"I've wanted to fuck you for years now," Chelsea sighed, tension melting from her chest and shoulders as the words slipped out of her mouth. It felt so good to release the weight of that secret, to let all those filters and barriers collapse and tell Amy everything that had been on her mind for so long. It was the most liberating sensation she could possibly imagine, and just getting it out into the open at last made her whole body sag into the couch cushions with delightful, soothing relaxation. She wasn't worried about what Amy would say at all. She wasn't worried about anything.
She just kept talking, spilling her secrets in a loose, sleepy monotone that made her sound ever so slightly stoned. "Ever since that trip to New Orleans, when you went off with that guy and his girlfriend and told me not to wait up for you. I spent the whole night wondering what you were doing, whether you were kissing her pussy the same way you kissed her lips back at the bar, and I spent the rest of the trip sneaking glances every time you raised your shirt to get beads. I... I think about you a lot, Ames. I probably masturbate two, three times a week remembering your tits."
The hitch in her breath almost sounded like hesitation, but Chelsea knew better. She could feel the furtive intensity of all those masturbation sessions, dripping lazily into her mind like the slow feed of an intravenous drug and concentrating that stoned, sleepy feeling that flooded her brain and made it so easy to let the words spill out. "You've got such amazing boobs, Amy. It's why I always suggest things like hot tubbing and pool parties and trips to the beach. I know you're going to wear one of those tight little bikinis that show the edges of your big pink nipples and I can jill off at the end of the night thinking about you."
It was a little strange when Chelsea thought about it, this sudden urge to confess all of her deep, hidden feelings to her oldest friend. So she didn't. It was really easy not to think about things when she could feel Amy's finger on her forehead, constantly tracing a slow, sleepy spiral around and around on her warm, sensitive skin. Trailing all the way in... and then all the way out. All Chelsea had to do was focus on the motion of the finger and let the words flow past her lips. Everything else could become dim and distant and unimportant. She smiled, so happy that she was so good at... at...
"Sometimes I daydream about being tied up," Chelsea blurted out, the revelation bursting in her brain with a pleasure that wiped away all her other thoughts in a wave of pure, undiluted ecstasy. "When we all found out you were going to Boston to visit a kink convention, and Melanie and Laura were making all those jokes about leather and whips and stuff, I didn't say anything because I thought you'd be able to hear my voice crack. But I think a, a lot about being made... helpless. Bound with my legs behind my head and my cunt exposed. M-most of the time it's you doing the tying."
She sighed again, her thoughts dissolving even further into peace and pleasure as each secret finally escaped the recesses of her innermost fantasies. She didn't know why she hadn't said anything sooner. Of course Amy wasn't shocked or repelled or horrified by Chelsea's desires. She shared them all herself. All those fears that Chelsea was too fat or too short or the wrong color were just her own self-doubts messing with her, and there was no judgment in her friend's gentle, soothing touch. Only soft, warm relaxation and... and...
"In my fantasies, you... nnnnh. You play with my pussy. N-not always fast, sometimes you really like to tease me. And I, I can't do anything because it's not my fingers doing the touching. It's yours. I mean, it is mine, but it doesn't feel like mine, you know?" Chelsea knew she wasn't doing a good job of explaining it, but her mind was distracted by the image of Amy's pale pink fingers slowly stroking up and down Chelsea's slick, light brown folds. She could feel the slow, torturous pleasure seeping through her brain as she remembered all those times when her hand stopped feeling like it belonged to her at all, when it became simply an extension of the Amy in her fantasies and her mind sank into rapturous fascination as she gave in to the illusion in her head.
She could really feel it, Chelsea realized distantly. Not just imagine it but genuinely feel her own fingers skating across the wet, sensitized skin of her labia, dipping into the cleft between her thighs and coming away soaked with musky fluids that she used to slowly paint her own arousal onto her flesh. Her skirt was up around her waist, her panties entirely gone. She had one leg down on the floor, the other hanging loosely off the back of the couch. She was entirely exposed to Amy's gaze. When had she... when did she... when...
"I, unnnnh, all those times I listened to. To you, talking about your wild weekends, your play parties, I... I was pretending to be supportive, but I really just wanted to hear about you having sex, Ames. I'm sorry, I should have been honest with you from the beginning. I just wanted to listen to you tell me all about the women licking cum out of your pussy, about what it was like to be hypnotized and fucked in front of a whole crowd of people. I couldn't get enough of it, it's been fueling my daydreams for so long. I've wanted you for so fucking long, Amy." God, it felt so wonderful to get that off her chest. Like her shirt. Chelsea pinched her dark brown nipple tightly with her free hand, a moan slipping out of her mouth as she slipped deeper into warm, comfortable relief.
"Wuhhh, waaaaa..." It felt like it was getting harder to talk, the pleasure building in the back of Chelsea's brain until her mind was almost overwhelmed with it, but then she focused on Amy's finger again. She let the pleasure flow over her and around her while she allowed her thoughts to center only on the spiral tracery on her fawn-colored skin, and the orgasm that threatened to capsize her thoughts into mindless ecstasy subsided into another surge of hot, wet euphoria between her thighs. Cumming would distract her too much. She needed to share everything with her friend. All of the truths she'd been hiding for far too long.
