Sarah, your VERY best friend

John stood outside Sarah's apartment, waiting for her to answer the door after he knocked. He was worried, why was she acting so strange? He and Sarah usually got dinner at least once a week, but now she wasn't answering his texts and avoiding him in the hallway. He wracked his brain trying to think of what he could've done, but was coming up totally empty.

"Hey sorry about that, I was jus- Oh shit, uhm, hi John." Sarah had opened the door bubbly and effervescent as she often was, but immediately cast her eyes down once she saw it was John. She was dressed hastily, some athletic short shorts, barely covering her small bubble butt and a loose fitting shirt on, which failed to hide the texture of her erect nipples and massive breast size.

John couldn't stop himself from launching into his practiced speech when he saw her "Sarah, dude, are you ok? Like seriously, I'm worried, please just tell me if it's something I did, or if you just want space, or...whatever. You're my best friend, I don't know if you need help but you have it, ok?"

"Maybe you should come inside John, I... Need to talk to you." Seeing the horror come over John's face, she clarified "No it's not bad! I'm sorry, it's just hard to explain. Please, just come inside."

"Uhm, alright..." John eeked past her through the door, which was made slightly more difficult due to Sarah staying against it, almost as if she was trying to push her body into hers. As he walked by her, he could've sworn she leaned in and sniffed him.

*What is going on?* He thought.

As he sat down in the chair by the kitchen island, his nose was assaulted with a smell of sweat - *and sex*, he thought, *Sarah must've just been getting off. I interrupted.*

"I can come back later, if you're, uh, busy."

"No, it's good you're here. Great, even. I know it smells bad in here, but honestly that's what I need to talk to you about. It's also, ya know, kinda you're fault" Sarah stuck her tongue out at John.

"What? Bullshit, how?" John was relieved that Sarah was acting like her old self again, cracking jokes and smiling, but couldn't understand what she meant by that comment.

"I mean, ok wait you can't laugh, ok? Promise?" Sarah laughed.

"I promise!" John smiled and laughed with her.

"I'm serious man! Like heart attack while driving old people next to an orphanage. No laughing!"

John stifled a grin, "cross my heart and chop off my nuts," an equally ridiculous statement used to show agreement with his best friend.

"Oh God please don't" Sarah whispered, barely audible. *What the fuck?* John thought.

"Ok, ever since last week, I've been... Kinda obsessed with you. Like, thinking about you all the time, looking at your insta, that sorta thing."

John couldn't believe what he was hearing. Sarah, the same girl who in middle school said they could never date, the same girl who continually explained how her type was the polar opposite of him, the same girl that would laugh when people suggested they should hook up at parties, was obsessed with him? He had to laugh.

"Fucker! You promised!" Sarah gave him a smack on the arm, letting her hand linger for just a moment too long before pulling it away.

"Dude, cmon you can't expect me not to laugh when you fuck with me like that."

"I'm not fucking with you." When she said that, John stopped chuckling and really got a look at her. While she was smiling and giggling, there was a sense of sincerity underneath that he knew meant she wasn't lying.

"Yeah, sure, you've been avoiding me cause you're obsessed with me, that makes sense."

"Dude, John, I promise I'm not fucking with you. The reason I've been avoiding you? It's the same reason my room smells like you in highschool when you couldn't get a girlfriend. I didn't know how to tell you, but I couldn't just...not so anything, so I've been in here. Looking at your Instagram. Just a little. More than a little. A lot. All the time."

Sarah wasn't laughing any more, and John could sense the mood shift.

"Oh... So, the reason you were late to the door, and you haven't been answering my texts, is, uh..."

"Because I've been dehydrating myself and trying to Tootsie-Pop my dildo with my pussy, yes."

"While looking at my insta?"

"Ding ding ding!" Sarah laughed again. "I mean, I don't know if it's a new cologne or what, but damn dude, I am obsessed with you."

John sat quietly for a moment. On the hand, Sarah was incredibly hot. He had busted many a nut to her back in highschool, so hearing this was about the biggest ego boost he could imagine. On the other hand, there's no way this wasn't a fluke. John knew he wasn't that lucky.

"Sarah it's probably just a crush. A bad one, by the sounds of it, but it'll pass. I mean, what does obsessed even mean? That you want to send me a heart valentine and some flowers?" John joked, not wanting his friend to feel uncomfortable sharing her feelings with him.

"I don't want your opinion of me to change... But I would do a lot more than heart shaped valentines."

"Well, come on," John exclaimed, trying to hide his rising horniness. "You can talk to me. I won't judge you. Do you want to kiss my feet or something?"

"God, yes please. I'll kiss any inch of your foot. Or hands, or elbows, or ears, or whatever you'll let me. Are you offering?" With a burst of speed, Sarah had dashed around the island to John, slid on her knees, and wrapped her arms around his legs before beginning to undo the laces on his shoes.

Author's note:

Hey y'all, first chapter I've ever written, let me know what you think! Planning on getting pretty dark with the themes and kinks, so watch out for that.