The Best Friends (F/F) - Sex Stories

The Best Friends (F/F)

Kayla lifted her hand into the air, snapping her fingers. One of the resort’s waitresses scurrying over to us.

“Another round, ladies?” she asked, taking our cocktail glasses and heading off to refill them.

Kayla and I were tanning ourselves by the hotel pool, enjoying our yearly girl’s getaway that had become a tradition. Our annual holiday had begun seven years ago, after I had saved my BFF from a disaster.

We’d been friends since college, Queens of the campus, the other girls completely intimidated by us, every boy wanting to be with us. But when we’d graduated, Kayla found herself working at a firm for a horrible old woman, while I worked for a man who practically kissed my feet the second I walked into his office for an interview.

I rose to the top of the company in no time, while Kayla was forced to pay her dues, working in the dusty old mailroom for the wicked old witch. I hated seeing my best friend so frustrated at not being able to progress her career. She was incredibly talented and deserved better. So I ended up using my trust fund to buy the woman’s business, handing control over to Kayla. It’d taken nearly a third of the whole fund, but I didn’t hesitate much, as, unlike me, my best friend so desperately needed this money at the time.

She’d been eternally grateful for my gesture, organising the holiday that would become our annual tradition.

“I can’t believe you’d spend all that money to kick-start my career!” she’d said at the time as we ...

... hugged.

“Of course. You’re my best friend! I hated seeing you working in that bitch’s mail room!”

Kayla’s career had really taken off since that day - in fact - Kayla had become maybe even more successful and wealthy than me! Surprisingly, she’d never bothered to mention when she’s going to pay my money back and I’d started thinking she’s not going to do that at all… But this fact didn’t seem important enough to raise and potentially spoil our perfect friendship.

I wasn’t sure, but I kept persuading myself, “Maybe she just needs a bit more time.”

“Like seven years isn’t enough,” was my rational part’s response. It also told me that my silent agreement with her basically embezzling my money is for another reason… My hidden submissiveness.

It’d been with me for a long time and I didn’t even remember when it appeared. I wasn’t sure of what nature it was, but I WAS sure I didn’t ever want someone to find out about it! Quite the opposite, since school I liked being popular and bitchy, so I’d been doing my best to hide it as deep inside as possible. But you can’t just suppress what’s a part of yourself, it needs to be relieved from time to time. Anonymous blogging where I shared my fantasies became my way for such relief.

Anyway, this little secret didn’t bother me much and when it did, I knew how to deal with it. I had too incredible life to put it under the risk and now I was going to enjoy it to the fullest with my best friend. And here we were - as always, the two ...