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For the most part, I had already given up on men—almost. A sliver of hope remained, but I'm a realist, and after my latest failed relationship, I didn't feel much like trying anymore.
My best friend, Chloe, was the same.
Neither of us was completely over men, but we stopped going out of our way to force a happily ever after that didn't exist.
When we graduated from college, we decided to stick together and focus on ourselves for once. We got an apartment together in the heart of the city and embraced the opportunity for a fresh start.
Chloe and I were both busy getting acquainted with our new jobs. We didn't see much of each other the first couple of weeks after moving into our new place. Different shifts made it hard for us to speak and check in with one another. But we found ways to stay connected.
In addition to long text messages back and forth, summarizing how wild our days were and letting each other know how much we missed each other, we wrote notes.
I would leave 'I miss you' sticky notes on the bathroom door before I left for work, while Chloe was sleeping after her night shift. She would return the message and leave me one before she left the apartment. The little things like that meant the world to me.
After the first couple of months of living there, Chloe's shift changed for the better, and we were on the same schedule again. We celebrated by planning to spend the weekend watching movies, snacking, and just being with each other.
I couldn't wait for the weekend, and when it finally came, I was overjoyed. Chloe made a snack run after work on a Friday, and I had the blankets and pillows ready when she got to our place.
Chloe and I started our night off devouring our favorite snacks while we explored different men on a few dating apps. We weren't looking to message any of them, of course. But we do like to play a game where we browse different profiles and both of us say 'yes' or 'no' to the guys we would fuck given the chance. And that night was the first time we actually talked about what we might do to them.
I don't know how or why the conversation went that direction, but it did—and it was hot.
Chloe would ask, "What about this one?" or "Would you fuck him?"
And I would smile and reply. "Every day of the week." I had so much pent-up energy and stress from moving and getting used to a new place the previous few weeks. I was also extremely frustrated because I hadn't had sex for a couple of weeks before the move. Even the guys I usually wouldn't be attracted to were making me blush.
Chloe and I saw a few guys we liked, and we both agreed we would let them bend us over at the same time. We even demonstrated how we would grip the sofa if it were happening before we started a movie.
I let Chloe pick the movie because I really didn't care what we watched. Not long after it started, I had already lain down on the sofa with my head in her lap. I struggled to keep my eyes open, exhausted from the busy week. But I knew I had to stay awake because we were both looking forward to our time together.
It was a romantic comedy, which I typically enjoyed, but it wasn't the best night for it, and I wished I hadn't let Chloe pick that movie. All it did was remind me of a relationship I wanted more than anything, but wasn't getting any closer to. I would have turned it off, too, but Chloe seemed to be enjoying it. I, on the other hand, was not at all.
The movie was just about halfway through when I finally had enough. The characters were starting to fall for each other, and I couldn't watch any more. Tears had begun to fill my eyes, and I couldn't hold them back. I was upset because I knew they would end up together with a happy ending, and that would never be me.
Chloe heard me crying. "What's wrong, Ashley?"
"Nothing," I said, trying to lie and stop myself. But Chloe knows me better than anyone, and she knew I was lying.
"Ash, tell me. What's going on?"
I couldn't stop the tears from rolling, and I turned over on my back. Chloe stared down at me as I looked into her eyes, and she started petting my head.
"Movies like this are bullshit. I'll never find a perfect guy who loves all my flaws to spend my life with," I muttered. "And neither will you."
Chloe smiled as she looked down at me, her fingers brushing through my hair. "That's not true, Ash. You're going to find someone when it's the right time. I will, too. And until then, we have each other."
She was sweet, and she was doing her best to reassure me. I couldn't help but agree with her, too.
We had each other.
Chloe was my best friend and knew me better than anyone. She listened to everything I said and was always there for me when I needed her to be. She gave me everything I would ever need from a man—everything but one crucial thing—sex.
As much as I loved hearing the idea of leaning on each other until we both found a man, it wasn't a perfect idea because we still needed to fuck, and neither of us had a cock.
"Thanks, Chloe. But, you know how feral I get, and if I go too long without having someone to tame me, I don't know what I'll do."
Chloe leaned down to kiss my forehead. "You're not listening...I said we have each other."
That kiss was what I needed. It comforted me and made me feel loved. But I didn't know if she was trying to shush me so she could watch the movie or if she was serious.
I stared back into her eyes for a moment. "So you're telling me, when I get to the point that the only thing that is going to satisfy me is an orgasm, we have each other?"
Chloe nodded, her eyes fixed on the TV, but it still wasn't clear to me.
"If I'm aching so bad, I'm horny, and I don't have a man to help me, it's okay because I have you?"
