Chapter 9
Ava
“Oh, no need,” I protest, embarrassed about how wet eating Sky’s pussy made me.
I got my taste of my best friend, all right, and I’m already addicted.
If I feel her mouth on me, I’m never going to recover.
“This was about teaching me how to please someone. I guess I didn’t need as much help as I thought. ” I laugh awkwardly.
I already know I’m never going to feel as confident with someone else as I feel with Skylar, though.
With her directions, finding out what made her pussy clench and pulse was easy.
Our friendship has afforded me years of knowing her body language, and even if I’ve never had to read it in this way, knowing Sky as well as I do helped me bring her pleasure.
“Ava, lay your ass on the couch and let me make you come,” Sky commands gently, and a shiver runs down my spine at the heat in her eyes and the desperation of her tone.
It’s like she needs this almost as much as I want it.
Who am I to say no to pleasure?
Especially when it’s coming from my dream girl.
I lie back on the couch then realize I’m still wearing pants, so I sit back up.
“No, let me take care of you,” Skylar whispers, gently pushing me back with a hand on my stomach.
Never breaking eye contact, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of my pants and underwear, slowly pulling them off my legs.
Her nails gently scrape my thighs as she pulls off the garments, sending sparks of desire buzzing through my veins.
The touch of her fingertips as she spreads my thighs burns me, and if I weren’t already soaked from eating her out, this would drench me.
Embarrassment for how wet I am heats my skin, and suddenly I’m trying to close my thighs before she can see it.
“Don’t close them on me, sweetheart. Let me see,” she coaxes gently, rubbing soothing circles on the outsides of my thighs with her thumbs.
Hesitantly, I open my legs, and Skylar’s smile is so sweet it makes me feel more confident. When my legs are finally spread enough for her to see how much she’s affected me, she locks her eyes on my pussy and just… stares.
Her hands smooth over the top of my thighs until her thumbs are nestled in the crease where my thigh and pelvis meet.
“Ava, baby…” she breathes, using her thumbs to spread open my pussy lips before her eyes flick up to meet mine. “You’re soaked. Look at this.” She swipes two fingers through the moisture between my legs and holds them up for me to see how obscenely wet they are.
“And your poor clit,” Sky tsks. “It needs some attention, doesn’t it?”
At a total loss for words, I nod.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you. You’ll tell me if you don’t like something?”
I nod again, and Skylar laughs. “I’m going to need you to make some noise for me.”
Not wasting any time, she leans forward and sucks my clit into her mouth.
I let out a guttural moan, arching into her mouth.
“That’s a good start,” she teases, spreading my pussy and blowing gently. The cool air makes my pussy clench around nothing, and I let out an unbidden whine.
With the skill of someone who’s eaten their fair share of pussy––which I’m trying not to be jealous about right now––Skylar has me on the verge of an orgasm, and she’s barely touched me.
Her tongue splits open my pussy and dips in and out of my entrance before she circles my clit with firm strokes, alternating between the two, but never lingering long enough anywhere for me to get the relief I’m craving.
“Sky, please,” I whimper, squirming on the couch, trying to get closer to her talented mouth.
She does the opposite of what I want and pulls back. “Please, what?”
“More, please.”
“Tell me exactly what you want, Ava.”
“I want you to make me come.”
“How do you want me to do that, baby?”
I bite my lip and shake my head. I don’t know how to ask for what I want. The thought of saying it out loud still feels so… taboo. Dirty. Even though I know it’s not.
Purity culture can suck a fat one.
I take a deep breath. “I want your fingers.”
“Where?”
“In my pussy. Please, can I have your fingers in my pussy? And your mouth on my clit?”
“I’m so proud of you for asking for what you need, Ava.” Her praise makes me preen, but before I can say anything else, she gives me exactly what I want.
Skylar thrusts two fingers into my pussy and flicks my clit with her tongue, holding my hips down with the other hand.
Her fingers crook up to that perfect spot, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as a moan rips from my throat.
She pulls back long enough to say, “There’s the sound I wanted. Give me more, baby.”
Her lips suction around my clit, and her fingers pick up speed, working me to an orgasm that’s surely going to reset my entire being.
My vision goes a little hazy as the pressure in between my hips grows, tingles work their way up from my toes to my ears, and when she hits the spot again and scrapes my clit with her teeth gently, I detonate.
I chant a combination of her name, “God, yes,” and expletives, probably not making any sense at all, but I couldn’t care less.
All I care about is the pleasure brought to me by my best friend’s mouth.
Skylar works me gently through my orgasm, and only when my pussy stops pulsing does she pull her fingers out of me.
“That was––”
“Yeah,” Skylar sighs.
I sit up on the couch, suddenly realizing now that we’ve both come, this is over. I won’t get another taste of my best friend, and I’m going to have to go on with my life pretending I didn’t just have the best orgasm ever at her hands.
How am I going to do that?
Before I can spiral too far, Skylar’s face appears in front of my own, and she cups my cheek with the hand that wasn’t in my pussy.
Her dark brown eyes search mine––for what, I can’t be sure.
Then she leans forward and presses her lips against mine, slow and savoring. Like she’s trying to memorize the way they feel before we’re forced to act like this never happened.
The taste of me still on her lips, mixing with the taste of her on mine forms a heady combination that has a needy sound I’ve never made before spilling from my mouth.
