Sister’s best friend caught me laying in her bed
Title: ” ruolo di una notte ”
The room was dimly lit, the only sound the gentle hum of the air conditioner and the soft snores of my best friend Emma, sleeping soundly in the bed beside me. I laid on my back, staring up at the ceiling as I tried to calm my racing heart. What had I done? How could I have let myself get into this situation?
It all started as a usual sleepover at Emma’s house. We had been best friends since childhood, and these nights were a norm in which we’d gossip, giggle, and catch up on the latest in our lives. This particular evening, however, I felt an unfamiliar tension between us. Maybe it was the way Emma kept “accidentally” brushing her arm against mine, or the way she would catch my gaze and quickly glance away with a shy smile. I tried to convince myself I was imagining things, that it was simply the couple of glasses of wine we had shared that were making my hormones run wild. But deep down, I knew.
As we finally retired to her bedroom for the night, the mood felt heavy with unspoken desire. Emma slipped into her bed, the thin t-shirt she wore doing little to hide the curves of her body. I tried to focus on my phone screen, scrolling through social media apps mindlessly as I willed myself not to look at her. It was futile. I couldn’t ignore the way her hair fanned out across her pillow or how her breasts rose and fell with each breath she took.
Finally, I felt my willpower snap. I turned to face her, and with a pounding heart, I reached out a tentative hand and traced the curve of her waist. Emma inhaled sharply at my touch, but she didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I moved closer to her until our bodies were pressed together.
“Is this okay?” I whispered hoarsely, my mouth mere inches from hers.
Emma nodded mutely, her eyes wide and dark with desire. That was all the encouragement I needed. I captured her lips in a searing kiss, pouring all the pent-up longing I felt into the movement. Emma responded eagerly, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me closer.
We made love slowly, savoring each touch and caress, a stark contrast to the frenzied passion we both undoubtedly felt. I mapped out the curves of Emma’s body with my hands, marveling at the smoothness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, the gentle swell of her belly. She moaned softly at my ministrations, her hips arching into mine, seeking more contact.
When I finally slid inside her, we both gasped at the intensity of the sensations. We moved together in perfect sync, our bodies learning each other’s rhythms as if they were always meant to be joined. The pleasure built slowly, then rose to a crescendo as we both tumbled into blissful release.
Now, hours later, I lay beside Emma’s prone form, my mind racing. What did this mean for our friendship? Was it ruined? Could we go back to being just friends after what we had shared tonight? I didn’t want to lose her, but I also didn’t want to go back to the way things were before. I wanted to raise my head and tell her how I truly felt.
I reached out and brushed a stray hair from her face, marveling at how peaceful she looked in sleep. In that moment, I made my decision.
Slowly, so as not to wake her, I slid out of the bed. I worked quickly and quietly, gathering up my clothes and dressing in near darkness. My movements were clum
