—NO TAKE-BACKS—

—J

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Breathing Lisa's name on a pleasure fuelled haze was as bizarre as it was hot, and whilst having my best friend feast on my vagina as through the thing itself was an exquisite three-course-meal should've proved embarrassing, it surprisingly didn't. Her loving lips were indescribable in their quest. Whilst passionately lapping at my most sensitive folds, both thumbs lightly massaged my breasts, skimming past my puckered nipples as though purposely avoiding them.

"Oh my God!"

My back's arch instantly rose from the bed as my body became seemingly desperate for more contact with Lisa and her ability to have me squirm with just one touch alone. She was up and evaluating me in seconds, the expression passing through her eyes almost animalistic. Then, without any warning, she was back down and biting on my hipbone, where I knew her name to be inked on me forever.

Having felt reckless on my twenty-first birthday, we'd both decided getting tattoos of each other's names would be a great idea. I was with V at the time, but went ahead with it regardless. I'd opted for getting her name on my hip, figuring it would be easy enough to hide should something go drastically wrong with the artistry. Lisa had gotten hers just above her left pec, claiming she wanted me close to her heart though really, I knew the real reason was to have a previous one covered up.

"More!" I begged, breathlessly revealing my plea with the hopes she gave into my demand.

Thankfully, having taken my desires into consideration, she came to a standing position between my legs and walked over to her drawer, covering herself in latex soon after. My mind's attention was purely focused on the unavoidable ache situated in between each leg; the need for release sharp becoming my top priority, surprisingly so. I was never usually that enthusiastic when it came to the act of intimacy. Even when regularly engaging in said activity, it was always out of obligation as opposed to an undying need for human interaction. With Lisa, however, I found myself drawn to the curiosity of the situation; both needing and wanting to know more about the extremities she had the potential to take me to. She was no stranger to sex and I could only assume such practice made for an excellent candidate. Simply put, I was willing to bet she was a godsend in the bedroom and being her latest fix, as inappropriate as it was, excited me.

"Jennie, wait for me, baby."

Lisa's plea momentarily confused me before I allowed my gaze to travel to where her was currently settled; on my right hand wedged in between each leg. "As much as I love watching you touch yourself, I need to be the one making you come tonight."

Off came her shirt and sports bra, subjecting me to an unavoidable sight of perfectly pale skin, impeccable stomach structure and my name written in elegant handwriting. Her other tattoo, the one situated on her left bicep, stood tall and proud, begging to be given attention. Displaying the outline of a rose, its effective shading was truly captivating and heartbreakingly sentimental. The Roman numerals imprinted underneath it gave the overall design an elegant finish. Although beautiful, the meaning behind it was anything but. She'd gotten that one shortly after her nineteenth birthday, in memory of her Mum. She had passed away five years previous courtesy of bad weather and an idiot drunk driver. It was an event which, at the time, shook the Manoban household in the worst possible way. The flower was said to symbolise life and how at first it could seem pretty, but the second you started to enjoy it too much, the harshness of reality could prick you on the finger, much like a sharp thorn. I'd cried the day she had gotten it and although she denied it, I swear I saw her tear up too. Not that she would ever admit it. She was far too proud, though for housing a body with such physical precision, I really couldn't blame her.

Her four-pack was modest in its display, though proved perfect to the touch against my slightly shaking fingertips and sweaty palms. Lisa had always been blessed in the good-looks department. While in great shape, it was out of enjoyment for exercise as opposed to wanting a great body. Still, that wasn't to say I didn't appreciate the finer details of her smooth edges.

Sexy. As. Hell.

"Do you want this, Jennie?" asked Lisa, rather seriously pulling me from my ogling. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," I replied, almost instantly. "Do you?"

I remained calm under her watchful eye and prepared myself for the moment she realised what we were doing and called a halt to the entire thing. Even in alcohol, we couldn't be that stupid. Could we?

"I want this. I want you."

Her words proved quite the aphrodisiac and before I knew what was happening, my hand was pulled away from my centre and fell victim to one glorious suck as Lisa rid all evidence of my impatient behaviour.

"You taste amazing," she smirked, positioning both hands above my head by locking them in place. "Ready?"

Born ready!

A quick nod to the head was all it took to have her push past the small barrier created by my one-year abstinence streak. It hurt at first, but as her smooth member breached un-entered territory, I soon found I was introduced to new levels of satisfaction, which distracted my mind from the mild shooting pain currently taking place in my groin.

"Look at me," she inhaled, ever the gentlewoman in her request.

I did as instructed and met her blue-grey gaze head-on, offering her a cheeky smile to accompany it. Thankfully, our encounter didn't feel awkward and although likely down to excessive alcohol consumption, I was certainly not one to complain.

"You look funny like this," I admitted, pulling lightly on her hair.

"Like what?"

"Sexy," I revealed, soon losing it.

