One moment Astra was chopping vegetables for the rice she was going to make. The next moment, there was a sweet, sweet pull of hair that put her body in attention and made her feel like melting at the same time. And in the third moment, she realised it was her best friend of 19 years that had put her in that position. Astra pushed Freyja away, speechless, shocked and about to get very, very angry.
"What the hell do you think you are doing? Have you gone mad?"
"Astra, listen to me."
"Oh no. You listen to me. You're my best friend. I would do anything for you. I would die for you. But this? Not this? NEVER this."
Freyja had spent her life being the good girl, listening to everyone, at times even being a punching bag for everyone's emotions when they went haywire. But she had always believed her best friend would be on her side. Always. However, her best friend was getting angry.
Freyja roved her eyes on the person standing in front of her. Breathing hard, face flush, nipples pebbling and pointedly visible through the garb and the apron - the vegetables and knife forgotten. Even the slight pressing together and shifting of thigh did not miss her eyes today. But it was the angry expression that steeled her resolve.
Not today. No more.
No more being the good girl, the understanding friend, the obedient person. She was done being nice to everyone. That had got her nothing in life. Freyja decided in those few minutes what she was going to do. She could suddenly see her future with crystal clarity with open eyes. It was desperate, filthy yet freeing and peaceful. And it began with the submission of her best friend.
Freyja got up from where she had fallen when Astra pushed her. With purpose marking her stride, she walked to where Astra stood, suddenly feeling taller, stronger and more powerful than her best friend. Eyebrows bunched together and eyes set, she angrily bunched Astra's hair in her hand again, dragged her to the nearest wall and banged her body on it. Then using her bigger, plumpier body as a physical restraint, she stood in front of Astra. Their bodies weren't simply touching. She was using her body weight to keep Astra in place, not allowing her even the tiniest of wiggle room. She stretched both of Astra's arms over her head, pressed them in the wall and held them in place using her left hand. Her right hand snaked through her hair and held her neck from the back, keeping her head in place.
Freyja crashed her lips to Astra's, a reluctant participant in the licking. She tried and tried to get her to open her mouth by the touch of her lips and her tongue but Astra would not budge. Freyja lost her little remaining patience and bit her lower lips hard. Astra could not control the exclamation of pain and opened her mouth - the only chance Freyja needed. She did not bother to warm up her reluctant partner anymore. She thrusted her tongue in Astra's mouth and felt that soft tongue she had seen licking condensed water from the rim of glasses so many times. Their tongues clashed - Freyja's wanting to get to every corner of her mouth and Astra's trying to expunge her. Astra did not stop trying.
A minute went by, then two. Slowly, about ten minutes passed and Freyja realised that at least the anger had left Astra' body. She knew Astra's mind was busy trying to process the feeling of what was happening but she also knew the fight in her will be back the moment she moves further. Tongues licking and lips sucking, Freyja slowly moved her head to the side, away from Astra's mouth though it killed her and made a beeline to below her ears - the hollow of her neck moving to the curve of her shoulder. She had only kissed her once when the fight in Astra was back. Freyja kissed her neck - once, twice, thrice. She licked the column of Astra's throat, stopped when she reached her earlobe and began nibbling on it.
Astra liked and did not like what her best friend was doing. Her body and mind were at odds. Her mind knew this was wrong, that she did not have the same feelings towards Freyja but at the same time, her body was trying to tell her something different. Her body was telling her this was what she wanted, she needed. The purpose of her life that she had long been searching for. To give in to what the woman in front of her wanted. To become a slave to the needs of her best friend, always present and ready to take care of the smallest of things she wanted and needed. Astra decided to give one last attempt to take control of the situation again.
