Chapter 8
Skylar
Waiting for Ava to answer my question feels like waiting for someone to draw blood. I know it’s going to hurt, but it needs to be done, so I’ll suffer through it.
Ava takes a deep breath, and I brace myself for… I don’t know. A love confession, maybe?
At least, it’s what my poor heart is hoping for.
Though I’m not sure how I would handle it, either.
I should have never brought up last night. I should have let Ava ignore it and pretend it never happened because that’s what she wanted to do; I could tell. She wasn’t going to bring it up because she’s embarrassed.
When she told me she asked because it was me, hope inflated my chest, but it quickly deflated when she rambled on about trusting me.
Not because she has feelings for me.
“It’s partly because you have experience but mostly because I trust you,” she explains. There it is again, that word.
Trust.
Would she still trust me if she knew I’ve been harboring feelings for her for the last thirteen years?
Would she still trust me if she realized the reason I’ve never had a serious, lasting relationship is because everyone eventually figures out I’m in love with my best friend, and no one wants to compete with that?
Even when she was married, I couldn’t completely hide my feelings.
Ava’s just never noticed.
Ava continues on, “I don’t know what I’m doing, Sky.
With any of it. Dating, sex, parenting.” A single tear falls over her lash line, and she quickly swipes it away.
“I don’t want to put myself out there only to be embarrassed because the only experience I have is with a singular man.
I don’t want to be laughed at or made fun of for being inexperienced when I’m almost thirty. ”
I’m going to regret this.
But I’d regret seeing Ava get hurt even more.
“Okay, I’ll help you.”
Ava’s head snaps up, her eyes full of hope and gratitude. “Really?”
Yeah, this is going to end terribly. Heart, strap in because we’re fucked. Literally.
“Yes. But only once. We can’t let this affect our friendship afterwards. I don’t want to lose you, Ava.”
Ava’s nodding before I’ve even finished my sentence. “I don’t want to lose you, either. Okay, one time. I understand. When…”
I can’t help the small tilt of my lips. She’s so eager to get started.
“We can wait until the next time you don’t have the kids or…”
“Or?”
“Or we have a while until your ex brings them home.”
Ava’s eyes widen. “Right now?”
I shrug. “Why not? We have the time.”
I’m doing a fantastic job of acting like this isn’t bothering me. Like this is just another box on a checklist of things, like I want to get it over with so we can go back to normal.
I fear if we wait another two weeks, the anticipation would kill me.
“I haven’t shaved…” Ava blushes, and I can’t help the snort that escapes me.
“Sweetheart, I don’t care if you haven’t shaved. But if you’d rather wait—”
“No!” Ava blurts. “I mean, today is good.” She wipes her hands on her thighs, looking around the room at everything but me.
She’s clearly not going to make the move, so I scoot over on the couch until our thighs are pressed together. I grip her chin and turn her face towards me, leaning in so our lips are almost touching.
I can feel her shaky exhale against my mouth.
“Can I kiss you, Ava?”
“Yes, please,” she whispers.
I can’t help but smile at her politeness.
Leaning in slowly, I wait for her to change her mind and pull away, but when she doesn’t, I close the remaining distance and press my lips to hers.
Her lips are like the softest rose petals, so pliant against my own. I linger for only a second, giving both of us time to process the fact we’re kissing.
I pull back, a puff of air leaving both of us as we pull apart, and Ava’s eyes flutter open, desire swirling in their hazel depths.
Then, she surges forward and kisses me.
This kiss isn’t soft or tentative, it’s urgent and needy and has me squeezing my thighs together.
Ava’s tongue swipes tentatively against my lips, like she’s nervous to deepen the kiss. I take the lead, opening up for her and letting her tongue caress my own.
I’ve had my fair share of first kisses in my life. I don’t even know how many peoples’ lips have touched mine, but this is by far the best kiss I’ve ever had.
It’s probably due to the fact I’ve been pining for her for over a decade, but I don’t let myself dwell on it too much.
Our angle is awkward and not sustainable for a lingering make out session, so I pull back. Ava’s mouth chases me, and I can’t contain the small, pleased smile tipping my lips. Hers are swollen and pink, and her breathing is heavy.
