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  “Thinking and doing are way different. Do you even know where you’re going?”

  She looked at the floor, moving her toes in her bright-orange flip-flops. “I’m putting everything in storage for a little while. I’ll stay with Mom and Dad until I figure out where I want to go. I’ve got a job offer in Chicago but that’s drastic and cold. It’s a long way from here but what do I have to stay for? I don’t have children. I don’t even have a dog. I—”

  “Have me.” Kerrington cut her off, willing her to meet her eyes again as she closed the distance between them.

  She blinked up at her and Kerrington could tell she wanted to back away but thankfully she stayed. “But I don’t, not enough of you, and I never will.”

  “Wrong.” She didn’t stop, she met her toe-to-toe, taking her face in her palms.

  Danielle sucked in a shocked breath, her lips forming a tiny O.

  “You have all of me. You always have.” Kerrington didn’t make her wait, nor did she give her time to protest. She kissed her sweet mouth, tilting her head, slipping her tongue inside. Her skin was so soft beneath her fingertips, and her taste…addictive.

  Danielle latched on to her wrists with a whimper but Kerrington wouldn’t let her pull back. “I need this and I need you. Your friendship, your guidance, and hopefully your love.” Kerrington spoke as if the space they stood in was holy ground, punctuating each statement with a kiss. “Please don’t go. Don’t leave me now.”

  Somewhere Danielle started kissing her back, nibbling at her lips, tasting her. She was just as starved as Kerrington felt.

  They tilted their heads, sharing a moment Kerrington would never forget because it was the first kiss she poured all of herself into. There was no reservation, no hesitation or misgivings. Certainly no regret as she sipped at Danielle’s lips, nipping along her jaw to lick at her earlobe. Danielle moaned, drawing her closer as she circled Kerrington’s hips with her hands. She cupped her rear and Kerrington’s pelvis jerked seemingly on its own.

  “I want to touch you,” Kerrington admitted. “I want to feel every inch of you, naked, beneath me, over me, beside me.”

  Indecision weighted heavy on Danielle’s face and Kerrington soothed it away.

  “Please,” Kerrington pleaded as she kissed her throat, drawing the V of her T-shirt aside to kiss her collarbone, licking her skin.

  “Don’t stop. I know I’ll regret this later but I’ve loved you for so long I can’t say no.”

  Kerrington wanted to stop. She knew she should and they should talk, and she had so much to tell her about the session she’d had with Dr. Mack.

  But…

  Good intentions flew out the window as Danielle began undressing. She revealed her belly, one tanned inch at a time as she tugged her shirt over her head. Kerrington felt like a kid at Christmas.

  She attacked the button on Danielle’s shorts to release it, sliding the zipper down, letting the material fall to the ground along with her panties. Danielle stepped out of them as she worked at the clasp of her bra while walking toward the couch. She unhooked it, slipping it from each of her arms looking like a Burlesque dancer, titillating with the sexy sway of her hips.

  Before she could get to the front of the couch Kerrington grabbed her, bending her, face-first, over the edge of the big black armrest on the side.

  The slap of her palms on the material was punctuated by, “What are you… Mmm…” Her moan as Kerrington cupped her sex made Kerrington feel like Superwoman.

  Danielle’s naked pussy made her salivate. The fact that she could touch it, rub her hands all over it and taste it… “I’ve got to taste you,” Kerrington admitted on a sexy groan. She hit her knees behind Danielle, pulling her cheeks apart. The sight of the wetness coating the lips of her sex, and watching her tiny asshole pucker in anticipation almost made her come right then. “You’re so pretty.”

  It was such an understatement but it felt like a prayer to finally get to speak it out loud.

  She leaned toward her, tightening the grip she had on her ass, and Danielle arched back, seeking Kerrington’s touch where she needed it the most.

  Kerrington closed her eyes on the first taste of her clit. She sucked it in her mouth, stretching the cheeks of Danielle’s ass so she’d feel the tightness in her pussy and her ass as well.

  “Oh, God, I’m not gonna last. Please…”

  Kerrington had never felt more powerful, and peaceful, and happy than in the time it took for her best friend to utter that last syllable.

