Seducing My Straight White Best Friend! - Haley Reed & Hazel Grace

Haley catches her boyfriend cheating—again. She doesn’t cry this time. She grabs her phone and calls the one person who never disappoints her: Hazel Grace. Hazel picked women over men two years back, and her life has been simple since. She answers on the first ring and says she’ll be over before dinner. They sit on the living-room floor with wine; Haley vents, Hazel listens without judgment. Hours later the wine is gone and the advice is sharp. “You don’t need to prove anything to a man,” Hazel says. She moves closer. Haley is new to this, uneasy, but Hazel’s hand on her knee is steady and warm. “We can stop whenever you want,” she whispers. Clothes hit the floor. Lips, teeth, and soft skin take over. Hazel’s tongue trails down the length of Haley’s thigh before it centers between her legs, slow and precise. Haley’s breath catches; she grabs Hazel’s hair, lets herself open wider. Two fingers slide in and curl until they press the spot that makes Haley’s hips buck. She comes hard, legs shaking, mouth open in a wordless sound. Afterward they stay wrapped together on the carpet, breathing, smiling. Haley traces a lazy finger over Hazel’s nipple. For once, the idea of forever without men feels right.