A Bet Between Friends

Charlotte and Lily are in Lily’s bedroom. Charlotte asks how the bet went and Lily looks down—she lost. Charlotte smacks her with the pillow, laughing, asking if she’d even planned to confess. Lily says she was embarrassed; she couldn’t go two weeks without a guy. Charlotte smirks. Was it worth it? Lily giggles, says no, the dude ignored her all night. Charlotte leans in: did he at least get his dick sucked? “Ewww, no,” Lily shoots back. Charlotte shrugs; a bet’s a bet, Lily still owes her a massage. Lily begs for one more chance, but Charlotte won’t budge. Fine, Lily gives in. Charlotte faces away, moaning while Lily’s hands work her back. She gloats about being the winner. Lily tells her to shut up, but keeps rubbing. Then Charlotte wonders out loud how any guy could ignore Lily. Boys are idiots. She glances over her shoulder, teasing that there’s an easy fix for all that male bullshit. Lily bites: what, become a virgin for life? Charlotte says no—just stop messing with boys and start messing with girls. Lily blinks, says she’s never thought about that. Charlotte lists the perks: women notice details, they’re soft, they know what a woman wants. Lily’s curious but nervous—it’s all new. She pauses. Wait—did Charlotte stay away from guys by hooking up with girls? Charlotte admits she’s barely into boys at all; the bet was cake for her. Lily’s stunned. Charlotte turns, tells her she doesn’t have to say anything. Her fingers slide up Lily’s bare thighs—best friends can try new things together. Lily asks what kind of things. Charlotte leans close, whispers “fun things girls do,” then kisses her. Lily kisses back, heat building fast. Charlotte peels off Lily’s top, sucks her hard nipples. Shorts follow. Lily’s breath catches as Charlotte spreads her smooth pussy and lowers her mouth. She’s just getting started, and Lily’s already forgetting every clueless guy she ever wasted time on.