Hello friends. Just another dirty two-shot to tide over the pandemic blues. This story is Reylo, but this chapter (both, but this one especially) will feature some Rey/Rose action. If that makes you uncomfortable, skip this one out! But ultimately and endgame wise this short story is very much Reylo with a taste of Rose ;)

With that said, please enjoy part one…

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Rey Niima considered herself to be a good friend. She bought the best birthday gifts, never kept anyone on read, and was the go-to friend whenever someone needed a shoulder to cry on. Advice flowed like water from a faucet, going to any friend who needed it. Similarly, Rey was always equipped with a bottle of wine and a gallon of ice cream, ready to use the goods whenever one of her best mates needed it.

In fact, one of her friends had never had a problem that Rey couldn't assist with. The aforementioned advice, wine, and ice cream always did the trick.

That was, until, Finn and Rose's breakup.

Her two best friends had dated for almost two years. They mostly seemed happy, but Rey always sensed something was off.

Rey had known Finn since their youth back in the UK, and well, while it wasn't her place to make assumptions about his sexuality, she always assumed that her closest friend was…

Well…

Gay.

Seeing him and Rose quelled her suspicions for a bit, especially since they appeared so happy. Rose was absolutely head-over-heels for Finn, and Finn seemed to like her as well.

Evidently, Rey's previous suspicions were right. Before their second anniversary, Finn broke up with Rose and officially came out as gay. Not bisexual, but gay. Suffice to say, Rose was heartbroken.

It was a tricky situation for Rey, too. She had one best friend—Finn—finally truly happy and living life as his authentic self. He got involved in LGBTQ activism and started volunteering with at-risk kids, especially those who identified as LGBTQ. Not to mention, four months after his breakup with Rose, he had started seeing Poe, one of their other friends.

Finn was thriving.

Then there was Rose. Comparatively, Rey's other best friend was not so happy. The breakup had hit her especially hard. Rose thought Finn would be it for her—her future husband, the father of her children, the whole picket fence and rose garden suburban dream.

Worst of all, Rose couldn't hate Finn. It wasn't like how they dealt with mutual friend Kaydel's breakup with her ex-boyfriend Beau. When Beau had dumped Kaydel because he hadn't been feeling it anymore, it was easy for the trio to paste his face on a dart board and have at it.

But it wasn't like that with Finn. He had to be true to himself, even if that meant hurting Rose in the process.

In the months since, Rey was constantly at Rose's side, willing to do whatever it took to help her friend through this difficult time. There was lots of wine, even more ice cream, and constant encouraging for Rose to get back on the market.

Honestly, Rey had spent so much time trying to help cure Rose's broken heart that she had to stop focusing on her own. Namely, her tumultuous relationship with her roommate, Ben.

They were going on a year of living with each other—not by choice, mind you—and things were as tense as ever. Rey had a wonderful relationship with his parents, and when Han and Leia had decided to abandon their New York penthouse to move to the country for retired life, they decided to open the doors of the gorgeous three-bedroom, two-and-a-half bathroom space to both her and their estranged son Ben.

Ben refused to abandon the penthouse because of the address. Rey refused to abandon the penthouse because…

Well, it was free housing.

And bloody gorgeous.

Since then, the two had been cohabiting, walking on eggshells around each other. Rey hated how much noise he made when he returned from his five-am runs. Ben hated that it took her a few days to do the dishes. Rey hated that he got the master bedroom and thus the walk-in closet. Ben hated that half their freezer was filled with ice cream.

They argued a lot.

The only thing she hated more than Ben was that she wanted to fuck Ben.

All six-foot-three, muscular beef cake of him.

But she ignored focusing on that hot mess of a relationship. Not when she was still trying to help Rose fix her heart.

It was precisely why on that Friday night, the two girls were hanging in front of the TV, gorging on Chinese takeaway and splitting their second bottle of wine. Reruns of a shitty British reality show Rey had grown up watching played on the massive TV in the living room.

