Jennifer and Samantha had been best friends since kindergarten. In seventh grade they started to discover things about themselves and never told the other. By the end of eighth grade their friendship was almost nonexistent. They officially went their separate ways at the beginning of ninth grade.
They had both been goth/punk. Dressed, ate, and breathed that world, that image, because it was who they were.
When they split, Jennifer became the total opposite, she joined the cheerleading squad. Became a total prep. Jennifer had long blond hair that traveled a bit past the middle of her back. She had the bluest eyes anyone had ever seen.
Samantha, at the split, sank deeper into the world she had lived in when she still had her best friend. She cut off her blond hair that had been to her waist. It was a short style, a little longer in the front and styled in the back. She dyed it pink the beginning of senior year. She had dark brown eyes, giving her a mysterious look.
Jennifer was now 5'6 and Samantha was 5'7, both were 18 years old. It was an early May day of their senior year. Both acted like the other didn't exist, both ignored the fact that they used to know everything about each other.
Samantha was leaning against a wall in the nearby park after school, surveying the people walk past.
Jennifer walked by and sat down on a nearby bench. It was late in the day, almost dark. She was still in her cheerleading outfit from practice. Samantha watched as Jennifer's size 32 C breasts went up and down with a deep breath. So much could have been if only… she'd told her how she really felt. But nah, Jennifer wasn't like that anyway.
Jennifer had seen Samantha, but pretended not to notice. She pulled out her journal and a pen and tucked her legs under her and started to write:
May 12th
It's almost dark out now. I'm in the park, Samantha's here. Oh God, how could I have ever let her go. But I had to... our friendship was doomed when I found that out about myself so long ago. It was better it ended while everything was okay. Although nothing is okay. It just sucks with what might have been if she would have felt the same, but I couldn't risk telling her that. Maybe... I'm sick of waiting, and thinking about this, I need to do something… and I know just the thing.
Until next time...
Jennifer
She closed the journal and put that and the pen away. She looked out of the corner of her eye. Samantha was still there. Jennifer just saw her outline. It was now almost completely dark. She noticed Samantha had moved closer while she had been writing. Good, she thought, she should be able to see me then.
Jennifer took a deep breath and looked around. They were the only two people there. Not many come to the park anyway and it's out of the way. No disturbances if this all goes right, she thought.
She slowly started rubbing her nipple through the fabric of her top, then pinched it slightly. She continued rubbing it as her other hand traveled down across her stomach and into the waistline of the skirt. She slowly started rubbing her clit, moaning just loud enough for Samantha to hear. It only took about a minute more.
Samantha was getting turned on. She was sick of wishing, she was gonna do something. She inched closer and closer until she was right in front of her ex-best friend.
"Need some help," she asked.
