It's not every day that someone manages to convince a Mormon girl to set aside her religion for a night, so when it happens, one has to make the most of it.
This is a story of a younger me. And my experiences with my Bestfriend. My younger self was a whole lot more exciting than me now. But I'd like to share with you the story of Sky.
To begin with, Sky is an 18-year-old recent high school graduate, spending a gap year at home before heading to Seattle Washington College of Arts. It's not the best school in the world, but she received some scholarship offers there for theater. She decided she didn't want to live in Logan, Utah anymore, so she figured she might as well go somewhere else. Plus, she loves acting and believes she has the talent to make it big in Hollywood one day.
She stands at 5'7" with a Caucasian background, and her hair is a brunette color, sometimes with a touch of auburn. It's rather plain, not as swirly and flowy as others'. It simply falls straight to her breasts and back. Speaking of which, her breasts are not the largest, just a regular B cup, but they're not the smallest either. She takes care of herself and keeps fit. She goes for a run every morning and visits the gym regularly. Although she's not obsessed with it, Emma goes to the gym too. But we won't talk about Emma just yet.
Beep, beep, beep.
"Thwack!"
"Mmm.God I hate mornings"
"It's 6:30 a.m. Ugh... Why do I hate myself?"
This is a recurring question she asks herself every day. It may seem like a routine to some, but to her, it's a genuine question that she still hopes to find an answer to.
"My panties... are wet. Fuck. Oh, right, haha... That was a good dream."
Last night, she had a dream where she stumbled into her old school naked, and her best friend Emma pulled her aside into the supply closet away from prying eyes. She confessed that she couldn't handle it anymore.
" I would definitely classify that as a wet dream." She chiddied to herself.
She laced up her running shoes after reminiscing for a bit and went for her daily run.
She spends about an hour every morning, it's her daily routine to keep herself looking good and feeling good.
As Sky arrives back home, sweaty from her morning routine, she heads inside and makes her way towards the shower. However, as she walks past her parents' room, she hears some unusual sounds. Sky stops in her tracks and listens intently. "Mmm, God, honey!!!" she hears, causing her face to turn deep red. She quickly runs, nearly tripping, to her room on the other side of the hall.
Panting and slightly startled, Sky lets out a nervous laugh. "Of course, that's what they were doing on a Saturday morning," she murmurs to herself. She turns on the water in the shower, waiting for it to warm up, but can't resist stealing a glance at herself in the mirror.
"Damn, if I were another girl, I'd want to tap this ass too," she thinks as she turns around to check out her behind. Satisfied with what she sees, Sky appreciates her soft yet firm appearance.
Stepping into the shower, her mind drifts back to last night's dream and her parents' activities right across the hall. Almost instinctively, her hands move to her breasts, while the other rests on top of her pussy. She can feel not only the sweat but also the lingering scent of her own desire.
"Mmph," she lets out a whimper as she inserts her finger inside. "Aaaamm," she gasps, pressing her hand against the wall as her legs weaken. Sky adds another finger, sliding them in and out in a rhythm, trying to recall the details of her dream, envisioning Emma's body.
"Yes! God, yes!" she murmurs, fervently pleasuring herself as she approaches climax. She vividly remembers the sight of her best friend orgasming all over her mouth in the dream, with a squirting finale. "Mmmfff, ahhhh!" Sky's legs give way, and she slumps down in the shower, her body convulsing with pleasure. Looking down, she sees her juices covering her fingers. She contemplates tasting it, but the thought of doing so with her own fluids feels somewhat off-putting. Instead, she decides to wash her hands and body, then finishes her shower to get ready for the day.
Sky walks into the kitchen to find her dad cooking breakfast by the stove. He stands tall at 6'1", a handsome man even at 40, though he sports a dad bod. He often jokes that it's proof of his fatherhood rather than just having a daughter. With blond hair, blue eyes, and a complexion similar to Sky's, he exudes a casual charm. He has a 9 o'clock shadow and short hair, the sides trimmed down, giving him the appearance of a soldier after a month without a haircut. Today, he's wearing a soccer shirt, finding comfort in its fabric despite not being a soccer enthusiast.
"Is that bacon I smell?" Sky asks as she takes a seat by the island table in the kitchen.
"Nope, that's my bacon you smell. If you want some, there's still some in the refrigerator," her dad replies with a sly smile.
"Dad! That's like 9 pieces," she responds, feeling defeated.
"I get some, right?" a strong but smooth voice chimes in from behind Sky. It's her mom, a shorter yet gracefully aged woman, resembling an olive-skinned version of Sky. She enters the kitchen with a smile, her hair slightly disheveled from just getting out of bed. Sky knows all too well the real reason for her mom's tousled hair, and the thought makes her shudder.
"But of course, with the price of a kiss per piece," her dad says playfully.
"Oh, is that right?" Sky's mom playfully responds. She walks over to her husband and kisses him softly on the lips, followed by five quick pecks. "Six kisses means six pieces," she declares with a smile.
They all share a laugh, and Sky's dad gives her mom a piece of bacon. He then prepares plates with eggs, hash browns, and bacon for the girls.
"I was just kidding, but I should charge kisses more often," he jokes.
"I'll pass," Sky replies, relieved that her dad didn't ask her for a similar deal.
"Ahh, you won't kiss your old man?" he playfully whines, laughter in his voice.
"She's all grown up, hun. Don't worry; I'll give you enough for both of us," Sky's mom teases, kissing her husband, and spanking his behind.
"Blah, I'm eating," Sky declares, shielding her eyes playfully.
"You know, Sky, there comes a time in every young woman's life..." Sky's dad starts to say, but she quickly interrupts him, jumping up from the table and grabbing her keys. "I'll be with Emma if you need me," she announces, leaving her parents sitting in the kitchen. Sky heads to her car, planning to meet up with Emma.
Meanwhile, in the car, Sky's thoughts turn to her conversation with her dad. "Is it something I said?" he wonders aloud, a touch of concern in his voice.
Driving for about 15 minutes through tree-lined roads, Sky makes her way to Emma's place, which is a little outside of town. She checks her phone to see if Emma is awake.
"You up?" Sky sends a message.
...
No, comes the reply.
"I'm headed over," Sky responds.
...
"Whatever," Emma replies curtly.
"Perfect. Love how nice she is when she texts me," Sky mutters to herself. Emma has been her best friend since they were in 2nd grade, bonding over their shared experience of cutting each other's hair in protest to girls not allowed to cut their hair as short as boys. They even took it a step further by cutting the hair of the girl who had made fun of them. This act of rebellion landed them in detention and earned them a scolding from their parents. While their hair looked strange for weeks, they laughed it off and stood up against bullying from that day forward. Since then, they have been inseparable, even attending homecoming together when they couldn't find dates.
