More Than Besties

Hello everyone. Vik is here with another story one of my readers shared. First, I wish all my amazing readers and the XIS team a Happy Holi. May this festival bring you joy and colours and a wonderful year ahead.

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I’m Swati, and I’m 28. I work in Bangalore, but am originally from Delhi. This is about something that happened between my best friend, Ritika and me. It was just one night, one unexpected moment. But even now, every detail is clear in my mind.

I’ve never been a lesbian. I’ve never even thought of girls that way – not strangers, not acquaintances. Not even Ritika, despite knowing her since childhood. But that night, something shifted. And I wanted to share it with you all.

I weaved through the chaotic traffic on my scooty, my heart pounding with worry. Ritika hadn’t answered her phone for hours. My best friend. My everything. After what her jerk of an ex had done, I was terrified of what she might do to herself.

When I finally found her, she was sitting outside the café where he had left her, hugging her knees. Her mascara had smudged into dark streaks, and she was shivering in the cold. I didn’t say anything – I just pulled her onto my scooty and took her home.

The rain started as we rode back, soaking us completely. But I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was getting her somewhere safe. By the time we reached my apartment, we were drenched. I grabbed a towel, wrapping it around her shoulders.

I handed her some of my clothes – a snug crop top and soft cotton skirt. She hesitated before slipping them on, looking down at herself with a shy smile. “Your clothes don’t fit me right,” she murmured, running her fingers over the loose hem of the top.

I walked in with two mugs of warm coffee, and her eyes flickered to my rain-soaked clothes. “You should change too,” she said softly. I nodded and hurried to the shower, letting the hot water warm me. When I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, I froze.

She was standing in my room, looking at me. Her breathing was uneven, her eyes holding something I couldn’t quite read.

“I still can’t believe he did this to me,” she whispered, her voice raw. “He swore he loved me.”

I sat beside her, placing a hand on her thigh. “He never deserved you, Ritika. You’re worth so much more.”

She turned to me, her gaze searching mine. “You came for me. You searched for me in the rain. You made sure I was okay before even thinking about yourself.” She bit her lip. “I feel safe with you.”

I smiled, tucking a damp strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s what best friends do.”

She held my gaze for a moment before whispering, “You’ve always been so beautiful, you know? I just… never let myself think about it too much.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Ritika…” and just like that, everything changed.

Her hands trembled as they reached for my face, her eyes locked onto mine. “Can I… kiss you?” she asked hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper.

I inhaled sharply, my eyes widening in surprise. It wasn’t like Ritika to be bold. But maybe this was what she needed tonight – someone to take control, someone who understood and accepted her pain.

My heart pounded in my chest. But I found myself nodding slowly, unable to look away from her gaze. Her lips met mine gently, experimentally, her tongue tracing the seam of my mouth.

Her teeth nipped lightly at my lower lip, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I parted my lips wider, giving her silent permission to deepen the kiss. The only thing going through my mind was the fear and the thought that this feeling was so beautiful. Why have I never experienced this before?

My lips moulded against hers, tentative yet hungry. I’d kissed many men before. But this… this was different. This was soft, yielding curves and fiery passion. Her touch ignited something inside me, and my fears melted away. My hands moved on their own accord, grabbing the top and moving inside it.

My hands found their way beneath her borrowed top. She shivered as I traced the curve of her breasts. Her skin was smooth velvety, unlike anything I had ever touched before. Her body arched against mine, a soft moan escaping her lips as my fingers grazed her hardened nipples.

She gasped when I gently teased them gently, rolling them between my fingertips. Her nipples hardened under my palms, little nubs straining against the thin fabric of her bra. My eyes widened as her hands wandered over my bare flesh, exploring every inch of me.

Her fingers brushed against the waistband of my panties inside the towel. I lowered my head, capturing one taut peak in my mouth through the fabric. My tongue flicked over the hardened nub, teasing it before I sucked hard, causing her to gasp loudly. “Swati…”

I looked up to find Ritika staring at me, a mix of lust and hesitation in her eyes. Her hand paused midway along my leg. “We shouldn’t…” she trailed off, uncertainty hanging heavy in the air.

“Shh,” I whispered against her skin, lifting my head to meet her gaze. “This feels right, doesn’t it?” A mixture of relief and exhilaration flooded through me as she slowly nodded. I thought to myself that I was not lesbian, but at that moment, this felt so right.

Her hesitation vanished as I cupped her breast, squeezing it firmly. I lifted the edge of her top, my tongue trailing wet circles along her stomach. I worked my way downward. She whimpered when I licked a path around her navel, dipping my tongue slightly inside.

My tongue swirled upward until it reached its target. Her nipple, straining erect against the thin fabric of her bra. While playing with her nipples, my fingers hooked into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down with urgency. I spread her legs wide, drinking at the sight before me.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” I commanded, my voice thick with desire as she complied. I admired her folds glistening with wetness, an enticing invitation I couldn’t resist. I leaned in, pressing gentle kisses on her inner thighs. My tongue traced a path upwards towards her core.

