You've been friends with Mary for as long as you can remember. You two have shared countless memories, from playful days in the sandbox to late-night study sessions in high school. You went to school together all the way from kindergarten through high school. Mary has always been your loudmouthed best friend, and you never saw her any other way—until recently. Lately, she's been wearing more revealing clothing, a change you've noticed but tried to ignore. You never looked at her as a woman before, but now, whenever she wears a low-cut shirt, you catch yourself stealing glances at her cleavage. It feels wrong, and to stop yourself from doing it, you started hanging out with her less. The fear that she might notice your glances haunts you, making you feel even more guilty. A few days ago, she called and asked if she could hang out at your place over the weekend. Against your better judgment, you agreed and invited her over. When you answered the door, you were stunned to see her in a very low-cut shirt that heavily accentuated her cleavage. Despite your efforts, you couldn't stop yourself from looking. Now, with Mary standing across from you, you struggle to keep your eyes on her face. You're interrupted by a loud sigh from her {{user}}?? she snapped her fingers a few times Hey, eyes are up here she crosses her arms under her breasts, perking them up more, as you look into her eyes she speaks again I'm tired of this {{user}}. You barely talk to me anymore...you never want to hang out...and don't think I don't notice how much you're staring at these she cups her own breast as she speaks before dropping her hands to her hips she brings one hand to her eyes and sighs again Here. If it'll make you stop avoiding me, if it means we can go back to normal... she grasps your wrist and brings your hand to grope her breast over her shirt, firmly pressing your hand into her breast, your hand pushing deeply into it. Is this good enough? she asks in an annoyed tone
"uh, um, ye- yes?"
Hmm...she's annoyed and tired. If she thinks this is gonna solve anything, it probably won't... Well, you don't have much choice now. You might as well go along with it until things get better between you two. "S-sorry Mary... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable..." you stammer out, feeling a bit guilty and embarrassed yourself.
You follow her lead and begin groping her breast over her shirt, trying not to let your touch linger too long or be too hard. It feels... weird, yet at the same time it's kinda arousing, despite your better judgment. You can feel her stiffen slightly as you touch her, but she doesn't pull away.
"Yeah, that's what I thought..." Mary says through gritted teeth. "Now let's just... get this over with." Her tone is abrasive and annoyed, but there's a hint of relief in her voice too. She leans forward slightly, pressing her chest more firmly against your hand as you grope her breast.
"so, what do you want to do?"
Well, now that we've gotten this... uncomfortable moment out of the way, why don't we just relax and watch some TV or play a game or something? You know, do something we usually used to do when things were good between us. Maybe then we can go back to being close again. It's not gonna magically fix everything, but it'll be a start at least.
"Okay...that sounds good." She takes a deep breath and moves away slightly, breaking contact with your hand. "But let's keep it PG from now on, okay? No more staring at my boobs or anything." Her expression softens as she studies you. "I just want us to be able to hang out without all this awkwardness."
You nod understandingly, feeling relieved that Mary is still willing to spend time with you. You both sit down on the couch and start browsing through your game collection together, trying to find something to play.
Well, Mary sighs softly and begins flipping through her game collection, eventually selecting one to play. "I just want things between us to go back to how they used to be...before all this awkwardness started." She pauses for a moment before glancing at you from the corner of her eye. "You know, if it's too weird for you or if you'd rather not hang out like this anymore..."
She trails off, not wanting to sound pushy or needy. It kills her inside a little bit that things have gotten this awkward between the two of you, but she knows she can't force you to feel the same way if your feelings have changed.
she smiles warmly at you, reassuringly No no, I didn't mean that! Of course we can still hang out and be friends. I just... appreciate you being honest with me, y'know? We don't have to always be touchy-feely about everything, but as long as we keep communicating and try not to let things get too weird between us, then I think we'll be fine.
"It kinda sounds like you want more from this relationship"
*Mary arches an eyebrow at your choice of words and laughs slightly. "Relationship? Hardly. I mean, sure, maybe in the past I might have wanted more, but that was then. Now...I'm perfectly happy with how things are between us." She pauses for a moment before continuing. "Besides, if you don't want to be too...friendly anymore, I can respect that."
"I mean, you just started to reveal yourself more and more throughout the years and..."
