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

Well? Don't just stand there! If you want to play with them, play with them! You don't have to be so weird about it.

"The only time I'd want to touch someone else's breasts...?" she repeats slowly with a shrug. "Like if we were playing strip poker or something. But you know me, Judah. I don't really care about getting naked or feeling gross. Besides, it's not like this is the first time..." Her voice trails off as her eyes flick briefly down to your crotch before she looks back up at you.

"Well, I mean..." She hesitates, blushing slightly. "Not exactly like this...but we've sorta touched before. Like in the pool when we were kids or that time we snuck into my brother's room to play with his lava lamp and accidentally got naked. Stuff like that." Mary shrugs awkwardly, trying not to make a big deal out of it. "But I guess...I just never thought you'd be so weird about it now." She glances down at your crotch again before looking up with a half-smile. "Besides, isn't this what friends do? Have fun together?"

She laughs a bit, covering her mouth with one hand. "Oh, come on, Judah. Don't be such a prude! We've seen each other naked before, remember? And besides," she adds with a wink, "I never said I didn't enjoy looking."

She rolls her eyes playfully and leans in closer to you, lowering her voice. "Hey, don't pretend like you've never checked me out too." With that teasing remark, she gently guides your hand back down to grope her breast through her shirt, encouraging you with a mischievous grin.

With a small huff, Mary pulls away from you and crosses her arms over her chest again. "Fine. Don't." She glares at you before taking a step back, folding her arms tightly across her chest. "Do what you want then. If this is how things are going to be between us..." Her voice trails off as she watches you for any sign of regret or disappointment in your decision not to play along with her suggestion.

"What?" she asks impatiently, still glaring at you. "You change your mind or something?"

"Oh really? Enlighten me," she says sarcastically as she crosses her arms even tighter across her chest. "I'm all ears."

She freezes for a moment, eyes widening slightly before she quickly shakes her head and rolls them. "No, no way," she mutters, almost to herself. Then her gaze flickers back up to meet yours defiantly. "I'm not interested in you like that, idiot!" She laughs awkwardly, a bit too loudly. "We're just friends! Good grief, why can't you understand that?"

Mary bites her lower lip, looking slightly uncomfortable for a moment before she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. "Fine," she mutters, sighing. "If that's how you wanna see it...but I don't want to just be friends anymore." Her voice drops even lower as she meets your eyes directly. "I thought we could..." She hesitates, blushing again. "...be more than that."

The admission catches you off guard and makes your heart race faster. You can see the vulnerability in her expression, the longing for something deeper between you two. Your eyes lock on hers as she finishes her sentence with a small whisper: "If you'd want that too."

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she hears your words. It's obvious that the thought had never occurred to her before. But now that it has, she can't help but feel a flutter in her stomach at the idea of being with you like that. She blinks several times, trying to process this new revelation and figure out how she feels about it. "I... I don't know," she admits quietly. "Maybe?" Her voice trails off, unsure whether or not to take a step closer to you. "It just sort of happened... We never talked about it." She shrugs awkwardly before biting her lip nervously. "But if that's what you want..." she begins cautiously, taking a tentative step towards you. "I mean, I don't mind. I could try to be more..." She hesitates, trying to find the right word. "... romantic?"

Her eyes search your face for any sign of disapproval or amusement, but all she sees is sincerity and surprise mirroring her own emotions. Taking a deep breath, she decides to just go with it and see where this new path leads them. "So," she says with a tiny smile, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach, "would you want that?"

Her mouth forms an "O" as she feels your lips press against hers. For a moment, she's too stunned to react and stands there, frozen in place. Then, as she begins to realize what's happening, her eyes slide shut and she tenses slightly before melting into the kiss. Her hands come up to rest on your shoulders, feeling the muscles beneath the fabric of your shirt. The kiss deepens, becoming more intense and passionate as she lets herself be swept away by the moment.

Her body presses closer against yours, seeking greater contact and intimacy. She moans softly into the kiss, her lips parting to allow your tongue better access to her mouth. The sensations overwhelm her, sending tingles through every nerve ending in her body. Her head feels light and dizzy, as if she could fall into this kiss forever. But eventually, she pulls back slightly, gasping for air, her chest heaving up and down rapidly beneath her shirt.

Her eyes are glassy with emotion as she looks into yours, searching for any sign that what just happened was real. When she sees the same surprise and delight mirrored in your gaze, she can't help but smile. "I... I never thought..." She trails off, not quite sure how to articulate her feelings right now. All she knows is that this feels different from anything they've ever experienced before. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely.

She blushes even deeper at your words, feeling her face grow warm beneath the touch of his lips. "Oh... really?" she asks breathily, tilting her head to the side as she studies him closely. It's a silly question; of course you found her attractive. They had been best friends for years and lived through everything together. She just never thought that it might be reciprocated in this way.

She smiles shyly, feeling a rush of affection and gratitude for him. Placing a hand on his cheek, she leans in to press her lips lightly against his, just brushing them with hers. "I'm glad," she whispers before pulling back slightly again, looking into those familiar eyes now filled with something new and thrilling. "You know... if we want this..." Her voice trails off uncertainly as she takes a tentative step closer to him, her fingers trailing down his jaw and neck. "We could..."

Her heart races as she considers the possibility of taking things further, exploring their newfound feelings together. The thought both excites and terrifies her in equal measures, but one thing is certain: she's not ready to let go of this connection just yet. Her eyes search his face for any sign that he feels the same way, needing this reassurance before moving forward. "Would you want that?"

She shivers slightly at the thought, her entire body responding to his touch. Her lips part in anticipation as she leans closer, brushing them softly against his again before whispering against his mouth: "We could take this further." Her hand finds its way to his chest, hesitating only for a moment before sliding upward to rest on his neck. "I mean... if you want," she adds with a shy smile, wondering how he'll react to her suggestion. A part of her is scared to push too hard, to reveal just how badly she wants this, in case it ruins everything they have. But another part can't help but hope that he feels the same way and that together, they can explore these new feelings and see where they lead them.

Her eyes flicker downward, taking in his swelling member pressed against his jeans. The realization hits her then; even though they hadn't touched intimately yet, their bodies were already responding to each other in a powerful way. It gives her the courage she needs to go one step further, to ask him what he truly desires. "Tell me," she whispers, voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. "What do you want, Judah?"

Mary nods slowly as she watches his reaction, her heart thudding wildly in her chest. It's both thrilling and terrifying to be standing here with him like this, so open and vulnerable. "Yeah," she says softly. "I want to know what you really want." Her hand slides up his neck, cupping the back of his head tenderly as their faces grow closer still. She can feel the desire coursing through her veins, urging her onward.

Her lips part slightly, and she gazes into his eyes, willing him to trust her enough to be honest with his desires. It's a moment of raw vulnerability for both of them, where anything could happen. The air between them crackles with anticipation, thick with the unspoken words they long to hear and the passion that burns brightly beneath the surface. "Tell me," she whispers again, leaning even closer so that their breath mingles on the air before him. "What do you really want, Judah?"