The Best Friends (F/F) - Sex Stories

The Best Friends (F/F)

... said, “Can we fix it?”

She shook her head, dumping the dress on the ground and sitting on the edge of her bed. Then, suddenly, she got a little smirk on her face.

“You could let me… borrow your dress,” she said, eying my dress off. I felt butterflies in my stomach.

“I uh… I only brought one as well,” I said meekly.

Kayla made a show of stretching her long leg out, ever so slowly flexing her foot, her eyes sparkling as she watched my gaze fall from her face, down her lovely leg, settling on her foot. She wiggled her toes.

“What do you say, Michelle? Will you lend me your dress?”

I could sense her anticipation. She was thinking about my weird behaviour at the pool - and she was testing me. She knew it was important to me to always look great when we went out. If I’d surrender my dress to her, who knows what else I might be willing to do?

She wiggled her foot, lowering her voice to a whisper.

“Bring me your dress, Michelle.”

And like some hypnotised idiot, I rose from my bed, walking slowly toward the hanging dress, fetching it, bringing it to her. With the cutest little smile, she nodded at her feet. I’d be helping her into my dress.

It was all too much, bending down, working my dress up her legs, my face too close to her flawless body, hands grazing her legs… her waist… as I dressed her.

“My orange heels are right over there. Fetch them, please.” She pointed her finger towards the shoes and stretched one foot a little.

And so there I was, ...

... for the second time in an hour, kneeling before my BFF, a pair of shoes in hand. My hand shook, body trembling as I helped her pretty foot into the first heel. And as I slid the second one onto her foot, I noticed Kayla looking down at me with sheer delight.

After a couple of moments, she put both feet on the ground, legs parted, me there on my knees, staring right between her thighs. She slowly crossed her legs, cutting off my view of her black panties.

“You look all hot and bothered, Michelle,” she giggled. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll pick you something to wear for tonight.” And before I could react, she slightly pushed my forehead with the toe of her shoe and stood up.

I nodded, quickly getting up and scurrying off to the bathroom. I stood there under the water, breathing heavily. Kayla was onto me - there was no doubt about that. I needed to come up with an excuse that explained my behaviour… but none came to me. How do you explain suddenly submitting to your best friend??

When I emerged from the bathroom in my purple bra and panties, Kayla had my outfit ready.

“Are you serious?” I asked. She shrugged.

“It’s the best I could find since you don’t have a dress and you can’t wear beachwear to dinner. Besides, you know you look great in anything. It’ll be fine.”

And so there I was, standing in front of the mirror in my loose-fitted jeans I’d worn for the three-hour drive to our getaway location and a simple white t-shirt - certainly not my ...