Best Friends

Lilly and Sunny are best friends. They hang out. They make each other feel good. With their bodies. Beautiful. Sexy. Every part draws the other's hands, mouth, eyes. They love kissing slow and deep while their fingers find soft breasts, thumbs circling hard nipples until both breathe faster. But their mouths want more. They always do. Lilly slides down first. She parts Sunny's thighs and tastes her. Sweet. Wet. Sunny moans, grabs Lilly's hair, pulls her closer. Then she returns the favor, tongue working in firm circles until Lilly arches and gasps her name. They take turns. They take their time. Fingers replace tongues, then slide back in again. Wet sounds. Quiet curses. They know exactly what the other likes. Exactly how hard. Exactly how long. Their afternoons usually end like this—bodies tangled, sheets damp, hearts still racing.