An Understanding between Besties

“I’m just saying, you could have asked yesterday morning,” Zara grumbled. It was a good-natured grumble, but April rolled her eyes anyway.

“You know that wouldn’t have been fair,” she said. “Not with you there. It needs to be a conversation between him and me.”

“He watched us slurp his cum out of each other, I don’t see how he would have an issue with us kissing and stuff without him there,” Zara said, turning and gesturing a little comedically with a fistful of thongs before she shoved them into her luggage.

“That fact and us doing stuff without him are unrelated and you know it,” April said, then flopped back onto Zara’s bed. Thankfully her parents were both at work, so they had the house to themselves and could talk freely. The fact that Zara’s trip was over and she was flying back to Vegas was sad, but April really did need some alone time with Ollie to get things sorted out. So while she wasn't happy to be driving her best friend to the airport, not knowing when they’d see each other again, she was also a little jittery because her visit had been a lot.

Zara seemed to read that April was brewing on something and she stopped stuffing her bags and climbed up on the bed, swinging her long leg over April and sitting down on her stomach, making her let out an ‘oof!’ and then both of them laughing. It could have been construed as a sexual position, but it wasn’t. Zara took April’s hands and held them in hers as she looked down at her friend. “Thank you for sharing him with me,” she said earnestly. “Honestly, I never would have… Well, he’s not exactly my type if history is any measure of things, but my type hasn’t gotten me anywhere good. Or a single fucking orgasm. He’s what I needed and I didn’t know it, but you did. And you took one hell of a risk with everything, including us. So, before I absolutely die from having fucking… emotions and feelings, which is gross as fuck, thank you.”

April took in a deep breath and nodded, looking up at her friend. “Sweetest speech you’ve ever given me,” she said with a little smirk. “Thanks. Fire crotch.”

“This fire crotch seems to be well-liked by your man, so I don’t think I can get mad at that anymore,” Zara smirked. Then she sighed and shook her head. “You do realise you’ve now ruined me for anyone else, right? No one is going to ever compete with my best friend who happens to be a smokin’ hot babe, and her mammoth dicked, super sweet and patient, disgustingly caring boyfriend. Not in any way.”

“Well…” April said, shaking her head. “I don’t know what to tell you, babe. Give nerds a chance?”

“I could do that,” Zara shrugged. “But realistically, what are the chances of that actually coming to fruition? Honestly, babe, I’m probably just going to go back to being a frigid bitch to everyone and try and remember the pussy-melting orgasms, and the warmth of sleeping between you two, when I need to be ‘sexy’ on set. And plan a trip back here ASAP so I can get more of- This isn’t just a now thing, right? Like, I can look forward to next time?”

“Yes,” April said quickly, sitting up as she saw the flash of fear in her friend’s eyes. “God, Zar, yes, you don’t need to worry about me suddenly changing my mind on this. Unless something drastic happens that splits me and Ollie up, you are for sure joining us in bed together. And if I am broken up with Ollie, then there isn’t any reason for us not to do stuff ourselves - I'll even buy a gigantic dildo.” That got a snort and a smile out of her as April hugged her tightly. “Nothing, not even Ollie, can get in the way of our friendship, babe,” April continued. “And now that friendship includes sharing you with Oliver. But sex is a relationship thing first, and Ollie is my boyfriend. That’s the only reason you’re not licking my box right now.”

“I think you would be licking me, but I’ll let it go,” Zara said with a smirk, then fell backwards away from April so that she was lying on her back and looking up at the ceiling now. “I love you, babe.”

“Love you too, Zara,” April said, running her hands down her friend's legs, over her hips and up to her waist. She was tempted to go further, maybe give her little titties a honk, but stopped herself because that would be an invitation. Instead, she slid her hand under her friend’s loose shirt and started tickling her, making Zara squawk and try to wriggle away. “Now get packed, you can’t miss your flight!”

“Noooo,” Zara groaned, still giggling and trying to get away from her fingers. “I don’t waaannaaa goooo.”

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