"You're serious?"
"Completely serious."
Serrell smiled his wide smile at her. He was so handsome, and it made Alesone happy that he liked to be in her company. She also liked that it made Fleur jealous, even though they never told her what they got up to together. In the last couple of years, Alesone's friendship with Serrell had evolved into flirtation, then stolen kisses, followed lately by a lot of practically-but-not-actual sex.
With Serrell about to leave for Ironforge for a yearlong training period, to become an officer in the palace army, this seemed like the right thing to do.
"Come to my rooms this evening," Alesone said. "On official business, of course. By order of the High Princess."
At exactly the time Alesone indicated, there was a knock at her door. Serrell was there, carrying something in a canvas bag. "I brought some wine," he told her. "I assume you have glasses?"
Alesone nodded. She thought she'd feel nervous, but she didn't. It felt comfortable to have him in her rooms, like when they were small. He opened the bottle, then offered her a glass. They tapped their glasses together, then both took a sip.
"This is very romantic of you," Alesone noted.
"Don't get any ideas," he said. He'd always assured her their relationship was strictly friendship, even with the extracurricular activities they got up to.
"You're sure you've never done this with anyone before?" Alesone wanted to know.
"You'll be my first. I like that, Sunnie," he said, using her childhood nickname, and smiled. "I imagine there will be other women as soon as I get to Ironforge. In fact, I'm counting on it." Alesone rolled her eyes. "But it's important that my first time is with you."
She took his hand then and led him into her bedchamber. She had lit candles all around the bed.
"How very romantic of you," Serrell remarked.
"Don't get any ideas," Alesone repeated. He grinned. That grin got her every time — and she'd grown up seeing it almost every day. She was going to miss him while he was away.
He immediately got onto her bed and settled himself against the pillows, sipping his wine. She sat next to him, enjoying her own wine. She didn't drink very often, so it was already going to her head, making her feel flush in the cheeks — and in other parts of her body.
"When was the last time we were naked together?" Serrell asked musingly.
"Last month?" Alesone replied. "Skinny dipping in the palace fountain when no one else was around."
"That was fun," he said, leaning into her so he could nuzzle her neck. "You have a great body."
"I thought you liked big breasts," Alesone commented dryly, though she was bursting with butterflies at his touch.
"I do. Like Fleur's, you mean?" He straightened and winked at her.
"I'm surprised you've been more interested in me than in her." She sipped her wine.
"You're way more fun," Serrell said. "She's so serious. You've always been game to strip off your clothes with me."
When they'd gone skinny dipping, they hadn't had sex — but it was very close to it. He had sat against the edge of the fountain, pulled her onto his lap, and caressed her breasts. They were pert and petite, filling his palms perfectly. Then he'd rubbed himself against her until he released his seed against her back and into the water.
It was just something they did from time to time. The time before that, they'd met in the stables during the hottest part of the day, when everyone was inside. They'd removed their clothes and slid around together, as their sweat intermingled. He asked if he could put his pulsing erection between her breasts. Although they weren't very ample, she helped pressed them together so he could pump against her until he'd cum, leaving her chest and neck sticky.
She really enjoyed making him orgasm. She enjoyed how he looked at her when they were together, just the two of them. She enjoyed how he looked at her at other times, too, because they shared a secret and because they knew how to give each other pleasure.
"Let's make that happen now," he said, setting his glass down and reaching for her. She put her glass down, too; the wine was gone anyway. She helped him remove her tunic and her leggings until she was exactly how he wanted her.
"Yours, too," she said, pulling at his clothing. Soon they were both naked, his arousal brushing against her thigh, and her opening wet with desire.
Serrell very rarely kissed her, but he did so now, hungrily pressing his mouth to hers. His tongue slid against her lower lip before meeting her tongue. His hands found her breasts, and he rolled her nipples between his fingers. She moaned softly. In response, she took his hard length in her hand, massaging in the way she knew he liked.
"What if," she said, "I'd never asked you what it was like for you to cum?"
He chuckled, his fingers finding her slick opening. "And what if I didn't offer to show you? That's every young man's dream, that he has a best friend who's a girl who he can... be intimate with."
He hadn't flinched at her request, a year ago. He masturbated for her, on the condition that she strip for him and let him look at her while he did so. It had turned her on so much that her desire dripped down her legs and she wanted him to touch her, too. They had been experimenting with each other ever since.
She'd always had a crush on him. They'd been close friends since birth, getting into mischief around the palace, playing games in the servants' quarters, and talking about anything and everything. It was right after her eighteenth birthday that she realized she wanted more — and that she could have it. She was the High Princess after all. It was his duty as a soldier of the realm to do her bidding. Of course, he wouldn't have ever thought to say no.
