[F] I accidentally showed my best friend a picture of my spread pussy…

I just returned from vacation, and I've been hanging out with pals, playing D&D with the guys, playing games on chat, and going shopping with my girlfriends. The typical type of material.

In any case, Louis and I were snuggled up on the couch a few nights ago while The Office played in the background. Easy, familiar, and lazy. Forever best pals that are completely platonic.

He inquired, "So, how was Greece?" "I have yet to see any images!"

I teased, "That's the cost of no longer using social media."

"Oh, hurry up. That crap is evil, you know that. Show me some pictures, please. Don't force me to beg.

I rolled my eyes dramatically as I chuckled. "All right, all right. Don't claim I didn't warn you, though, because there are countless images of historic structures.

He laughed and leaned forward. I accessed my camera roll, unlocked my phone, and started scrolling. As I casually browsed through my recent trip photos, he kept a watchful eye on me, his warm breath ghosting my neck.

It was strange, but I didn't mind at all, even though he was so near to me that he could see right down my top to my enormous tits straining together in my bra. Simply friends

I replied softly, "Here's the beach," pausing momentarily as I saw a picture of golden sand, turquoise waters, and gentle waves. Behind me he uttered a sound of gratitude.

"Gorgeous," he whispered to me.

I flicked my thumb one more while grinning. And this is the extremely old temple. According to the guide, I believe it was around 2000 years old.

"Fascinating," he deadpanned, obviously more intent on making light of me than genuinely enjoying old buildings. "Got anything exciting?"

"Like what? Bikini photos? I made fun of it.

He gave a shrug. "Hey, I would definitely appraise them for you if you have them."

I grinned. Louis the classic. For a while, I pondered his reaction if he had seen my bikini, which consisted of three small triangles of fabric that hardly covered anything. Fortunately, I didn't snap any photos of that.

I teased, "Patience," and sped up my scroll. "There's the high street, full of shops selling stupid tourist hats and dodgy handbags."

He leaned over to look at my screen and laughed gently. Perhaps I had missed him more than I thought, or perhaps it was jet lag. In any case, almost without realizing it, I leaned closer to him.

My thumb went on autopilot as I kept swiping.

The shore. The temple. Once more, the high street. a very close-up of my wet, wide-open pussy in the hotel room.

Oh no.

Oh no, oh no.

Adrenaline rushed through me as I fumbled, rapidly scrolling to the next picture as my heart lurched wildly. Everything else faded away as my skin flushed hot and my pulse pounded in my ears.

"Sarah..." Stunned, Louis spoke slowly and shakily.

I froze, feeling shame and heat and light of embarrassment and fear burning through me. I had completely forgotten about the pictures I had taken—indulgent, wicked pictures for my own eyes only, mementos of lonely hotel nights, and playful posts to my anonymous fans.

"I'm so sorry," I said in a frantic whisper, my voice a little shaky. I glanced at the harmless image of the old stone church that was now on display while my thumb futilely lingered over the screen. However, the explicit image from just a few seconds ago was imprinted into my consciousness, every detail achingly apparent.

My cheeks flushed in the mirror's reflection, my thighs spread wide, my fingers slippery, and my nipples firm.

The next shot showed another picture of the beach, and we both stared at it. Louis didn't say anything right away, and the agonizing stillness became thicker until I was having trouble breathing. My entire body ached to run, but I remained motionless, unable to look at him because the embarrassment was too great.

Louis finally stumbled out, "You—um, you looked good," obviously not knowing how to defuse the situation but trying to be funny nevertheless. Though not completely uncomfortable, his speech sounded strained.

At last, I worked up the nerve to look sideways, my cheeks burning as I looked him in the eye. I was surprised that he didn't look repulsed or judgmental. Rather, his eyes were amiable and broad. Almost encouraging.

"Louis, screw you. "I'm sorry you had to witness that," I said in a more earnest whisper.

He moved a little on the couch and swallowed loudly. "It's really alright."

My pulse was pounding and my chest was rising and falling quickly as my shame slowly changed into something else. I couldn't stop thinking about what Louis had seen, what he had suddenly caught a glimpse of beyond the naive façade of friendliness, and what he now knew about me.

"Can we just pretend that never happened?" I forced a small laugh as I asked. "Because I'm pretty sure I'm dying of embarrassment right now."

He gave a weak chuckle, still staring at me intently. "Sure. If that’s what you want…"

"What do you mean?"

He shrugged. "I…I’d kind of like to see it again…"

"Are you serious?" I whispered, the heat in my cheeks now matched by a heat building elsewhere…

I reminded myself that this was my best friend, but instead of that quelling the sudden urges building upn inside me, it increased them, only making it feel even more wrong and naughty that he had just seen my dripping pussy.

Louis hesitated briefly, but then nodded. His voice, when he spoke again, was a soft, genuine murmur: "Very."

Something about that simple admission sent a wave of confidence through me, overriding the embarrassment that had moments ago felt unbearable. I drew in a slow, steadying breath, glancing down at my phone again—still clutched tightly in my trembling fingers.

Slowly, deliberately, I scrolled back through the photos. The church. The high street. And then there it was again; my smooth puffy innie pussy, spread wide in the hotel room.

The picture lingered on the screen this Louise, bold and unashamed. I forced myself to hold it steady, my thumb shaking slightly as Louis's eyes devoured the image.

"God, Sarah…" he breathed softly, voice barely audible. "I had no idea."

"No idea about what?" I teased quietly, forcing my voice to remain playful despite the pulse pounding between my thighs.

"That you could be such a slut…"

"Hey!" I said, pulling the phone away.

"No!" Louis said. "I mean that as a compliment, Sarah! You are a very attractive woman, but I know you like to cover yourself up with big jumpers and stuff. And thats cool! Its just that this is like…seeing something secret and exciting. I just…had no idea. Please, show it to me again."

I tilted the screen back toward him, feeling strange that he wanted to see it again, that he wanted to sit with his best friend and appraise her pussy in detail.

"Do you...do you have others?" he asked softly, the words tumbling out shyly, despite the obvious boldness behind them. "More photos like this?"

A shiver ran through me, excitement overriding any lingering shyness. "A lot more," I admitted breathlessly, feeling the dampness in my panties and a stiffness in my nipples. Why was I enjoying this so much? Why was I suddenly thinking about riding his face and letting him fuck my tits? Fuck. I took a deep breath.

"Do you want to see them?"