I did that to her.
“Hold on, sweetheart. Can we maneuver a little so we’re more comfortable?”
Ava nods. “Can… can I taste you, Sky? Please?”
“Are you sure you want to jump ahead to that?”
Ava nods again, this time more enthusiastically. “I really want to. Please.”
“Whatever you want.” My voice comes out huskier than I intend, and my pussy clenches at the thought of having Ava’s mouth on me.
Talk about a teenage dream.
Ava kneels on the floor between my legs and slowly helps me peel off my leggings and the thong underneath.
I spread my legs to give her more room, and Ava’s eyes widen as my most intimate place is revealed to her.
A bit of self-doubt creeps in. My thighs are thick and dimpled by cellulite.
At least I never skip my monthly wax appointment, so my pussy is bare save for the little strip of dark hair on the top.
I know Ava and I have seen each other in swimsuits or just our underwear, but we’ve never seen each other this exposed.
Any doubt I had is washed away by the way Ava’s eyes darken as they lock on my pussy.
Ava looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “You’re wet.”
I laugh a little at her awestruck expression. “Yes, I am.”
“Did I do that?” she whispers.
“Yeah, sweetheart. You did. Are you going to take care of it?”
Ava nods, but then bites her lip. “What do you like?”
I lean forward and cup her face. “I’ll like anything you do, Ava. Don’t overthink it. As long as you can find my clit, you’ll be able to get me there.”
Determination hardens her features, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier.
Until Ava takes off her shirt.
She isn’t wearing a bra, so her breasts are completely exposed, rosy nipples puckered from a mix of arousal and the slight chill in the air.
She’s got stretch marks on the sides from breastfeeding and some on her stomach from two pregnancies.
She’s so goddamn beautiful. A work of art.
“I didn’t want to get my shirt wet,” she says when she notices me staring.
“I’m not complaining. You’re captivating, Ava.”
Her whole upper body flushes at my compliment.
Ava scoots forward, looking up at me again for reassurance. I nod for her to go ahead, and she pokes her little pink tongue between her lips and licks slowly between my pussy lips.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.
Spurred on by my reaction, Ava licks again, more confidently. Her tongue swipes up the wetness gathered at my entrance. She sloppily explores my pussy with her tongue, and though I’m dying to feel it against my clit, I don’t say anything.
When her tongue finally makes its way to my bundle of nerves, my body jolts at the pleasure.
“That’s it, sweetheart. That’s where I want your mouth,” I moan, placing my hand on the back of her head to gently keep her there.
Ava’s lips close around my clit, sucking gently before her tongue swirls around it. It’s pure heaven, but I know I’ll need a little more.
“Use your fingers, Ava. Keep the pressure on my clit with your mouth and put two fingers—” My words are cut off by a low moan as two of her fingers work inside me.
“Yesss. That’s it, sweetheart. Now, crook them up until you find my—good girl.
” Her fingers fumble a little until they find the spot to help send me over the edge.
At my praise, Ava moans against my pussy, sending a jolt of lust through me. She alternates between greedy licks and firm sucks of my clit, and while my eyes want to roll into the back of my head, I keep them open and firmly locked on the image of my best friend between my thighs.
Ava’s mouth is like a dream come true, and the fact it’s her eagerly licking and kissing my pussy is what sends me over the edge. Her inexperienced first time eating pussy has me coming harder and faster than I ever have before.
I orgasm with a cry of her name, unable to keep my eyes from closing as stars burst behind them.
When Ava pulls back, her chin wet with my release, a surge of overwhelming affection clogs my throat.
She licks her lips and pulls her bottom one between her teeth. “Did I do okay?”
I bark out a disbelieving laugh. “Did you do okay? Ava, I saw fucking stars. Are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
Ava shakes her head. “I’m sure. It was your directions and the way your body responded. I like it when you tell me what to do.” Then, so quietly I almost don’t hear her, she says, “You’re gorgeous when you come.”
“Let me return the favor, sweetheart. Let me see how pretty you are when you come.”