  “I want to make you come. I want to hear it.” She almost let her inexperience get the best of her. Instead of fumbling on how to pleasure Danielle, she did what she would have liked and treated Danielle’s body as the beautiful piece of art it was.

  She ran her thumb along the lips of her sex, coating her slim digit in Danielle’s silky wetness. “You’re so wet.” She dipped the tip of her thumb into Danielle’s pussy and Danielle jerked with a groan of pleasure.

  “I’m always…wet…for…you.”

  Kerrington worked a thumb inside her core and Danielle’s breath caught on every shallow thrust. She grabbed a handful of Danielle’s ass, pulling it, stretching it so she could lean forward to suck her clit again. But this time she bit down, trapping the sensitive nubbin between her teeth and flicked the thousands of nerve endings attached to every pleasure center in her body.

  That was all it took.

  Danielle groaned, cutting off the sound as it grew louder, burying her face in the couch cushion while she came. Her entire lower body twitched in time with the contractions of her pussy and Kerrington stayed on her knees, lapping up her sweet juice.

  She pushed her hips back several times and Kerrington released her clit but kept thumb-fucking her pussy. She wanted fingers in her too. She replaced her thumb with two fingers, loving the way Danielle’s pussy stretched around the invasion, taking all the pressure and deep penetration she could while rocking her hips on each thrust. The sounds she made couldn’t have made Kerrington any wetter. Moisture soaked Kerrington’s panties and—

  Between one heartbeat and the next Danielle was gone, scrambling off the arm of the couch, moving sideways out of Kerrington’s grasp.

  “What the hell was I thinking? I should have my fucking head examined.” She continued to mumble to herself as she pulled on her panties and bra. “You have to go, Kerrington. I can’t do this.”

  Kerrington stood, a little dumbstruck by the abrupt shift of energy, not to mention the taste of Danielle’s pussy still laced her tongue with sweetness. Danielle grabbed her elbow, shoving her almost to the door before Kerrington became aware enough to put the brakes on. She slammed the front door before Danielle could get her through it, then swiftly maneuvered around until she had her sandwiched between herself and the door.

  Danielle opened her mouth to speak but Kerrington cut her off before she could start with all the reasons she needed her to go. “I went to go see Dr. Mack today.”

  Danielle’s brows lifted for a second and then she shook her head. Kerrington cut her off again. “I love you but you need to shut up now.”

  “But—”

  “I need you to listen. If you still want me to go after that, then I will. I won’t like it but I will.”

  Danielle blinked, almost at a loss for words. “But—”

  Kerrington kissed her again. It lasted a few seconds or a few minutes or hours, she didn’t know how long, but it was long enough they both breathed heavily afterward. Danielle’s head thudded against the hardwood of the door and she shivered when Kerrington ran her fingers over her lips. “You’ve got cherry ChapStick on. And I liked it.”

  Danielle smiled, licking her lip and the tip of one of Kerrington’s fingers. Then she closed her eyes, turning her head away, trying to hide tears.

  “Please don’t cry. Please. It rips me apart when you cry.”

  She swiped below her eyes, shaking her head “I never learn with you. I’m so fucking stupid. I never should have
let it happen. Now I’ll have the feel of you following me into my dreams too. As if the past few days with just your kiss weren’t bad enough.”

  “Hello, I was here too. Hell, I instigated it. Why are you mad? Oh God, did you not want this? Or me. You didn’t want me?” Kerrington’s voice trailed off, unable to say anything else.

  “Are you blind? I’ve wanted you for years and years and I was apparently too much of a masochist to just cut ties and walk away. I’m a lesbian and I love women. I love making love to women. They’re soft and smooth and kissable and give great girl cuddles. But you’re even better than that, though I shouldn’t have to tell you why. You’re my best friend and I’ve ached to be with you for years but you wouldn’t acknowledge it, us…that we could be together. Good—no, great together.”

  “I am now—at least I’m trying to, if you wouldn’t keep butting in.”

