arianna ᦗ

You dropped your keys on the side table. “Hey, baby. Missed you.”

She gave a small hum. “How was it?” Her tone was unusual, noting you’ve heard before. You kicked off your shoes and walked over, sitting close enough that your knee brushed hers. “It was cool. Michael’s got some crazy stories. We just chilled, talked about old tour stuff. You good?”

Janet finally looked your way. Her eyes flicked to yours sharply. “I’m fine.” You knew better. “Janet… what’s up? You’re doing that thing where you say you’re fine but you’re not.” She let out a short breath, almost a laugh but not actually. “You really don’t know?”

You reached for her hand. She let you take it for a second, then pulled away. “Talk to me. Please.” Her jaw tightened. She turned toward you on the couch, voice low. “Did you have fun with Michael, hm? Forgetting about me while you’re out having the time of your life with him?”

The words landed like ice water. You pulled your hand back, staring at her. “Janet… that’s not— I swear it’s not like that. We’re just friends. I went over there because he invited me and it’s always been chill. You know that.”

“Do I?” She stood up, pacing a couple steps before facing you again. “Because from where I’m sitting, you’ve been spending more and more time with him lately. Coming back here acting like everything’s normal while he’s probably thinking about you the same way I do. I heard my brothers talking earlier. Michael’s been going on about you. How sweet you are, how you ‘understand’ him. And they were all in his ear—‘Go for it, Mike. She obviously likes hanging with you.’ Laughing like it was already happening.”

Your heart pounding. “No. Baby, please. It’s not like that at all. I came straight back to you. I always do. You’re the one I want to be with.” Your stomach kept on plummeting when she didn’t answer. “Janet, I swear it’s not like that. I went over there as a friend. That’s it. I came straight back to you.” Her fingers came up to brush your jaw, tilting your face so you had to look at her. “You promise?”

“I promise,” you said quickly, voice cracking a little. The guilt hit even though you hadn’t done anything wrong. She toooo good at this. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll do anything. Just tell me how to fix it.”

Her expression shifted. The anger softened into something a lot more intense. A slow smile tugged at her lips. “Anythin?” You nodded fast. She leaned in, breath warm against your ear. “Good girl.”

She took your hand and led you to the bedroom without saying much more. The lamp was already on low. Janet pushed you gently onto the bed and stood over you for a second, just looking. “Clothes off.”

You stripped fast, heart hammering. She stayed in her silk tank and pants longer, watching you the whole time. When you were naked she finally crawled over you, kissing your neck, sucking hard enough to leave marks. “You’re mine tonight,” she muttered against your skin. “Not his. Say it baby.”

“I’m yours,” you breathed.

“Louder.”

“I’m yours, Janet. Only yours.”

Her hand slid between your legs. Two fingers pushed inside you right away, curling slow. You were already soaked to the point where your slick drenched her fingers. She let out a soft, satisfied sound. “Wet as hell. Just from me being pissed?” She circled your clit with her thumb, light and teasing. “You’re really something else.”

You tried to roll your hips but she pulled her hand back the second you did. “No. You don’t cum until I let you, got it?” She kept you right on the edge for what felt like forever. Fingers deep, stroking that spot that made your toes curl, then stopping. Over and over. By the third time you were shaking, grabbing at her shoulders. “Janet—please baby, please. I need it so bad.”

“Need what?” She went down and kissed the inside of your thigh, lips brushing but not giving you more. “Say it properly.”

“I need to cum. Please let me cum for you.”

“Not yet.”

When she finally went down on you, it was almost too much. Her tongue was slow at first, then faster, sucking your clit while two fingers fucked into you steadily. You were right there, thighs trembling around her head, when she pulled back again.

“Fuck—Janet!” She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and climbed up, pressing her bare pussy against yours. She’d taken the rest of her clothes off at some point, you were just too fucked out to notice. Her slick heat made you moan loud. “Look at me,” she said, starting to grind. Her clit rubbed directly over yours in tight, wet circles. “You think about him while you’re out there enjoying yourself?”

“No,” you gasped. “Only you. Always you.” She sped up for a second, then slowed right when you started shaking. “Liar. I bet you liked the attention.”The words burned immensely, but they made you a lot wetter. She felt it and laughed under her breath. “Greedy little thing. Getting off on me being mad.”

She kept grinding, changing the angle, holding your hips down when you tried to chase it. Every time you got close she eased off, whispering shit in your ear.

