Seducing Her Best Friend

by Doris O'Connor

  Would she like that sting of pain, or did I need to go gently? There were so many things I didn’t know about her, and I couldn’t wait to find them out. I spread Tirath’s legs wider and sucked in a breath as her slit opened up for me.

  “So fucking beautiful.” I murmured the words into her soft skin, and then let my tongue sweep up her sweet nectar. Tirath’s essence exploded on my taste buds, and I mumbled my approval at her taste.

  “You taste so damn good, girl.”

  I blew softly on the quivering flesh in front of me, earning myself a deep-throated moan from Tirath. A fresh wave of her juices seeped out onto her thighs, and I wasted no time licking it up.

  With Tirath’s sighs, moans, and incoherent cries urging me on, I lapped at her pussy like I was drowning in sweet ecstasy. And in a way I was. I always loved going down on a girl, and this wasn’t just anyone. This was Tirath, my love. I may very well have murmured those words of love in between licking. I honestly don’t know if I did, not that it mattered, Not with Tirath hovering on the precipice, gasping for air, as she ground herself against my face. I pushed two fingers into Tirath’s cunt and stepped up my assault on the sweet, quivering clit in front of me. When I bit down gently on the hard nub, Tirath’s internal muscles clenched around my fingers, sucking those digits in as though she never wanted to let me go as the first telltale quivers of Tirath’s impending orgasm hit.

  “Oh God, Rosie … I can’t … Jesus … Ro, I’m going to … yes, God, yes.”

  I finger-fucked that sweet cunt faster, and continued to suck and nibble Tirath’s clit, drinking in her essence as she came in a gush, screaming my name. I didn’t let up on my assault until Tirath grew limp underneath me. Her thighs quivered around my face, and I sat back on my haunches, satisfied beyond words at having made her fall apart so spectacularly. When I peeked up at Tirath’s flushed face, the stunned expression and depths of emotion in her passion-filled eyes blew me away.

  Halle-freaking-lujah.

  “Sweet Jesus, Rosie, I never knew it could be this fucking good.”

  Chapter Four

  Tirath

  Oh my God, I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  With my limbs still trembling in aftershocks, I could do nothing but smile at Rosie as she emerged from between my legs. I’m sure I looked just like she did right now. Cat that got the cream sprang to mind, or should that be chocolate, as Rosie grinned back at me and wiped her mouth. The action meant the dollop of chocolate still clinging to her lips smeared along her cheek.

  I wanted to lick that stain off her skin, to give back some of the pleasure she’d wrung from me, so I pulled on her apron strings. Shrieking in laughter at my actions, which had apparently caught her off guard, Rosie fell forward and landed on my lap. I wasted no time in gaining advantage of her loss of balance, because her slender frame felt far too good sitting on me. Fisting my hands in the fabric covering Rosie’s small, pert breasts, I pulled her down for a kiss.

  Rosie smelled like heaven and chocolate, and I could taste myself on her tongue. I always thought that would be gross, but in reality, it made me want her more. It was a huge turn-on, in fact, to know where her mouth had been only moments before, and it made me more determined to return the favor.

  Rosie gasped into my mouth when I pushed my free hand under her apron. I simply had to touch her skin on skin, and I dragged my fingernails along Rosie’s ribcage. She whimpered in need, and I knew I was on the right track here.

  “Yes, don’t stop, please, babe.”

  Rosie kissed me in between murmuring those words, and I returned the kisses with all the pent up and long denied passion I’d felt for her.

  “I have no intention of stopping.”

  I felt rather than saw Rosie’s smile in answer as she kissed a path down my neck and sank her teeth into the sensitive skin there. The sharp sting made my pussy tingle anew. Determined to retaliate, I skimmed my nails across her bullet point nipples, and then pulled one of them between my fingers and squeezed hard.

  “Fuck yeah, so good.”

  Rosie’s panted words made me bolder, and I drew a lazy pattern down over the velvety soft flesh of her abdomen until I reached the elastic of Rosie’s knickers.

  “So wet.”