Her tongue caresses mine in a slow dance, and I open for her, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her closer.
The thought of this never happening again has me wrapping my legs around her waist, trying to get as much of our skin touching as possible—even though she’s clothed from the waist up.
We only pull apart when my phone starts ringing, breaking whatever bubble we put ourselves in.
My ex-husband’s name flashing on the screen is a bucket of cold water over the heat previously burning inside me.
Skylar’s chest is heaving just as heavily as mine underneath her shirt, and I kick myself for skipping so far ahead I never got to play with her beautiful breasts. I just know her nipples would feel incredible pebbled underneath my tongue.
Shaking off those thoughts, I pick up my phone and swipe to answer the call. “Hello?” My voice comes out breathier than I thought it would, and I cringe. I hope he can’t tell I was just thoroughly ravished by my best friend.
“Hey, I just wanted to ask if you wanted me to bring any leftovers from my mom’s? We’re about to head out, and you know how she likes to shove food at us.” Shea chuckles, and I force one out myself.
“I’m okay, thanks.”
“Cool, more for me. We’ll see you in half an hour.”
“Okay. Bye.”
After saying goodbye, he hangs up, and my eyes automatically drift to Skylar, who’s pulling her thong and leggings back on.
“They’re on their way?” she asks.
“Yeah. Jan wanted to supply me with leftovers.”
Sky rolls her eyes. She’s not a fan of my ex-mother-in-law. “Okay, well, I’ll get out of your hair.”
I don’t want her to leave. I want her to stay and cuddle me tonight. I want to wake up together again tomorrow.
But I agreed to the same things she did. One time, and we don’t talk about it anymore.
“Thank you for hanging out with me yesterday and today. I had a really great time.” I cringe at how awkward I sound. Why does it sound like the end of a first date?
Skylar gives me a soft smile. “Me too, Aves. I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”
I dress myself as Skylar gathers her things, then awkwardly stand by the door as she puts her shoes on.
Skylar gives me a hug goodbye, lingering a little longer than appropriate for platonic friends, and when she opens the door, Shea is on the other side poised to knock, the kids standing next to him.
“Skylar,” Shea deadpans.
Skylar rolls her lips inward and gives him a curt nod. “Shea.” Then she smiles brightly and gets down on the kids’ level. “Hey, kiddos. It’s good to see you.”
“Auntie Sky! Did you come to play with us?” Zoe asks, throwing her arms around Skylar’s neck.
“I just came over to hang out with your mom, but I have to go back to my house now. I promise to come play soon, okay?”
Zoe pouts. “Okay. See you soon.”
Gus gives Skylar a hug, too, but doesn’t say anything. Whenever he comes back from a family dinner at his grandparents, he’s quiet and needs some alone time to recharge.
Skylar knows this, so she doesn’t get offended. She just tells him she loves him and then waves goodbye as she heads out.
My eyes follow her as she leaves, and my heart feels like it’s being picked at by crows, but I try to put on a smile because I am happy to see my babies again.
Shea brings their bags into the apartment and sets them on the couch. I give Zoe and Gus hugs, and Gus asks me if he can go play in his room. I give him the okay before setting Zoe up with her dolls on the living room floor.
I motion for Shea to join me in the kitchen, and he follows with a pinched brow.
“How did it go with Alisa?” I ask quietly, not wanting the kids to overhear.
“It was fine. Gus was a bit rude to her, so that’s why he’s sulking now. He didn’t want her to join our plans, and I told him he didn’t get to make that choice.”
I don’t think that’s why he’s sulking. But I don’t need to start drama with my ex, so I don’t say anything, I simply nod and make a mental note to talk to Gus about it later.
“And Zoe?”
“Zoe was Zoe. She was happy to have someone else to jabber at. It was nice not to have to listen to her yap in my ear constantly.”
I withhold an eye roll. Zoe is a chatterbox, but he’s making it sound like a burden to listen to her whimsical ideas and imaginative stories.
“Well, it sounds like Alisa likes them, then?”
Shea just shrugs and nods.
Getting information out of him is like pulling teeth. I would hope a woman he thinks is “the one” would like our kids, but maybe it’s too high of a standard.
Shea’s phone beeps, and his eyes light up at whatever he’s reading. “I’ve gotta go, Ava. See you in two weeks.”
“Yeah, see you.”
He’s out the door in a flash, without a word to our kids.
The weight of the day presses down on me, and exhaustion threatens to take over, but my stomach grumbles, and I remember I was too busy feasting on Skylar to eat something substantial.
I toss some chicken nuggets on a baking sheet and throw them in the oven then go check on Zoe in the living room. When I see she’s playing happily, I walk to the kids’ room and find Gus laying on the floor building something with his magnet tiles.
“Do you want to talk about anything from this weekend?” I ask, kneeling next to him on the floor.
He shakes his head.
“Okay. I’m here if you do.”
After I finally get them settled for the night, I shower and lie in bed trying to read, but I can’t focus.
My mind wanders to what happened on the couch with Skylar, and––not for the first time––I slide my hand in my pants thinking about my best friend.
Only now, I know exactly what she tastes like. I know what she looks like when she comes, and I know how it feels to have her mouth and fingers instead of me.
This time when I muffle my cries of her name, instead of relief from the lust coursing through me, I’m filled with overwhelming disappointment.
Disappointment it wasn’t her fingers, and disappointment I’ll never have her that way again.