Seducing My Straight White Best Friend #02 - Coco Lovelock & Michelle Anderson

Coco and Michelle linger in the empty classroom long after dismissal. Worksheets litter the desks, forgotten. Michelle rests her chin in her hand while Coco scrolls on her phone, both grumbling about their mothers again. The conversation drifts. Coco groans that every boy she brings home gets grilled like a job interview. Michelle nods, almost agreeing, until her gaze lingers a moment too long on Coco's parted lips. "You always settle," Michelle murmurs. Her finger taps the edge of Coco's notebook. "Try someone who actually sees you." Coco laughs. "You mean a girlfriend?" "Exactly." Michelle leans in until the scent of her skin threads between them. "Girls don't fix your flaws and then ignore them. We want the whole mess." Coco shakes her head, insists she's straight, but Michelle's smile stays crooked and gentle. "Then why hasn't one kiss ever happened?" she asks. She waits, close enough for breath to mingle. "If you hate it, we stop. If you don't..." Her fingertips brush Coco's wrist and slide upward. The contact burns soft, deliberate. Coco swallows, pulse jumping against Michelle's touch. The thought forms without words: maybe curiosity isn't the same as certainty. Michelle's knee brushes hers under the desk, a single warm point of contact. "Best friends make the safest experiment," she whispers. "Nobody else ever has to know."