  I murmured the words in between reclaiming Rosie’s mouth with my own and lost myself for a bit in the ever more passionate kisses we shared. I could seriously make out like this forever, and never grow tired of the little sounds Rosie made as she explored my mouth with breathtaking intensity. This here felt so right and natural, I wondered why I’d ever hesitated to begin with. This here, us, we mattered.

  Rosie spread her legs, giving my fingers access to the familiar, yet so different, slick feminine folds hidden there. I broke the kiss and pushed one finger into Rosie’s tight heat, marveling at the way her internal muscles closed around it eagerly.

  “You’re so wet, munchkin face. Is that all for little old me?”

  The most endearing flush crept into Rosie’s cheeks at my whispered question. A blush that spread all the way down her neck and into the slight cleavage hidden by the apron and made me fall in love with her a little bit more. It should be me who was apprehensive about this, not her, yet she looked so very unsure. I realized in that moment how much I loved her, truly loved her, not just as my friend, but as the one person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, if she let me. Now was probably not the time to blurt out my feelings however, so I bit my tongue and simply smiled at her.

  “You don’t have to, you know.” Rosie didn’t look at me as she mumbled the words, and my heart clenched anew.

  I let my fingers to the talking. Sliding another finger into her tight and oh so wet sheath I curled them upwards and found the little raised patch I was looking for. Rosie’s low moan in my ear was the sexiest sound ever, and I used my thumb to flick her clit repeatedly. Rosie gushed for me, and I grinned as the natural lubrication aided my fingers’ slide in and out of Rosie’s clenching channel. Our breathing grew heavier, and I squirmed on the hard chair. Seeing Rosie hurtle toward her release was such a turn-on for me, too.

  All I needed was a little friction and I could so easily come again. As though she read my mind, Rosie pinched one of my nipples, and I jumped and panted my affirmation.

  “Yes, please, do that again.”

  My nipples had always been sensitive, livewires to my clit, and Rosie knew how to apply just the right kind of pain. All too soon she abandoned my breasts, however, and slid her hand lower until her fingers reached deep inside my pussy.

  Sensitized tissues responded instantly, and I drew in a sharp breath. Our gazes locked, and what I read in her darkening eyes made my heart soar. We interlinked our left hands and with the digits of our right hands deeply buried in each other’s bodies, we came together in a mind-blowingly intense orgasm that left us gasping for breath in each other’s arms.

  When our breathing slowed down enough to talk, Rosie dropped a tender kiss on my nose, before slowly disentangling our entwined limbs. She licked the last traces of chocolate off her fingers, still glistening in my juices, and turned to survey the scene of devastation around us. All I had eyes for was the sight of Rosie’s butt. Encased in frilly white French knickers it had a clear chocolate handprint on one cheek, and I giggled. The giggle turned into a full belly laugh when I surveyed this corner of the boat. Chocolate drips were everywhere. Rosie’s sculpture attempt appeared reduced to a congealed mass of nothingness. The air was heavy with the musky smell of sex, interlaced with chocolate and the faint traces of my sultry perfume and Rosie’s deodorant.

  I hugged myself. Knowing that I now smelled of Rosie and vice versa was immensely comforting. A warm glow spread through me as Rosie, too, started laughing, shook her head and pulled me towards the bathroom.

  “We can sort that out another time. Let’s get you in the shower. You’re a mess, Princess T.”

  I raised my eyebrows and poked Rosie in the side, eliciting another giggle from my oldes
t friend.

  “Well, you don’t look that hot yourself right now.”

  “Oh, I don’t, do I?”

  Rosie’s affronted tones were completely at odds with the brilliant smile, and butterflies settled in my stomach as Rosie advanced on me. I backed away until I bumped into the wall, and Rosie caged me in. Using just one finger, she traced an invisible line from the tip of my nose, over my lips, and down my throat. She skimmed along my collarbone and trailed that finger around each one of my heavy breasts, barely touching the aching globes.

  It drove me insane, and I loved it at same time.

  When she leaned down and kissed each nipple tip with a feather light touch, I groaned long and hard and rubbed my thighs together in a vain attempt to soothe the growing ache of arousal in my cunt.

