More Than Friends

Author's note: This is just a short and sweet idea I had of two best friends that can't ignore their feelings for each other anymore. This is told from her perspective.

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A woman's shrill scream fills the room, and we laugh.

The actress on screen crumples to the ground like wet tissue paper, complete with a loud thump, the camera shakily zooming into her face during what probably should be a dramatic turning point of the movie. However, the woman's strange, pained expression is like a cross between a person who bit into a lemon, and a confused fish blowing bubbles, as she watches her friends slowly be devoured by a kaleidoscope of man-eating monarch butterflies. The quality of the visual effects is the icing on the cake; the butterflies look straight out of a 90's video game, and blood the consistency of ketchup spurts out of the victims endlessly.

"Oh no. Oh shit. Oh fuck. They all got eaten. It's all over," says the woman with the enthusiasm of someone reading a grocery list. "Humanity is fucked."

The actress'

touching

delivery is too much. I laugh hysterically, clutching my sides as I struggle to breathe from the absurdity. You join in, doubled over in laughter.

"Holy shit," you say between laughs, catching your breath. "Oscar worthy. 10/10, would never watch again."

"Right?" I reply. "I can't. It's so bad, I'm dying." My sides burn from laughing so hard. I glance at you and note how your eyes crinkle when you laugh. The dimples and laugh lines on your face. The angle of your jaw. The curve of your lips. My eyes follow the line of your neck and your broad shoulders.

My heart flutters and I feel a quick, hot pulse between my legs.

The words

Revenge of the Monarchs

flash on screen and the outro credits start to roll, accompanied by Eurobeat style dance music.

You raise your eyebrows and your expression looks caught between grinning and wincing at the screen. "How do you always convince me to watch this shit?"

I must not register the question fast enough. I snap my gaze back up to your face and our eyes meet. We're closer than I remember.

"You good?", you ask, smiling.

My cheeks burn. "Oh, yeah. Sorry," I say, sliding down the couch to put some distance between us. "Movie just fried my brain, y'know?" I laugh and pray it doesn't sound too awkward before standing up and walking toward the nearby kitchenette. "Want something to drink?" I open up the fridge and scan for some mixers, grateful for the distraction.

"After that actual trainwreck? You best believe it."

I smile and pull out a bottle of Coke, then rummage through the cabinets for some rum and a couple glasses. As I'm mixing the drinks, I glance over at you and watch you hold your head in your hands and sigh dramatically. A laugh bursts out of me at your reaction. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't know it was gonna be

that

bad." I bring the drink over to you with an apologetic smile.

You take the drink and smirk. "You're lucky you're my best friend. I wouldn't put up with this shit for just anyone." You hold up your glass in a mock toast before you start on your drink.

My heart flutters at the statement.

"Yeah, I guess I am pretty lucky," I reply, unable to contain a smile. I plop back down on the couch and take a few gulps from my own glass, feeling the heat from the drink ease its way through me. I let out a sigh of contentment. It's almost enough to calm my growing excitement. Almost.

"So what's the plan now?" you ask, raising your eyebrows at me. "Not sure I have the mental fortitude for another... "masterpiece", but anything else you wanna do?"

"Well..." I trail off, pressing my lips together for a moment. My heart starts drumming in my chest again. I take another sip of my drink, silently praying for the liquid courage to kick in. "I- I had an idea, but not sure how you'd feel about it," I manage to blurt out.

"Yeah? You know I'm down for pretty much whatever. Hit me," you lean in and smile at me like you do when you're trying to encourage me, giving me your full attention.

Thoughts about the plan I had in store flood my thoughts. I feel heat rush to my face again, followed quickly by a thread of doubt that starts to knot in my stomach. Do you even feel the same way? I eye my now-mostly-empty drink, swirling it around gently.

It's now or never. I take a few breaths before responding.

"It's kind of a surprise," I reply and shyly lift my eyes to meet yours. "C-could you close your eyes and wait here a minute?"

You tilt your head at me, curiosity in your gaze, "Oh alright. Not what I expected, but sure." You set down your glass on the coffee table and lean back into the couch, closing your eyes as instructed, "Just no surprise butterflies, aight?"

We both laugh at that, and it helps set me at ease a bit, "You're such a dork." I smile and head over to my tote bag hanging by the front door. I reach into it, and my fingers meet with a bundle of cool satin and lace frills. I clutch it to my chest, whipping my head around to see if your eyes are still closed. Thankfully, they are. "No peeking!" I say and quickly make my way to the bathroom.

"I'm not!" you call from the living room, the sound muffled by the bathroom door.

I switch on the light and look at myself in the mirror. The skimpy maid outfit in my arms is cool to the touch, a stark contrast to the heat radiating through me thinking of you seeing me in it. The liquid courage seems to help, as it doesn't take me long to strip out of my top and shorts, revealing a matching sheer, lacy white bra and thong underneath. My hard nipples poke through the fabric, and I feel a dampness between my legs as I shuffle around. I can't help but blush at the fact that I'm already this excited just from being around you.

