The Kiss My Best Friend Asked Me For in Front of Her Boyfriend

I should have said no. I kept telling myself that all the way back, my feet heavy and a bitter taste in my mouth, as if I had just signed my own sentence. But how do you say no to eyes like that and a smile that can undo you? I’d dug the hole all by myself, and I was the one planning to bury myself in it.

I know I can be dramatic sometimes. Don’t get me wrong. It was pure frustration. When Lucía asked me to meet her that afternoon at a downtown café, I never imagined it was to ask me to be her maid of honor. Since when had things with that guy gotten so serious? She told me about the wedding plans with bright eyes, so excited, and I felt a stab of guilt. Maybe he wasn’t as much of an idiot as I thought. Maybe he really did make her happy.

Meanwhile, I had been secretly carrying, for months, the urge to have her. To fuck her until she lost her voice. I never wanted to risk our friendship. Even though we slept in the same bed and watched movies practically wrapped around each other on the couch, I never crossed a line. And I never noticed anything from her side, so I learned to control my shaking hands and my soaked cunt every time we brushed by accident. Or when she told me something excitedly and at some point all I could see were her full lips moving, and I wondered what they tasted like, whether they’d taste as good as I imagined her cunt did. Or when she changed clothes in front of me, without malice, completely unaware of the heat she stirred in me seeing those tits bounce while she pulled her shirt over her head.

I couldn’t call it love. It was desire in its purest form, wanting to devour her alive. I had far too many ways in my head to please her, to make her tremble under my fingers and leave her tongue trapped between her legs until she begged me to stop. Was she the kind who moaned softly, or the kind the neighbors would hear? I supposed those were questions without answers. For now, I had to play the part of maid of honor.

My name is Marina, I’m twenty-nine, shoulder-length hair, tattooed arms, and a rather solid body. I’ve always considered myself bisexual, the kind who has no luck with women. I don’t know what karma I’m paying for. I’ve had my experiences with girls, but either they left me on read or came back to their ex. My safe zone ended up being men: simple, predictable, with a cock you knew where to find. Nothing like the roller coaster that is a woman. And even with two sides to choose from, I’d still been single since my last breakup. Lately, my head had been occupied by one person more than was healthy. Damn Lucía.

I met her at a party, through a friend of a friend, and there was chemistry from the first minute. We lived nearby, discovered a thousand things in common, and the friendship happened before we even realized it. It wasn’t hard to understand that she was straight: she never stopped talking about her boyfriend, the good parts and the not-so-good parts, and how he fucked her. My intention with her was just that, friendship, until one night when I was about to explode.

It was one of those days when I stayed over at her place. I was coming out of the bathroom and, just before going into the bedroom, I heard a male voice asking her to take off her blouse and touch her cunt for him. I froze. It would have taken nothing to step back and wait for her video call with her boyfriend to end. But my feet took a step forward without my permission. Enough to get a good view. Seeing her tits out, her nipples hard, and her hands caressing them shyly while the other slipped under her skirt, searching for her cunt, went through me like an electric current. I felt such pressure between my legs, such wetness soaking my panties, that I had to cross my legs to keep from moaning right there. She was too damn gorgeous, the fucking woman.

From that day on, I never looked at her the same way again. I started noticing every detail: her curves, her hair long to her waist, those imposing thighs that swallowed the fabric of any pair of pants, how beautiful her caramel-colored skin was, the perky ass that made me swallow hard. That’s why the last thing on my mind was attending her wedding, and worse, handling the preparations and helping her move to another province. Part of me felt like I was going to lose her, and I wasn’t ready for that.

***

One month left. Almost everything was ready, and by some miracle my head was no longer the mess it had been before. The gym helped: I burned off the tension and exhaustion became part of a routine I enjoyed. I had already resigned myself when Lucía invited me to sleep at her place. Something that seemed perfectly normal felt different this time. Her nervous tone when she suggested it left me confused, but I didn’t give it much importance.

—I was thinking you could stay over this Saturday with me —she said—. I mean, if you can. If not, no worries.

—Did I miss something? —I laughed—. We haven’t had a girls’ night in ages. You could use it, you’ve been really stressed.

—Yeah. It would be like a pre-bachelorette party. —She paused—. I can’t believe I’m moving so far away.

—Hey, don’t put so much pressure on me, that’s not fair —I joked—. And relax, you’re going to be fine. You two are made for each other.

—When you say it, it feels more real.

That day I got dressed up more than usual. I was nervous and I didn’t even know why. I’d already chosen the movies and brought enough food for a battalion.

When I walked in, her house was spotless, everything clean and tidy. Lucía was too: a short white dress that took my breath away, barely covering her ass and outlining her tits without a bra. Nothing like her usual pajamas. She was about to fall into a temptation she wouldn’t be able to resist.

