A New short by Killer

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I currently don’t have a title but please enjoy friends. 😊

She had known her friend for nearly eight years. College roommates turned long distance best friends who still texted almost daily. When her friend moved across the country last spring to be with her new boyfriend, the distance stung, but they promised to keep their traditions alive. Mardi Gras felt like the perfect excuse. Her friend would fly in, stay the whole weekend at her cozy New Orleans apartment, drink too many hurricanes, and relive their wilder days.
The visit exceeded every expectation. They laughed until their sides ached, danced in crowded bars, ate beignets at 3 a.m., and collapsed into easy, familiar comfort. By Sunday night, the last night, she was pleasantly buzzed and emotionally full. She excused herself early, claiming exhaustion, and slipped into her bedroom, leaving the couple on the living-room couch with the TV murmuring low.
She must have dozed off for a while. A soft thud and a muffled laugh pulled her awake. Then came the unmistakable rhythm: skin meeting skin, breath catching, a low feminine moan that she recognized instantly as her friend’s.
Curiosity (and something hotter, more unfamiliar) drew her out of bed. Barefoot, she padded down the short hallway and paused at the living-room doorway.
They hadn’t bothered with the bedroom. Her friend was stretched out on the plush rug, legs wrapped high around her boyfriend’s waist, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He moved above her with steady, deep thrusts, each one drawing a slick, needy sound from her body. Sweat glistened on both of them; her friend’s breasts swayed with the motion, nipples tight and dark. Her boyfriend’s thick cock (visibly stretching her open with every withdrawal and plunge) gleamed wetly in the lamplight. Her friend’s head tipped back, mouth open in silent ecstasy, hips rising to meet him like she couldn’t get enough.
She stood frozen. She had never once looked at her friend with desire, never imagined her like this: flushed, shameless, utterly lost in pleasure. Yet now the sight sent a sharp, liquid heat pooling low in her belly. Her clit throbbed in time with her friend’s gasps.
Instead of retreating, she stepped fully into the room. Neither of them noticed at first. Quietly, deliberately, she ***led off her sleep tank and shorts, letting them fall. Naked, skin prickling in the warm air, she crossed to the wide armchair in the corner, sank into it, and spread her thighs.
Only then did her friend’s eyes flutter open. She froze for half a heartbeat, pupils blown wide, lips parted. He slowed but didn’t stop, glancing over his shoulder. Recognition dawned, followed by something darker, hungrier.
She held her friend’s gaze and slid two fingers down to her swollen clit, circling slowly. “Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please.”
Her friend’s expression melted into a dazed, wicked smile. She tightened her legs around him and arched harder, voice husky. “You heard us… you’re watching.”
She nodded, breath hitching as she rubbed faster. “I couldn’t look away.”
He groaned low in his throat and picked up his pace again, driving deeper, making her cry out. The wet sounds of their bodies filled the room, obscene and intoxicating. She matched their rhythm, fingers slipping inside herself now, then back to her clit, slick and desperate. She watched every detail, the way her friend’s inner lips clung to his shaft, the flex of his ass with each thrust, the tremor that started in her friend’s thighs and worked upward.
Her friend reached down suddenly, rubbing her own clit in frantic circles while he fucked her harder. “Fuck, I’m close.”
Her own orgasm was building like a wave she couldn’t outrun. “Me too,” she gasped. “Come with me, both of you. He buried himself to the hilt with a guttural sound, hips stuttering. Her friend’s back bowed off the rug, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her pussy clenched visibly around him, milking every pulse. At the same moment her fingers pressed hard against her clit and rubbed in tight, relentless circles—pleasure snapped through her like lightning. She came with a sharp, shuddering cry, thighs shaking, watching through half lidded eyes as he groaned and emptied deep inside her friend, their bodies locked together in the final throes.
For long seconds the only sounds were ragged breathing and the faint wet slide as he finally eased out, a thick trickle of cum following. Her friend lay boneless, chest heaving, a blissful smile curving her lips. She slumped back in the chair, fingers still resting against her pulsing clit, legs trembling.
No one spoke right away.
Then her friend lifted her head, met her eyes again, and laughed softly, delighted, conspiratorial.
“Next year,” she murmured, voice wrecked, “you’re not sleeping in the other room.”
She smiled, still catching her breath.
“Deal.”

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