She made me soaking wet!

Craving Her Neighbour's Pussy. (2)

They finished the tray and chatted a little longer, but when Kristen stood to leave, Rachel followed her to the door. They hugged goodbye. It was supposed to be casual, brief. But neither of them moved. Rachel inhaled the scent of Kristen’s soft and floral perfume. Her body molded into Kristen’s without thinking. Their arms lingered, reluctant to let go.

Later, Rachel stood by the window, watching Kristen walk away, her heart still fluttering.

In the following weeks, their friendship bloomed. Kristen came over more often, always with something to share: new coffee beans, an art book, stories from her time abroad. They went for walks, lingered in coffee shops, and texted late into the night.

Rachel tried to convince herself it was just friendship, but it felt like more. Every time Kristen smiled, every time her fingers brushed Rachel’s arm or tucked a strand of hair behind Rachel’s ear, it was a slow burn she couldn’t ignore. The loneliness Rachel had