I nudged my nose against her slit, inhaling deeply the sweet scent of her arousal. Her clit throbbed in anticipation as I rubbed my nose against it. A soft gasp escaped her lips. I darted my tongue out to taste her, licking a long, slow stroke up the length of her glistening slit.

My tongue flicked over her clit, circling it, teasing it. I could feel her heartbeat pulsing against my tongue. I could hear the ragged breaths coming from her throat. Her moans filled the room, and I revelled in the sounds of her pleasure. Her hips bucked off the bed, desperate to chase my tongue.

But I kept her pinned down with a firm hand on her abdomen. While my tongue played on her pink, swollen, wet folds. My hands moved from her abdomen to her ass to get more grip, and I held her ass as tight as I could. My tongue circled her pussy, pushing it apart before burying itself deep within her tight entrance.

I brought my fingers into play, slowly entering her asshole. My tongue worked its magic in her pussy. Her asshole gripped my finger tightly as if trying to pull it deeper inside her. I curled my finger upward, brushing against the sensitive spot within her forbidden hole.

Her breath hitched. I could feel her walls starting to spasm around my tongue. “Fuck.” she gasped, “Yes. Keep doing that. Fuck, yes.” My finger delved deeper into her asshole, fucking her in tandem with my tongue as she writhed beneath me.

I slid another finger into her tightness, scissoring them open as her heat enveloped me. Her thighs quivered against my cheeks, her moans growing louder as my tongue fucked her faster. I looked up briefly, loving the way she looked beneath me – lost in ecstasy, completely at my mercy. “Oh, god…”

Ritika’s fingers raked through my hair, gripping it tightly. She began to move her hips in rhythm with my tongue. Ritika’s body tensed, her eyes widening as her orgasm crashed into her. She cried out, arching her back off the bed, waves of pleasure radiating through her entire being.

My mouth pressed against Ritika’s clit, sucking gently as her release faded. Her taste lingered on my tongue, a heady mix of sweetness and saltiness. Our eyes met, hers searching mine as I rose beside her.

With our faces inches apart, I could see the traces of doubt creeping back into her expression. “What are we doing, Swati?” she whispered, biting her lower lip nervously.

“Let’s not question it,” I replied softly, brushing my fingers through her hair. “Sometimes things happen because they’re meant to.”

Her hand found mine, our fingers entwining together. She stared into my eyes, the tension in her expression melting away. I leaned forward and pulled her closer for a hug, both naked and eyes closed.

I hugged her tighter, wanting to shield her from the world. Our naked bodies were pressed together. I could feel her heart pounding against mine, beating wildly like a caged bird eager to escape. Her heart pounded against mine, its beat echoing the rhythm of my pulse.

I could feel her breath on my cheek, uneven and shallow, mirroring the speed at which my thoughts raced. I held her cheek and kissed her, reassuring her that if she didn’t want it, it wouldn’t happen again. I then placed her face on my cleavage and massaged her back, trying to make her sleep.

I continued to massage her. I noticed my nipples hardening against her cheek. My pussy was aching to be touched again, craving more than her innocent caress. But I also knew that what happened a few moments ago was just in the heat of the moment.

I was still not sure whether she wanted more of it or not, so I let her sleep. With Ritika’s head resting on my chest, I could hear her steady breaths. Signalling that she had drifted off to sleep.

Watching her sleep peacefully, I felt my eyes grow heavy, and soon, I drifted off, too. And honestly, that was the best sleep I ever had. Wrapped up in warmth, both of us completely naked, tangled in each other’s arms.

As sunlight streamed through the window, I woke up to find Ritika dressed, sitting quietly as if waiting for me to wake. The moment my eyes fluttered open, she came closer and spoke softly.

“Swati… I don’t know if what happened was right or wrong. But I want to thank you for being there when I was alone. It’s late – I should be leaving now. And don’t worry, I don’t regret anything. Thank you again. I’ll call you once I reach.”

I nodded, my voice barely above a whisper. “I understand. And just remember, I’m always here for you… no matter what.”

She smiled slightly before picking up her bag and heading toward the door. I wanted to ask her to stay and talk about what happened. But the words wouldn’t come. As the door clicked shut behind her, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

The room felt strangely quiet as if something important had just slipped through my fingers. It’s been two months now. I’m still waiting. A few days ago, I spoke to her mother, who knows me well. She mentioned that Ritika has been swamped with work and barely gets time to talk to her.

That should have been reassuring, but it only left me with more questions. Did I ruin something by listening to my heart that night? Did I complicate Ritika’s life in a way she wasn’t ready for? Or is she still trying to figure out if this is something worth giving a chance?

I don’t know. And maybe that’s what scares me the most.

But if I ever get an update – if she calls, if we meet again, if anything changes – I promise I’ll share it with you all.