“Say you’re sorry for making me jealous.”

“I’m sorry-”

“Say you’ll cancel on him next time.”

“I’ll cancel. I swear!!!”

You were crying by then, tears slipping down the sides of your face. Janet kissed them away, almost gentle, then went right back to torturing you.

When she finally let you cum, she pinned your wrists above your head and grinding down hard, fast, clit rubbing perfectly against yours. “Come on, baby. Now, do it for mama,”

It hit you like a freight train. You cried out her name, body jerking under her while she kept going, chasing her own orgasm right after. Her moans were raw, shaky, and she buried her face in your neck as she came.

Afterward she pulled you against her chest, fingers stroking your back in slow circles. The room was quiet except for both of you catching your breath. “You’re mine,” she said softly, almost to herself. “Don’t ever forget that again.” You whimpered against her, still trembling. “I won’t. I love you, Janet.”

She went still for a second, then kissed the top of your head. Her voice was quieter than before. “Love you too.”

“Oh, honey, that color would look incredible on you,” Janet said, holding up a deep emerald green top against your chest. Her fingers brushed lightly over the fabric near your collarbone, lingering just a second longer than necessary. “It brings out your eyes. Way better than anything that guy you’ve been playing with would pick out.”

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, trying to ignore the familiar edge in her voice. “His name is Andre, Jan. And he’s actually got pretty good taste and a sense of style. Ooo and he has very good music selection, he sent me a mixtape the other day and it has some bangers on it.” you playfully scoff.

“Mmm, a mixtape. How original,” Janet replied, her tone sweet but laced with something sharper. She hung the top back up with a little too much force. “Bet it’s all trap beats and generic love songs. You deserve someone who knows real music, baby. Not some… hobbyist.” You nudged her shoulder playfully as you moved to the next rack. “You’re such a snob. We’re just talking, okay? It’s not even serious yet.”

“Yet,” Janet echoed, smiling, but her eyes didn’t quite match the curve of her lips. “That’s the key word. Come on, let’s try these on. I want to see you in something that actually turns heads.”

The rest of the shopping trip was pure fun—laughing in the fitting rooms, modeling ridiculous outfits for each other, sneaking bites of the frozen yogurt you grabbed midway through. Janet bought you the green top despite your protests, and you insisted on getting her a pair of statement earrings that caught the light perfectly against her skin. By the time you left the mall, bags swinging from your hands, the earlier passive-aggressive jabs about Andre felt like distant background noise.

That night, after dinner at her place. She had a beautiful, sprawling house tucked away in a private neighborhood. you decided on a whim to stay over. “It’s late anyway,” you said, curled up on her massive sectional couch in comfy pajamas. “And I don’t feel like driving back. You mind?”

Janet’s smile was immediate and radiant. “Mind? Girl, please. I love having you here. Makes the house feel less empty.” She grabbed a blanket and tossed it over both of you, scooting closer so your legs touched under the fabric.

You were halfway through a drama series when a particularly intense kissing scene came on screen. The actors melted into each other, all passionate hands and parted lips. You felt your cheeks warm slightly.

Janet glanced at you, smirking. “Whew. They’re really going for it. Reminds me of my first kiss—backstage after a show, some cute dancer. Total disaster at first, but we figured it out quick.” She laughed softly. “What about you? Spill. Who was your first? Was it awkward? Sweet? Tell me everything.”

You went quiet, suddenly very interested in picking at a loose thread on the blanket. “Hey?” Janet prompted, tilting her head. “Hello? Earth to my favorite girl. Don’t leave me hanging.” You shifted uncomfortably. “I… haven’t had one yet.”

The silence that followed was heavy. Janet stared at you, her eye brows shooting up. “Wait. What? You’re serious?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, avoiding her gaze. “I just… never happened. I’ve been focused on other stuff, I guess.” Janet sat up straighter, turning fully toward you. “Baby, look at me. You’re telling me no one has ever kissed those lips? That’s insane. You’re stunning. Like, drop-dead, ‘stop traffic’ beautiful. Men should be lining up.”

You shrugged, embarrassed. “It just hasn’t come up. Andre and I haven’t even been on a date really. Just texting.”

“He hasn’t even tried to kiss you yet?” Janet’s voice dripped with mock disbelief, but there was real heat behind it. “He must be scared. Probably can’t handle you. One look at you and he knows he’d fumble the bag so bad he’d need a refund.”

