[MF] I tasted my best friend after 4 years of solid friendship [Part 2]

The last exam was over.

We walked out of the exam hall that morning blinking in the sunlight like people who hadn't seen the sky in weeks. Honestly, we hadn't. The final paper had been brutal, but doable. It was the one we'd spent the most time dreading, and somehow, we'd come out the other side not completely destroyed. Just exhausted.

We didn't say much on the way back to the flat. We didn't need to. There was this quiet, shared relief between us. That bone-deep kind that comes when the weight finally lifts. No more cramming. No more panic. No more schedules.

Emma dropped her bag by the door the second we stepped inside. "If I see another textbook today," she muttered, "I'm setting it on fire."

I laughed and collapsed onto the sofa. "You say that like it's a bad thing."

She gave me a look, then disappeared into her room. I heard the shower come on a moment later, and I didn't move. Just let myself melt into the cushions, eyes closed, still half-running through exam answers even though I knew it was pointless.

Thirty minutes passed, and she padded back in quietly. Her hair was damp, pulled into a loose ponytail. She'd changed into one of my old t-shirts, a black one with the worn collar that she'd "borrowed" sometime last term and never given back. It hung low over her shorts, soft and oversized, brushing the top of her thighs. She looked like the human version of comfort. And I still somehow forgot how to breathe properly for a second.

She caught the look I gave her. Didn't say anything at first, but her lips curved in a slow, knowing smile.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Starving," I said, and meant it in more ways than one.

We ended up in the kitchen, the windows cracked open to let in the early summer air. She moved around the space like it was hers, probably because it was, practically. I leaned against the counter while she pulled ingredients out of cupboards and the fridge, humming to herself.

"Wanna help or are you just gonna stand there and look pretty?" she asked, tossing me a chopping board.

"Multitasking," I said, grabbing a knife.

Cooking turned into something more like messing around. She kept nudging me with her hip whenever she passed by, flicking water at me from rinsed vegetables, stealing slices of red pepper as I cut them. I retaliated by deliberately blocking her path between the fridge and stove, grinning every time she pushed past me with a dramatic sigh.

When everything was finally cooked, we ate at the table like we were civilised, but the moment the plates were cleared, we were back on the sofa, tangled under a blanket with her legs stretched across my lap.

Some film neither of us had seen before played in the background, but I couldn't have told you a single plot point. I was too busy listening to the sound of her breathing settle, the gentle way her fingers traced idle shapes over my arm.

"You know," she said, voice low and lazy, "I think this is the first time in weeks I haven't felt like I was going to die from stress."

"Yeah," I said. "It's weird, not having something to panic about."

Her hand slid up to rest on my chest, fingertips drumming softly. "You think we passed that last one?"

I nodded. "I think we did better than we expected."

She smiled, eyes closed. "Good. I want the memory of that exam to fade into dust as quickly as possible."

We stayed there like that for a long time. The kind of silence you don't want to break because it's just too damn comfortable. But then she shifted, ever so slightly, her thigh brushing against mine again.

She stretched, slow and cat-like, and the hem of my t-shirt she was wearing slid up just enough to flash a sliver of bare skin.

"God," she said, looking over at me with mock seriousness, "I think my muscles have forgotten how to unclench."

"Hard reset," I said. "That's what today's about."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "You offering to help with that?"

I blinked. "What, the muscle tension?"

"Among other things," she said, smile tugging at the corners of her lips. Her tone was still teasing, but her eyes stayed on mine a second longer than usual. A second too long to be nothing.

My heart gave a little kick. I kept my voice even. "If I say yes, are you going to pretend I was being inappropriate?"

She bit her lip, clearly enjoying herself now. "Depends how inappropriate you're planning to be."

There was a pause. One of those heavy ones. The room suddenly felt warmer than it had a second ago.

"I guess we'll find out," I said.

The movie rolled on in the background, some middling action flick that neither of us was really watching. Emma had turned sideways now, curled up against me with her head resting on my shoulder. I could feel the rise and fall of her breathing, the weight of her body pressed lightly to mine, comfortable and casual — almost.

Except it wasn't really casual anymore.

Every now and then, her fingertips would brush my arm, or her leg would shift against mine, and it never quite felt like an accident. Not anymore.

"You're warm," she murmured, half into my chest.

I smiled. "So are you."