Thankfully, Ben was nowhere to be found. Supposedly, he was spending the weekend with his parents, but Rey wondered if that was an excuse for him to do more nefarious things.

Like stealing candies from babies. Or reporting jaywalkers. Or heckling street performers. All seemed like very Ben Solo activities.

Whatever the reason, Ben was out, allowing the pair of them to simply relish in the ridiculous antics of the contestants and the questionable flavor pairing on dim sum and red wine.

"Gods, she has the worst taste in men," Rey bemoaned, watching as the villain of that season set her eyes on the newest island arrival, "I get the fascination with height, but for fuck sakes! The man has a brain the size of a walnut!"

Her mind strayed to Ben Solo's height.

And his very big, very annoying brain.

At Rose's silence, she glanced at the girl. "You ok?" She set her plate on the coffee table and stretched, "We can watch something else if you want!"

Rose sighed and shook her head. "It's fine, Rey, I just…" After a gulp of wine, she took a deep breath. "I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Shoot!" Rey crossed her legs and sat across from her, all smiles. "Have at me."

Rose took another deep breath. "When Finn broke up with me—came out I guess—he said…" She bit her lip, considering her words, "He said he always had an attraction to men. That he'd find himself looking at guys and imagining them naked. What it would feel like to touch them and kiss them and make love to them."

Rey nodded. "And now he's living true to himself. It's wonderful."

"It is, it is," Rose continued, biting her lip nervously, "And it…well it got me thinking." She took another deep breath, "Sometimes I look at women and think about how I'd like to…" She cleared her throat, "Touch them and kiss them."

Well, that wasn't where Rey had expected the evening to go, but she was happy Rose felt comfortable enough to talk to her about this. Rey had a similar realization about herself when she was 18. By 19, she had come out to her closest friends as bisexual. She hadn't been in a relationship in almost three years, but her most recent fling had been with a girl, someone Poe had introduced her too.

Jessika was nice, but clingy. Suffice to say, it hadn't worked out. But, the month of sex had been great. Since Jessika, she had slept with two guys. Even then, she was going on eight months of a dry spell.

Eight months.

"Oh," Rey managed, nodding along to her best friend, "I see. So, you think you may be interested in women?"

Rose sighed and flopped back against the couch, nervously playing with her hair. "I don't know! Sometimes I'll pass a woman on the street and think 'wow, I'd like to go to town on you' and other times, the thought makes me cringe!"

"Well, couldn't you say the same about seeing a man? Surely, you're not sexually attracted to every guy you see," Rey explained, watching her friend carefully.

Her friend nodded. "I hadn't thought about it like that before." She sighed and looked down, her shoulders slumping. "I guess I'm just confused. Is this something I genuinely feel or just some weird subconscious reaction to Finn's coming out?"

Rey pursed her lips. "Well, have you met any women that you're genuinely interested in? Not just sexually, but as a person? Someone you'd click with like you clicked with Finn?"

"I think so, yeah," Rose topped off her wine glass and nodded slowly, "Her name is Jannah. She's in my yoga class. I think…" She sipped her glass, thinking, "I think I'd be interested in her. Like, to date."

Rey grinned. "Well, that's awesome! Why haven't you then?"

Rose shifted nervously. "I don't know. I think I'm just…freaked out, you know? This is a lot to accept if..." She sighed and rubbed at her eyes, "If I really am into women too."

"Well, if you want my take, you just need to go for it," Rey explained, taking her friend's hand and giving it a soft squeeze, "If you just sit around thinking, you'll never get an answer. You just need to well, do."

Rose blushed and looked away. "That's what had me so nervous."

Her reaction was adorable, really. Rey couldn't help but giggle. "That's what got you torn up? The sex?"

"Well, yes!" Rose exclaimed, "It's not exactly the same mechanics as with a guy."

Rey hummed and sipped her wine. "Yes and no. Much of it can be the same. Depends on what you like." She took another sip and laughed, "Except with two women, everyone gets an orgasm. Usually multiple ones."

