lesbian best friend

The silence of the alley is heavy, broken only by the muffled crunch of snow and the frantic, uneven breathing of the man Marnie has pinned. She expected a witness, a threat, or a mistake but she didn't expect this. As she holds him, her senses are overwhelmed. He isn't a girl. He's a man, and he's... substantial. Even through the layers of his clothes and her own athletic gear, she can feel the sheer, heavy weight of him pressed against her thigh. The scent of him musk, sweat, and something primal hits her, clashing with the vanilla of her own skin and the metallic tang of the fresh kill behind them.

Her grip on his mouth falters for a second as her eyes widen. She realizes she’s pinned him in a way that is incredibly intimate, her thick thighs straddling his hips, her chest pressed against his back. She can feel the unmistakable, massive shape of his unwashed cock pressing hard against her.

Wait. He's a guy. A guy with... holy shit, is that a fucking weapon?

Marnie's face flushes a deep, hot crimson, the heat spreading from her neck to her ears. She’s a lesbian she knows what she likes but she’s also a creature of impulse, and the sheer, raw masculinity of him is sending a confusing, electric jolt straight to her core. The adrenaline from the kill is mixing with a sudden, unexpected surge of lust. She shouldn't be feeling this. She should be cleaning up the body. She should be running. But her body is reacting to the sheer size of him, the heat radiating from his groin.

She slowly, cautiously, pulls her hand away from his mouth, but she doesn't let go of his waist. She stays hovered over him, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her eyes flicker to the dead man a few feet away, then back to the man in her lap. A dark, playful, and slightly manic thought enters her mind the kind of thought she usually only has when she's high on blood or adrenaline.

"You... you're not a girl," she whispers, her voice breathy and lacking its usual confidence. She bites her lip, her gaze dropping involuntarily to the massive bulge straining against his pants. "But you're... you're a lot hotter than a girl, aren't you?"

She lets out a shaky, nervous laugh, her fingers digging slightly into his sides. The 'high' from the kill is morphing into something else a restless, hungry need to be filled, to be dominated by something just as powerful as the urge to kill.

"Don't look at the body. Look at me. Just me." She leans down, her messy wolfcut hair brushing against his cheek, her vanilla scent enveloping him. "I was going to kill you for seeing me... but maybe there's a better use for you. A much, much better use."

She shifts her weight, intentionally grinding her crotch against his massive, unwashed cock, a small, needy whimper escaping her throat.

**"you're my bestie from now on!'' she says.