She tilted her head up just slightly. "Yeah, but you've got that furnace body heat. Might steal you for winter."

"I'm not a hot water bottle, Em."

"Could've fooled me," she said. Her hand crept under the blanket to rest lightly on my stomach. "You're even soft in the right places."

That sent a little jolt up my spine, though I tried not to show it. "I didn't realise you were secretly evaluating me all this time."

She laughed quietly. "What, like you haven't been sneaking glances every time I bend over to pick up a pencil?"

"Okay, that's... specific."

She smirked without looking at me. "I have eyes, you know. And mirrors."

I gave her a slow look. "So you're saying you've been teasing me on purpose?"

Emma gave a small shrug, her fingers trailing an absent line across my shirt. "Maybe not at first. But you never said anything. Just got all quiet and red in the face."

"I was trying to be respectful," I said, with maybe too much sincerity.

She finally looked up at me again, her face just inches from mine. "That's sweet. A little pathetic. But sweet."

I laughed, and she grinned.

We let the moment breathe again. The credits started to roll on the movie and neither of us moved to grab the remote. Her hand was still on me, fingers resting just above my waistband now, light and unhurried.

She shifted again, this time turning to face me more directly, knees brushing mine under the blanket.

"So," she said, drawing the word out a little. "Now that we're free from the shackles of academia and existential dread…"

I raised an eyebrow. "You want to make a list of all the things we couldn't do while we were studying?"

Emma's smile turned just a little wicked. "Depends. Is this a list we're writing down or... experimenting with?"

I swallowed. "Guess that depends on how experimental you're feeling."

Her gaze dropped to my lips and lingered there for just a second too long.

"Not gonna lie," she murmured, "I've been thinking about this for a while now."

I tilted my head. "This?"

She nodded, slow and deliberate. "You. Me. After the stress was over. I didn't know how to bring it up. Or if it was just in my head."

"You could've said something," I said softly. "I'd have listened."

Emma looked down, her fingers gently tightening on my shirt. "I know. But there was always a reason not to. Timing, exams, the fact that you're you and I didn't want to mess anything up."

I reached out and tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear. "You haven't messed up anything."

She met my eyes again, and this time there was no teasing in her expression. Just warmth, and a quiet, simmering tension that had nowhere left to hide.

"I still don't know what this is," she said, almost in a whisper. "But I don't want to overthink it tonight."

"Then don't," I said.

"I still smell like your shampoo," she whispered.

"I like it on you."

"You like a lot of things on me," she teased gently, and this time her smile broke through.

I laughed under my breath. "You're not wrong."

Her forehead rested against mine, breath feathering between us. The air in the room felt thick, not hot, not heavy, just alive. Like even the quiet was waiting to see what would happen next.

Emma's fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, gripping it like she needed the anchor.

"You gonna keep staring at me," she murmured, "or are you actually gonna kiss me?"

That pulled a quiet laugh out of me, and I leaned in the last inch.

When our lips met, it wasn't rushed. No frenzy, no dramatic movie moment. Just warmth. Familiar, electric, and so deeply right it made my chest ache.

She kissed like she thought about it, like maybe she'd been imagining this just as often as I had. Her hands slid up my chest to the back of my neck, fingertips light but certain. My arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her in until we were chest to chest, blanket forgotten.

When we broke for air, her eyes were darker than before. She looked up at me with a small, dazed smile. "That was overdue."

"No kidding," I said quietly, brushing my thumb along her jaw.

She leaned into the touch. "So… what now?"

I smiled. "Now we stop pretending we weren't already halfway in."

Emma laughed softly, that breathy, relieved kind of laugh. "God, this is such a bad idea."

"Maybe. But it feels like a really good one right now."

She didn't argue. Instead, she climbed into my lap, straddling me under the blanket like it was the most natural thing in the world. Her legs bracketed mine, bare thighs warm against my jeans. My shirt hung loose around her, slipping off one shoulder slightly. She made no move to fix it.

"I've never done this with a friend before," she said, voice quieter now.

I searched her eyes. "We can stop. Anytime."

She shook her head. "I don't want to stop. I just… don't want to pretend either."

"We won't."

That was all the reassurance she needed. Her lips met mine again, more urgent this time, and I answered her without hesitation. Every kiss deepened the unspoken understanding between us, this wasn't just some stress relief. This was something that had been waiting under the surface for months, maybe longer.

