Girlfriends' first time

A kind of friendship that slips past the safe edges. You trade more than the surface chatter now, handing over half-lit dreams and half-formed wants you barely admitted to yourself. You keep tossing them across the kitchen table with the takeout menus. Until the moment a single voice answers from so near your own chest you can’t tell whose longing is whose. The friendship swells. You reach, and it shifts beneath your palms, hotter than memory. Kisses turn greedy, hands slide under clothes without asking. The line you kept in your head dissolves the instant skin meets skin, and you stop pretending you can steer anything.