Best friends know best.

My name is Fernanda and I identify myself as bisexual even though I’ve never been with a girl, yes… it may sound weird and you may wonder how do I know I like girls? Yeah, I’ve have the same questions over years, I have even asked myself if I was really into girls as well or if it was just curiosity.

As cliché as it sounds, I have a best friend, and she’s always asking me for a piece of advice when it comes to boys because according to her “I attract boys the same way magnets attracts metal.” And it was true; I was always surrounded by boys who wanted to make out with me. However, no many how many times she would ask me for a piece of advice, she’d never tell me if there was any boy that she liked, which seemed strange.

We were used to do sleep-overs every weekend, it was fun and we would gossip about almost everything and everyone, and this weekend wouldn’t be any different… It was Saturday night and we were already having fun in my room.

After seeing a horror movie, we were about to sleep bur Andreina (my friend) we decided it was the perfect moment for our round of questions, she started and asked in a soft voice if I liked anyone, I denied with my head.

It was my turn to ask; “why do I attract so many boys?” She answered: “Maybe because boys like big butts and you’ve got enough to give away, you should lend me a lil bit, tho.” And I laughed my ass off; indeed I had a big butt. I throw her one of my plush toys.

“Hm but you’ve got big boobs and boys like that too, so… it isn’t a proper answer.” I answered right away, frowning lightly. “Boys like boobs, don’t they?” I asked again.

“Of course they like boobs but…” She hesitated. “Well my boobs may be big but… I’m skinny, and I’ve got no butt.” She insisted, crossing her arms while hugging the plush toy I had just threw at her. “Unlike you, you are thiccccc, girl.” She said with a funny tone, making me laugh.

“Thic—what?” I asked tilting my head in confusion.

“Thic, you know… that word boys use to describe when a girl… well…” She moved her hands in the air like if that would help me understand but truth is I had no idea what she was talking about.

“Oh, c’mon, stand up.” She commanded, clapping a little bit in order to cheer me up.

“Ahhgg…” I complained, I was lazy as f*ck and she knew it, reason why she was laughing. I stood up as I was asked to, standing in front of her with a puzzled look on my face. “This better be a good explanation or else I’ll kick your ass.” I threaten her. “So… thick is…” I asked, confused than ever and crossing my arms. “Do as you say? Like submissive or something?” Innocently speaking I questioned and she just laughed, denying.

“No, you idiot… Thiccc is…” She took a sit in the border of my bed in order to get closer to me. Her hands travelled to my thighs, squeezing them softly. I gasped, slapping her hands. “What are you doing?” I asked, shocked and clearly blushed, she just laughed, placing her hands again back where they were.

“This is being thic, you’ve got juicy thighs…” She said as her hands squeezed them softly. “And a big butt…” And so her hands travelled to my buttocks, squishing them playfully, her sparkling eyes looking at me.

“S-stop it…” I stuttered while my cheeks started to get red again, I started playing with my hands nervously, unable to look at her. “I’m just fat…” I whispered, sighing loudly.

“What?” She asked, her hands were still on my butt and it was kind of awkward, she was caressing it just like if they were my cheeks. “You are not fat, idiot… You are thic.” She stated, grabbing my butt and pulling me closer. I staggered, placing my hands on her shoulders trying not to fall. I was totally nervous because she was looking at me so fiercely. “Don’t you ever say you’re fat again, okay?” She asked.

“But I… I mean, I don’t have a flat stomach, and…” She cut me off.

“If you say you’re fat again, I will kiss you.” She threaten me, frowning lightly, I gasped.

“Wh-what.” I stammered, blinking a couple of times, she looked determined. “You wouldn’t…” I risked myself there, biting my lower lip. Her eyes followed my actions, now her orbs were stationary on my lips.

“Don’t make me.” She stood up, her hands travelled up till they circled my waist, pulling me closer, her face inches away from mine, the tip of our noses touching each other’s. At this point I felt my heart was about to explode, I could feel her warm breath mixing up with mine, was it really happening?

My eyes shut down as I leaned towards her face, barely tilting my head. I pulled out my tongue just to moisture my lower lip. One of her hands cupped my right cheek, caressing it with her thumb, she was so soft. “Is this okay…?” I asked and she just shushed me, placing her lips on mine. It was a soft, light touch, almost frictionless. I wasn’t capable of moving my lips even if I was dying for; nevertheless she read my thoughts and moved her lips slowly against mines.

We shared that soft kiss for maybe a minute or two, our lips chafing each other; I rested my arms over her shoulders, pulling her closer. Suddenly I felt her wet muscle roaming my lower lips which made me moan softly; as I opened my mouth her tongue gained access and started caressing mine. I didn’t know how to correspond at the moment but by gasping, her tongue circled mine, her lips surrounded it and started sucking it.