Her hands slipped under my shirt, fingers skating over my skin like she was trying to memorize it. I traced slow lines down her spine through the cotton of my shirt, feeling her shiver against me.

She pulled back just a bit, lips parted, breathing shallow. "This okay?" she asked. Not even waiting for verbal confirmation, she saw it in my eyes and started pulling my shirt off. Guess I didn't need that anymore.

I nodded, brushing my hand along her thigh. "You?"

Emma bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah. Really okay."

And just like that, the space between us vanished completely. I'm not sure when her shirt came off or when my trousers came off but those gravity defying, absolutely gorgeous tits were right there and she was just waiting for me to touch them. All while she was grinding her soaked panties on to my painfully hard cock.

There was no rush. No pressure. Just exploration, touch by touch, breath by breath. She guided, I followed. I moved, she matched. And somewhere in the middle of it, we stopped being two friends skirting around tension and started to enjoy the beautiful sensations that we had clearly been craving from each other.

I groaned from the feeling of her wetness soaking through my underwear. "Em, fuckkk"

She just smirked and kept going. Almost as if this was payback for all the teasing from yesterday. She knew I hadn't had any release since last night and was savouring the sounds that she drew out with a victorious smile on her face every time a louder groan escaped.

Emma didn't just stop there. Oh no. The little brat leaned in close to my ear and in her oh so tantalisingly breathless voice asked "Do you want to... f.. feel how tight I am?"

This was the day I discovered that Em could cum incredibly easily. I barely managed to groan out a yes before her eyes rolled back and she had her first orgasm of the night.

"Nickkkk, I'm cuminggggg"

God she made it hard to hold back. Just as she caught her breath, she pulled her panties to the side and told me we didn't need any condoms. "Please I need you inside me. Right the fuck now!"

Who was I to turn down a lovely lady. Especially when she decided to sit in my lap and dictate how she wanted to be fucked. I thanked whatever god was listening in the moment and started making out with her again.

She knew just how to get me right to the edge too. She raised herself ever so slightly above my cock and took the whole thing in one quick downward motion. Fuck, I don't think I'll ever forget how good that felt. I don't know if I'll ever get to experience that level of pleasure ever again and I knew I could die a happy man after she had sat all the way down.

Emma guided each of my hands away from her delicious tits and and had me grip her plush ass cheeks. She had just one piece of filth to spew out. "I'm going to ride you until every last drop of your cum is inside me. I want you to slam me down on your cock and use my pussy to drain your balls. Fuck me like you own me!!"

I nearly came from just hearing these words come out of my best friend's mouth. I never knew she was capable of bringing out such passion.

And then she started to move. Dear reader. I don't know what to tell you. I thought I knew how good it felt to have a woman ride me. I was wrong. I didn't even know the half of it. Emma knew just how to clench and unclench her muscles to drive me insane and all while she relentlessly slammed herself down on my cock. My hands may have been on her ass but it was obvious she was doing most of the work. Simply put, she fucked me like she was trying to perform an exorcism out of my cock.

It didn't take her long to get what she wanted either.

"Emmm, I'm getting close. I. I don't think I can hold back if you keep going like this"

"Fill me up with your cum. Claim my fucking pussy Nick, pleaseee!!"

She was getting close too and I don't think I had the mental facilities to say any more words.

"Fuuuuckkk Niickkkk, I'm cummminggggg. Cum with me pleaseeee!!!" There were even a few tears streaming down here face as she begged for my cum.

And I couldn't hold back anymore. I let myself go with 2 and a half weeks of pent up exam stress and 4 years of longing into her. I kept pumping and pumping until there was cum dripping back out of her and down my cock. For her part, Emma collapsed in my arms, shaking from her own orgasm and unable to say any more words in the moment.

I don't know how long we stayed together like that. My cock keeping her leaking pussy full while we cuddled and kissed. There were no words needed. It felt right. Like coming home after a long trip away and finally feeling rejuvenated.

What we did say though, between quiet laughter and slow kisses, was that we had a month before moving out. A month with no classes, no stress, and apparently no more excuses.

"Mouth, ass or pussy. I'm all yours okay??" She looked straight into my eyes and made me promise that the only place I would cum until we moved out was inside her. Reassurances were provided that she had an IUD and there was nothing she enjoyed more than feeling me lose control inside her.

We never really defined it. But we did take full advantage of that month.