best friends

tw: graphic sex 

   "hey, are you there? where 

    are you? i just really need

    my best friend right now."

you come over after hearing me crying on your answering machine. dash through the door like you're all good intentions. you give me an exasperated gaze, sitting on the floor, face tear-streaked, notice i'm wearing one of his dress shirts again. it's rumpled and barely buttoned. i give you a lopsided smile.

you seem to think it's a good idea to pick me up, bring me over to the kitchen counter. you grab a couple bottles from the refrigerator, pop the cap; we toss them back like teenagers, remembering what it's like getting drunk the first few times, right when the world started getting harder.

i don't hold my liquor as well as you. i'm incoherent and having given up on talking, i laugh and laugh and laugh, tears in my eyes, while you slur out insults at my ex-boyfriend. you shake my shoulders lightly, _'what were you thinking?'_ the shirt falls down on one side and i sigh a little.

i stumble into the bedroom and you linger close behind to catch me. we sit at the edge of the bed that's against the wall and lean against it. i tuck my knees against my chest, let my head drop onto your shoulder.

you press a kiss to the top of it. why are you only telling me now that he didn't love me as much as i deserved? why now, why now. when you stretch your legs out, i lightly place myself in your lap, lean my head against your chest. when your warm hand gently presses against my naked belly, i know it's one of those wrong things i'll just let happen.

you lay me down on the bed, unbutton my shirt the rest of the way. i tremble a little as you put your hands on me, getting a feel of my skin, on my stomach and up to my chest. the way you squeeze the flesh in your fingers makes me sigh. i thought what i needed was the alcohol, your company, but i realized this was even better. i needed your lips on my skin. if touch is as close to love as i can get, i'll take it.

you lower your mouth and linger there, until i can feel your breath on my pussy. please, i beg. you spread my legs. you slip your tongue between my folds and lick my clit relentlessly, occasionally dipping your tongue into my pussy, making me cry out. i'm forced to surrender to you, to the sensations you create in my body.

i'm helpless and needy as you shove three fingers inside me; you pump them in and out, stroking my walls, watching me writhe in the sheets. my moans turn into desperate pleas; you know i'm going wild for you.

you squeeze the thick, hard length of your cock inside me and it hits the back of my womb hard. i cum and you gasp as my pussy spasms around your dick. i pull you closer to me and you respond, sucking on my neck then wrapping your hand around it. i almost think we should have done this before.

you pound into me until you're satisfied, your climax like an explosion that shatters us both. you collapse next to me and gather me in your arms. i tuck my head underneath your chin, and wonder which of us was using the other, or if it matters.

unlike my ex, i know you'll let me stay here comfortably as long as i want. i briefly place a hand between my legs, where your cum is dripping out onto my thigh and put a finger to my lips to taste it. smiling, i think i want to take you in my mouth next time.