I slip on the costume, tie the sash of the mini white apron around my waist and start adjusting it in the mirror. The plunging neckline lined with white frills, combined with the fit of the bodice accentuates my full breasts. The flared black skirt, also accented with white lace and ribbons, hugs my waist and just barely covers my ass. My lacy white underwear pokes out even if I just bend over a few inches. Next I move on to the accessories, a pair of white thigh high stockings that highlight my curvy thighs, a lacy black and white choker around my neck, and the signature maid headband, with black and white frills attached.

It definitely does not leave much to the imagination, and heat creeps up to my cheeks as I size myself up in the mirror. But, that's fine. I want you to know that I'd love to take care of you tonight, if you'll let me. My heart starts racing again at the thought. I fix up my hair and make sure everything is in place before I step out of the bathroom and head out to the living room. Your eyes are still closed as I make my way over to you.

"Okay, sorry for the wait," I say before softly clearing my throat. My gaze falls to the side. "You can open your eyes now."

Silence envelops us. I risk a glance at your face, nerves weighing down on me at the lack of a response. I see you eyeing me up and down, brows raised.

"Damn," you finally say. "You look amazing."

The creeping dread I felt starts to melt away, and relief washes over me. "Really? I'm glad you think so."

"Uh, yeah, you serious? Of course I do. I always think you look cute, but this-" you trail off suddenly, and I notice your face flush as if you said something embarrassing. You clear your throat quickly before smiling at me sheepishly, head tilted in curiosity, "So uh... what's all this about?"

Cute? I can't help but smile at your response, and decide to make my intentions clear. "Isn't it obvious, silly? I-" I pause a moment and step closer, then kneel on the floor before you. "I've really liked you for a long time and I'm so lucky to have you in my life," I teasingly glide my fingers along your thigh, gazing up at you with longing. "I want to be a good girl for you tonight and show you how much you mean to me, if you'll let me."

You look into my eyes thoughtfully, and after a moment you reach out to cup my face under my chin. There's a hazy look in your eyes, and I find myself lost in them. You scan my face as if searching for something, and your thumb gently brushes across my bottom lip. A shiver courses through me.

"Yeah, I'd like that," you reply. You lean down and slowly press your lips against mine. "I didn't know you liked me, too." You kiss me again, this time harder. A flash of heat surges between my legs. I respond in kind, nibbling on your bottom lip before lightly lapping at your mouth with my tongue, requesting entrance. You oblige me, and our tongues dance together with an insatiable hunger. I need more.

My hands move automatically, guided by the fever rapidly engulfing me. My fingers glide from your thighs to your crotch, and impatiently start to unzip your bottoms. I make a soft sound of protest against your lips as I'm met with resistance. We pull our mouths apart just enough for you to help me tug them down and out of the way. I glance down and the prize I was searching for greets me: your thick cock stands at attention and I can't help but bite my lip in anticipation.

I capture your lips with my own once again and our hands search each others' bodies. You cup one of my breasts and grab at the nipple, teasing me. A soft moan escapes me and my fingers thread through your hair, arching into your touch. After a few moments, I pull away, cheeks flushed with desire, "Please, Master, would you let me take care of you?" I gaze into your eyes, searching desperately for permission, "I-I want to touch you and taste you so bad."

You smile, face flushed as your hand caresses my cheek tenderly. "Yeah, be a good girl for me and help me out."

I can't help but return your smile. I get myself into position and take your cock into my hand. The tip glistens with pre-cum and I lick my lips in anticipation. I lean down to lap it all up, cleaning the mess I helped to make like a good maid. My tongue glides along your shaft, and I stop to suckle on your balls for a few moments. You hum low contentedly. Spurred on by your approval, I take your cock in my mouth, teasingly starting with just the tip, before slowly filling my mouth with it, until I bottom out at your balls.

Your fingers softly run through my hair, and I see you sink back into the couch, head tilted back in pleasure. My head bobs up and down, mouth hugging your cock as I work to make you feel good. Your taste and your scent eggs me on, and thoughts of your cum filling me up floods my mind. Your grip on my hair tightens and you moan softly. One of my hands travels down between my legs to start playing with myself through my panties. They're completely soaked at this point and the thought of being such a cumslut only serves to make me more aroused.

Your legs start to tense and you look down at me with lidded eyes, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum if you keep that up."

I perk up at this and pull you out of my mouth to look up and beg, "Please cum in my mouth, Master. I need it so bad." Desperate for more, I take you back inside and increase my pace, my ass poking out from under my short, frilly skirt as I lean into it. The sloppy sounds of me milking your cock and your groans fill the room.

Suddenly, you grip my head and thrust into my mouth repeatedly, "I'm cumming, holy shit." Hot, thick ropes of cum flood my mouth as you ride out your orgasm. I can't hold back a groan myself as the taste of you nearly overwhelms my senses. I swallow it down, careful not to let any of it go to waste like a good maid. I slowly pull away from your cock, strings of saliva dripping from my slightly agape mouth. My eyes meet yours and you smile at me, breathing heavily. As if suddenly remembering what just happened, I blush and return a shy smile, wiping at my lips to clean myself up some. "Um, so how was that? I hope it felt good."