“Janet!” You grabbed a decorative pillow and hurled it at her, laughing despite yourself. She caught it easily and lobbed it back, grinning wickedly. “What? It’s true! Dude’s probably intimidated by all that beauty. But if you want to play like that, fine by me!!”

The pillow fight escalated quickly. You both scrambled across the couch, giggling like teenagers. Janet was faster, stronger from years of performances, and soon she had you pinned beneath her. Her body hovered over yours, thighs straddling your hips, hands pressing your wrists gently into the cushions. Her hair fell around her face like a curtain and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Got you,” she whispered, breath warm against your cheek. You squirmed beneath her, still laughing. “Okay, okay, you win!” Janet didn’t move. Instead, her expression softened into something more intense. “You know… I can teach you how to kiss. Just in case things get steamy with Andre or whoever. Practice makes perfect, right?”

Your heart stuttered. “Jan… that’s not- I mean, wouldn’t that be like cheating?” you look away, kind of ashamed if so.

She chuckled low, still on top of you, her weight comforting and electrifying at once. “Cheating? Baby, you’re not dating him. You said it yourself. you’re just talking. This is just… education. Between best friends. No strings attached.”

You hesitated, biting your lip. Her eyes were so close, so dark and inviting. The air between you felt charged. “I… I don’t know.”

“Come on,” she coaxed, her voice soft. “One little lesson. I promise I’ll be gentle.” Her thumb brushed lightly over your wrist where she held it. Reluctantly, you nodded. “Okay. Just… teaching.”Janet’s smile was almost immediate, barely can contain her excitement. She leaned down, her lips hovering just above yours. “Relax. Follow my lead.”

The first touch was super light. her lips brushing yours, soft and warm. She tasted faintly of the wine you’d shared earlier. You froze for a second, then tried to mimic her, tilting your head slightly. Janet hummed approvingly, deepening the kiss with expert patience. Her tongue traced the seam of your lips, asking for entry, and when you parted them, she slipped inside.

It was nothing like you had imagined. Heat pooled low in your belly as she explored your mouth, coaxing your tongue to dance with hers. The kiss grew hungrier. Janet’s body pressed more firmly against yours, one of her legs sliding between your thighs. She shifted, pressing her thigh right against your core through the thin fabric of your pajamas.

“See? You’re a natural,” she murmured against your lips before diving back in. The make out turned wet, open mouthed kisses that left you breathless. Your hands found her waist, gripping the soft material of her tank top. Janet rocked her leg against you deliberately. “Grind on me, baby. Like this.” She guided your hips with one hand, encouraging you to move. “That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You whimpered into her mouth, the friction building quickly. You were inexperienced and the pressure of her toned thigh against your clit was overwhelming. You rolled your hips desperately, chasing the sensation while your mouths stayed locked. tongues sliding, lips sucking, and breaths mingling.

“I bet he can’t make you feel like this, huh?” Janet whispered between kisses, her voice husky. “All that texting and no action. Poor thing. But I can. I know exactly what you need.”

“Janet…” you gasped, grinding harder, faster. The pleasure coiled tight and sudden in your core. You’d never felt anything like it. someone else’s body and the control she had over you. It snuck up on you like a wave crashing without warning.

Your orgasm hit hard. You cried out against her lips, body shuddering as you came on her thigh, soaking through your panties. Your hips stuttered, thighs clamping around her leg as waves of pleasure rolled through you. When it subsided, Janet pulled back slightly, eyes wide with surprise and clear arousal. A slow, delighted laugh escaped her. “Did you just cum? Just from a little hump and some kisses? Oh my god, baby…”

Your face burned with embarrassment. “Shut up!” You pushed at her shoulders, scrambling out from under her. “I—I need to… bathroom. Sorry.” You legit bolted with your legs still shaking. you headed straight to the guest bathroom down the hall. The door clicked shut behind you, and you leaned against the sink, staring at your flushed reflection. Your lips were swollen, hair messy, and the evidence of what just happened was still warm between your thighs.

Outside, you heard Janet’s voice, soft but teasing through the door. “You okay in there? Don’t be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in a long time. Come back out, beautiful. We’re not done talking about this… or practicing.” You took a deep breath, heart still racing. Part of you wanted to hide forever. The other part was still tingling from her touch. you wondered what else your best friend could teach you tonight.