leaned in tentatively yet eagerly and
Alison sealed their lips together once again. The kiss felt indescribably
tender. The blonde’s tongue wasn’t trying to show Mona who the boss was
anymore, it was simply brushing against Mona’s in unhurried caresses. It was
absolutely endearing. Alison flipped them over so she could be on top, although
without parting their lips. Her hands were on Mona’s sides and the shorter girl
moaned, joyful, into the kiss as she felt Alison’s bare chest under her cotton
t-shirt, her breasts grinding against Mona’s and instantly arousing her
nipples.
   - It never stops – she whispered at Ali again, trying to buck her hips and
get some sort of friction.
- I know just what might give you the relief you need – Alison whispered back
and got off of Mona, almost causing the girl to whine in protest. She took
Mona’s jeans off in a quick motion and smiled catlike at the girl’s soaked
panties before tossing it to the floor. – Like maple syrup. Sticky and sweet.
   Mona let out another soft moan as she felt one of Ali’s fingernails
scratching her entrance ever so slightly.
- Don’t move an inch – Alison instructed her and went to her closet. Disobeying
the blonde, Mona sat up on the bed, her legs well spread. She watched as Ali
stood on her toes to reach a striped gift box on the top shelf and licked her
lips at the amazing view. She sighed as if it was already too much and slid a
hand slowly along her slit.
- You do know that I can come within seconds just from looking at your pretty
ass, right?
- I do, but I don’t want you to – Alison finally turned to her with the medium
sized box in her hands and soon put it down on the floor, sitting on the bed
again. – Now, what do you make of this?
   She handed Mona an object apparently made of silicone. The shorter girl had
never seen one like it before, but the shape was pretty unmistakable.
- It’s… a fake penis. And it’s pink. – for a second Mona wanted to laugh.
   Alison rolled her eyes. First-timers, she might have thought, but the little
smirk on her face assured the brunette that she was far from being annoyed.
- You got that right. – she approached Mona and gently held the bottom of the
toy, sliding its tip along the girl’s entrance. Mona felt it tickling her folds
and it instantly made her quiver. – Would you like it inside you?
- Would it make me any less of a lesbian if I said yes?
- You bet it wouldn’t – Ali held the girl’s labia apart for a moment and slid
the tip of the dildo more precisely against her clit. Mona closed her eyes and
breathed out sharply.
- Then yes. Please.
   Ali’s lips touched the the tip of the dildo in a soft kiss, then she licked
it and fit it into the brunette’s pussy carefully.
- Good girl – she whispered.
   Closing her hands into fists, Mona let out a slow and loud moan, not
necessarily because of the toy that was now inside her but because she could
feel exactly where the spot that Ali had just licked was touching. One's warm
saliva was mixing up with the other's wetness again and it felt indescribably
amazing.
- Arch your legs a little more. – Ali instructed her and Mona did so without
even thinking – God, if only you knew how wet you are right now.
   She started pushing the dildo deeper inside Mona, faster. Mona knew she was
insanely wet. She also knew very well she was going to come hard soon. She
began to feel kind of “too exposed”, though, embarrassed, even. She sure didn’t
want to get Ali’s certainly expensive sheets dirty, so she curled up her toes
and decided she was going to hold it for as long as she could.
   Suddenly, though, Ali’s left hand was on Mona’s stomach, over her yet
buttoned blouse, and Mona lost her line of reasoning instantly.
- Why am I feeling you all tensed up here? – Ali stopped moving the toy in and
out of Mona for a moment and raised a soft gaze to the girl – It’s okay, just
relax.
   The shorter girl did relax, allowing herself to breathe and loose her
muscles. She moaned almost painfully at that soft voice and at the kiss Ali
dropped on her clit.
- Can you come closer? – Mona asked tentatively – Please. I need to look at
you.
   Soon Alison was over her with the softest smirk on her face, her golden
locks working as a canopy, separating them from the real world once again. The
smell of her hair was driving Mona crazy – assuming that she wasn’t already,
that is. It definitely was torture for Mona to look at her, the most wonderful
torture.