Lisa's moans of pleasure pulled me from my spoken thoughts and with one thrust, two thrust, three thrust, four; I was well on my way to orgasm central. Her rhythm was unapologetic and quite frankly, intoxicating as far as ensuring my pleasure was concerned. Whilst my sounds were far from sexy, at that precise moment in time, I couldn't have cared less. Instead of worrying about it, I simply matched her hips in each slam, wanting her to at least semi-enjoy herself with my inexperienced skills and unchoreographed movements.

"Lisa!" I screamed, preparing to let go.

"Jennie!"

Her loud chant of my name left me feeling dazed beyond anything else and loving that I was the root of her obvious pleasure; I shoved my hands through her slightly damp hair and pulled on the roots. Her glistening eyes shone back at me in an unspoken claim to enjoyment. Then just as the burning coil in my stomach began to wind up, I pulled her smiling lips down to meet my own in another kiss, tasting her tequila laced tongue as it swept the premiere of my mouth. It was relentless in its aim to gain greater access; something I was only too happy to grant, and yes, it was a shock, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy it.

"Lisa, now! I'm about to. Oh my god, I can't," I suddenly declared, mildly mortified by the prospect of having an orgasm in front of my best friend.

"Yes you can, Jennie. Eyes stay on me," she gritted, seemingly on the edge of her own impending release.

I attempted to remain wide-eyed to the best of my ability but failed when I was hit with the beginnings of my climax; each intense ripple as addictive as the last.

"Eyes open, Jennie!" shouted Lisa, punishing in her harsh thrust.

I immediately complied and in doing so, fell over the edge, moaning my way through each second of my dramatic finish with Lisa's name being the only thing leaving my lips. Breathing and moaning alongside one another whilst I witnessed her lucid eyes roll to the back of her head was uplifting in itself, not to mention incredibly intimate. I had never come at the same time as anyone. Surely, it was scientifically hard to ensure, yet it would seem Lisa and I made it there ourselves, easy peasy, lemon squeezy.

And whilst pissed off our tits, no less!

"Come here," she soothed, wiping away the stray strands of hair that had fallen into my suddenly tired eyes.

I immediately entered the Lisa cave and whilst pressing my lips to her jaw, murmured a quiet, "Later, gator."

We were no longer joined physically, but emotionally, we were as close as ever, almost as if there was an invisible string pulling us together. It was no secret we were both still highly intoxicated, but I couldn't yet bring myself to regret sleeping with her.

Yet.

And with that thought in mind, I was left with nothing but the feel of Lisa's arms wrapped around my back as her soft breath fanned my naked shoulder.

"Cheerio, hoe," she replied, squeezing me even tighter. "Sleep tight, gorgeous."

And sleep tight, I did.

With the sun carelessly seeping in through my inability to close curtains in such drunkenness, my poor mind was subject to a much earlier wake-up call than necessary, offering my hangover the head start it so desperately craved. Pounding like no over, I attempted to soothe my aches and pains by rubbing at both temples, stopping only when the feel of cool silk glided against my bare arm. The last I checked, my bedding was pure cotton, so to feel silk at such a time must've meant I wasn't in my own bed.

Shit!

I was then hit with the smell of Vanilla and Lavender; slightly relieved for having discovered I was in the company of Lisa but didn't dare celebrate for long.

Tequila.

Kissing.

Sex.

Double shit!

I bolted up in bed, neither here, nor there with regards to waking my sleeping best friend and desperately attempted to locate last night's clothing.

"Shit, shit, shit!" I chanted, thankfully finding my underwear straight away.

I slipped both items on and settled for stealing a T-shirt from Lisa, pairing it with last night's skirt and shoes. Luckily, she didn't budge an inch the entire time I redressed. Quickly, and with the much unlikely hopes of her forgetting everything that happened between us, I then made my way towards her bedroom door, hoping to quietly escape. I just about made it out when my stupid conscience forced me to look over my shoulder; the metaphorical weight of my guilt crushing me whole. She seemed so peaceful with an arm carelessly flung over her head and the other still resting as though it were holding me.

I needed to leave!

Sheepishly, I tiptoed out of her flat and welcomed the cool, six o'clock air as it whipped at my face, acting as a brutal punishment against my less-than-considerate actions. Running out on Lisa was obviously not ideal, but I saw no other alternative. In the nineteen years we had been friends, we shared a total of two intimate moments, whereby nothing serious ever came of it. A simple kiss and a discussion surrounding the thoughts one had during masturbation. We were innocent on both occasions and although puberty was starting to kick in, I'd put it down to emotional trauma and teenagers being teenagers. Nothing compared to actually sleeping together.

Facing her after sleeping together sounded like literal torture and in all honesty, I was scared. Having sex could've changed things for the worst, and I wasn't ready to accept that our stupidity had potentially cost us our friendship.

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