DESCRIPTION
She said it would be just once.
Just one kiss.
Just a taste.
But I still feel her fingers inside me.
I still smell her hair on my thighs.
And I’m still sore from the second time.
Because best friends…
don’t usually ride you until your legs shake and your voice is gone.
She whispered “oops” into my mouth,
then sat back down on my face.
And honestly?
I didn’t want to breathe anyway.