I never planned on fucking my best friend. But when it happened, it was raw and filthy and exactly what we both needed.
We had been tight since college, me and Jenna. Same apartment, same late-night pizza runs, same complaints about shitty boyfriends. She was the one I called when I got dumped, the one who dragged me out drinking when I moped too long. We never crossed the line. Not until that night.
It started with a bottle of tequila and a stupid game of truth or dare on her couch. The AC was busted, so we were both in tank tops and shorts, skin sticking to the leather. Jenna dared me to tell her the dirtiest thing I had ever done. I told her about the time I let a guy fuck me in the backseat of his car while his friend watched. She laughed, low and throaty, then said, “Bet you wish it was me watching.”
The air changed. I looked at her mouth. She looked at mine. Next thing I knew, her hand was on my thigh, fingers sliding up under the hem of my shorts.
“You ever think about it?” she asked, voice already rough. “Us?”
I didn’t answer with words. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard, tongue pushing past her lips like I had been waiting years. She tasted like lime and salt. Her hands were already under my top, squeezing my tits, thumbs flicking my nipples until they ached.
We didn’t make it to the bedroom. She shoved me back on the couch and yanked my shorts down. No panties underneath. Jenna grinned like she had won something. “Look at that wet pussy. Been saving it for me?”
Her mouth was on me before I could answer. She licked straight up my slit, slow and filthy, then sucked my clit like she was starving. I grabbed her hair and ground against her face, moaning loud enough for the neighbors to hear. She slid two fingers inside me without warning, pumping hard while her tongue worked my clit in tight circles.
“Fuck, Jenna, right there,” I gasped. She curled her fingers and I came so fast my legs shook, juices coating her chin. She didn’t stop. She kept licking, softer now, drawing it out until I was twitching.
Then it was my turn. I pulled her tank top off and sucked on her nipples, biting just enough to make her curse. She was already soaked when I got her shorts off. I pushed her legs apart and buried my face between them. She was shaved smooth and tasted sweet. I tongue-fucked her hole while my fingers rubbed her clit, listening to the wet sounds fill the room.
“Harder,” she begged. “Make me come on your face.”
I did. She came with a sharp cry, thighs clamping around my head, her pussy pulsing against my tongue. We didn’t stop there. She pulled me up, kissed me deep so we could taste each other, then dragged me to the floor. We scissored right there on the rug, clits grinding together, slick and hot. Every thrust made us moan louder. Sweat dripped down my back. Her nails dug into my ass, pulling me closer.
We switched positions twice more that night. Once with her on top, riding my thigh while she fingered me. Once with me behind her, two fingers deep in her ass while I licked her pussy from the back. She came again, screaming my name.
By morning we were tangled on the couch, sticky and sore, but neither of us regretted a thing. Jenna looked at me, smirked, and said, “Round two in the shower?”
I was already pulling her up by the hand. Best friends fuck different when the line finally breaks. We never went back.
