Home alone

My parents vanished for the night. The door shut and I grabbed my phone, thumb quick on her name. She picked up before the second ring. Mom and Dad think they solved everything by sending me off with some trusted sleepover rule. They're right about one thing: I'm staying safe. They just missed the rest. My cunt's already wet at the thought of my best friend's tongue pressing slow, then steady, between my folds. She'll crawl between my legs on my sheets and suck until I shake, until the noise I make is louder than any curfew they ever set. I click send. Ten minutes, she answers. The sheets feel cool until she gets here and burns everything else away.