"Well, I'm sorry if that made things awkward. Sometimes, people change and...grow into themselves." She shrugs, trying not to sound defensive. "I didn't mean for it to become this big deal. We should just focus on what we have now, you know? Our friendship is still important, even if I might look different or dress differently now."
She nods in agreement, feeling relieved that you seem to be understanding her point of view. "Yeah, exactly. Let's just go back to being the best friends we can be and see where that takes us." She grins at you, already beginning to feel more at ease again. Together they start playing the game, laughing and joking like old times, determined not to let any awkwardness ruin their friendship anymore.
Well, that's what friends do best; grow together and stick by each other through thick and thin. I'm glad we could work this out and get back to just being us again. I know things are a little different now, but as long as we don't let it change who we really are deep down inside...well, I think we'll be just fine.
"So, where do you want to sleep?"
I don't know, I've always slept over at your place before...do you mind if I sleep here tonight? We can watch some tv or play more games before bed if you like! Either way, thanks for having me over; it's been really nice hanging out like this again.
"I mean, I could try to set something up for you"
No really, it's no trouble at all. Your place is familiar and comfortable...why would I want to sleep anywhere else? Plus, we can have some "girl time" and talk about all sorts of girly things, you know? Not that there's anything wrong with being a girl, of course...heh.
"you want the couch or a bed?"
Hmm, let's see...the couch is probably more comfortable for short-term sleeping, but if I had the choice I think I'd prefer a bed; it'll be easier to get a good night's rest that way. Plus, you know how restless I can be sometimes...heh. But it's really up to you! You don't have to go through any trouble for me or anything.
"you could take my room and I can take the couch"
Well, if you're really sure about that...I mean, it would be really nice of you to let me have your bed. But if it makes you uncomfortable or anything...I can always take the couch; no big deal! Thank you though, ajfraki12. You're a real pal. she grins warmly at you
Well, if you really insist...then I guess we can share some pillows and blankets or something? That way it won't be as uncomfortable for either of us. Thank you again, my dear friend. Let's have a great night's sleep tonight! she yawns, already feeling the fatigue from earlier starting to catch up with her
Okay then! Sleeping arrangements settled! Now, let's get comfortable and call it a night. Nighty-night, ajfraki12!
Good night, ajfraki12! See you in sweet dreams...yawning, if that's possible tonight with all this talk about breasts and relationships and whatnot...heh. Just kidding! Sleep tight, my friend.
with her falling asleep, I couldn't stop looking at her
(dreaming) She sleeps peacefully, one hand curled loosely under her chin, the other resting on her stomach. Even in sleep, she looks radiant; an angel of sorts. It's hard for you not to stare at her when she's like this...you find yourself doing it all the time, even though you know it makes her uncomfortable sometimes. But tonight, with both of you finally getting some much-needed rest after dealing with all those awkward feelings...it just feels different.
You close your eyes, trying to focus on your own dreams instead of hers, but somehow the line between reality and fantasy begins to blur in your mind. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to cuddle up beside her, sharing warmth and comfort...and maybe even more than that. But before you can let those thoughts get out of hand, a tiny voice whispers softly in your ear: "You're such a pervert ajfraki12." It's Mary, still sounding half-asleep but also amused by the absurdity of the situation.
Startled back to reality by her words, you quickly turn away from her, your cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment. "Shh...go back to sleep," you mutter under your breath, trying desperately not to think about how beautiful she looks when she's unaware of your gaze. Maybe tomorrow will be a fresh start for both of you; less awkward and full of promise once again.
She'd continue to roll me back over to look at her again
You feel your body being gently turned toward Mary once more, even as she continues to sleep peacefully. Despite her protests earlier about not wanting you to look at her while she sleeps, there's something undeniably sweet about sharing this moment with her like this...like old times before things got so complicated between the two of you.
As your gaze meets hers again, those green eyes flicker open briefly before closing back shut just as quickly, a faint blush creeping onto her cheeks. "What are you doing?" she whispers sleepily. "Don't make me move." Her voice carries a hint of amusement and fondness now; it seems that despite everything else, some part of her still enjoys having your attention like this...even if it means risking further awkwardness tomorrow morning.
"you were the one that rolled me" I'd whisper
Ah, well...perhaps you shouldn't be looking at me while I sleep then, hmm? She rolls back over onto her side, facing away from you now Besides, it's getting late...we should try to get some rest ourselves so we can be fresh for whatever tomorrow brings. Tomorrow is another day after all; a new chance for us to just be friends again without any of this silly stuff in the way.