- You’re just the most mesmerizing creature of all space and time. – the
brunette pointed, practically voiceless, entangling her fingers in the girl’s
hair – You should know that.
   Alison’s grin widened.
- Space and time? – she put Mona’s left earlobe between her teeth, pressing
their breasts against each other – I have to say this time lord pick up line is
actually pretty good.
   If Mona wasn’t already so unbelievably numb, she would’ve found at least a
bit funny how Ali said “time lord”, as if she spent her afternoons binge
watching Doctor Who, but the dildo was going way too fast in and out of her for
Mona to focus on anything else other than it was like it was part of Ali. The
silicone was warmer now and it was getting to the point where it seemed that
the toy actually had real skin wrapped around it. So Mona shut her eyes and
wrapped her legs around Ali’s, pretending that the dildo was part of her body,
that it was Ali's cock fucking her. It was actually very easy and she whined,
biting – maybe too hard – on the junction of Ali’s neck and shoulder. The
blonde gasped.
- Yes, Emmy, give it to me. You’re so fucking close, just give it to me.
   Mona let out a loud moan as she assimilated that nickname. Ali sounded so
eager, desperate, even. She was pushing and tugging the toy completely in and
out of Mona. The shorter girl was leaking so much right now that Ali’s
bedspread was probably pretty soaked. But Mona was losing too much of her mind
to care.
- God, it’s hurting – she said, voiceless now. It was getting harder and harder
for her to breathe.
- Hurting good or hurting bad?
   Mona bit hard on her bottom lip and her eyes rolled back in her head as she
kept feeling Ali’s full and unsupported breasts against her own.
- So good.
- Then there’s nothing wrong. You’ll feel at ease very soon.
   Mona pressed Ali’s body hard against herself. The blonde’s nipples were rock
hard now and she just couldn’t resist. She finally took Ali’s t-shirt off and
hungrily mouthed her left breast, moaning as she felt the soft flesh inside her
mouth. Ali stopped what she was doing to Mona completely and held both sides of
her waist, gasping hard as if she was being hit by a strong wave of pleasure.
The air that escaped from from Ali’s mouth felt too warm and sweet on Mona’s
neck for the brunette to complain about the girl’s apparent neglect.
- Yes, baby, right there – Alison moaned, now stroking Mona’s hair as the
shorter girl sucked on her nipple.
   Mona groaned internally with the feeling of actual caring that it all was
giving her, and then next thing she knew she was in total disbelief. She
thought she was imagining it, but Ali was actually moving her hips slowly so
that her pussy could meet Mona’s. The brunette could feel Ali’s folds against
her own crotch, her sex pulsing now too, wanting to reach its second relief, as
well as Mona’s.
- Fuck… - Mona whined. She had never felt so connected to anyone before in her
entire life, and never would again. Ali’s moves were now so slow that every
time their sex met, it was far too painful. Mona was sweating like crazy under
her blouse but she didn’t have the nerve to ask Ali to rip it off her.
- I love when a good girl swears – the blonde seemed to be smirking onto Mona’s
neck, and she kissed along it. – You’re a good girl, aren’t you, Emmy?
   Alison’s tongue slid just below Mona’s earlobe. She wasn’t pronouncing
Emily’s nickname by accident anymore, she was doing it deliberatelyjust because
she knew Mona was all for it. The brunette wanted to cry out with the pleasure
that was, once again, seeming to be setting fire to every single one of her
fibers, bones and cells, however, no sound came out of her mouth at first.
- Fuck, yes, Ali. I am – she responded, having real trouble speaking giving her
breathlessness. And then all she needed to actually feel the liquid squirting
out of her pussy this time was one simple thrust of Alison’s middle and ring
fingers.
   It was the loudest scream that Mona would ever be capable of voicing. She
clenched her hands into fists hard enough for her nails to draw blood out of
her palms and shut her eyes because they were watery and burning, as well as
the rest of her body.
