Be careful what you wish for – Part 1: Memories

-Kyle was such an awesome guy, she said, super caring and thoughtful.

Sophie looked away sheepishly, tucking her bleached hair behind her pierced ear, and I understood she was genuinely sorrowful. After all, she had been my best friend for years now, and decoding her facial expressions became a piece of cake, even though I wasn’t exactly used to this one. She generally didn’t want me to see her that way, but that night, she let it all out.
And for good reason : she had just gotten broken up with.

Sophie and I were friends with benefits for a good amount of time in the past. I witnessed this loud, reckless, horny teen turn into a beautiful, confident, seductive woman in her mid twenties.
That relationship stopped when she fell in love with that Kyle guy though. I didn’t want to feel envious, even though part of me was jealous to death. The thought of having the best, most skilled girl I’ve ever had in the sheets “stolen” by some unknown dude was eating me inside.
But for now, I was comforting her. I was her best friend for a reason, after all, and that was the role I played while avidly listening to her unpacking all of her feelings.

-He had less experience than me, so he was super cautious of what he did.

-How did you feel about that?, I asked.

-I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. I miss him so much, Keenan, you have no idea.

I held my arms open and she took the opportunity to snuggle against me. With a clumsy little “Let it out”, I held her tight, ready to hear anything.

-I miss his submissive side too, she said with a little smile tinted with both arousal and nostalgia.

-What do you mean?

-He had that side you didn’t have, you know, he allowed me to be dominant with him, and we both took so much pleasure in it…

-You were pretty damn dominant with me too-

She interrupted me, bolting out of my embrace, looking visibly upset:

-The world doesn’t revolve around you, Keenan. Kyle is very different from you. Him and I… We did things you and I didn’t even begin to touch.

Suddenly, my brain was flooded with a painfully pleasant wave of memories.
I saw my younger self worshipping Sophie’s pussy with my tongue while she blew her cigarette smoke in my face. I felt her wildly riding me while holding my hands tight above my head. I heard her yelling at me to shut the fuck up and pound her doggystyle, then rewarding me with the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
What kind of dominant stuff could she possibly do to this dude that she didn’t do to me? I couldn’t even begin to imagine them without it driving me crazy.

-Seriously ? I’m telling you about my failed relationship and that’s how you react ?

Her voice lifted the fog in my brain. I had no idea what the hell she was talking about or what on earth she looked so skeptical for until I realised where her beautiful hazel eyes were directed : my obviously erect penis, tightly packed in my skinny jeans. Fuck.
Sophie had that effect on me. She was the only girl who could make me so fucking mad and rock hard at the same time. That’s what I wanted to tell her, but my embarrassment took over my arousal and I instead muttered:

-I’m sorry, Soph, it’s just… I wish you had been like that with me.

-No, you don’t, she cackled. Trust me, you couldn’t handle it.

-I genuinely do. I wish you’d showed me everything you are, whether I can handle it or not, because I feel like I missed something from you!

Our eyes locked for a few seconds. For the first time in forever, I couldn’t decipher whatever was going on on Sophie’s face. She broke the agonising silence with just a sentence:

-Be careful what you wish for.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/o12be2/be_careful_what_you_wish_for_part_1_memories