Janet and I have known each other since grade school and are the very best of friends. When my breasts weren't developing at the same rate as the other girls, there was no shortage of mean jokes I had to endure through great anger and embarrassment. It was Janet that got me through that rather brutal time in my life, which helped far more than she could ever know. The greatest advantage to having her defend me was her breasts were the largest of anyone and it lessened the torment greatly.
My breasts never did develop a great deal, which I have grown to accept. I've never been one to look at plastic surgery as a solution for my problems and pity anyone that does look externally to solve their problems. If I am content with my body, then to hell with anyone who thinks otherwise. Barely qualifying for A cup bras has some pretty good advantages, which no woman can deny. I can go out without the discomfort of wearing a bra at all, just as long as I am wearing something dark enough to hide my nipples. They may be only a few shades darker than my pale flesh, but it is more than enough to be noticed.
When I came to terms with me being a lesbian, Janet was the first person I told. I had no fear in telling her about my sexual attraction to other women, since we could always talk about difficult things and had no doubt in my mind that she would ever look upon negatively. The first thing she did was to give me a strong hug and we cried together for a long time. She was even there when I told my parents and got me through the initial phase of anger most parents go through upon finding out their children are homosexuals. The anger passed to acceptance and she stood by my side the entire time, which I greatly needed from my friend.
She once asked me, it must have been a good five years ago, if I was attracted to her. Her request had nothing to do with being worried I would make a pass at her, but more along the lines of honest curiosity. When I told her there was no attraction at all, I think she was a little hurt. She asked if it was because she is black, but I assured her it had nothing to do with skin color. It had everything to do with her being too damn skinny. I like women on the heavy side and always have, which pacified her greatly.
From me to be sexually attracted to her would take a great deal more than what she has. About the only thing she has that I like about her body is her ass. There is nothing better than having plenty to grab, which fits her perfectly. Everything else about her is not my idea of a sexy woman. Her tits are medium sized, but definitely too small for my taste. The rest of her body remains with far too little fat. For whatever reason, I like the contrast between my own petite body and a woman with a lot of meat on her bones.
We had planned on moving in together for years and upon graduating high school found an apartment we could afford. Two bedroom apartments are not cheap, but perseverance pays off greatly. We have been living together ever since with little conflict between us. Four years have passed since that moment and our friendship has never struggled. If anything, it has brought us closer together.
There is just one problem between us that has caused the only fights we have had over the years, which comes down to the teams we have always rooted for. We are both big fans of football and we don't exactly root for the same team. The fact is, our teams have one of the most hated rivalries in all of football. It takes a strong friendship to get past something like that and it has not been easy when the season rolls around each year.
The first game between our teams is about to start and she is wearing that disgusting green jersey. Green is definitely not her color to begin with and that particular shade of green is worst of all. Her skin is the color of coal and blue is what looks best on her. Giants blue to be exact, which would look great on her.
The game is about to start and I have a smug look on my face, which makes absolutely no sense to Janet. If anything, she should be the one looking pleased with herself. It isn't like my team is the defending Super Bowl champions. Hell, they only won three games last season, but that doesn't matter one bit for this season. Last season we did not have Saquon Barkley and that makes all the difference in the world.
She can't take any more of my smug face, she snaps at me, "Don't know why your looking like that, Barb. Another season of disappointment for you and another Super Bowl for me."
I grin and say, "Going to be a damned good year for the Giants. Barkley's a beast."
She scowls and says, "Yet to be seen, Barb. Even if he is, Giants are still the Browns of the NFC."
My grin widens as I say, "Think what you will, Janet, but when this game is finished, Eagles are going to wish they played the Browns. Giants are going to kill them today."
Her scowl vanishes into a smile, then she laughs and say, "The Giants would get their asses handed to them by the Browns. There is no way the Giants are doing jack this year. Gutter bound again. Browns are going to turn it around this year and it will be the Giants being alone in the gutter."
My grin vanishes quickly, as I angrily ask, "If you're so certain, how about a bet?"
Her smile widens greatly with all the certainty of already being the victor, then says, "You're on, Barb. What are we betting?"
I look her dead in the eyes and with all the seriousness I can muster, say, "Completely open, Janet. Eagles win, I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want, for as long as you want. Giants win, you do whatever I want, whenever I want, for as long as I want. Deal?"
There is no denying the satisfaction with the terms in her dark, brown eyes, then says, "Deal. I'm never going to have to clean or cook anything around here ever again."
I smirk and say, "We'll see."
The only reason I would ever leave something like that completely open is my hidden anger, but there is no regret. She has no idea what's in store for her and I am going to enjoy this. Her comment about the Browns are not sitting well with me and find myself wanting to do certain things with her. If our friendship can survive this hated rivalry, then surely it can survive her eating my pussy.
There is 10 seconds left in the game, no timeouts left and Eagles are up by four. Janet is laughing and pointing at me. I don't know why when Barkley is back to receive the ball. He has been a beast throughout the game and he came damned close a couple of times to taking it to the house. The kick is up and heads towards the back of the end zone.
Barkley catches it a good nine yards behind the line and starts to haul ass. We are both shouting at the screen, but for very different things to happen. He is hit by the first wave of defenders and almost goes down, but somehow stays on his feet. He finds an opening and takes off like a man possessed. The secondary misses altogether and the only one that has any chance of stopping him is the kicker and that never goes well particularly well. A good stiff arm to the chest sends him flying back onto his ass and Barkley is in for the win.
Janet hold her head in her hands and says, "Can't believe it. What the hell just happened?"
I know she wasn't actually asking me, but I can't help myself, as I say with a massive grin, "The Eagles met Barkley and lost. Told you the guy's a beast. Now about that bet."
She starts to shake her head into her hands and says, "Can't believe it. I just can't believe it. How the hell did this happen?"
I rub her back softly and smile, then ask, "Did I tell you Barkley's beast? I seem to recall something along those lines. Now getting back to the bet, Janet."
Her hands drop, but her head remains down, as she says, "Fine. I know, Barb. You won and I lost."
I continue to rub her back softly and ask, "And what did I win?"