My Best Friend

by Holo Lawrence

She is my best friend. Maybe that is what make this so hard. Being around her is absolute torture! She is so beautiful in such a strange way. Something about her draws me in every time. It wasn't always like this. In the beginning, we were just friends. She offered to help me with my Spanish and I provided a much needed escape from her house. Now... Now I don't know. She is still my best friend, but it is different. When we are apart, I am usually fine. The second she gets near though my mind starts racing. She smiles at me and I melt. She laughs and my heart races. She touches me and my skin burns. Even though we are both happily married, I can't stop myself from thinking what it would be like to be with her. What is the worst are the fantasies. All night and halfway through the day, all I can do is picture her wanting me, begging for me, loving me. I wonder what her lips feel like. what her breast would taste like. What her pussy would smell like with my tounge burried deep inside. Thinking about it makes me so deperate for her. I long to press myself against her and feel the rise and fall of her chest as she breathes. I dream of hearing her moan with pleasure screaming for to never stop loving her. I silently wonder what she would do if one day I just pulled her in and kissed her. Would she push me away? Or would she give in to the kiss? But it is just a stupid fantasy. She would never want to be with a girl like me.

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