My Mom's Best Friend

Casey needed a woman she could trust with the truth. Her mother was the last option. So she went to the one person who might listen without flinching—her mom’s best friend, Kendra. Kendra opened the door and pulled her inside. Casey’s voice shook at first, then steadied when she admitted she had never wanted boys and never would. Kendra listened without judgment, her eyes calm, her presence steady. When Casey said she was terrified of telling her mother, Kendra offered something better than advice. “Practice with me,” she said. “Pretend I’m her.” Casey swallowed hard. Kendra stepped into the role without hesitation. She reached out, curved her hand around the nape of Casey’s neck, and drew her close. Casey’s breath caught. Kendra guided the younger woman’s palm over her own full breasts, circling the nipples until they stiffened beneath the thin fabric. She slipped Casey’s top away, then lowered her mouth, tongue flicking over the small, tight peaks. When she pressed her heavier breasts against Casey’s, the soft weight dragged and slid, skin on skin. Kendra’s fingers moved lower. She rubbed Casey through her underwear, slow and certain, until the cotton grew warm and damp. “I’ll get you nice and wet,” she whispered against Casey’s ear, promising lessons far beyond words.