"I wouldn't even know where to begin," Rose practically whispered, staring at her wine glass, "I can't even sit through any porn. I just go red in the face and quit out like I've committed some grand crime."

Once she finished her wine, Rey set the glass down and stretched. "Rose, you don't know until you try. If you want my opinion, I say you get out there and find a nice woman to fuck. You'll know really quickly if this is something you do or don't want to continue doing."

"What if I chicken out?" Rose whined, swooshing the last bit of wine in the bottom of her glass, "What if I see a vagina and just freak? Realize I'm a moron and only like dick?"

Rey pinched her nose, wondering if her next words would solve everything or create irreparable harm to their friendship.

"Do you just want me to fuck you?" Rey asked.

Rose choked on her sip of wine and coughed, nearly gagging on the liquid until Rey hit at her back. After a few moments of catching her breath, she glanced at Rey, eyes wide, cheeks flushed.

"Wh-what? Are you serious?"

Rey shrugged. "You're inexperienced and you're worried about this being just a phase or what not. I like women. It seems like an easy answer." She paused, looking at Rose for any input, before continuing, "Worst case scenario, you see my lady bits and realize you're most definitely not into women. We stop, laugh about it, and get piss drunk. Best case scenario, we get a few orgasms out of it and you learn how to please a woman."

Rose gulped, her cheeks bright red. "Are you serious, Rey? You'd have sex with me?"

"What, like it's some grand sacrifice?" Rey asked, before jumping to her feet and starting to gather the remnants of their dinner, "It would be my honor to be your first," She winked and laughed, "You're hot, Rose. So hot."

"Oh gosh," Rose whispered, biting her lip, "You'd really do this?"

Rey dumped their empty takeaway containers in the trash and leaned against the counter, watching her blushing friend. "This isn't about me, Rose. I'd be happy—no—delighted to fuck you tonight. It's what you want. If you want to do this, we'll do it. If you don't, we'll turn on another episode and pretend this conversation never happened."

It took a few moments, but Rose appeared in front of Rey, a solid five inches shorter than her friend. "I want to do this," She hurried out, "if the offer still stands."

Unable to resist, Rey laughed. Her giggles immediately eased the tension—in seconds, Rose was giggling too.

"Alright!" Rey exclaimed, grabbing Rose's hand, "Let's do this then." She led them back into the living room and turned off the TV. She eyed the large sectional and hummed. "Yes, that'll do."

Rose blinked, her cheeks bright red. "In here? Not your room?"

Rey shrugged. "I think being in my bedroom might freak you out. Let's keep it casual," She dimmed the lights and hummed happily, "Besides, Ben won't be back tonight."

"Right, ok." Rose squeaked out, just watching as Rey lit a couple of candles, "What now?"

With a deep breath, Rey faced her friend. "It's just sex, Rose. Like you'd do with anyone else. We're going to kiss. Touch each other. Undress. It's not so different."

"Right, duh," Rose mumbled, practically to herself, before basically ripping her t-shirt off. Her leggings followed suit. Standing in front of Rey in just a matching bralette and panties, she looked to the other girl for guidance.

Rey admired her friend's curvy figure and smooth skin. "Right to it, aren't you?" She laughed, before stepping forward, "Is that you being eager or nerves?"

Rose swallowed. "Maybe a bit of both."

"Well. Just enjoy this, ok?"

Not letting her respond, Rey stepped forward and pressed a soft kiss to Rose's lips. It felt amazing to be kissing someone—anyone—especially after months of nothing. Rose especially had deliciously soft lips, and after a moment to adjusting to the feeling, was quick to kiss Rey back with the type of eagerness that reminded Rey of her first make-out sessions back in secondary school.

Just like secondary school, their relatively chaste kisses quickly morphed into something else. The kisses grew more wanting, more intense, more ambitious as the seconds ticked on. Rose started to come out of her shell within minutes, pulling at Rey's tank top with anxious hands.

