I accidentally showed my best friend a picture of my spread pussy…
ARGHHHHHH KILL ME
Sooooo I recently got back from holiday and have been doing the rounds catching up with friends; gaming sessions of Discord, DnD with the guys, and a few shopping trips with my girlfriends. The usual kind of stuff.
Anyway, a couple of nights ago, I was curled up on the couch with Louis with The Office on in the background. Lazy, easy, familiar. Best friends since forever and totally platonic.
“So, how was Greece?” he asked. “I still haven’t seen any pictures!”
“That’s the price for not having social media, Mr Non-Conformity,” I teased.
“Oh, come on. You know that shit is evil.”
“True, true. I guess you’ll never know!” I turned back to the screen.
“Aw, don’t make me beg.”
I laughed, rolling my eyes dramatically. “Alright, fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you; it’s basically like, a thousand pictures of old buildings.”
He chuckled, leaning closer. I unlocked my phone, opened my camera roll, and began scrolling. He watched over my shoulder, the warmth of his breath on my neck as I swiped casually through my recent vacation shots.
Even with him that close to me, I didn’t think anything of it.
Just friends…
“Here’s the beach,” I said softly, stopping briefly at an image of crystal-clear turquoise waters; gentle waves lapping golden sand. In the foreground, my purse and my manicured feet. In the distance, the alabaster sails of luxury yachts.
“Nice,” he said. “Looks gorgeous.”
“It was,” I smiled and flicked my thumb again. “And here’s one of the old temple—super ancient. The guide said it was 2000 years old or whatever.”
“Wow, it really sounds like you were paying attention…” he deadpanned. “Can’t believe you saw a building that was ‘2000 years old or whatever’...”
“Exactly. And now you’re seeing it too,” I replied. “Aren’t you privileged to have a friend that furnishes you with such in-depth information?”
“Very. Got anything more exciting?”
“Like what? Bikini pics?” I teased.
He shrugged. “I mean hey, if you’ve got them, I’d certainly appraise them for you.”
I smiled, wondering briefly what he would think when we did get to the bikini shots–three tiny triangles of fabric that barely covered anything.
“Patience,” I teased. “There’s the high street, full of shops selling stupid tourist hats and fake designer handbags.”
He laughed softly, leaning closer to peer at my screen. Maybe it was jet lag or maybe I’d missed him more than I realized. Either way, I leaned into him a little closer, almost unconsciously. I continued to swipe through the pictures, giving him the occasional bit of commentary and receiving the occasional polite response.
The beach again.
The boat tour.
The bike ride.
A super close up shot of my pussy spread wide and dripping in the hotel room.
My heart stopped.
Oh fuck.
Oh fuck, oh fuck.
I flicked to the next image quickly but it was too late. My heart lurched violently, adrenaline surging through me as I fumbled. My skin flushed hot, my pulse hammering in my ears, drowning out everything else.
“Sarah...” Louis said softly, his voice shaky, stunned.
I froze, feeling dread and embarrassment pour through me, burning hot and bright and filling me with shame. I’d forgotten about those photos; naughty, indulgent shots meant only for my own eyes, souvenirs of lonely hotel nights.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered breathlessly, my voice trembling slightly. My thumb hovered uselessly over the screen as I stared at the innocent picture of the old stone church now displayed, but the explicit image from seconds ago was etched into my mind, every detail painfully clear.
“You…um, you looked good…if that helps?”
I finally found the courage to glance sideways, cheeks blazing as I met his gaze. To my surprise, his expression wasn’t judgmental or disgusted. Instead, his eyes were wide and friendly. Encouraging, almost. I thought of the image again: my thighs open, fingers slick, nipples hard, face flushed in the mirror’s reflection.
“Fuck, Louis. I’m sorry you had to see that,” I whispered again, more sincerely.
He swallowed audibly, shifting slightly on the couch. “It’s honestly okay…”
My chest rose and fell rapidly, heart racing.
“Can we just pretend that never happened?” I asked, forcing a light laugh. “Because I’m pretty sure I’m dying of embarrassment right now.”
He gave a weak chuckle, still staring at me intently. “Sure. If that’s what you want…”
“What do you mean?”
He shrugged. “I…I’d kind of like to see it again…”
“Are you serious?” I whispered, the heat in my cheeks now matched by a heat building elsewhere…
I reminded myself that this was my best friend, but instead of that quelling the sudden urges building up inside me, it increased them, only making it feel even more wrong and naughty that he had just seen my dripping pussy.
“I don’t want to make it weird but…I’m kind of deadly serious.”
I swallowed, his admission sending a wave of confidence through me, overriding the embarrassment that had moments ago felt unbearable. I drew in a slow, steadying breath, glancing down at my phone again, still clutched tightly in my trembling fingers.
Slowly, deliberately, I scrolled back through the photos. The church. The high street. And then there it was again; my smooth puffy innie pussy, spread wide in the hotel room.
The picture lingered on the screen, bold and unashamed. I forced myself to hold it steady, my thumb shaking slightly as Louis’s eyes devoured the image.
“God, Sarah…” he breathed softly, voice barely audible. “I had no idea.”
“No idea about what?” I teased quietly, forcing my voice to remain playful despite the pulse pounding between my thighs.
“That you could be such a slut…”
“Hey!” I said, pulling the phone away.
“No!” Louis said. “I mean that as a compliment! You are a very attractive woman, but I know you like to cover yourself up with big jumpers and stuff. And that’s cool! It’s just that this is like…seeing something secret and exciting. I just…had no idea. Please, show it to me again.”
I tilted the screen back toward him, feeling strange that he wanted to see it again, that he wanted to sit with his best friend and appraise her pussy in detail.
“Do you...do you have others?” he asked softly, the words tumbling out shyly, despite the obvious boldness behind them. “More photos like this?”
A shiver ran through me, excitement overriding any lingering shyness. “A lot more,” I admitted breathlessly, feeling the dampness in my panties and a stiffness in my nipples. Why was I enjoying this so much? Why was I suddenly thinking about riding his face and letting him fuck my tits? Fuck. I took a deep breath.
“Do you want to see them?”