- Christ… – Alison breathed out, grinning and sounding genuinely taken aback,
her nose touching Mona’s right cheekbone – you’re amazing. You’re so fucking
amazing.
   The blonde kissed Mona’s cheek a couple of times and snuggled with her for a
quick moment. It all seemed too good to be true, almost like everything else so
far, but in a different way. There was no way Mona could know if Ali was
visualizing Emily now or not. She gave the girl the benefit of the doubt and
allowed herself to moan, thankfully, at those compliments. She wanted to say
something like “If I’m amazing, it’s only because you make me”, but she just
couldn’t bring herself to speaking. She would need a minute to recover, or
perhaps half an hour.
   Alison kept stroking Mona’s pussy, calming the girl down. Mona could still
feel her inner thighs shaking while she had her eyes closed and her breathing
coming back to normal. When Alison moved her hand away, Mona instantly missed
the contact and opened her eyes, coming to find the blonde propped onto her
feet – still straddling the shorter girl’s legs – and fingering herself with
the same fingers that had gotten Mona off moments ago. The brunette bit on her
bottom lip and moaned internally as she contemplated what Alison was doing.
- Do you need some help with that?
- It’s okay, I got this – the girl responded as she closed her own eyes at a
particular intense thrust. Her teeth were gritted but then she released her
breath, causing a flash of heat to travel up and down Mona’s body. Alison
looked incredibly vulnerable again, wanting to get rid of a feeling or memory
that seemed to be hunting her.
- Please, let me help you – Mona practically begged, putting her hands on
Alison’s hips and making her fall softly onto her own knees.
- Are you sure you can take it?
   Mona rapidly nodded.
- I said I’m always ready.
   Chewing on her lip, Alison smirked and instructed the brunette so that her
left leg was arched and her right one stretched under Alison’s left one, also
arched. On her right knee and grabbing Mona’s left one to steady herself, the
blonde starting grinding their sex together. Mona thought three in a row was
way out of her league. She was wrong. Every time Alison’s pussy slapped rather
comfortably against her own, it was like a fraction of an orgasm that came and
faded away before she could actually enjoy it, but quite out of the blue came
the big one, and Mona sank her left hand nails onto the back of Alison’s right
hand, that was still on her knee. She let out a guttural scream and it was
fallowed by the sound of the blonde anouncing her own climax as well.
   To Mona, it wasn’t a wet type of orgasm like last one, but the whole thing
was composed by a sublime, glorious pain, that filled her and made her grin
with her eyes closed as she worked on normalizing her breath. She understood
now why some people turned out to be sex addicts.
   Mona got dressed a little while later and watched as Alison put the
bedspread in the washer together with the pink dildo. She had followed the
blonde to the laundry room for no apparent reason – maybe because she didn’t
know what else to do or where else to go. Mona had always thought Alison was
the type of girl that didn’t even know how to operate a washing machine, but
then again, within a week, the girl had broken quite a few stereotypes.
   Alison walked Mona to the door, silently, and before the shorter girl knew
it, she was standing outside the blonde’s house, facing her. Alison was staring
at Mona distantly and pushed a few strands of brown hair away from her face.
Mona wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. In fact, she had to bite her tongue to
not ask “Will I ever see you again?”. She couldn’t foresee what Ali would give
her in response if she did so, but if they were going to see each other like
that again some day, Mona had the feeling it wouldn’t be very soon.
- Can we pretend we’re gonna see each other tomorrow? – she ended up asking, in
need of hearing something coming out of the other girl’s mouth, anything – Just
for pretend.
   Holding the door knob, Alison gave her one more of those unique sweet
smiles, and it felt sort of like a goodbye to Mona, but now the brunette’s
heart was beating happily because somehow, with that last smile, Alison showed
her just how much she actually respected her.
   A light breeze hit Alison’s golden locks, giving her sort of a beachy vibe.
Her eyes were transparent blue now. She was the most mesmerizing creature of
all space and time.
- I’ll see you tomorrow, Mon.   
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