More than just friends

Everyone sees Willa and Ashley as best friends. They are. And they fuck. It began with a glance, then a hand brushing thigh, now they tear clothes off the second a door shuts. Willa pins Ashley against the hallway wall, tongue hot in her ear. Ashley yanks Willa’s shirt over her head and bites the skin above her bra. They sink to the carpet still half-dressed, jeans kicked down to ankles. Willa’s fingers find Ashley wet, spread, and slide inside; Ashley answers with two knuckles buried deep in Willa. The rhythm is fast, then slow, then desperate again. Willa curls her fingers just so and Ashley gasps, thighs shaking. Seconds later, Ashley matches the rhythm until Willa arches and spills a moan into the thick carpet. They stay tangled, breathing hard, already planning the next time the door clicks shut.