  “Butting in? Jesus.” She crossed her arms, plumping her breasts in the satin demi-bra she wore.

  Kerrington had a hard time keeping the focus on her face, and she finally understood why guys reacted so much like cavemen when they were around a beautiful set of tits like Danielle’s.

  “I went to Dr. Mack’s office today to quit smoking…” Kerrington paused, getting hit with an eighteen-wheeler-sized craving for a cigarette. She closed her eyes and breathed in deep, holding the fragrance of Danielle’s naked skin and sweet pussy juice inside her nose. She drew it into her lungs, holding it just like she had the cigarette.

  It was as if she’d sucked on a tailpipe-size cigarette. Her lips tingled, her spine rolled and she licked Danielle’s collarbone because she couldn’t help herself.

  “Did it, uhh…work?” Danielle asked as she uncrossed her arms, latching on to Kerrington’s hips pressed up against her pelvis. They rocked slowly together, enjoying the simple touch of their bodies so close.

  “I haven’t smoked in several hours, haven’t wanted one at all.”

  “That’s… Mmm…great.”

  “It was good but it wasn’t the best part.”

  “Which was?” she asked as her head lolled back and whapped the door.

  “You’re the reason I started smoking.”

  Danielle froze, then shoved out of her embrace. “You’ve got to be shitting me if you think I’m going to take the blame for—”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  Danielle paced in front of her with her hands on her hips, shaking her money-maker on each pass.

  “You’re the reason I started and also the reason that I quit. I never said you were to blame. If I would have been honest with my feelings back then instead of trying to self-medicate, who knows where we could be right now. What we could have accomplished together.”

  “I’m not following you at all. What does this have to do with our friendship?” The last word came out as if it tasted like week-old Brussels sprouts.

  “Not that, though I want to be friends with you. I want to be…” Now or never. She sucked in a breath and let it out. “Lovers.”

  Danielle immediately shook her head. “I won’t hide, Kerrington. I won’t belittle what we could have by hiding in the closet with you. I can’t do it.”

  “You don’t have to.”

  She rolled her eyes, planting herself right in front of Kerrington with her hands notched on her hips defiantly. “So if I wanted to parade outside in my bra and panties and kiss you at the mailbox for all the nosy neighbors to see, you’d be fine with that?”

  “Yes.”

  Silence.

  Who knew a simple three-letter word could hush her best friend so effectively? She would have tried it sooner if the outcome would have been clearer. She closed the short distance between them but refrained from reaching for her again.

  “You are the other half of the person I’ve always wanted to be. You make me laugh and you get me for who I am, not someone else’s perception of me. If wanting you is wrong then I don’t want to be right. You make my insides quiver each time I see you.” She glanced at her body again quickly, trying not to get too distracted. “You make me want to do very, very dirty things to you.”

  “Ditto,” Danielle admitted guardedly.

  “All I’m asking for is a chance to prove it.”

  Danielle scowled again. “To prove what?”

  “That I want to be intimate with you, that I would be proud to be with you, in private and in public. So let’s go.” Kerrington snatched Danielle’s wrist, pulling her toward the door. “I’m sure there’s someone outside we can get naked in front of and…you know.”

  She tried to open the door but Danielle shoved it closed, laughing, making the wiping motion with her hands. “Okay, okay you win, you’re serious. Uncle.” Her merriment was infectious and she tugged Kerrington into her arms, holding her close. “I’ve really missed you this last week and a half. I don’t want to move but I don’t want to stay here either.”

  Kerrington had something in mind but she didn’t want to push her too hard too fast, so she remained silent.

  “Hey,” Danielle exclaimed, “is this our first real fight?”

  “Umm…yeah, I guess so. I don’t ever really remember us fighting when we were younger or in the last few years.”

  “You know what that means right?”

  “What?”

  “Makeup sex.”

  Kerrington froze, inadvertently squeezing her tight before she relaxed and moved back far enough to look at her face.

  “I want you, Kerrington. I want you in my bed, here, in this apartment where we’ve laughed and cried and grown up. If it’s too fast then I’ll understand, I guess, but I want to love you. With no interruptions and no deadlines or fear that you’ll—”

  “I won’t run. I won’t leave you again. I’m here and I want this.”

