I've been friends with Missy for years. We met at work, the local movie theatre where neither of us works anymore. At the time we both had boyfriends. That is no longer the case. A few weeks ago Missy and I were drinking heavy at a party. It was a group of our closest friends gathered at Missy's house. We were sharing a giant bowl of lifesavers. When Missy took the last one I punched her in the shoulder because it was red, my favorite. Grinning fiendishly she leaned toward me and stuck out her tongue.
"You want it? Come and get it." she said laughing.
When I leaned forward I fully intended to just take the candy out of her mouth with my tongue. I was so surprised when she started kissing me that it actually took me a minute to realize that I was kissing her back. It was strange. I had never kissed a girl before, never thought too deeply about it and yet here I was making out with my best friend. Her mouth was hot and sweet and she was a better kisser than any guy I had ever kissed. Her lips were soft and her tongue plunged into my mouth, not down my throat the way so many guys tend to kiss. Kissing her was like....well I can't really explain it. It was amazing. I could have stayed there kissing her forever except that someone came in and interrupted us. Of course, we chalked it up to drunken stupidity, especially being everyone was teasing us about it.
I treated it as casually as she when really I wanted to do it again. I wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. I wanted to touch her everywhere and taste her whole body. It wasn't too much longer before I got my chance.
When Missy lost her job she showed up on my doorstep with a bottle of vodka. It wasn't too long before we were laughing drunkenly on the couch. Her hand wandered to my thigh and I smile dreamily into her eyes. God, I just wanted to fuck her.