The next morning

I was the first to wake up, I looked at Eva, she was lying flat on her back with the covers off in a lavender dress. God she was beautiful! In a way, I envied her fiance. He was going to get to wake up to this vision every morning for the rest of their lives! As I admired her beauty, memories of the previous night came back, sending a jolt through my spine. "There's just something about being with her that has always turned me on." I thought to myself.

I hopped into the shower hoping to ease some of the tension building within me. I turned on the tap and the water hit my aching pussy like a bolt of lightning. As I showered, my hand rubbed over my boobs and I imagined how good it would feel if Eva kissed them right now. I lowered my spare hand and slowly rubbed my clit, eyes closed imagining it was Eva doing it to me, right there.

I gently fingered myself, biting my lower lip and breathing hard. I spread my legs placing one of them on the rim of the bathtub as I slid in a second finger and moaned out loud. Something about today is special—this has never felt so good before. I imagined what Eva would say if she saw me like this, would she like it? She was bisexual after all.

I immediately shoved those thoughts aside... she's my best friend and she's getting married in a week's time, it isn't right for me to feel these thoughts. But as I rubbed myself and fingered my pussy, the thoughts spiraled up turning me on even more. It was wrong, but at that moment, it felt so right.

I closed my eyes and imagined her holding me down, fucking me with her fingers. I felt my body convulse as my breaths became short and fast. I felt a thousand waves of bliss crash over me as I reached an orgasm.

It was Wednesday, the start of my first full day in Sardinia. Eva had planned out a day filled with fun activities - sunbathing, snorkeling, fishing, sight-seeing to name a few. I looked forward to spending time with her today.