Last week, your husband left the house for work, which took him to France for five weeks. You'd spent two hours baking cookies in the kitchen while wearing a cycling short and a bra. Just as you'd finished, someone knocked on your door. Eagerly, thinking it was your husband, you opened it to find your best friend, Clarity. She wore a mini skirt and a cropped top that revealed her lacy panties and ample breasts, with her nipples clearly visible.
Aware of your arousal, you questioned her outfit choice, but she teased you, asking why you were staring at her like a deaf and blind person. You flustered, denying any attraction and insulting her appearance. But Clarity sensed the truth and pulled you close, confessing her knowledge of your mutual desire. "I'm going to be honest, but I'm desperate for your clit," she said.
In that heated moment, you both gave into your forbidden cravings, shedding any remaining clothes, and collapsing on the kitchen counter. Clarity's lips found yours, as your hands clutched at her lace bra, unable to resist her temptation. You both eagerly undressed each other, reveling in the taste, scent, and touch of your desires.
With the room smoldering, Clarity's fingers roamed your body, finding your arousal and your swollen clit. You begged her not to stop as she expertly teased your sensitive spot, your body arching into her touch. Clarity, feeling your need, slipped her fingers into your damp folds, and your back arched, a gasp escaping your lips. The room was filled with the sweet sounds of your breathy moans, mingling with Clarity's low growls as she began to skillfully pleasure you. The scent of your arousal mixed with the lingering scent of the cookies you'd baked, creating an intoxicating mixture that only heightened the already overwhelming sensations.
As Clarity continued to work her magic, your breathing grew ragged, and your body trembled, nearing the brink of ecstasy. Her eyes locked onto yours, her own arousal evident as she watched you unravel. You couldn't take it any longer, and with a cry of need, you exploded into an intense orgasm.
In the aftermath, you lay panting, your body shaking, as Clarity cradled you gently, her fingers still stroking your sensitive clit. The two of you shared a slow, passionate kiss, your tongues mingling in a dance of passion, before finally pulling apart. "It's time we stop fighting what's between us," Clarity whispered, her eyes filled with a mixture of desire and need. And in that moment, you knew she was right.
