My Best Friend’s Girlfriend Ch. 06: Soft Dreams

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You are outside. Its winter, and cold. The ground is frozen solid. The grass breaks and crumbles when you step on it. There are dead, frozen flowers and old leaves. The trees are in deep hibernation.You don’t know how long you walk. It is morning and then night. Noon and then morning. The dim sun passes over again and again. Your whole life is in this forest, in this winter. You try to keep warm, but the clouds are thick. You rub your hands over your shoulders. You shiver. You’re lost.Suddenly, the sun breaks through the clouds and glitters in the hoarfrost on the branches. The sunrays warm you, and the frost on the trees and grass starts melting. The clouds are gone, and everything glitters with thawed water. The forest is one crystal, refracting light in all directions. You take off your coat. Take off your scarf. Gloves and boots are left behind in your wake. Everything is wet, but warm.The trees come to life. The forest is green again. A gentle warm breeze caresses your skin. Flowers are growing so fast you can watch them grow. Nature is in full bloom. Behind a tree trunk you can see hair moving in the wind. Long black hair. A figure darts between the tree lines. Someone you know, but can’t remember. She pauses, her back to you, and you see the swell of her hips and curve of her breasts. She turns to you. Her skin is dark brown, and her hair trails to her soft ass. She smiles at you, teasing plump and delicious lips. She turns from you and is gone. You search for her, and all you can follow are wisps of long black hair between the trees.You go deeper into the forest, looking for her. The springtime forest welcomes you in its folds. You’re not lost; you’re exploring. You shed more of your clothes and give chase after the black hair. You feel the warm air between your legs and over your arms. You are free.And wet.*******My first thought when I wake up is that this is not my apartment. The room is dark. Heavy shades cover the windows and no light gets through. I reach for my phone or my pants to try and figure out the time. Instead, I find soft hair.I roll over and see a woman snuggled next to me. I can tell she’s not wearing any shirt or bra from her back. I sit up and try to get a better look at my surroundings. This isn’t Şerifali Escort my apartment. This isn’t Carl. When was the last time I woke up anywhere without Carl? It’s been years, right?Then last night comes to me. Carl’s disgusting flailing on the bed. His voice calling Reyna’s name. Leaving the apartment. Coming to June’s apartment. It’s all jumbled with these strange dreams I’ve been having. Something about an orchard or a forest. It’s all a blur when I first wake up.This must be June’s apartment, and the woman next to me must be June. I lean over her and try to get a look at her face. Yes, it’s June. I’m in her apartment. I’m in bed. I look around the room. There are rose petals everywhere and candles. Next to the bed is a strap-on with a harness. It looks untouched. Thank God. I know I was vulnerable last night. I was scared, but how far did I go?June stirs and rolls over, her eyes open. When she sees me, she smiles. “Good morning, beautiful,” she whispers.“Uh, hi,” I mutter.“Sleep well?”“Uh, I think so.”June sits up. The blanket falls from her, and her breasts are bare. Of course they’re bare, Sarah, she has no bra on.June notices my eyes, and smiles. “Like what you see?” she teases.I can only nod. I do. I love what I see. I feel myself getting wet. Wetter. I’m already wet. I always wake up wet these days. Simultaneously, a hunger and shame burn in me. I want her. I want her right now. I want her tits and her lips and that playful smile running all over my body. And I shouldn’t. Part of me knows I’ve never thought of June this way before. I’ve appreciated her beauty, but I’ve never wanted to devour it. This part of me knows to blame Reyna. Reyna is doing to me whatever it is she’s done to Maria. I just left my boyfriend’s apartment, for crying out loud. I’m not gay. I’m not a lesbian.June moves towards me on the bed and slides her hand between my legs before I can stop her. “Oh, yes,” she says with a smile. “Someone wants me badly.” Her finger slides between the lips of my pussy, and I gasp. She bites her lips. I want to bite them too. I want to kiss and lick and feel those lips in every way possible.A small voice tells me it’s wrong. This is strange. This is manufactured. This is Şerifali Escort Bayan exactly what Reyna wants. I ignore that small voice and kiss