Best Friends Awakening 1

I pushed the apartment door open. My keys jingled loud in the quiet hallway. Riley and I had shared this place for three years. We met in freshman year, two nervous girls who clicked instantly we helped each other out, laughed at the same dumb jokes, and huddled under one big hoodie when life felt heavy.

Tonight I should have been at the café until midnight. My manager sent everyone home early. I didn’t texted Riley. I wish I had.

A low moan floated from down the hall. It was Riley’s voice…deep, rough, full of need. My stomach twisted. I stopped cold, backpack still hanging from one shoulder. Her bedroom door sat half open. Warm lamplight spilled across the carpet like a secret I wasn’t meant to see.

Another moan came, longer this time. Then the sharp, wet sound of skin slapping skin.

I should have turned around and left. My feet moved forward anyway, quiet on the old wooden floor.

Riley knelt on all fours in the middle of her bed, completely naked. Her smooth, tanned back, Her full breasts swung heavily with every hard push from the man behind her. He held her hips tight, fingers digging into her skin, muscles flexing as he drove deep. Her pussy stretched around his thick cock, shiny and wet. Juice ran down her thighs. She rocked back against him, hungry, her round ass rippling each time their bodies met.

“Fuck…harder,” she gasped, voice broken.

He gave it to her, slamming in so deep her cry filled the room. Her head turned toward the door. Our eyes met.

Time froze. His balls kept slapping her soaked pussy, but everything else stopped.

Riley’s eyes went wide, pupils huge and dark. She didn’t look away. Heat flashed between us, shock, embarrassment, and something,hotter. Her lips curved in a tiny, daring smile. My clit pulsed hard. I pressed my thighs together without thinking.

I stumbled backward, heart pounding against my ribs. The guy didn’t see me. He kept pounding into her while Riley moaned louder, eyes still locked on mine until I ran.

In the kitchen I yanked open the fridge. Pasta. Sauce. Anything normal. My hands shook as I set a pot on the stove. My cheeks burned. My nipples pressed tight against my bra, almost painful. Anger bubbled inside me…at her for leaving the door open, at myself for staring, for the slick warmth now soaking my panties. What was wrong with me?

I gripped the knife hard and chopped onions. The blade thumped against the cutting board. Images kept flashing: Riley’s breasts bouncing, her pussy gripping that cock, the way she smiled at me.

Ten minutes later, I hear soft footsteps coming down the hall.

I didn’t turn. I couldn’t. The kitchen air grew thick.

“You’re back early,” Riley said. Her voice sounded low and scratchy from all the moaning.

“Yeah.” My knife kept moving. “My Shift ended early .”

She walked closer. I caught her scent…sex, sweet vanilla soap, and something warm and feminine that made my head spin. She stopped right behind me. Heat rolled off her body.

“You saw,” she whispered.

My knife paused mid-chop. “Door was open.”

A soft laugh brushed my ear. “Oops.”

She reached past me for a glass. Her body pressed fully against my back. She wore almost nothing: tiny black shorts that barely covered the lower curve of her ass, and a thin white crop top with no bra. Her hard nipples dragged across my shoulder blade. I sucked in a sharp breath.

“Riley…”

“Shh.” Her lips touched my ear, warm and soft. One hand settled on my hip, fingers gripping my waist like she owned me. “Did you like watching him fuck me?”

My face went hotter. Anger and raw need twisted together low in my belly. “I didn’t…”

“Liar.” She turned me around slowly, hands firm on my waist. My lower back met the counter edge. We stood eye to eye, same height, but she felt bigger somehow. Her gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, watching my chest rise and fall fast. “Your nipples are so hard, Alex. Look at them.”

I glanced down. They poked clearly through my shirt. I crossed my arms, but she caught my wrists gently and pulled them down.

“Don’t hide,” she murmured. “I bet if I slide my hand into your panties right now, you’d be dripping wet for me.”

My breath hitched. “You just got fucked by some guy and now you’re…”

“Jealous?” She smiled, slow and knowing. Her thumb stroked my hip bone through my jeans. “He was just scratching an itch, Alex. You… you’re different.”

I swallowed hard. “We’re best friends. This is crazy.”

Riley leaned in until our noses almost touched. Her breath smelled like mint and sex. “Best friends who tell each other everything. Except I never told you how many nights I touched myself thinking about you.”

My heart slammed. “Don’t say that.”

“Why not? It’s true.” She pressed closer. Her breasts brushed mine. Even through clothes the contact sent sparks down my spine. “When you walk around in those little sleep shorts, I have to look away. When you hug me after a bad day, I breathe you in and get wet. Tonight you saw me. And you didn’t run at first.”

I looked at her lips, then forced my eyes up. “I was shocked.”

“You were turned on.” Her hand slid up my side, under my shirt, fingers warm on my bare skin. “Your body doesn’t lie, Alex. Neither do your eyes.”

I grabbed her wrist but didn’t push her away.

Silence stretched. My pulse roared in my ears. I could feel how hard my heart beat. Riley waited, patient, her fingers still on my skin.

I let go of her wrist.

She smiled again, small and tender this time. “Good girl.”

Her hand moved higher, cupping my breast through my top. I gasped. My nipple tightened even more under her palm. She rubbed slow circles with her thumb. Pleasure shot straight between my legs.

“Riley…” My voice came out shaky.

“Tell me what you felt when you watched,” she whispered. Her other hand traced my jaw, tilting my face up. “Be honest.”

I closed my eyes for a second. “I felt… hot. Confused. I couldn’t stop looking at your face. The way you looked at me—like you wanted me to see.”

“I did.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against my cheek, then my neck. Soft kisses that made my knees weak. “I came harder when our eyes met. Imagined it was you behind me.”

A small moan slipped from my throat. I hated how needy it sounded.

Riley pulled back just enough to look at me. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Us. No guys. Just you and me figuring it out.”

My hands moved on their own. I touched her waist, feeling the warm, smooth skin under her tiny top. She shivered. That little reaction gave me courage. I slid my palms up her back, under the fabric.

She made a soft sound and pressed her forehead to mine. “Touch me anywhere you want.”

I hesitated, then let my fingers explore. Her skin felt fever-hot. When I brushed the side of her breast, she arched into me. Her breath quickened.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered.

“So are you.” She kissed the corner of my mouth, teasing. “We don’t have to do everything tonight. Just… let me kiss you properly.”

I nodded before I could overthink it.

Riley cupped my face with both hands. Her lips met mine—gentle at first, then deeper. She tasted sweet and a little salty. Her tongue brushed mine and I opened for her. The kiss grew hungry. Wet. My hands tightened on her back, pulling her closer. Our bodies pressed tight from chest to thighs.

When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Riley’s eyes looked glassy with want.

“Wow,” she said softly, smiling.

“Yeah.” I touched my swollen lips, stunned. “Wow.”

She rested her head on my shoulder, arms around my waist. For a moment we just held each other. The kitchen felt warmer, safer.

We stood there in the quiet kitchen, bodies close, hearts racing together. The pasta water boiled over on the stove.