I watched her sleep.
Dressed in nothing by a lacy camisole and matching boy shorts. It contrasted with her golden skin. Her long, relaxed hair fell in layers around her face and I gently pushed a few of the strands back.
Her legs curled beneath her on my plain cream couch, the dragon tattoo that ran done her right thigh never failed to turn me on. I always imaged eating her out while that thigh was pressed against me like the live serpent, pulling me in deeper and deeper.
Tasha had the perfect body to me, probably because she inspired my preference. Curvy all her life, Tasha had ass and tits to spare and had no problem flaunting the fact.
Her nipples showed through the sheer underwear, those big, beautiful breasts hardly contained. It was those breasts that made me realize that I was in love with Tasha. It happened at the mall when we went shopping for new bras since she had already outgrown those she bought the year before. Born only two days apart, we were both sixteen at the time yet I only graduated to an A cup. Tasha had already been on size D.
I was in the dressing room helping her try on what felt like the gazillionth one when she told me about her new boyfriend and his fascination with her breasts. Breasts I found myself sneaking a peek at way too often.
She placed my hand on her breast and describing their last make out session, said, "It felt so good, Denie. Oh and then he sucked them!"
Testing the weight of them, I looked into her eyes and the air in the tiny room changed.
"How'd he do it?" I asked her.
I caressed and squeezed her breasts to her instruction, pinching her nipples when she said. Up to this day, I don't know anyone whose breasts were as sensitive. She had to bite her lip to contain her moans and still the sales assistant came up to the booth to ask if everything was alright.
Rubbing up against me, she'd said, "Use your mouth."
I fitted my mouth over her nipple and sucked. It was not long before she was riding my legs, her moisture soaking in to the leg of my pants. She bit my shoulder when she came, though it did not stifle all the tiny sounds she made. I have no idea how long passed but when she lifted her head, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed, I realized how gorgeous she was and fell head over heels. In that moment I knew why I had no interest in boys.
That was the only sexual experience we've ever had though.
I tried to hide what I was for years and when I finally did come out, Tasha supported me.
She stuck by me when my parents divorced, claiming my orientation as the last straw in their troubled marriage. She had no problem giving anyone a piece of her mind in my defense. She came to every major event in my life. She was there for me and I was there for her. That was our pact, sealed by the scars in the center of our right palms.
Though I always wonder what she would do if I put the moves on her, I was terrified of jeopardizing our friendship. It was the only constant in my life. I couldn't stand to lose her even if her status in my life remained only friend.
She shifted into her sleep, snuggling deeper against my side and making the cutest little sound in the back of her throat. The muted television flashed pale light across her face and reminded me of the tears she shed earlier.
She showed up at my doorstep this morning, angry and announcing her boyfriend Ted had dumped her after she found him cheating.
Forgoing my plan to spend the Saturday lazing in bed, I made it my mission to cheer her up. We made a girls' day out of it. We went shopping, had a manicure and pedicure and had an expensive lunch before returning to my apartment. I asked her to sleep over and we finished the day off by watching a chick flick, half of which Tasha did not see since she dozed off on my shoulder.
Looking at her, so beautiful and full of spirit, I wondered why she did this to herself. This was not the first Ted she dated. It probably won't be the last either. She had a penchant for choosing the wrong guy. With her looks and personality she could do so much better.
A stubborn lock of hair fell back over her brow and I pushed it back, loving the way my hand stood out against her face. Dark chocolate to her fairness. The color of our skin notwithstanding, I was the polar opposite of Tasha in looks. My hair was cut short and I wore it natural. Whereas Tasha was petite and thick, I was tall, slender and all angles.
I wanted her softness. I wanted to suck on those tits again, to see if they were as sweet as the pink-brown berries I remembered. To finally sip of her juicy lips and taste every inch of skin. I have fantasized about us in every possible position, inventing a few on those lonely nights when my pussy wept for her and her alone.
The list of things I wanted to do to her was endless. I would use my strap-on on her, making her beg for me to fuck her harder as I held her up against the wall. I would hold her down against any and every available surface and stick my face between her legs for hours on end until she was weak with orgasm and could not take anymore. I would-
I squirmed, the movement uncontrollable. My panties were already soaked. They always were in her presence. I knew if I looked down, I would find my nipples poking at the fabric of my tank top.
Taking a deep breath I closed my eyes and tried to regain control of my scattered senses.
A cool palm touched my thigh and I jumped, my eyes flying open. She was looking up at me with those deep brown eyes. "What are you thinking about?"
"Uh-"
How did I tell my best friend that I've wanted to fuck her brains out for more than ten years?
I didn't.
I tried to think of a nonchalant response but before I could, she said, "I can smell you, you know. Hot and musky."
Her hand travelled higher and cupped my wet crotch. I arched into the touch, my gasp loud in the nighttime. She rubbed me through the wet cloth and I wished I hadn't put on the pajama bottoms.
She met my eyes boldly and said, "I've always wondered what it's like to be with another woman. To be with you, really.
I could not breath, speak. All I could do was feel.
She pushed her hand through the top of my pants and under the waist band of my thong. I was so slick, her finger parted my lips with ease, stroking over my hard clit.
Oh God. I was only seconds away from blowing.
