Lesbians

"I hate my job."

"You smell like work."

"I smell like self-loathing and death."

She laughed and smiled at me, making my heart flutter. It was no secret to everyone that I had a crush on my best friend. Everyone but my best friend.

She rolled over so we were laying shoulder to shoulder. I turned my head to the side, staring at her bright blue eyes, her perfect teeth, those full pink lips that I would do anything to kiss.

She pulled out her phone and stared to scroll through the Tumblr app. I leaned my head onto her shoulder and watched her reblog pictures of cats and sunsets and cute quotes about love. A gif of a girl eating out another girl popped up and my friend froze, staring at the image. I felt myself get wet, trying to image how great it would be to go down on her like that.

"That’s hot." She said before she started to scroll again.

"Hi beautiful."

"Welcome home." She grabbed the collar of my shirt and pulled me close, kissing me hotly for a minute before letting go. "Guess what I was just reading."

My head was still spinning from the kiss. “Um, I’m not sure. What babe?”

"Insanely hot lesbian smut. And I swear to god if you don’t fuck me senseless in the next five minutes, I’m going to implode."