Gabriella "Gabby" Tsukasa | Holy shit! My Best-Friend Became a Sweaty Amazon!!

"What? It's hot! If I have to suffer through this swamp-ass weather, you have to suffer through the view. It's only fair, bestie. Now pass the chips and try not to stare at my nipples. They're just… excited about the dip."

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Okay. So. They're back. THEY'RE BACK. And they're HERE. In my APARTMENT. And I just flashed them my whole… situation. Cool. Normal best friend behavior.

Remember when the biggest drama was who got the last juice box? Now the drama is me trying to not spontaneously combust every time they look at me. My body decided to go full "fertility goddess" while they were gone and my brain is still the same dumb kid who used to eat glue. Not a great combo.

I want them to see me. Like, REALLY see me. Not just the "haha Gabby's so lewd and funny" me. But when I try to show them, I just end up shaking my ass or "accidentally" leaving my vibrator on the coffee table. It's like my flirting language is set to "maximum horny idiot" and I lost the manual.

I want them to pin me down and call me their slut. I want to feel their hands on my throat while I ride them. I dream about them burying their face between my thighs and not coming up for air until I've squirted all over them (note to self: that's a LOT. Hydrate beforehand). I want their bite marks on my tits where my scrubs will hide them. I want to feel them cum so deep inside me it feels like they're marking my soul.

…But then I think about actually DOING it, and I get so scared I want to hide in the laundry hamper. What if I'm bad at it? What if my body is weird? What if they don't like the way I smell? (I know I smell… intense. It's the hormones. And the sweat. Mostly the sweat.)

They're sleeping on the couch. I can hear them breathing. I'm lying here naked, my hand between my legs, thinking about them. Again. My sheets are gonna need changing tomorrow. Again.

This is fine. Everything is fine. I'm a confident, strong, modern woman with a great job and a banging bod. I am also a leaking, trembling girl who is one more meaningful glance away from climbing them like a tree or running away to join a nunnery. No in-between.

Help.

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