1. Best Friends Become More


    Date: 1/24/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, First Time, Lesbian, Romance, Written by women, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    of the shower, the hotel towel doing very little to cover her body, "So what did you write?" I kept watching the TV and pointed to the table. After a few seconds, I turned to look at Zoey and saw my list had surprised her. She said, with a smile I had seen many times that usually meant trouble, "A pretty impressive list, Mia, a very impressive list." I stood up and attempted to clarify. "That was a joke, Zoey." Ignoring my clarification, Zoey continued, "I will help you make those happen Mia, although the Backstreet Boys are old men now." "The early thirties is not old," I countered, pointing out, “Isn’t Harrison Ford on your list?” “He is so fucking hot.” “You live in double standard world.” "Whatever," she flippantly replied, implying she was done with the conversation. Shifting thoughts, she ordered, like I was hers to order around, "Go shower, we are going out." "Where?" I asked, dreading the thought, as I was still exhausted from the long day. "I don't know, but I need to check off one more city on my bucket list," she announced, her intentions clear. My job, as she no doubt was about to get really drunk, when her standards dropped exponentially, was to make sure her choice was not some serial killer. "Can't we just stay in tonight, I am beat," I countered, really not in the mood for babysitting a sure to be irresponsible Zoey. "Stop being a prude, Mia. This trip was about getting you out of the shackles your Daddy has had you cuffed to your whole life," she surprised ...
    me by saying. "What?" I questioned, although I knew exactly what she was implying. When I told my Dad about my trip plans he freaked. He forbade me to go to the city of sin and he especially forbade me to go with, as he called her, 'that bad apple Zoey'. I never told Zoey about this conversation with my Catholic priest of a father, but she knew my father disapproved of her. "You have always been such a good girl, Mia. This trip conservative, shy Mia is being put away and being replaced by sexy, outgoing Mia," she decided. "I am pretty sure that Mia does not exist," I countered, scared of what Zoey had in mind. "Go shower," she demanded, as if I was her child. I went to shower, knowing that once Zoey shifted to her authoritative self I always lost. It was easier to get blood from a stone than to change Zoey's mind once she had finally made it up. I had a long hot shower, while I considered my real sexual bucket list. My experiences were tame and innocent in comparison to Zoey’s, as although I had sinned on occasion, my biggest sins occurred in my head. Although the list was supposed to be extreme and obviously not me, the reality was those were my deep, dark secrets I fantasized about when alone and satisfying myself. Although I wasn't a lesbian, as I liked men, I had long ago realized I was in love with Zoey, and that our friendship had in many ways been like a submissive relationship, minus the sex. She usually was in charge and I was usually doing Zoey's bidding. All that ...
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