  Danielle’s smile could have outshined the glow from Times Square in New York. She flipped the lock on the door, then took Kerrington’s hand and drew her through the apartment toward her bedroom.

  Nerves skated up Kerrington’s spine but for once it was for all the right reasons.

  Danielle closed the door, ushering her over to stand next to the bed. The rest of the room looked like it had all been packed up.

  She didn’t hesitate, removing Kerrington’s T-shirt, yanking it over her head as Kerrington kicked off her flip-flops. Danielle slowed when she had warm skin exposed. She touched her arms, her stomach, running her fingers along her back and up her spine.

  The straps of her bra slipped from her shoulders and Danielle undid the front clasp, revealing her nipples. They sucked up tight from the cool air along with anticipation.

  “Oh my God, you got your nipples pierced. How could you not tell me that?”

  Kerrington looked at her, expecting to see hurt in her best friend’s face, but pure lust greeted her as Danielle leaned over, flicking one and then the other with her tongue.

  She tugged them with her teeth, making Kerrington twitch. “Damn that’s hell for sexy.”

  “I didn’t mean to keep it from you but I already wanted you so badly. I knew you would have wanted to see them and I couldn’t have controlled myself if my tits were out in the open around you.”

  Danielle shoved the yoga pants from her hips, pushing her panties off with them, and helped Kerrington step free.

  She had a hard time focusing and Danielle had to prompt her for more information.

  “Where’d you get them done? They’re beautiful.”

  “A few months ago, at a place called Inkfluence. Scott, the owner, had his boyfriend do them. It was scary, hurt like hell, but I love them.”

  “That makes two of us.” Danielle shed her bra and panties again, adding them to the pile of Kerrington’s clothes already on the floor. “I want to lick every inch of you.”

  Kerrington smiled, loving that despite all of their ups and downs, Danielle could still be so open with her desire for her. She always felt special with her and Kerrington wanted her to finally feel the same.


  “Which inch would you like to start with?” Kerrington sat on the edge of the bed, scooting back until she lay with her head on Danielle’s pillow. Her delicious fragrance met her nose and she moaned.

  Danielle eyed her, then climbed on the end of the bed, moving Kerrington’s thighs apart until there was enough space for her between them. She didn’t hesitate, didn’t play around with her. The look of lust in her eyes was enough foreplay to last Kerrington for months.

  She latched on to her clit, seizing it with enough force Kerrington’s eyes rolled back in her head.

  “Your pussy’s bare, Kerrington. I love a shaved pussy. Nothing to get in the way of…where…I…want…to…lick.”

  Kerrington opened her mouth but nothing but a pant came out. Her hips wouldn’t stay still as she tried to humpingly tell her where she wanted her tongue. “Waxed.”

  “Huh?” Danielle asked between licks. “What did you say?”

  Kerrington latched on to the sheets beneath her, trying to keep from grabbing Danielle’s hair to ride her face. “I had it waxed.” Silence followed, punctuated by several gasps from her.

  “For me?” Danielle finally wanted to know.

  Kerrington had never been so glad for a spa day in all her life. “Yes, for you. I think I’ve known for a while this was coming. Even before I went to see Dr. Mack— Oh, Jesus.”

  Slim, slick, delicate fingers slid inside Kerrington’s sex. Danielle didn’t jab them in, fucking her to completion in 2.7 seconds. It was a journey, an exploration Kerrington never thought she’d be able to take. She thanked her lucky stars for each fork in the road that had led her to her best friend’s bedroom.

  “Your clit’s not pierced. Have you ever thought of going back and having them do it?”

  Kerrington’s eyelids fluttered as she forced them open. Seeing Danielle between her legs, her lips moist from the wetness of her cunt…her pussy clamped down on Danielle’s invading fingers, eliciting a smile from them both.

  She cleared her throat, trying hard to focus. “No. I just really wanted my nipples done. They hadn’t ever been all that sensitive and I’d hoped they would get better.”