Best Friends Forever?

Alison and Jade used to finish each other's sentences. Now life keeps getting in the way, and Jade's buried under pompoms and sore muscles. When Jade says she's free after practice, Alison hunts up a how-to massage video like it's a gold mine. She figures it'll be good practice for the sports-med degree she wants and a solid excuse to hang out. Jade steps in a couple days later, peels off her clothes without a second thought, and lies face-down on the bed. Alison's hands hover for a second—Jade's curves are suddenly impossible to ignore. Toned legs, full natural tits, that deep brunet ponytail brushing the sheets. Alison swallows hard and starts rubbing, telling herself it's purely for friendship. Every glide of her palms over Jade's back only makes the heat between them worse. Soon she's cupping those tits, thumbs flicking hard nipples, and Jade looks back with a wicked little smirk. She rolls over, drags Alison down by the chin, and kisses her like she's been waiting months. "Me too," Jade murmurs against her mouth, guiding Alison's hand between her thighs. Clothes hit the floor. They swap places—Jade's mouth on Alison's tits, then her tongue flicking her clit while Alison rocks her hips and groans. They end up tangled in a sixty-nine, Jade's big breasts pressed to Alison's belly while they both lick like they can't get enough. When they line up to grind, thighs slick, tits bouncing, the friction pushes them right over. Gasping, laughing, holding tight, they know whatever else changes, they've got this.