One of my hands travelled to the nape of her neck, tangling my fingers in her dark hair, while the other one rested on her shoulder, digging my nails when I felt those gently sucks.

“Don’t you like it…?” She questioned with a husky voice, I opened my eyes and found hers, and they were dazzling and so were mine.

“Please don’t stop…” I mumbled, placing my lips against hers again, this time I moved them slowly and mirrored her last actions, my tongue roaming her lower lip, getting into her cavity but she didn’t let me suck hers, instead of, she mover her wet muscle towards mine initiating a powerful fight, this time we were gasping into each other’s mouth, our breaths becoming one.

“I won’t…” Were her last words, she took a sit in the verge of my bed again, pulling me down so that I’d sit on her lap, at first I hesitated – my weight – and she read my thoughts because she whispered right to my ear. “Say the f— word again and I’ll kiss you harder…”

“Kiss me then…” I mumbled, taking a sit on her lap, her hands travelled down to my butt, squeezing it again and again causing me to moan and she liked it, or so I thought because she kept doing it, while I was busy being a moaning mess her kisses travelled down to my neck.

Wet kisses distracting my from her skilled hands which were busy unbuckling my shirt, I wasn’t wearing any bra because I didn’t have what you call boobs, they were barely there but she didn’t care, her lips were now circling my areola, slowly sucking it while one of her hands took care of my other boob, stroking it slowly, pinching my nipple making me moan a little bit harder.

“Shhh.” She bit my little pinky nipple, as I bit my lower lip. “I know you like it but you have to be quiet or else… they will discover us.”  Her words made me realize what we were doing and I almost faited, trying to get up, she stopped me and took of my shirt, tossing it away.

“No, no… you’re going nowhere but your bed.” She was skinny but strong, she demonstrated that when she turned on her back and placed me on the bed.

“But I…” Once more my words didn’t come out as they were supposed to because she shushed me again, covering my mouth with one of her hands, she was suctioning one of my nipples again like a hungry baby. I tried to play the “I can be hot too” game and took two of her fingers inside my mouth, sucking them lightly. It was a good idea because she gasped, sending shivers down my spine.

“Good to know you are preparing…” She whispered, taking her fingers out of my mouth, I didn’t understand, in a blink of an eye she was back and we were facing each other.

“I… I am a… virgin.” Was the only thing I could think of, because yes, I was, she just laughed, giving a little kiss on my nose. “I know, idiot… I’m your best friend, remember?” She questioned in a funny way, the fingers that seconds ago were on my mouth were now caressing my tummy, my whole body trembled.

“We’ll go slow…” She mumbled, smiling and I couldn’t help but smile too, nodding.

“Just relax… I’ll only masturbate you…” She explained and I blushed as hard as possible, covering my face with my both hands. “I won’t finger you… not yet.” She mumbled, biting my earlobe and sucking it lightly. Her index and middle finger slip through my pajamas and underwear, I was bloody nervous and she noticed it.

“If you don’t like it I can stop.” She licked my ear and I just moaned, grabbing her wrist firmly, even digging my nails. I was nervous yes, but I was horny too, it wasn’t a secret because I was soaking wet. “Well it seems like you do…” Her fingers were rubbing my clit delicately; my fluids were abundant and hot.

“ Ah…” I moaned as her fingers kept rubbing my clit, drawing little circles, pinching it and making me moan again a again. “It— it feels good.” I managed to say, my hips were moving slowly against her fingers, my fluids starting to soak her fingers.

She was about to kiss me again when a strong and disturbing noise caught our attention, we didn’t know where it was coming from, till we both look straight ahead to the door: they were knocking on it.

“Girls… Are you there? This is the 3^rd time in a row I’m calling you…” It was my mom’s voices. I panicked and she shushed me, trying to calm me down. “It’s dinner time.” My mom said while knocking again, I looked at Andreina with a steady gaze; she just kissed me again, a peek.

“We’ll be there in a blink of an eye!!!” Andreina said with her usual tone: joyful. “Fernanda is in the bathroom getting her hair done, you know she doesn’t like when it is wet.” She winked, I couldn’t believe in this situation she was still flirting with me.

“Oh yes, Fernanda is very childish sometimes.” My mom replied, almost laughing. Then we heard her footsteps getting distant, we both sighed in relief. She got off me and took her wet fingers to her mouth, sucking them slowly. I opened my eyes widely, almost choking with my own saliva.

“This doesn’t ends here.” She stated, winking again. “And you better get your hair wet, or else things won’t add up.” She said, looking serious and when she was about to leave my room I asked:

“I guess we will continue this after dinner?” I was afraid to ask, so I kinda look away till I heard her voice.

“Of course, you will be my dessert.”  There she was, flirting again and leaving my speechless. I stood up, covering my chest and fixing my panties, after all I needed to wet my hair and prepare myself for dessert.