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-Uh...-.

That kiss has been pretty different from your family's ones. It wasn't eager or lustful, just tender. Lovely.

Heather has a sort of awakening and gasps in horror, stepping away from you.

-Oh my God I'm sorry, I'm sorry, forgive me please!- She turns around and runs for the door, but you grab her wrist.

-Wait! Heather, it was nothing!-.

-No!- She replies, slewing shamefully. Her eyes are beaded with tears.

-It was something! I should never have allowed that! You're my best friend and-and I've ruined everything!-.

-But you didn't!-.

-Yes I di- But she doesn't get to finish, as you pull her to you and you **** her into a deeper, longer effusion. She initially goggles, but then she reciprocates.

-I... you... why?- She mumbles. You smile warmly and touch her striped cheek.

-Because I'm your best friend. So tell me, Heather, what's wrong? What do you feel towards me?-.

-I...- She starts, but she's unable to continue. She is a confused and frightened puppy right now. You can read her answer in her eyes.

-Why didn't you tell me before?- You ask sorrowfully.

-I couldn't... I can't... you... you could never have loved me back...-.

You're about to ask her why she thinks so, but a flash comes into your mind. A memory of three years ago, when you confessed to her, and only to her, that you didn't feel any kind of attraction, neither to men nor to women. And that look in her eyes! You thought it was just the surprise of someone who, like her, had grown up in a family of fervent Catholics. No, you wanted to think so.

-How could I have been so blind? Oh, Heather, what have I done to you?- You exclaim with a lump in your throat.

-It's not your fault!- She sobs: -It's mine! I'm-I'm a horrible person! You've always been kind to me and I took advantage of you! Even now I feel... I'll understand if you hate me now.-.

-Hate you! Never say that again!- You hug her tightly, her frame shaking and sobbing. It tears you apart. For the first time in your life, you are extremely angry at Tina: she made this poor creature crying desperately, she made her suffer for years with her indifference.

"But I'm Tina now. It's up to me to remedy.".

You pull your head apart from her shoulder and, once again, you engage a passionate liplock with her. You start to get addicted to her cherry gloss. She progressively stops crying, thus you take a breath and lay her down on the bed, resuming making out. The bed springs creak under your weight. Her hands move down your body, caressing your hips and your back, not daring anything more. She has such a fresh scent. Her skin is so smooth.

You need air again, but this time she rejects your kiss and still looks grieved.

-Don't... don't do this... girls shouldn't... with other girls... it's wrong... it's just wrong...-.

-It's not wrong.- You murmur: -I'm doing it because I want it too. I was wrong that time. I was terribly wrong.-. But now you'll do it right. She finally surrenders to your love, to her own love. She gently grabs your neck and sits to kiss you more.

Your breaths blend on a euphony of moans and lips twitching. You keep on for a pair of minutes, then you decide to take a step further and you pull op your top.

She widens her eyes bewildered. You grin back, cupping your boobs.

-They're yours, if you want them.-.

She comes closer, cautiously, as she was inspecting a bomb ready to detonate. When her mouth touches your nipple, you groan loudly.

She immediately retreats: did it hurt? Has she exaggerated? But you reassure her quickly.

-Do that again, it feels good.-.

Indeed it does. You don't know if it's just Tina, but women's aureolas are so sensitive that you feel at half climax just after that kiss.

-Use the tongue... please...-.

She looks at you with a mixture of awe and excitement, and she starts lapping your pointed nipple. Oh god, it feels even better.

-Aww, that's good, that's too good! Heather!!!- You call her name in a twisted voice, you see in her face that she's burning inside and you don't have to look to know how much dampened are her trousers.

A little reluctantly, you gently push away her head. She's afraid that she did something wrong, that it's already over. Instead, you completely discard your top.

-It's my turn now.-.

She pants and freezes, unable to process that perspective, too good to be true. Thus, you lift her shirt, take off her bra and return the favor.

-Oww! Ohh Tina!~ You barely recognize her voice how excited it is, nothing to do with the shy and reserved one you're used to. You want to hear it more, louder, stronger. You turn her around and **** her to bend, then you take advantage of her confusion to pull off her leggings. You are facing her black panties, the ones you struggled to get her to put them on, and that now you just want to remove.

-Tina! This is...!- Too much? No, it isn't. She knows it too. You grip the waistband and glide down, she moans at every inch revealed. You start to see the mount of Venus. Shaved? Possible? Her embarrassment anticipates that this is the case; and, finally, here it is. Moistened, trembling, bald.

-I... I'm sorry...- That's all she can say. You smirk delighted: so she's naughtier than you've imagined. You lick your lips and insert your tongue between her folds, running up and down her slid. She whines in pleasure, looking at you with despaired eyes.

Her moans soon grown, her shape quivers wildly and you deliver the coup de grace stamping your mouth on her pussy. A stream of vaginal fluids bursts in your throat, as she yells a pitched squeak and then falls on the pillow.

You look at her. You know Heater for a lifetime: you never missed each other's birthday, you went on school trips together, you spent several afternoons chasing her puppies, playing princesses, doing homework together, exchanging your intimate secrets, and so on. And now... now that sororal friend of yours is laying down on her bed, in front of you, heavily panting after you've eaten her pussy up to orgasm. You wipe the juice in excess on your chin. You've just discovered that she's a better squirter than you. Normal friends don't know these things.

Your pussy is on fire. Getting rid of shorts and panties, your digits make their way as they're used to by now, giving you the relief you need. Heather notices that and, to your surprise, crawls to you, pointing hesitantly at your twat. You move accordingly, raising and letting her slide under your legs. With a last, intense gaze, you lower on her open mouth.

How to describe that bliss? You can't, you just embrace the flow, guiding her inexperienced tongue with your whines. Your clit~ahh~she's on it, she's so good, so go-oo-ohh!!!

You haven't lasted much, but you don't comply. You lay down next to her, both of you greedily searching for oxygen.

-Heather... it was... Heather?-.

She's crying again, and you can't tell if it's joy or sadness.

-What's wrong? Didn't you like it?-.

-I did.- She sobs: -I loved it! I loved it because I love you! But I can't, I can't do this anymore! I've ruined our friendship, I've sinned toward God, I've deluded my parents, and all I'm sorry about is that I want to stay like this forever, but I can't! I won't be able to spend another minute without you, and I've loved you even if you had told me not to! I'm-I'm horrible, I'm selfish, I don't deserve any of this!-.

-Stop!!!- You jump on her, hugging her again, harder, not to let her go.

-Stop it, please! I can't bear to see you like this! Please, Heather, don't cry! You're... you're making me cry too!-.

-Tina! Tina!!!- She yells your name, your shoulder muffles her screams and it's your salvation from being heard outside. But she's out of her mind, and you don't even know where to start to console her.

No. There's something you can do.

You gulp. You cover your mouth with your hand and then you spit a piece of you, the real you, holding it tightly.

-There's a way. A way we can stay together forever.-.

She calms down and you get straight back, so she can do the same. You offer her the red goo, which jolts almost imperceptibly. She senses danger and questions you with her glance.

-W-What is it?-.

-It's...- How can you explain this to her? Could you do it? Could you risk losing her? It was a bad idea, and you're almost retreating your hand when she puts her own over it.

-Is it true? We can stay forever... with this?-.

You nod with a dry throat. Then, unexpectedly, incredibly... she eats it.

-Yes. Yes, we are.- She answers, waking you up from your daydreaming.

-Friends... and even more.-.

And, with the sun eventually setting at your back, she holds you by the cheek and you exchange a final, deep kiss.

"Friends, and even more.".