  I had come twice already, and I shouldn’t be this turned on again so quickly, but it seemed I couldn’t get enough of sex with Rosie. No scratch that, not sex. This was making love, and I never wanted this feeling to end.

  I could feel Rosie’s smile in the butterfly kisses she delivered in her path back up to my neck, whilst that single finger trailed south and teased along my slit. I spread my legs wider to give Rosie better access, and she sank her knuckles into my aching pussy. It elicited another long, drawn-out moan from me.

  Rosie playfully nipped my earlobe, her smile wickedness itself, as she pulled back, withdrew her fingers and ran them along my lips.

  “So, if I’m not all that hot, why is that sweet cunt of yours all wet and aching for me? Taste yourself, see how wet you are for me.”

  I obediently opened up and groaned as I sucked Rosie’s slim fingers into my mouth. My hands started their own exploration along Rosie’s slight curves, and I pulled her closer into me. I pushed my breasts against hers, creating delicious friction on my sensitive nipples as they rubbed against Rosie’s little bullet points. I squeezed Rosie’s ass cheeks and relished her sigh of surrender as my fingers slid home into Rosie’s moist heat.

  “You’re definitely hot stuff there. I’d say we’re even.”

  “Perfectly matched in fact.” Rosie’s voice wobbled with barely suppressed emotion. She tried to pull away, but I wouldn’t let her.

  “This isn’t another game for me, you know,” I said, needing her to understand. “The men, they were the game. And none of them have turned me on as much as you do with just one look. It just took me a while to realize that. I was so focused on doing the right thing, you know, what with my father’s expectations and whatnot. I was a fool, but when I found Max cheating on me, it just crystallized it all for me. Why should I deny myself what I really wanted?”

  Rosie frowned.

  “He did what? I mean your father said, but shit, what a wanker—but does that mean you’re here on the rebound?”

  I shook my head and bit my lip, as my own insecurities rushed to the surface. And what the heck did she mean my father said? Not that he was important right now, and I rushed on.

  “No, it wasn’t like that, you’ve got to believe me.”

  Rosie went very still, and when she finally responded I had to strain to hear the whispered words.

  “You say that now, but you’ll feel differently in the morning. You’re bound to. Finding that asshole like that must have been a shock for you. Let’s not analyze this. I … I love you too much to risk losing you.”

  Rosie refused to look at me, and that just wouldn’t do. I cupped her precious face in my hands and pulled it down until our foreheads rested against each other’s. My heart was beating so fast in my chest, I could feel the pulses in my fingertips. Rosie’s, too, seemed to be galloping. The thudding vein in her neck was clearly visible this close.

  “I couldn’t bear to lose you either,” I said.

  I inwardly grimaced as my voice cracked on the words, but I had to say it loud. To make her see I meant this. That this wasn’t done on a whim.

  “I almost didn’t come tonight, but I had nowhere else to go, and … and I needed to see you … I needed to confirm to myself that I made the right decision.” I swallowed past the sudden lump in my throat when the enormity of my decision dawned on me. Shit, apart from Rosie I had no one now, and if she didn’t want me, if this was just sex, then…

  The kiss shook me out of my musings—a loving whisper of a kiss—delivered by Rosie’s soft lips that turned my insides to mush and my knees to jelly.

  “What decision was that, Princess T?” Rosie asked. “I know you’ve fallen out with your dad. He left an abusive message on my voice mail earlier. That’s why I was out here trying to sculpt and trying to keep my hands off you. He said you broke up with Max. I just didn’t realize why.” Rosie’s hopeful smile made my toes curl under, and I linked my hands behind her neck. Rosie delivered a soft kiss to my arm, and I bit back a sob when Rosie’s emerald eyes shimmered in answering tears as our gazes connected.

  “I wasn’t going to push you for answers. I figured you had enough to cope with, without adding my wishes into it. But then you turn up wearing nothing but my shirt and being so fucking seductive—hell, I didn’t stand a chance.”

  My heart leapt anew at those words, and I smiled through my tears. With Rosie by my side I could face anything.

