Best Friends
The sunlight warmed my face as the gentle sun peeked out from behind the clouds. Today things felt mellow and calm as I walked home from school. My shoes scrapped the loose grit on the floor as my and my best friend talked.
The convosations were normal teenage chatter. About homework and classes and boys. Unlike me she had a steady relationship with a boy called Mark. Mark and her had been in a relationship for a few years now. I normally ducked and dived in and out of relationships that only last a month. Two at the most.
Emily had long blonde hair that corkscrewed in tight curls with beautiful blue eyes and wears no make-up whatsoever. She didn't need to. Her beauty was magnificent. On her cheeks she had a splattering of freckles. She acted like a tomboy and was one indeed with a tinny tiny waist.
Me. Well I had poker straight lilac purple hair with real rare purple eyes. I always framed my eyes with thick Cleopatra styled eyeliner and heavy black eyelashes. I had a natural pale complexion and very few spots. I had a slim waist but I was taller than her for sure. So I was basically your everyday 18 year old emo.
We were both in our school uniforms as we walked down the ally way behind the houses. Trees swayed as we talked about nonsense and acted like five year olds. But we were still friends. Best friends.
"Hey! What about we cut through the forest to get home?" Emily asked as she pivoted on one foot.
"I 'suppose so. Why?" I asked. I wiped my brow and looked at her.
"It's so fucking hot out!" she laughed." Just thought we could rest in the shade for a bit."
"Actually that's not a bad idea." I smiled.
"Of course it isn't. It came from me!" she laughed and I poked her arm with a finger.
"Slut!" I cried to her with a smile. "Whore!" "Bitch!" "Maggot!"
"Maggot?" I asked. I looked at her with an odd face before she answered.
"Yup maggot you filthy cocksucker!" Emily laughed.
"Hey your the one with the boyfriend who can barley muster the courage to snog you!" I pinned back.
Don't be alarmed. We did this like every week. It's a spur of the moment 'Hey lets insult each other!' moment where no one really cares.
We entered the forest and the heat was bearable here. We followed the gravel path to a chair my great grandad built to put in here. It was a made for two bench with real logs to build. Where the ivy and flowers have grown over the years, it has wound themselves into the wood. It like a little fairy chair.
We both flopped down on the bench in a heavy sigh. I fumbled with my shirt and unbuttoned the first few. The cool air cupped my tits and cooled them down. I sighed in relief.
Emily had her eyes closed enjoying the cool breeze. And then she popped out a bizarre comment.
"I wish I had a boyfriend who actually took charge ya know?" she smiled at me with a sad smile.
" Yeah. You get them though in the world." I looked at her. She looked at me.
"When I was 12 I always thought that someday Mark was gonna take my virginity but now? I'm so confused." she said.
"Maybe it's time to dump him and move on." I offered." Let's face it. Your bored out of your mind. Move on girl!"
She giggled."Is it wrong that I wanna be kissed by a girl?" her voice suddenly grew serious.
"Well Katy Perry liked it." I laughed.
"No Tam. Seriously." her face was a serious as Lord Allen Sugar.
"Okay. Well I 'suppose if you know the girl then yeah. It's fine." I smiled at her.
"Tamani, what about you?" she smiled cutely.
" I'm an emo. And you have a boyfriend. I thought you didn't like emos. Well not like them just dislike them. Then why are we-" her lips smothered my endless babble of stupidity. Her hands were on my cheeks as she slipped her tounge in. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. One hand dropped from my cheek to my proud natural 38D breasts. She groped them until I pulled away.
"We can't. Think about Mark. We can't betray him. He is my friend more than your boyfriend." I said.
"No. I'm going to call it off. I need a lover like you." she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes.
I looked away for a moment. I was already bi before her. I had a few experiences but not with virgins. Normally I went for older women. Say roughly 25-30. And trust me. They fuck hard. But popping her cherry seemed to turn me on.
"But were best friends!" I whispered.
"I don't give a fuck I want you!" she growled erotically."Meet me tonight at mine. My parents are out."
"Okay!" I said. I kissed her one last time and were both went our separate ways.
*** I stood outside her door. I could hear her dog barking as the doorbell chimed. I stood there in my tightest leather shorts and a black g-string underneath. And a hot pink corset with black lace and string holding it together. In my hand I held a bag full of toys. I had a strapon, dildo (9 nich and a 6 inch) and a double 16 inch dildo (8 inch each).
She opened the door an my heart stopped. She only wore a white lace bra and panties.
