That night, after the whole kimono thing, I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened with Maya. It was so hot but so wrong. I didn’t know if I was ashamed or wanted more.

But when she text me, asking if I wanted to come over for a sleepover, I didn’t hesitate.

When I got to her place, she greeted me with a big grin. "Hey! I got sushi and thought we could binge some anime tonight. Like old times?" Her voice was playful, not a a hint that her tongue had been inside my pussy only a few hours earlier.

We settled on her bed, sushi spread out, and the TV on in the background. It was cozy, warm, and friendly, just like always. But this time, every brush of her arm against mine, every look she gave me, felt heavy with something more. And honestly, I was into it. I couldn’t stop replaying that scene from the boutique in my head—the way she touched me, kissed me.

Maya had her smooth legs out on the bed, and I couldn’t stop looking at them, wondering what it might be like to taste her as she had tasted me. I kept crossing and uncrossing my own legs, promising myself it wasn’t because I liked the way my pussy lips were rubbing together.

After a couple of episodes, Maya glanced over at me, biting her lip. "You okay? You seem kinda… distracted."

I felt my cheeks warm up. "Yeah… I guess I’ve just been thinking about earlier," I admitted, trying not to sound too awkward.

She gave me a teasing smile. "Oh, you mean that? I’ve been thinking about it too."

“Really?” I asked, feeling my heart beat a little faster.

Maya nodded. “Yes. A lot.”

“I see.”

Maya grinned. Before I could say anything else, she kissed me. Her tongue slid against mine, and I couldn’t help but melt into it, my hands automatically finding her waist. Her skin felt so warm under my fingers, and I could feel her body pressing closer to mine.

She pulled back and looked at me.

"I think it’s my turn now," she said, her voice low and just a little challenging. She sounded out of breath already. Had I done that? Made my best friend just a tiny bit wet? The thought drove me crazy.

“For what?” Playing dumb, even though I knew the answer.

“You already know, don’t you?”

I stared at her for a moment longer and then nodded. Slowly. Submissively. A mix of excitement and nerves building in my chest.

She reached for the bottom of her tank top, raising her arms, pulling it up over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and my breath caught in my throat. She looked amazing—her breasts round and full and her nipples already hard.

Fuck.

Maya grinned at me. “You can stop staring now. Taste me instead.”

I started slow, kissing along her neck and shoulders, working my way down. Her skin was soft and warm, and the little sounds she made as I kissed her chest were enough to make my pulse race. When I finally flicked my tongue over one of her nipples, she moaned, arching her back into me.

"You don’t have to…" she whispered, but I could feel the way her body reacted, how much she wanted this.

"I want to," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. And I did. I really did. My hands moved lower, and when I reached the waistband of her shorts, I hesitated, looking up at her.

She bit her lip and nodded, eyes dark with lust. "Please," she whispered, the need in her voice making me shiver.

I slid her shorts and panties down together, my heart pounding as I saw her laid out in front of me, completely bare. Her pussy was perfect—plump, smooth lips, her clit already swollen and wet with anticipation.

It looked delicious.

My first taste of her was electric. She gasped the second my tongue touched her, and the sound alone sent a rush of heat through me. I went slow at first, experimenting, seeing what made her moan louder. But when I found the right spot—flicking my tongue over her clit just right—her hips jerked, and she let out the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

I kept going, getting more confident with every little gasp and moan. Maya’s hands were in my hair, tugging gently, and her thighs were trembling around my head. She was wet, so wet, and I could feel her grinding against my face, completely lost in the moment.

"Don’t stop," she panted, her voice shaky as she got closer.

I didn’t stop. I licked and sucked, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady as her moans grew louder. She was so close, I could feel it. Her whole body was tense, and the way she was saying my name, begging me to keep going, made my head spin.

And then she came. Hard.

Maya cried out, her thighs squeezing around me as she rode out her orgasm, her whole body shaking under my tongue. I didn’t pull away until she was done, until she finally collapsed back onto the bed, her tits recoiling from the aftershock.

I wiped my mouth and looked up at her. She was flushed, still catching her breath, and when she looked at me, she smiled that lazy, satisfied smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"That was… amazing," she whispered, her voice soft and full of warmth. “Kiss me,” she pleaded. “I want to taste myself.”

I smiled, my own pussy crying out to be touched, and not for the first time that night, I did as I was told.