🍬 Ashley — I love getting nasty with my lesbian bFF 🍬
The summer air was thick and sweet in Ashley’s bedroom, carrying the scent of night-blooming jasmine. A secret passed from Maya’s lips to Ashley’s ear, a whisper of warm breath that sent a shiver down her spine. This was their favorite game, the one they played long after the lights were out. Their laughter would fade, replaced by a charged silence that was far more exciting. Maya’s fingers, usually doodling on a notebook, were now tracing lazy circles on Ashley’s bare forearm. Each pass was a question, and Ashley’s skin answered with a wave of heat. She loved this edge—the one they balanced on, teetering between best friendship and something deeper, something thrillingly forbidden. At eighteen, every boundary felt meant to be tested, especially with Maya. “You’re thinking about it,” Maya murmured, her voice a low hum. She wasn’t wrong. Ashley’s heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat in the quiet room. Maya leaned closer, her dark eyes holding Ashley’s in the dim moonlight filtering through the window. Her hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the hem of Ashley’s t-shirt. The touch was light, almost hesitant, but it set every nerve ending alight. Ashley didn’t pull away. Instead, she met Maya’s gaze, a silent ‘yes’ passing between them. The night was young, and their game was just getting started. This was their delicious, perfect secret, one she never wanted to stop sharing.