She smiled, but her eyes still didn't leave the TV. I got frustrated that she wouldn't elaborate more because she was distracted by the damn movie, and I needed her to tell me what the hell she meant by us 'having each other'.
"Chloe, please answer me," I snapped. "Are you saying that if I need you to make me cum, because I'm desperate and I need to cum, like I am right now, you're here for me?"
She smiled again, but didn't say a word. Leaning down, her lips met mine, and she kissed me softly, sending a rush throughout my body.
The touch of her lips on mine immediately dried any tears I had, and it made my pussy quiver. I had been so stressed out and sexually frustrated for weeks up to that point. A fire lit inside me when Chloe kissed me, and I wanted more.
"Does that answer your question?" Chloe asked with a smirk.
"Yes," I breathed.
"I'm here for you." Chloe's hand kept petting my head, and her other hand found the skin of my stomach showing under my sweatshirt. Her hand was cold on my warm body, and when it disappeared under my sweatshirt, touching my bare breast, I gasped. "I'll always be here for you."
Pulling her closer, my hands grabbed her face to reunite our lips. She kissed me slowly and hard, her hand still busy under my sweatshirt.
My nipples became swollen, pulsating with arousal every time Chloe's tongue went inside my mouth, and my pussy heated up quickly.
I arched my back, and Chloe pulled my sweatshirt up over my breasts, exposing me. Her fingers played with my nipples, pinching and rolling them in her fingertips, taking turns going back and forth between my tits as our tongues danced.
It was electric, and I couldn't get enough. I was soaked already, feeling my juices pour out and down my ass while I squirmed with delight.
I paused when Chloe's hand left my chest, wondering why the fuck she stopped. Then I bit my lip when it touched my stomach slightly before slowly passing the waistband of my pajama pants.
Chloe's eyes stared into mine as her hand crept inside my pants, further and into my panties. I ached with anticipation, feeling her fingers inch down the curve of my pelvis, gliding across my skin. And I gasped, feeling my breath taken away when the tips of her fingers touched my clit.
Fuck, it felt so good. Chloe's fingers were cool and when I felt them on my warm, throbbing clit, the sensation was incredible.
She traced along my lips, and when her fingers went further, she felt how wet she made me.
Chloe teased at my opening, dipping her fingers slightly and covering them with my gooeyness. She rubbed my juices back up along my folds, gently massaged my clit, then went back down. "Is this what you need, Ash?"
I braced myself, feeling her back at my opening, my pussy humming. "Yes."
Chloe smiled, and her fingers moved forward, straight inside me. I felt the tips of her fingers glide against my walls that welcomed her knuckles as they fought through my tightness.
"Fuck, Chloe!"
My best friend knew what I needed and was there for me.
Chloe leaned over slightly, giving her fingers just a little more reach. Her fingers curled inside stroking my sweet spot, with her thumb tight against my clit, slowly finger fucked me on the sofa.
Chloe was coordinated in the best fucking way, and she didn't stop petting my head.
Still running her fingers through my hair with one hand, her other dripping from my juices as her fingers glided back and forth, Chloe had me moaning out in ecstasy.
I moaned, and my pussy tightened, Chloe knew I was close. That's when she stopped petting me and used her free hand to focus on my clit.
Whining, my body moved as I ground against her hand. I planted my feet on the sofa and rocked myself in a rhythm that matched her thrusts.
Her fingers moved faster, spread out inside to fill more of me, with her other hand's fingers circling fast, hard against my clit.
"Chloe!" I screamed, my pussy quivering and my legs shaking uncontrollably. "Yes!"
"Cum, Ash. I need you to cum for me now."
She was relentless, driving her fingers deep as they would go. My clit felt as if it was going to burst and explode.
I grabbed my breasts, arching my back as my fingers squeezed my nipples. Chloe's hands rapidly moved, fingers in and out on repeat, caressing my clit with no other purpose than to make me fucking scream her name.
Overtaken with euphoria, endorphins rushed throughout my body at once. "Chloe...oh, Chloe," I whimpered. "Fuck!"
My pussy shuddered, clutching Chloe's fingers tight as I came undone. I whimpered loudly, breathless and panting as I came hard, my best friend fingering me until my body slowly came to a rest.
I lay on the sofa, my head spinning as I stared into Chloe's eyes, trying to catch my breath. She pet me again, softly letting her fingers graze through my hair.
When I finally calmed down, I got my voice back. "Thank you," I whispered. "Do you want me to help you?"
"You're welcome, Ash." Chloe smiled, nodding her head. "And yes, I want you to help me...as soon as this movie is over."
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