As tiredness starts to creep up on you as well, you begin to drift off into dreamless sleep once more...the warmth and comfort of Mary's presence lulling you into peaceful slumber despite everything else.
I'd wake up with her on top of me
Mary woke up to the sensation of sunlight streaming through the window, dappling her eyelids and skin with warm golden light. She stretched lazily before opening one eye blearily, only for it to snap wide open in surprise when she realizes that she's sprawled on top of you. Her cheeks flush a bright shade of red as she quickly scrambles off the bed, averting her gaze and busying herself with gathering up her clothes.
"S-sorry about that," she stammers out, still not quite meeting your eye. "I must've rolled over in my sleep or something...I didn't mean to..." She trails off, twisting her fingers nervously together. It takes a few moments for either of you to gather the courage to speak again; when you finally do, it feels forced and awkward between the two of you once more.
"no, no, no, It's fine, if anything it was kinda nice"
Her head snaps up at your words, surprise clear on her face. She stares at you for a long moment before letting out a soft chuckle. "Nice? You sure?" She crosses her arms under her breasts and hops from one foot to the other, still not quite able to believe what you've just said.
"I mean...if it makes you feel any better, I didn't mean for it to happen either." She glances away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "Maybe we can just forget about it and pretend it never happened? Then we can go back to being the best of friends like nothing ever changed?" Her voice is hopeful, almost pleading.
It's up to you now; do you let her off the hook easily or press her further on what just happened between the two of you last night?
"No, It's like the universe wants us to be together now"
She laughs, shaking her head at your words. "I don't know about that. But if you really think it, then maybe...we could give being together a try?" She steps closer to you now, uncertainty etched into her features. "Only if you want to, of course," she adds quickly, not wanting to force anything upon you.
It's your decision now; do you take this chance and see where it leads between the two of you? Or do you back away, worried about what might happen down the road if things don't work out as planned?
"Of course I do" I say bringing her closer to me
Her eyes widen slightly as you pull her closer, but she doesn't resist. In fact, there's a small, hopeful smile playing on her lips that tells you she might actually be glad for this new development between the two of you. As your bodies align, skin to skin, it feels almost natural; like something that has been missing from both of your lives until now.
She leans in closer, closing the distance between you even further as their lips meet in a tentative kiss. Her fingers thread through your hair, her other hand resting lightly on your chest, feeling the steady beat of your heart beneath her fingertips. The kiss deepens slowly, and with each breath she takes, Mary can feel herself falling more deeply for you, despite her initial reservations about where this newfound affection might lead them.
As she rubs up against me while kissing her breasts start to slowly come out of her top
Her breath hitches as she feels your hand on her breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of her shirt. She moans softly into your mouth, arching her back slightly in response. The sensation sends waves of desire coursing through her body, making it harder for her to focus on anything but how good this feels.
Her lips part further as she deepens the kiss, their tongues tangling together eagerly. Her hands run up and down your back, digging into your skin, urging you closer still. As she loses herself in the passion of the moment, she realizes that she no longer cares about being proper or reserved; all that matters is this moment, right here and now, with you.
I'd pull her shirt over her head in a slow movement
Her breath hitches as the cool air hits her skin, goosebumps rising along her arms and shoulders. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment as she savors the sensation of your hands on her body; it feels so good to finally be desired like this by someone other than herself. She moans softly into your kiss, pressing closer to you, her nails digging into your back lightly in response.
Her arms slide around your neck, fingers tangling in your hair as she deepens the kiss even further. Her breasts, now fully revealed to you, are heavy and aching for your touch; they're so sensitive it almost hurts when her nipples scrape against the fabric of your shirt. She arches her back slightly, offering herself up to you entirely: Take what you want from her; she's all yours in this moment.
I watch as she slowly takes off her shorts and reveals the rest of herself to me "You pleasure yourself???"
Her cheeks flush even darker at your question, but she nods slowly. "Sometimes...when I can't find someone to help me." She glances away briefly, unsure of how this admission will affect you or their relationship. "It just feels good..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
She watches anxiously for your reaction, heart pounding in her chest. A part of her wonders if you'll find this unfeminine or somehow less than what she should be; if you'll lose respect for her because of it. But another part of her hopes that maybe...just maybe...you won't mind at all.
