Bestie Sluts Forever

Chloe and I spent every single day together when I was 21. As my closest friend and co-worker, she always made our uneventful retail job so much fun. She made my entire life so much fun. Life is a waste if you aren't enjoying it, she would say.

One day at the pretentious upscale clothing boutique where we both worked, we found ourselves watching each other try on tiny little club dresses in the fitting room. She was a fiery redhead with soft curls that cascaded down to the small of her back. She stood 5 feet tall in heels. I watched her turn 360 in the mirror in the tiniest tube dress. "Do you like it?" she blinked with her huge blue eyes.

We slipped in the back room, giggling and sharing sips from my zebra-print flask all shift. We always found any excuse to touch each other, and neither of us really understood why.

As Chloe did my makeup in the staff room that evening, I tried to sit still, but found myself staring at her beautiful fresh freckled face, her red lipstick always perfection, her smiling kissable lips, and my whole body started tingling. Me, having no idea why I suddenly became so nervous.

"Sluts do what they're told and sit still!" she joked, pushing me on the shoulder. I laughed, snapping out of it, but could feel my whole face flush red.

Within the hour, we were already tipsy and closed up the shop. Chloe locked the shop door and we stumbled in our tallest heels toward downtown to our favourite dive bar.

Waiting for us was her latest boyfriend, and whoever was trying to get with me that week. We hear the bass of the 2000s dance rap blasting as we show our IDs. Smiling seductively, she grabs my hand to find the dance floor, ignoring the boys who are surely looking for us. My body heats up with the rush of her soft hand. We dance for what feels like 30 seconds, and when she sees the boys searching for us from across the dancefloor, she grabs my hand again, while we laugh, running to the ladies' room.

Chloe pulls me behind her into a stall, proclaiming loudly that she has to pee. I lock the stall for her, reading the graffiti on the inside of the door. Fuck me, it says. I turn around to find her not peeing, but staring at me, still. She is frozen and just staring at me like she has something to say. My body is electric. I reach out and brush a red curl off her cheek, and she puts both her soft hands on my waist, pulling it toward her. She stands on her tiptoes, and her cherry lips kiss me hard. My body is on fire.

I lean into her, kissing her deeply, her tongue is soft, our tongues touching, and suddenly my hands are in her hair.

Moving faster, her hands take down the tiny straps of my tank dress and grab my tits, the ones I caught her eyeing up today while I was trying on this dress in front of her. She kisses my neck, then my collarbone, then licks my nipple piercing and giggles. She looks up at me to see me completely lost in this haze, smiling while her soft tongue licks my nipple. She kisses my wet lips again and she can't get enough, shoving me up against the stall door, hands gripping my bare shoulders.

Then in this moment, I become someone else and push my hips into her hips, grabbing her waist, and kiss her hard. She moans quietly, but not like anyone could hear us over the pounding bass outside. With both hands, I feel her round bubble ass under her short dress. I know she is wearing a red thong. For me, I thought. I wanted to rip it off all day. I slid one of my fingers underneath it into her silky wetness and she gasps, and I gasp too. I had never done that before but it was so natural. I slid my wet finger to her clit and lightly rubbed it, and she started breathing heavily while kissing my lips, smearing her red lipstick on both of our faces. Her pussy was mine now.

I pulled her soaked red panties to the side and slid one of my fingers in her dripping wet pussy. She takes it so easily, she was dying for it, so I slid in another. She moans with surprise in my ear and it gives me goosebumps. My fingers are finding all of the spots inside her that I know make me feel good. I just want to please her. I need her to be mine. I need her to let me do this again.

Pushing her backward, I clumsily pick her up and set her on the back of the toilet, kicking down the lid. Spreading apart her legs, her heels still on her little feet, I can see her perfect pink pussy, dripping for me, bewilderment on her face, red lipstick smiling at me, wondering what's coming next.

I am dying to taste her. I slowly come forward and lightly touch my tongue to her gorgeous clit. Licking it slowly, making her gasp. Then sucking on it, making her moan, and it tastes so good, like in my dreams, like it wasn't my first time.

She throws her head back and I am kissing and tasting her hot juicy cunt, getting creamier and tastier, delicious and so pretty, and I can't get enough. I need to eat it, and my own panties are completely soaked. My pussy is throbbing. I take my fingers and touch her wetness, then lick them for her to see. And I start to fuck her tight pussy that is now tightening and swelling, pulsing and I know she is about to cum for me.

"Cum for me, slut," I whisper. "Sluts do what they're told," I whisper. Chloe squeals and laughs, her head thrown back and back arched. My mouth licks and sucks on her pink flesh and juicy clit, pounding her pussy with my hand.

She makes an animal sound and then she gushes all over my hand, dripping onto the floor and my heels. She gasps, surprised, slightly embarrassed. "What just happened!" I come up and kiss her hard on the mouth just as someone's fist bangs on the stall door. "Coming!" she yells, melting into her signature hysterical giggles.