More Than Friends

Coco and Amber shared an apartment for four years. Good roommates. Good friends. One Friday night that changed. Amber's dress had a small tear at the hem. Coco noticed it when Amber stood to refill their glasses. The fabric parted when she moved. Skin showed beneath. Coco's mouth went dry. Neither planned it. Amber sat again, closer this time. Her knee touched Coco's knee. Neither moved away. Coco reached for her own glass and her hand brushed Amber's thigh. Both stopped breathing. The next touch came slower. Intentional. Coco's palm on Amber's knee stayed there. Amber didn't stop her. Coco slid higher. Amber opened her legs. The dress rose. Underwear appeared. Simple white cotton. Damp where the fabric pressed against her. Coco's thumb traced the line of it. Amber's hips lifted. She bit her bottom lip and made a small sound. They kissed then. Not soft. Teeth and tongue. Amber's hand found Coco's breast through her shirt, squeezed hard enough to make Coco gasp into her mouth. Coco pushed two fingers under the edge of those white panties. Found Amber wet and hot. Pushed inside with no warning. Amber moaned loud and rolled her hips down onto the fingers. Her own hand slipped under Coco's waistband and gripped her ass, nails digging in. Amber came first. On the couch, legs spread, one hand tangled in Coco's hair, the other working between Coco's legs in fast, clumsy circles. Coco followed seconds later, face pressed to Amber's neck, three fingers still buried deep, body shaking. They didn't speak after. Just breathed and stayed close until their hearts slowed. Then Amber pulled Coco's fingers out and sucked them clean.