—I’ve got everything ready, only the popcorn’s missing —I said.

—About that… I have to ask you something. And I understand if you say no.

—Well, we’ll only know if you ask me, dummy.

—I wanted to know if… if we can kiss.

—What?

My heart forgot how to beat. Had the heavens heard my prayers, or was it a cruel joke?

—Wait, let me explain, don’t panic. It would just be a kiss, in front of…

—Your fiancé? —I cut her off.

I couldn’t believe it. Our first kiss, and probably our last, was going to be for some guy to jerk off on the other side of the screen? No matter how badly I wanted to kiss her, to shove my tongue down her throat, this wasn’t right.

—It’s just a kiss between friends, nothing important, Marina. And I know you have experience. I trust you.

—But are you okay with it? I didn’t know he was into that stuff.

—Not really, but I’m willing to experiment.

—So he asked you to do it.

—Yes, but it’s nothing crazy. We’ve been apart for a long time and this is to spice up the relationship.

—If you say so.

—He’s going to call in a few minutes. We kiss and that’s it. We’ve got several movies to watch —she said, smiling as if what she had just asked for was no big deal.

—Yeah, yeah, piece of cake.

I went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I needed to get my head straight, calm my nerves and my anger. If I was going to do that little “favor” for a friend, I’d better do it right. And if this was the only time I was going to get to taste that mouth, I planned on leaving a mark.

***

We ended up both on our knees, facing each other, in the middle of the bed. On the edge, the laptop with his eager, filthy face waiting for the show, already with his cock out in his hand, from what I could see.

—Ready? —I asked.

—Yeah. I think so.

I moved in slowly until our knees touched. I brushed her thigh and let my hand slide just over the hem of her dress, feeling her hot skin under my fingers, never taking my eyes off hers for a second.

I pretended the intruder on the screen didn’t exist and leaned toward her. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, almost chaste, until I felt her tongue pushing into my mouth, searching for mine, twining with hunger. All the self-control I had left came crashing down in that instant. What was she playing at? And why did it feel like I was the one losing?

Our breathing quickened and one kiss became five. As we went on, the tenderness faded. I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on top of me, astride, feeling the heat of her bare cunt against my thigh. A shiver spread through my core and my hands burned to touch every inch of her body. I bit her neck between kisses, sucking her skin until I left a bruise she’d have to explain later. She only huffed and tilted her head back, rubbing her soaked cunt against my leg without even realizing it.

I couldn’t take it anymore and squeezed her ass under the dress, possessive, kneading it again and again, spreading her apart with my fingers until I brushed the edge of her dripping cunt. We were in our own bubble until a sound pulled us out of the trance. Of course: our spectator, hand working his cock at full speed, stunned, eyes full of desire, asking for more. I pulled away abruptly, landing back in reality.

—Well… that was it, right? —I said.

—Uh… I…

—I helped you out. I think I’d better go.

—No! Wait.

She grabbed my hand and, without warning, kissed me again. Much wilder, much hungrier than anything before. She bit my lip until I moaned.

—Lucía! What are we doing? I already did my part. This… your fiancé…

—Fuck him!

She ended the call, tossed the laptop aside, and kept devouring me.

—Are you sure? —I asked, breaking the kiss with a bewildered look.

—I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Fuck me, Marina. I’ve spent months wanting you to fuck me.

Those words went through me completely. We kept kissing without respite, tongues teasing, drinking each other’s saliva, until I pulled her dress up over her head. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. No panties, no bra. There she was, kneeling in front of me, tits bare, nipples hard and dark, her shaved cunt shining with how wet she was.

—You’re trouble, Lucía —I whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe.

—And is that a bad thing? —she answered with feigned innocence, sliding a hand between her legs and spreading her cunt so I could see it properly.

—Not for me, baby. Not for me.

I tore my clothes off in a hurry, ripping off my T-shirt and pants as if they were burning me. I ended up naked over her, skin to skin, tits against tits, and felt her hard nipples pressing into mine. I shoved her onto her back on the mattress and climbed on top, trapping her wrists above her head while my mouth conquered every inch of her neck, her collarbones, the valley between those breasts I had imagined so many times. I licked from her navel to her throat and went back down, this time slowly, savoring every stretch of caramel-colored skin.

I took one nipple into my mouth and then the other, sucking them until she arched, tugging with my teeth, biting just enough to hurt without hurting her. I traced circles around her areola with my tongue and then blew on it, and every time I did, she let out a sharp cry and dug her nails into my back. Then I knew it: she was one of the screamers. This was going to get interesting.

