S is for Sleepover #AtoZChallenge

#AtoZChallenge S

Welcome to my A to Z Challenge Blog! Like or comment on this post, or vote at the end of the week for your favorites and I’ll continue the top four stories next month! (For details, see my Theme Reveal.) For the third week, there is no theme! Anything goes in these erotic stories. Don’t forget to come back for Week 4 (Non-consent). Without further ado, enjoy S is for Sleepover.


Stephanie and Sabrina had been best friends since as long as either of them could remember. They were inseparable. They even shared birthdays and had turned 18 at the beginning of their senior year. Every weekend they had a sleepover, switching houses each time. Teachers routinely mixed them up in school, even though they looked nothing alike. Steph was 5’9” with blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Sab was 5’3” with black hair, brown eyes, and dark skin. But they somehow managed to always sit near each other in class.

They hoped that college would be no different. They had both applied to Boston College and were anxiously awaiting acceptance letters. One day in April, Steph came home and picked the mail up out of the mailbox. She was usually the first one home and picked up the mail. But this time, there was something from Boston College. She trembled with excitement and picked up her cell phone before she was even in the house with the mail.

“Hi Steph,” Sab said when she answered.

“Did you check the mail?”

“No.”

“Go check the mail.”

“Why?” Sab asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice, even as Steph knew she was doing what her best friend had asked. “Did you send me something?”

“No, but Boston College sent me something.”

“What!?” The urgency in Sab’s voice and the change in her breathing told Steph that she was running to the mailbox. Sab lived in an apartment complex, and her mailbox was at the main entrance. Steph could hear the thumps of Sab’s feet on the stairs, then the key scraping metal. “I got something,” she said at last.

“Let’s open them together.”

“I’ll be right there,” Sab said, hanging up. She ran back into the apartment to get her keys and scribble a note to her parents. She hopped in the junker car she had scraped up enough to buy when she turned 16 and drove as fast as she could to Steph’s.

Steph lived in a nicer house with large bedrooms and a three car garage. Sab didn’t even knock as she opened the garage door and let herself into the house. Steph was pacing in the kitchen.

“You better stop pacing, or you’ll wear a hole in the floor,” Sab teased.

“How can you joke about this?” Steph asked.

Sab shrugged. She knew that Steph had always wanted to go to Boston College and she was super stressed about getting accepted. They looked at the envelopes. “They look the same,” Sab said.

“Does that mean we both got in?” Steph looked hopeful.

“Or we both didn’t,” Sab teased. Steph glared at her. “Okay, sorry. Let’s do it.” Sab turned her letter over and pulled up the corner so she could rip it open. Steph did the same, and within moments, they were each eagerly reading the missives in front of them.

Sab had a big grin on her face, and she looked up at Steph expecting the same look. But Steph’s face was not a mirror of her own. Instead, Steph’s jaw had dropped open, and she looked like she was rereading the letter. Sab reached out and grabbed it from her best friend’s hand. When Steph realized what Sab had done, she grabbed for Sab’s letter.

What they couldn’t believe was that Sabrina had received an acceptance letter and Stephanie had received a rejection letter.

@}–}—–

“One last sleepover,” Stephanie said four months later.

“It won’t be the last,” Sabrina assured her friend. Sabrina would be leaving for Boston College on Tuesday. Even though it was only an hour from where they lived, it seemed like it would be a world away.

“Everything’s changing,” Stephanie said, and the disappointment and fear were apparent in her tone.

“Well yeah, things will change, but you and I will always be best friends,” Sab said.

Steph took a deep breath. “Whatever, you’re staying at my house Saturday night, right?”

“Absolutely,” Sab said. The girls were holding hands while they waited for the bell to ring signaling the end of the school day. Sab had to run to work as soon as school let out. The girls hugged, and Sab ran off as the bell tolled.

Stephanie sighed. She hated change, and this was just terrible. She hadn’t gotten accepted to the only school she had ever wanted to go to. The local community college had accepted her, and she figured she could try for BU again. But she was still devastated that she and Sab would be separated. It also meant that she had to do something at their last sleepover. Something she should have done a long time ago. She needed to tell Sabrina that she had been in love with her for years.


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9 thoughts on “S is for Sleepover #AtoZChallenge

  1. Definitely a great premise for a novel! I hope things turn out for them and you write the rest of their stories.

    Thanks for writing and reading,

    Sarah Butland
    author of Life Imitated, Blood Day and Arm Farm

    Liked by 1 person

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