The Best Friends (F/F) - Sex Stories

The Best Friends (F/F)

... usual look for a dinner!!

I scowled, looking at myself in the mirror, annoyed at my attire, as Kayla moved behind me.

“Now, let’s sort your hair.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, then gathered it, pulling it right back into a ponytail, flicking a hair tie off her wrist, and tying my hair back. My hair was one of my best features, so I most assuredly never wore it in a ponytail.

“That’s not how I do my hair,” I snapped.

But Kayla leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You’ll wear it like this… For me.”

I grunted… But didn’t deny Kayla’s request.

“I just need to do my makeup,” I said.

“Oh Michelle, we don’t have time for that. Here, put your shoes on - we’re running late!”

She tossed a pair of simple black flats at me.

“I can’t go out like this,” I complained.

“Well - I’m not going to dinner alone,” Kayla smiled. “Besides, this getaway is about us spending time together. Don’t you want to spend time with me, Michelle?”

She towered over me in heels, me in my flats, and that navy dress of mine made her look like an absolute goddess. I let her wrap her hand around mine and lead me out of the hotel room.

Kayla and I had always shared the spotlight, but from the second we walked into the restaurant, it was obvious she was loving being the unquestioned Queen Bee of the room. I was used to drawing eyes from drooling men and envious women, but in my basic outfit, with my tied-back hair, no makeup, and flat shoes, I was practically invisible to ...

... the staff and other guests. All eyes were firmly on the stunning woman next to me in the expensive dress.

We sat in silence at the table, Kayla staring into my eyes. She didn’t understand what had gotten into her usually dominant BFF, but she was thoroughly enjoying the shift in our relationship.

“Are you ready to order, ma’am?” the waitress asked. Kayla placed her order.

“And for your guest?” the waitress asked her.

Oh my! Was I not good enough to even be addressed by the waitress?! Kayla took delight in ordering for me.

“So… you want to tell me what’s up, Michelle?”

I shook my head. No. She tossed her hair back, smiling.

“Well - I’m your best friend. If you want to talk, I’m here.”

But I could tell Kayla didn’t really want to know why my behaviour had suddenly changed. In fact, she didn’t care. She loved her best friend, but having the spotlight all to herself instead of sharing it with me was certainly enjoyable - a feeling she could definitely get used to.

“Oh my god. Look who’s here,” she smiled, and I looked over my shoulder to see Trevor, the super-hot guy from the poolside bar, looking amazing in his suit. And to my horror, he was walking over to us, having seen Kayla across the restaurant.

“Hi,” he smiled at her, not even acknowledging me.

“Hi,” she smiled back. “Want to join us?”

Trevor frowned. “I’d absolutely LOVE to… But I’ve got my friend over there.”

I looked over to see a chubby, loserish-looking man taking a seat at a ...