I slid my right hand between our bodies and ran two fingers through all the wetness of her sex. She was soaked, dripping, my fingers slipping on their own. I ran them over her swollen lips, up and down, not touching her clit yet, enjoying the shiver that ran through her legs.

—Please, Marina —she panted—. Stop playing.

—Hold on, baby. I want to taste you first.

I spread her legs wide open, settled between them, and licked the inside of her thighs, first one and then the other, slowly moving upward and leaving a trail of saliva cooling on her skin. When I reached her cunt, I pulled back abruptly and blew on it. She let out a moan of frustration that almost made me laugh.

Then yes. I buried my tongue all the way in, from bottom to top, from the opening of her cunt to her clit, and gave a long lick, swallowing all her taste. Tangy, sweet, salty, all at once. I could have eaten her for hours. I sucked her clit with my whole mouth, drawing it in, tracing fast circles with the tip of my tongue, alternating with slower, flatter licks. She writhed under me, hips lifting off the mattress, pushing her cunt against my face, seeking out the pleasure herself.

I slid two fingers in while I kept sucking her clit. She was so wet they went in all the way without resistance. I curled them upward, searching for that rough spot that makes women roll their eyes back, and started pumping, first slowly and then hard. Her screams became impossible to ignore, her hoarse voice begging for more, pleading for me to make her mine, not to stop, to fuck her harder. I added a third finger. Her whole back arched.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop, fuck, like that —she panted, fingers tangled in my hair, pulling me in.

Her body writhed with pleasure and my fingers grew wetter and wetter, dripping down my wrist and up my arm. We stayed like that for a good while, until I saw beads of sweat sliding down her forehead, her neck, between her tits. I changed positions and attacked her clit directly with my tongue while the three fingers stayed inside, and that was the last straw. With her hands tangled in my hair, she pushed my head deeper, so deep I could barely breathe, flattening my face against her soaked cunt.

I looked up without stopping sucking her. What I saw, plus my free hand working my own clit, made me come instantly. Slow and wild at the same time, a long climax that shook me all over, my mouth still glued to her cunt. Seeing her come, her back arched, her chest rising and falling, the walls of her cunt clamping around my fingers like a fist, screaming my name, her hair a mess and her gaze glassy. She was a goddess, in the fullest sense of the word. I felt her come in my mouth, felt it dribble down my chin, and swallowed as much as I could.

We both collapsed breathless, lying on our backs, staring at the ceiling, letting our bodies settle. I still had her taste on my lips, she still had her legs trembling.

—I want to do it again —she said, looking at my lips with a naughty smile, running one finger over my chin to wipe away her own juices.

—I’m here to fulfill your wishes.

***

I took her in every corner of that room. With my fingers, with my tongue, even with my nose. I got her on all fours on the bed and ate her cunt and her ass from behind, with my tongue shoved in as far as it would go, gripping her hips while she pushed back begging for more. I spread her ass cheeks and ran my tongue over her asshole, and the cry she let out confirmed that no one had ever done that to her before. She came like that, with my tongue between her cheeks and three fingers in her cunt, soaking the whole sheet beneath her.

I carried her against a wall, her legs hooked around my waist, and shoved four fingers into her while she fell apart with every touch, scratching my shoulders, biting my neck. I fucked her like that, standing up, feeling her cunt squeeze my hand until my wrist hurt, until she came again and drenched my whole forearm. Her body responded to everything, and that blew my mind completely.

After that I sat her on my face on the floor and told her to move however she wanted, to use me. And she did. She rode my tongue with her hands braced against the wall, rubbing her cunt all over my face, coming a third or fourth time. I lost count. We scissored each other, cunt against cunt, until we both screamed at once. I taught her to do to me what I did to her, and she learned fast, sucking my clit with a devotion that made me melt completely.

The next three hours were the most intense sex session of my life. I licked her to the soul. I made her come on me so many times I lost count, and she returned the favor and then some. My jaw ached, my fingers were numb, my shoulders were wrecked, and my cunt was swollen from coming so much.

—Do you think she’ll forgive you for this? —I asked, still breathless and with her taste stuck to my mouth.

—That’s the thing: I don’t even plan to ask for forgiveness.

In the end, though the wedding was delayed three months, they forgave her. I understand it: with a cool head, no one throws away an entire relationship over one night. If you ask me, it was the best one of all. I treasured every minute of what we were, every moan, every orgasm, every inch of her skin. What I didn’t expect was that, two months later, I’d get her call. Lucía crying, saying she hadn’t been able to forget me, that she relived that night every day, that she touched herself thinking of my mouth between her legs, and that she didn’t feel able to get married.

In my hands I had the power to give our thing a chance. To continue a story that had been left unfinished, even knowing how uncertain the road was. Or spare myself that damn roller coaster and move on.

What would you have done?