While her girlfriend is away, $name1 finally gives in to years of tension and lets best friend Sophie eat, finger, and strap-fuck her until she sobs.
Sophie had always looked at $name1 a beat too long.
They were twenty-six and twenty-five, best friends since uni, and $name1’s girlfriend Emma was in Edinburgh for a fortnight of conferences. The flat felt too quiet. Sophie came over with wine and a film and sat too close on the sofa in a thin white vest that showed the dark of her nipples. Rain ticked the window. The film was something forgettable with too much talking.
$name1 had fantasised about this. Guiltily. Often. Emma was soft and loving in bed; Sophie looked like she would pin a girl down and make her beg. When the film ended and the bottle was empty, Sophie turned, cupped $name1’s jaw, and kissed her.
It was not gentle. It was tongue and teeth and a hand already sliding under $name1’s skirt to find bare thigh and damp cotton.
“Tell me to stop,” Sophie whispered against her mouth.
$name1 pulled her closer. “Don’t you dare. I’ve wanted this since you wore that red dress to my birthday.”
Clothes hit the floor in a trail to the bedroom — Emma’s bedroom, which made it worse and hotter. Sophie pushed $name1 onto the duvet, spread her thighs, and stared at her cunt like a meal. “Been wanting this since second year. Look how wet you are for your girlfriend’s best friend. Emma’s sheets. Emma’s girl. My tongue.”
She licked. Slow, filthy, expert. Flat tongue on $name1’s clit, two fingers curling inside, a third teasing her arse. $name1 arched and grabbed Sophie’s hair, grinding shamelessly. “Fuck — Sophie — Emma’s pillow — oh god — I’m a terrible girlfriend —”
“Say her name while I eat you,” Sophie murmured. “I want you messy and guilty. I want you to come thinking about both of us.”
$name1 came on Sophie’s tongue with Emma’s name broken on her lips. Before she finished shaking, Sophie was stripping off her own knickers and climbing up to sit on $name1’s face. $name1 licked greedily — first time tasting a woman this thoroughly — and drowned in Sophie’s wet cunt while Sophie rode her mouth and pinched her nipples hard enough to bruise. Juice ran down $name1’s chin onto Emma’s pillowcase. The taboo made every lick sweeter.
They sixty-nined until both were glossy-chinned and gasping. Then Sophie rummaged in her overnight bag and produced a lavender strap-on, already harnessed. $name1’s eyes went wide.
“You packed that?”
“I packed hope,” Sophie said, buckling it on. The silicone cock jutted obscenely from her hips. She slicked it with lube and $name1’s own wetness, hooked $name1’s knees over her shoulders, and pushed in.
The stretch was perfect. Sophie fucked her with casual filthy confidence — long strokes, grinding clit-to-base, whispering every taboo thing. “Cheating on your girlfriend with me. Taking my strap in her bed. Your cunt was made for this, wasn’t it? Made for girls. Made for me.”
“Yes,” $name1 sobbed, coming again. “Don’t stop. Harder. Ruin me for her. Make me think of you when she touches me.”
Sophie flipped her onto all fours and pounded her from behind, one hand on $name1’s clit, the other twisting a nipple. The headboard slammed Emma’s wall. $name1 buried her face in Emma’s pillow and screamed as a third orgasm ripped through her. Sophie followed by grinding hard against the harness base, shuddering, then gently pulling out and kissing down $name1’s spine with unexpected tenderness.
They lay sticky and quiet. Guilt arrived late and soft. $name1 traced Sophie’s collarbone. “Emma comes back Sunday.”
“Then we’ve got five days,” Sophie said. “I’m going to fuck you in every room. On her desk. In her shower. Against the fridge. I want you sore when you kiss her hello. I want you dripping when she asks how your week was.”
$name1 should have said no. Instead she reached for the strap, licked it clean of her own come, and whispered, “Put it back in. Slow this time. I want to feel every inch while I think about what a filthy girlfriend I am.”
Sophie smiled like a wolf and obliged. They fucked until dawn — fingers, tongues, the strap again, Sophie sitting on $name1’s face while $name1 fucked herself with the toy — and $name1 came with Sophie’s name this time, loud and clear, while Emma’s photograph watched from the bedside table.
In the morning Sophie made coffee naked and fucked $name1 over the kitchen counter with two fingers and a thumb in her arse before either of them dressed. Taboo never tasted so sweet. And best friends, $name1 decided as she limped to the shower with Sophie’s bite mark on her inner thigh, made the most delicious kind of mistake — one she already knew she would repeat the next time Emma left town.
On the third night Sophie brought a blindfold. She tied $name1 to the headboard with Emma’s silk scarves and edged her for nearly an hour — tongue, strap, ice cube from the freezer — refusing to let her come until $name1 sobbed apologies to her absent girlfriend and praise to her present best friend. When Sophie finally allowed it, $name1 came so hard she soaked the sheets and laughed through tears. Sophie kissed the tears away and whispered, “Five days was never going to be enough. When she goes to Glasgow in June, I’m yours again.”
$name1, sore and glowing and deliciously damned, could only nod.
