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It started your last year of high school when you noticed how many women fawned over her. You hadn't realized in all your years of knowing her that Tate was so charming because she was your best friend. You've seen her flirt once or twice, but being on the receiving end of it seem to make these women's brain's short-circuit. Now that you two are older, out of college, and still by each other's side, you feel like there isn't that wall there that existed when you were younger. You almost had no filter when you asked her what the big fucking deal about herself was.

Tate laughed when you asked, her brown locks falling over her face. She tilts her head and looks at you through a few whispy strands.

"What's got you wanting to know, huh? Heard somethin' about me?" She teases, something you're use to, but you tense up from her question.

"Just curious that's all. I mean you must be doing something if you got that girl...what's her name...Olivia or something? She keeps following me and unfollowing me trying to keep tabs on you. You know someone is desperate if they're following someone's best friend who hasn't posted on instagram in over two years."

Tate laughed again, this time louder. It was beyond you how she could just take it all in jest. You've never done well with possessiveness let alone the kind that borders on pure obsession. So how she could be so nonchalant about the topic left you with more questions. She's your best friend, but you just never pried despite wanting to know. Tate also never was one to put her business out there no matter how messy her life got. You got glimpses of it when you were shown texts or someone was bold enough to go up to her in public for a small confrontation. Every time Tate handled it with ease, always placating this month's girl with a few words. It was impressive just as much as it was toxic.

"I don't know what to say. I'm not looking to commit right now, and I tell every girl that, but I guess they can't help themselves." You cock a brow, not satisfied with the answer. The questions in your head were bordering on invasive, but Tate was an open book for you.

There were a few beats of silence between you two and Tate knew you still had more inside of you. That knowing smiling spread across her lips, the one you've witness many times before but weren't on the receiving end of. Your heart begins to race and your skin gets warm.

"I can just show you, y'know."

A simple offer that had you laying with your back against your bed and your best friend between your legs. It all happened so quick, in a lust-induced blur, but you welcomed her touch. She touched you like you were familiar to her. After years of being best friends you two have never blurred any lines or been physical with each other, so you were impressed at how quickly Tate was able to pick up on your sexual quirks. She knew what each moan meant, when to slow down, when to dial it up.

"Oh shit T-Tate...fuck!"

You were hesitant at first to moan considering the situation at hand, but the way Tate's mouth worked against your pussy while the pads of her fingers dug into your hips drove you crazy. Tate was all focused, minimal teasing, when she had you mouth on your sex. Her tongue would run along with the edges of your folds while her top lip was pressed into your clit. Your back arched off the mattress as she brought her bottom lip back up to wrap around your sensitive bud. Still nervous to moan too loudly, a sharp gasp gets caught in your throat at the feeling of Tate sucking forcefully.

Tate has been between the legs of many, but she can't deny that it's a little special that she's between your legs. She's never imagined you in this way, but having you underneath her and at her whims was the most exciting thing she's experienced in years. The air in the room with thick and filled with your scent. Tate took in the smell of you and groaned against your cunt. She was slightly intoxicated on the sweet scent and taste that she found herself losing control. She had to show you exactly why it's her tongue that drives these girls crazy.

Her hands were strong as they grip your hips. Your body trembled, especially your thighs, as you braced yourself for each lick and each suck.

"You're so fucking wet for me," Tate takes on a little more of a teasing tone. It's just an observation but it makes the goosebumps on your skin stand up. You were absolutely dripping for some you call your best friend. "So wet that I can just do this..."

Two fingers come to your entrance and slip in with ease. Immediately Tate is engulfed in your warm, wet walls as they invite her inside. Your cunt was squeezing her in anticipation for more. A silent demand for more. Who was Tate to deny your body of what it truly wants? Her breath fans against your inner thigh as she watches her fingers work in and out of you. She's in awe, just staring at the mess coating her fingers and dripping onto the bed.

"Would you get this wet for me if I was someone else?"

"Tate!" Your whines are desperate. You don't respond, but the way you moan says more than words ever could.

"Shh."

You wonder why she makes you shut up, but when we hearing the squelching sound of your pussy filling your ears and the silence around you. It's so erotic that it's too filthy for you to bare. You wish you could bury your face in the pillows and hide, but Tate makes you listen.

"So wet I know this pretty pussy can take my fingers even deeper."

Tate follows through, her fingers pushing further into you. You hold your breath, waiting for the moment she tells you she wants to hear you voice again. Little moans and whimpers slip out as she comes to a comfortable rhythm of fucking in and out of you.

"How good does it feel?" Tate was good at commanding words out of you without being too demanding. The way her words dripped with honey made it easy for you to fold.

"S-So good."

"I bet it does."

It's almost hard for her to keep pumping in and out of you when your cunt is just gripping her so tight, but Tate would be a liar if she said she didn't like the feeling. She's determined to work up to a pace that's fast and has you seeing stars. The way she caresses the inside of your thigh has you opening up and you feel her fingers hitting spots that you never knew existed. Tate gave you plenty of reasons why the women she deals with cling to her, but you really understood when she leaned down to wrap her lips around your clit again while her fingers curled inside of you.

"Oh my god!"

The noise that came out of your mouth felt foreign. You were a mess, something between moaning and crying when Tate hit that sweet, sweet spot inside of you. All attempts to compose yourself went out the window and you could feel yourself slowly losing control of your body.

Such a no-brainer to Tate was a mindblowing act for someone else. Maybe she just came across an abundance of women in her life that have never been fully satiated in the bedroom, but the mouth on clit while fingering combo never failed her. The amount of women who've told her she's the first and only person to make them squirt was in the tens. Tate was shocked at first, but learned to wield her power whenever there was some she really wanted. This situation was odd enough, so she spared you of showing you the full weight of her on-slaught, but even this was a lot to handle for you. She wanted your friend to remain intact at the end of the day.

"C'mon, Y/n, cum for me baby."

Her voice was sweet yet demanding. Her words, her fingers, and her lips coaxed an orgasm out of you. White-hot pleasure consumed you as your body tensed up. No matter how much your hips bucked or you trembled, Tate kept herself attached your cunt. The feeling of your walls pulsing around her is something she will never forget. You were a wet, hazy mess falling apart for her. Your body felt heavier as you sunk into the bed, breathing heavy and seeing stars.

"Oh shit baby."

You look up through half-closed eyes to see Tate hovering of you. She looks down at you, spit on your swollen lips and tears in your eyes, and she can't help but smile. She wipes the mess that's all over her lips, your mess, before leaning down to kiss your forehead. It was more intimate than you were expecting.