I Let My Best Friend Touch Me While I cried over my ex, and
I Let My Best Friend Eat My p***y And Call Me Her Dirty Little Slut
I stay curled up on the couch in my small apartment with my eyes still swollen from all the crying when I hear the knock at the door.
“Eden? Open up, it’s me.”
Mia’s voice reaches me through the wood. She has been my best friend since college, the only person I reached out to at 2 a.m. after I caught my boyfriend inside another girl. I pull myself up and walk to the door wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, mascara still streaked down my cheeks.
She steps inside and her familiar vanilla scent wraps around me. Her eyes soften the moment she sees my face. “Oh baby… come here.”
I fall straight into her arms. She holds me close, one hand rubbing