June, tackling her back onto the bed. She lets out a giggle, and I let out something closer to a roar.I grind into her leg, my body begging for more from her. She gives me two fingers, and then three up my pussy. I ride on top of her, cowgirl, grinding into her hand. Her other hand paws at my breasts, and my hips buck even more, wanting her deeper inside of me.Beneath me, June is a delight. She’s soft and beautiful. She’s sexy and flirty. But more than all of that, she’s slutty. What girl takes a practical stranger into their bed? Flashes of last night come to me as we go. I remember her on her knees. I remember her being a good girl. I remember that she needs to me to be in charge. She is a slut, and she needs a goddess to take control.I arch my back and run my hands through my hair. I’ve never felt sexy before, but when I see June’s eyes go wide as she beholds her goddess, I cum. My whole body shivers, and the quivering in my thighs won’t stop even after I roll off of June and her fingers come out of me. Nothing can stop the rolls of pleasure crashing throughout my body.I lie next to her in a transcendent state. My soul has left my body and hangs above the room, watching the scene. Next to me, June touches herself. She starts to call herself a slut, a little whore, a filthy cunt, and then she cums as well. She rolls over and nestles against me, suckling on my breasts. More images of last night run through my mind: our first kiss. I lift her lips to mine and kiss her passionately. I see her desperation from last night to eat me out, her eagerness to serve. I run my hand through her hair and call her a good girl. She hums with delight. I guide her head down between my legs and let her pleasure her goddess.And I am very pleased.*******June and I shower together after more play. She washes my pussy like a good girl. She makes me breakfast, and I get to work unpacking my things and getting comfortable. June says I can stay as long as I want. She offers me a key, which I take with a thrill running up through my body. She’s quite devoted, my little Escort Şerifali pet.I’d never met someone so eager to serve. I keep trying to do simple things like set the table or make coffee. She won’t let me do anything. She is truly happiest when she is serving someone else. I’m uncomfortable with all the attention. It creates a helplessness in me. Carl never did anything around the house. It’s a habit of mine to serve. Apparently, it’s a habit June wants to break me of.And as much as she calls me her goddess, I don’t feel like a goddess. I’m still me. Yes, I’ve got this horrendously insecure girl who wants to serve me eating me out on the regular. But that doesn’t make me a goddess. I don’t know if that even makes me a lesbian. Who wouldn’t want to have a beautiful tongue eat them out? At some points, it’s all pleasure and biochemistry telling us it doesn’t matter what rubs your clit, it feels good to have your clit rubbed. I want time to figure this out, time to think, but June is always hovering around me, asking me what else I want. Half the time I’m making up requests just so she can obey. She shivers whenever I tell her what I want. This is for her, not me. Right?After breakfast, she heads off to work, and I get to work as well. I slog through another stack of terrible romance novels about men who are emotionally repressed but desperately good looking and women who appear strong on the surface but really need a good man to complete them by the end of the novel. A lot of my feedback is harshly worded.I look for something to eat for lunch, but June doesn’t have much going on. She’s got ramen and bread and peanut butter for the most part. The poor girl must be starving. I decide to surprise her and go grocery shopping. I know she doesn’t make much, and this is the least I can do to help her out. At the store, I realize that all my cards are linked with Carl’s, and that I should probably cancel them and get new cards and accounts as soon as possible. Any link to Carl is a link to Reyna.After shopping, I make dinner. Nothing fancy: some sage, sausage, and butternut squash with plenty of butter. I put that in some ravioli and cook it. I then make a simple white wine sauce to go over it. It’s a delight to make anything other than spaghetti for once.June comes home delighted to my cooking. We eat. After dinner, she keeps eating …******You walk through an orchard. The warm air is thick and warm, the end of summer. You peel off your shirt and pants. Even your panties and bra feel constricting, but you leave them on.

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