Your brows raise at my question and you get a twinkle in your eye that I recognize whenever you have an idea. You cup my face and lean over to kiss me again, softly. "It was amazing. You did so well," you whisper. "Now be good and come up here; you deserve a reward" you pat your lap a few times.

I quickly oblige and get up, noticing that your cock is still hard even after filling my mouth with that delicious treat, "Yes, Master," I whisper in response. I feel a wetness drip down into my panties as I stand, and bite at my lip in anticipation. "Please, I want you so bad. Do whatever you'd like with me," I say as I straddle you on the couch, face flushed and eyes hazy with desire.

You grip my hips and pull them down to meet yours, teasingly grinding your thick rod against my soaked panties. I groan and try to buck my hips in a desperate attempt for more of that delicious friction, but you firmly hold me in place. You kiss me hard and then leave a trail of kisses down the side of my neck, before you start to nibble on it. I make a small noise of frustration and you lock eyes with me.

"Tell me what you want. Beg for it like a good girl."

Your command sends a shiver through me. "I- I need you, Master. I need you to fuck me so bad. Please."

You smile in response and kiss me again. "Good girl," you mutter against my lips. Your hands rush to my top and you yank it and my bra out of the way, pushing up my tit and exposing my bare nipple. You lean forward to grasp it in your mouth, rolling it between your lips and suckling on it, softly at first, then harder. I moan and lean forward on the couch to stabilize myself, and you grip my hip with your other hand, forcing my dripping pussy to grind against your rod, coating it in my juices.

You pull your mouth away from my chest and squeeze my ass playfully before you smile at me. "Turn around, and take your panties off."

I climb off you and do as I'm told, turning around and bending down to slide my lacy white thong down my legs and toss it to the side, giving you a generous view of my ass and pussy lips beneath my skirt. I sit back onto your lap and one of your arms wraps around my waist, while the other paws at my exposed tits, gripping them and tugging on my nipples. Your lips brush against my ear, and your hot breath tickles me as you whisper "Look at how wet my girl is." Your hand moves down to my pussy, and you start to stroke my lips with your fingers, slowly at first, then building up to a steady rhythm. I moan and squirm under your touch.

"I can't help it when you're doing things like that to me... "

My heart is thumping so hard I wonder if you can hear it, too. My whole body is flushed, the heat spreading and threatening to consume me. You slip one finger inside me and slowly begin to thrust in and out, before a second, and a third, while your other hand teases one of my nipples. I can't hold back the moans anymore. "Please," I manage to breathe out. "Please, Master, I need you. Please fuck me."

You chuckle softly against my ear. "That's my girl." Suddenly you lift me up and I hear you shuffle around before you lower my hips back down, and your cock presses against my pussy. The heat of your skin against mine is almost too much to bear, and I let out a low moan as you finally slide into me, granting my wish. I take you in slowly until you're buried deep to the hilt, my ass resting on your thighs. Suddenly, you smack my ass and I wince a bit from the sting, but it only adds to my desire. "Be a good girl and work that ass for me," you whisper into my ear.

Unable to hold back, I lift my hips until your shaft is almost out of me, before I come back down and bury it back inside. The feeling of your cock filling me up drives me wild, and I wiggle my hips as I desperately bounce up and down on it, over and over. You groan softly and smack my ass again. "Ah, Master, it's so good. Your dick is so good, fuck." The sound of our bodies moving together, your shallow breaths, it's too much. I feel a familiar, hot pressure building between my legs, begging to be released.

"Fuck, you're such a good girl," you say, sitting up to grab at my tits again and twist and pull at my nipples. "You want it, don't you? You want to cum?"

Panting like an animal in heat, I manage to respond weakly with "Yes, Master. Please, can I cum? Please?" My hips slam down to meet yours with every thrust, my mind going blank.

"Be a good girl and cum for me." You reach forward to rub at my clit while your cock fills me to the brim.

"T-thank you, Master, I'm gonna cum-" I feel the pressure coiling inside me as your command sets me free, and I cry out loudly as my back arches, waves of pleasure rocking my body, over and over, my pussy squeezing around your dick.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum again," You quickly slide out of me, and suddenly hot streams of your cum mark my ass and lower back. My legs quiver, threatening to buckle underneath me as I try to stand up. You chuckle and gently help me off your lap, then pull me close to you on the couch. We're both trying to catch our breath, and I lean against you to nuzzle your neck for a few moments, before resting my head on your chest and listening to your heart race. Your fingers run gently through my hair, and you kiss the top of my head. I sigh

"Damn. Wasn't expecting all that," you say with a grin, leaning your head back against the couch. "You make a damn hot maid, y'know that?"

My cheeks flush at the compliment. "T-thank you," I say with a shy smile. "See? I told you B-movie nights can be fun. I've got a whole list of 'em for the next time."

"Hey, whoa, hang on. Does the next B-movie night come with another costume party?"

"Hm," I tilt my head thoughtfully. "Well, if you have a request and wanna help dress me up, I may be willing to consider it," I wink and bite my lip playfully.

You sigh dramatically. "Alright, alright. Another B-movie night it is, then." You pull me close to you and we both chuckle as we settle into the afterglow.