Bestie

My heart felt torn open when my boyfriend left. Tears flooded out as I called my best friend and sobbed out my pain. She sounded heartbroken and said at once, “I’m coming right now.” She pushed the door open and pulled me straight into her warm embrace. “Don’t cry. I’m here.” I pressed my cheek against her chest and felt the familiar rhythm of her heartbeat. She gently kissed my tears away, her hand slowly gliding over my body, turning comfort into something deeper and more sensual. Finally, on the bed, we held each other tightly. With her skillful fingertips and warm lips and tongue, she awakened every quiet part of me. The climax swept through me like a storm, washing away the bitterness of the breakup and leaving only the closeness and solace my best friend gave me.