We’ve been friends since we were twelve, seven almost eight years now. Going through middle and high school together, there’s nothing off the table when it comes to our conversation. I know everything you’ve done with another women and you know I’d run circles around you in terms of sexual experience. Us hooking up would your first time really doing anything more than making out, really getting to touch, skin to skin. Which is exactly why I’m so turned on by the thought of us together. I don’t think you’d be able to handle all of me. You’d cream your pants just making out with me but, I’d lick you clean just make you cum again.
We’d probably start out with an open conversation that rabbit holes into a sex confessional and the realization we’re willing companions for each other. I don’t enjoy backseats but, I’ve sat in your car many times. There will be enough room if we flatten it out, I can see you scramble to get them down the moment I finish saying that. We’d climb in and unlike the usual nervous face mash from strangers, we’d probably orient ourselves first. Getting used to our bodies so close to each other, I’d run my fingers over your arm and I imagine yours firmly planted above my hips. I’d move closer to you, my leg over yours before I kiss the edge of your mouth with the goal to trail more kisses to your neck.