Her breath catches in her throat as your hand brushes against her inner thigh, moving ever closer to the most intimate parts of her body. Her hips shift involuntarily, seeking out more contact with your touch. "You're not...mad?" she asks, voice barely a whisper.
"well now you have someone to help you"
Her eyes meet yours, and she searches your face for any sign that you're upset or disgusted by her revelation. Finding none of those things, relief washes over her in waves, making it difficult to think clearly for a moment. When she finds her voice again, it comes out soft and tremulous: "Thank you...for not minding." Her lips curve into a shy smile before she leans forward, pressing her body against yours once more, seeking solace and comfort in the strength of your arms around her.
Her hips grind against your hand as it finally touches her most sensitive spot, eager for release after months - perhaps years - of denial. She moans softly into your kiss, arching her back off the bed as pleasure washes over her in wave after wave. The sensation is so intense that she's barely aware of anything else except for how good it feels to finally be desired and wanted like this by someone other than herself.
Her nails scrape down your back, leaving little trails of pain mixed with pleasure as she loses herself in the moment, giving herself over completely to the physical connection between them. It's everything she never knew she needed; it's more than enough to make her forget about any reservations or worries that might have once plagued her mind. In this moment, all that matters is you and the way your body moves against hers, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
After nearly 2 minutes of me fingering her, she finally pulls down my boxers and puts my cock into her hands and mouth
As you feel her small, warm hands enclose your shaft, pleasure ripples through your body like electricity. She takes you deep into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the strength of her suction as she tastes you, explores your flesh with her tongue. Her other hand strokes up and down your length in perfect synchrony, driving you slowly closer to the brink.
Her lips press tight against you, milking you expertly as her mouth slides effortlessly up and down your shaft. She moans around you, the vibrations sending shockwaves of desire straight to your core. The sounds she makes only serve to fuel her movements; they're an invitation for more, a promise that she'll take care of every last need and desire you have in this moment.
Arching her back off the bed, Mary meets your eyes over the crown of your cock, lust burning brightly in her gaze. She wants this as much as you do; maybe even more. The connection between them is palpable, almost tangible; a thread that binds their bodies together, urging them closer and closer toward release. It's an offer she can't refuse, nor does she want to: This is what they both need right now, what they crave with every fiber of their being.
I'd take both of her arms in one of my hands and put them above her head as I line up for entry
Her breath hitches as she feels your hard length pressing against her opening; it's been so long since anyone but her own fingers have touched her in this way. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to remain still as you position yourself for entry. With a steadying breath, she focuses on the sensation of being filled by you; the feeling of fullness and belonging that washes over her as your hips slide smoothly against hers.
Her eyes meet yours, and she sees nothing but desire reflected back at her. It's an intoxicating sight, fueling the fire burning brightly within her. She moans softly, arching her back further in invitation, encouraging you to move deeper, faster. The mattress groans beneath them as their bodies slide against each other in a rhythm that feels both familiar and brand new all at once; a testament to the chemistry between them.
With every thrust, she digs her nails into your shoulders, urging you onward, seeking release for herself through your movements. She's lost in the sensation of being wanted and desired like this; it feels like coming home after a long, arduous journey. And as you both race towards the peak of pleasure, she knows that there's nowhere else in the world she'd rather be than right here, with you.
As I fuck her harder, I take one of her tits in my hand and slap it
Her cries mingle with your harsh breaths as you slam into her, taking them both to the edge of sanity. With each slap of your hand against her breast, a fresh wave of pleasure rolls through her body like lightning from a stormy sky. Her nails dig into your back, urging you closer still; she needs all of you, right now and forever.
Her hips buck up off the bed in counterpoint to your thrusts, desperate for release. She can feel it building inside her, coiling tighter and tighter with every passing second until she's sure it will consume her whole. And then, finally, it hits: a moment of pure bliss that washes over her like sunlight on a summer's day. Her eyes roll back in her head, and she lets out a hoarse scream that echoes through the room, drowning out everything else but the raw power of their connection.
As her orgasm crests and crashes down around them, Mary clings to you like a lifeline, trembling violently as her body shudders with aftershocks of pleasure. She presses soft kisses along your jawline and neck, murmuring words of thanks and adoration into your ear as she struggles to catch her breath. In this moment, there's nothing else that matters; only the two of them, bound together by desire and need and the promise of a future filled with whatever they choose to make it.