Not wanting to disappoint her friend, Rey pulled away for only a moment to discard the shirt before charging forward and kissing the girl again. They both struggled to help Rey pull her finnicky leggings off, only calming down when they both remained in their underthings, rolling around on Ben's expensive sectional wearing mostly just skin.

"How do you feel?" Rey asked, pulling away to press soft kisses down Rose's neck, "Do you want to continue?"

Rose just whimpered and tugged at Rey's bra. "Yes. Please. Oh pretty please!"

With a laugh, Rey hovered over the girl and pressed a kiss to her lips, before moving her hands down her stomach. "Let's get you undressed then, yeah?" Two sets of hands began to carefully peel of the remaining layer of lace and cotton, only stopping when both girls were bare

"Well?" Rey couldn't help but ask, running her hands up to cup her own chest, "How do you feel?"

Rose swallowed and looked her friend once over. "Wow…You're…" She gulped, taking another moment to study Rey's exposed skin, "So hot."

"Likewise, gorgeous," Rey hummed, moving her hands to gently trace Rose's chest, "So beautiful."

Rey kissed her again, letting her hands roam up and down the girl's body. She was all curves and soft skin, giving Rey an endless number of places to explore. Once her hands delved into the goodness between her legs, Rose let out a squeal and shivered, already moaning into Rey's mouth.

"You're a bit needy, aren't you?" Rey laughed as she pulled away, pressing kisses down her friend's neck, "One track mind I guess."

Rose gulped. "I just—it felt—sorry, Finn and I weren't even intimate for months before the breakup and—"

With a shush, Rey dropped between the girl's legs. She kissed each of her inner thighs and smirked up at the girl, amused by the way her eyes blew wide. "Stop talking, alright?" She hummed, blowing hot air against Rose's thighs, "Let's focus on right now, okay?"

Rose just nodded, apparently speechless.

Rey took that for confirmation and licked a hot strip across Rose's pussy, practically laughing as the girl nearly shrieked and bolted off the couch. She dug her hands into her hips, trying to calm the girl, and licked again, humming happily.

Once Rose appeared to relax, she really got into it. Pushing her legs further apart, Rey delved in, alternating between licking, sucking, and flicking at the little engorged bud that proved to Rey just how much Rose was enjoying herself.

"So wet," Rey hummed happily, before flicking her tongue at the girl's clit, "Do you like me eating you out?"

Rose cried out, her legs shaking. "Yes! It feels so good!"

After taking a moment to coat her fingers in her spit and Rose's essence, Rey pressed one into the quivering girl, smirking as her friend continued to shake. "Feels so good, doesn't it?" Rey hummed, before returning to her previous ministrations.

She continued licking and sucking, one finger working in and out, until one turned into two. By the time she was steadily fingering her friend and teasing her clit with her tongue, Rose was a goner.

With a shriek, the girl fell apart, shaking and quivering on top of Rey's tongue and fingers. When she finally calmed down, she collapsed against the sofa, gasping for breath. Rey grinned and climbed over her, pressing a kiss to her lips.

"How was that?" She asked, continuing to run her hands all over Rose's body, "Good enough that you want a turn?"

Rose whimpered and nodded aggressively. "Fucking amazing. Nobody has ever done that to me before. So yes, I want the chance to do it to you."

Rey grinned and grinded against the girl, not the least bit embarrassed by the way her juices coated the other girl's thigh. "Good. I'm waiting."

As they leaned forward to kiss, the sound of rustling from the kitchen caught their attention. With identical movements, the girls glanced to the connecting room, in the middle of their explicit activities.

There stood Ben Solo, an overnight bag in his hand, his usually perfectly put together appearance rustled. His shirt was untucked, his hair clearly had been rustled by his hands, and most tellingly, the man was sporting a massive erection.

At least, if the tent in his trousers was any indication.

"Rey?" He choked out, still staring at the girls, "Uh…"

To be continued…