My Best Friend Moves Away [ff] [fm]

Slow burn. Spicy at the asterisks. You know the drill.

I’m the kind of person that people feel comfortable talking to. I’m not sure why, but so many people around me share their deeply personal thoughts with me. When I met Callie (29f) near a decade ago, we slowly progressed from work besties to real besties. Eventually, we both left that employer, yet our friendship remained. My daughters call her Auntie Cal. I (35f) knew all about her attempted dating life, her ongoing therapy, and her hearing loss, and other health struggles. Back to my first point, a couple years ago, she told me she was still a virgin (at 26) and it was a minor cause of anxiety. The conversation came about because she had severe endometriosis. The result of which left her sterile and without the possibility of her becoming pregnant with her own children.

As a mother, I couldn’t imagine her pain. I feel like I need to write this down because my friendship and experiences with Callie are so much more than the sexy stuff. We’ve had intimate moments that had nothing to do with sex. What I mean to say is that Callie and I have a special place in each others hearts and lives. So a little bit of our hearts broke when she decided to love away.

Her mom was moving to the east coast and Callie decided to move with rather than staying with her dad, stepmom, and 3 much younger half brothers. Knowing it was her last summer, we hung out a bit more than usual.

She told me that she had been struggling with her sexuality. She would meet a guy online, start chatting, and maybe go on a date before ghosting. Being raised Catholic, this killed any confidence she had. Before you ask, Callie is 5’6” and thin with straight brown hair just past her shoulders. Pale skin and a cute face. She’s petite in every way except her bust. Callie’s breasts are a perfect 32DD. Basically, she doesn’t know how truly beautiful she is.

I told her how boudoir photos helped me after my first pregnancy. I had professional hair and makeup before going through a lingerie closet with only my size. I saw the proofs and almost didn’t recognize the beautiful, powerful, sexy woman in them. I gave them to my husband (Eric) for our anniversary and the result was clear.

Callie had mulled it over for a few days, asking casual questions here and there. I suspect her therapist was involved. Finally, she told me that she wanted boudoir pictures of herself, for herself. I knew the perfect woman to take the pics and arranged a date in August to coincide with her work trip here. Jane (in her 40’s probably, tattooed and Polynesian) is a pinup/boudoir photographer I met through a mutual friend. (You’ll read more about Jane and Errika later).

On the day of the shoot, Callie and I drove to Jane’s place, a house borrowed from another photographer. I guess it’s all about who you know. First thing, Jane greeted us with warm hugs and directed Callie to undress and change into a robe. When she came out, we had fun with Errika and the stylist. She went with loose curls and makeup that just screamed “fuck me!” Jane stuck around so Callie could feel comfortable with her. She and Errika took Callie for wardrobe and the shoot. Knowing how these things go and how Callie was feeling, I opted to hang back during the shoot. Afterward, Callie was buzzing but didn’t talk about it.

A week later, Callie said she had the photos back and asked if she could come over and show me. Eric, who had known what was going on, took the girls to my parents for a sleepover. Callie arrived and I opened a bottle of wine. It took a bit of small talk before we broached the subject of the pictures. She recounted what happened when she and Jane left. Errika (being a semi-pro model herself) helped choose a couple outfits and was sharing encouraging tips.

Callie said her first costume was a relatively mild corset with garter, thin knit hose, and modest panties. She was about to tell me about the experience, but then excitedly decided to let Jane’s photos speak for themself. Callie opened the computer and logged into Jane’s website, selecting her folder and entering the password. And there she was, sitting in a sunlit nook, legs longer than sin. She was posed to look out the window with a hand behind her head while the other held a vintage copy of Jane Austin to her stomach. She looked at peace. Callie tapped me out of my trance and started clicking through the pictures. Her poses were casual and relaxed. Each perfectly highlighting one or more of her features. The white corset pushed her breasts up to showcase her cleavage. Eventually, she was posed on her knees, leaning forward in a way to show off her ass that otherwise would have appeared flat. While clicking through, Callie explained that Errika coached her through the poses while Jane clicked away.

The second outfit consisted of the same bottoms, but the corset was traded for a vintage sheer white bra. She was sitting in the same lounger as the before, but was holding a linen sheet to her chest. Throughout the photos, Callie started looking at the camera and owning it as the sheet was pulled away. I started to flush seeing her breasts contained in their natural shape. Despite the sheerness of the bra, I could barely make out her pale nipples. Callie was just as nervous sharing these pictures with me, almost drawing into herself as our thighs were touching on the couch in my living room. She seemed more conscious of her surgery scars and hearing aids than her delicious breasts.

All of a sudden, the bra was gone. There were several pictures that implied her nudity without showing anything. She was faced away, with a hint of side boob. Or Jane took the picture from the floor with Callie leaning over the arm of the chair. There were a few of these, each showing a little more breast than the last. That pose finished with the tops of nipples barely visible. One outtake showed her laughing as a hearing aid dangled being held in by the receiver. Finally, Callie was posed sitting up, hands covering her tits. Jane had shot these in a way to show confidence and power. The final photograph was a full body shot. Hands on her hips and naked save for the panties. Smiling with her breasts, belly, legs, scars, hearing aids, and everything on display.

The photoshoot had given her a perspective that she needed. Callie was able to see that she is objectively beautiful, but more importantly, she is a whole person that deserves nothing but the utmost respect and love from her future partners.

Following the photo shoot, the buzz started to wear off and Callie went on with her life. Eric knew of the pictures, of course, but was far too polite to even insinuate he wanted to see them. The relationship between him and Callie was exactly the same. After she moved, she messaged with self image issues. She asked what Eric had thought of her boudoir album, seeming disappointed when I texted that he hadn’t seen it. She started rapid firing messages riddled with doubt all boiling down to one thing. My best friend wanted my husband to look at her nude pictures.

The next week, with our girls out for the night, I brought our laptop into the bedroom. I was wearing only a tank top and panties, my heavy tits bouncing under the fabric. Eric starredat me from the bed as I set the computer down and placed the bedside camera. He was confused as I opened Jane’s website and found Callie’s album, discreetly named so he didn’t know. I told him the password “4EricsIsonly!”. He nervously typed, knowing Jane’s work but having no idea who he’d see. It could be me, but he’s seen professional nudes of me before. Given his recent trip to Vegas, it could be Errika, his longtime friend, part time model, and recent playmate.

He was truly surprised to see Callie, sitting there in a corset in the sunlit studio. He slowly clicked through the pics and I squeezed his already hard cock. I winked to the camera and pulled it out. Slowly jerking it while we talked about how utterly sexy Callie was. I instructed him to pace his rubbing and when to click the next picture. He didn’t even notice when I pulled my tits out and started masturbating next to him. I knew he was nearly ready and I told him to click to the last picture. He spurted instantly at the sight of Callie’s bare breasts, full and heavy.

I didn’t quite get myself to orgasm, but I knew how to take care of it. I wiped his cum away and took his cock in my mouth. I had him fully erect in a couple minutes. Not like it was my first rodeo. I set the still open computer on his chest as I straddled him. His dick sliding into my cunt with no hesitation. The screen tickled the bottom of my breasts as I rode my husband. He was no more than a sex toy to me at that point. He was clicking through the photos of Callie again. My pussy burned with images of her seared in my brain. His second orgasm triggered when he saw her fully naked for the second time and I rode that wave to my own shaking orgasm. We sat wordlessly, starring at each other.

When Eric was soundly asleep, I uploaded our newest sex tape and sent it to Callie. Showing the proof of her body’s effect on men. For Christmas that year, she returned the favor with a private video of her masturbating to our sextape.