Moonlit Confessions

Cassia turned and walked out into the cool night air, Antonia's hand warm in hers, her body still sticky with the evidence of everything they'd been through.

"That was..." Antonia began.

"Don't," Cassia said.

"Insane?"

"Don't."

"Amazing?"

"Antonia."

"Terrifying?"

Cassia stopped walking. She turned to face her friend, her best friend, the girl who had grown up next door, who had shared her secrets and her dreams and now, apparently, her body. Antonia stood before her, flushed and beautiful, her dark curls a wild tangle around her face, her green eyes bright with exhaustion and exhilaration.

"Antonia," Cassia said squarely. "You sat on my cock."

"I did."

"In front of everyone."

"Yep."

"Why? I mean, I know why you did it. But, why me? My cock."

Antonia's smile faded. She stepped closer, close enough that their bodies almost touched, close enough that Cassia could feel the heat radiating off her skin.

"Because it hurt too much to lose," Antonia said. "And because... because I knew you wouldn't let me fall. You never have, Cass. Not once, in all the years I've known you." She reached up and touched Cassia's face, her fingers tracing the line of her jaw. "I trust you. With everything. With my body, with my future, with my..." She swallowed. "With my will, if it ever came to that."

Cassia's heart stuttered.

"Don't say that," she whispered. "Don't even joke about that."

"I'm not joking."

"Antonia."

"I'm not asking you to take it. I'm just... telling you." Antonia's hand dropped back to her side. "You asked why. That's why. Because when I looked around that room, at all those chairs and all those cocks and you were the only thing I saw that felt like safety."

They stood there, two omega futanari who had just survived something that should have broken them, and Cassia didn't know what to say.

She pulled Antonia into her arms and held her tight, their breasts and cocks pressed between their bodies.

"Thank you," Antonia whispered.

"For what?"

"For having a cock I could sit on."

Cassia laughed, a broken, breathless sound that was half sob and half genuine amusement. "You're impossible."

"I know." Antonia leaned forward, grinning. "But you love me anyway."

And then she kissed Cassia.

Cassia's brows shot up as she felt her best friends lips press upon hers, still tasting faintly of cum from the first trial. She felt Antonia grasp the back of her neck and pull her in closer. No longer caught by surprise, Cassia melted into the kiss, still feeling pent up and pliable, from all the events of the night.

She realized that yes, she did love Antonia. Not the way Antonia probably wanted her to. But their bond was real, something deep, something that had been growing between them for years without Cassia ever quite acknowledging it.

Cassia finally found the will to pull away, breathing heavily.

"What if this changes things? I'm not sure if I- I mean-"

"Longwood." Antonia smiled fondly, sweeping a strand of Cassia's hair behind her ear. "If you have one fault, it's that you take everything too seriously. I'm not asking for anything more. We're both prime. We're both horny. I just want to fool around and share in something beautiful with my best friend. Plus, I have it on good authority that your cock feels wonderful." She teased.

Cassia snorted and thought about what Antonia was proposing. She knew she wanted it too, so why was she hesitating.

"Okay," Cassia grinned wolfishly, her hand slipping between the fold of her friends robes. "But, only because spearing your cunt was like butter. Warm. Slippery. Smooth." Cassia punctuated by inserted two fingers into her friend.

"Oh, I like this side of you." Antonia giggled. "But first," she said, removing Cassia's hand. "Let's go find some clothes. And maybe a bath. And definitely some wine."

"The wine first. Then the bath. Then the clothes." Cassia amended.

"Last one back gets the first poke." Antonia yells, shedding her robe and running off into the night.

Cassia sighed.

Oh, girl are you in trouble...

And then she chased after her.