  “I wasn’t sure it would work. I’ve never done this before,” I confessed. “Only in my dreams. Dreams that always starred my best friend. And you don’t seduce your best friend, do you?”

  I risked a peep at Rosie from under my long lashes. She looked stunned and hopeful and cute enough to eat, as she wrinkled her little freckled nose and drew her delicate brows together in a frown.

  “Of course, I’m not a very good catch now,” I rambled on. “I have nothing but the clothes I came in. I dare say Papa will burn my stuff, rather than let me have it. I’m dead to him he said. But I couldn’t live a lie anymore, and Max, he never wanted me anyway. He wanted Papa’s money and the status a marriage to me would bring. I was only ever a bargaining tool. I doubt Papa ever even loved me. I wasn’t the boy he wanted.” My voice cracked as the old wound was ripped wide open, and I leaned into Rosie’s comforting arms as she drew me against her taller frame.

  Rosie didn’t say anything, just held me close and let me cry, as the tears fell again. Tears at what might have been had my mother not died giving birth to me. Tears at the wasted years and above all tears of hope.

  When I finally stopped crying—Jesus, I’d cried more in the last twenty-four hours than I had in all my life it seemed—Rosie kissed the remaining tears off my face. The infinite gentleness behind those kisses meant the world to me right now. My sweet Rosie.

  “I know it hurts, babe, but your father is the one who loses out here. He’s lost you. You’re special and talented, and clever, and you can do anything you want, and I’m so very lucky that you’ve chosen me to be your friend and your lover, if that’s what you want.”

  My heart soared in happiness, and I drew Rosie down for a kiss that left us both gasping for breath.

  “Munchkin face, you’re all I ever wanted. I love you. I’ve always loved you. It just took me a while to realize how much and that I wanted you in my bed as well as in my life.”

  “Thank fuck for that!” Rosie’s heartfelt exclamation made me giggle.

  “Though I’ll have to be your kept woman for a while. I have no idea what I’ll do for a job, you know.”

  Rosie kissed my nose and shrugged.

  “Ah, well there’s a job going for a waitress at the bar. My boss mentioned putting an advert up only the other day. You haven’t got any experience, but if I vouch for you I dare say the job is yours, if you want it that is.”

  I knew I had a shit eating grin on my face right now.

  “Hell, yeah, that would be grand. I get to work and live with you, too?”

  Rosie laughed and rolled her eyes.

  “Yeah, you might get sick of the sight of me.”

  “Never.” I was quick to reassure her. “We’ve missed out on so much time. I want to spend every wakin
g moment with you. You’ll probably get fed up with me.”

  “Don’t be daft, but I mean it. I don’t expect you to stay a waitress. It will do until you figure out what you really want to do, however.”

  I nodded, my mind whirling with the possibilities. Freedom at last, true freedom to be who I wanted to be, who I needed to be, and it was all due to the amazing woman in front of me.

  “When did I get to be so lucky?”

  I slapped Rosie’s ass playfully and pulled her along to the bathroom.

  “Now show me how us girls can make love in the shower. I get the feeling we’ll be in there a very long time indeed. This chocolate is everywhere.”

  Rosie laughed and proceeded to do just that. By the time we managed to get back into bed, the sun was streaming in through the windows.

  Despite being bone tired I couldn’t sleep and spent ages watching Rosie’s slight chest fall and rise with her even breaths.

  She didn’t know it yet, but I wasn’t completely useless. Once the ruckus about my broken engagement and my coming out had died down I would use some of my connections to ensure Rosie’s artwork would get the recognition it deserved. Her sculptures were everywhere on the boat, and one thing I did know a lot about was art. Hers were exquisite, and once shown properly to the world, folks would pay handsomely for them, of that I was certain.

  I finally fell asleep with the beginning of a plan in my mind.

  Epilogue

  Twelve months later

  Sam

  I wasn’t jealous, I told myself. Such emotion was beneath me, as I walked around the gallery, and observed the crowd of fashionable people there to admire Rosie’s work. I’d always known she would make it big one day. All she’d needed was for someone to take notice.