I Took My Best Friend's Virginity

The heatwave that struck Portland that July was the kind that made you question every life decision that had led you to a city without central air conditioning. I was twenty-two, freshly graduated from Oregon State, and spending what I had promised myself would be my last summer at my parents' house before I moved to Seattle for my new job. The humidity clung to everything—my skin, my clothes, the sheets that I kicked off every night in frustration. But none of that compared to the suffocating tension that had been building between me and the girl next door.

Her name was Madison Carter, though I'd called her Maddie since we were both six years old. She was back from her junior year at UCLA, all golden skin and sun-bleached hair and a body that had transformed from the gangly teenager I'd grown up with into something that made my mouth go dry every time I saw her in a bikini by the pool we shared between our backyards. We had been inseparable as kids, drifted slightly during college as geography demanded, but had always maintained that effortless connection that comes from knowing someone's entire history—their first crush, their worst embarrassment, their hidden fears.

I was in the kitchen grabbing a beer from the fridge when I heard the back door slide open. My parents were in Cannon Beach for the weekend, leaving me alone with the house and my thoughts, which had been increasingly consumed by inappropriate fantasies about the girl who had slept over in my bedroom countless times during our childhood without either of us thinking twice about it.

"Your mom said you were home," Maddie's voice called out, and I turned to find her standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a white tank top that had gone slightly transparent with sweat and a pair of denim cutoffs so short they were practically illegal. Her blonde hair was piled messily on top of her head, a few damp strands sticking to her neck, and her cheeks were flushed pink from the heat. "Jesus, Ethan, it's a furnace in here."

She walked toward me, and I forced myself to maintain eye contact rather than letting my gaze drop to the way her nipples had hardened against the thin cotton of her shirt, or the way her thighs looked smooth and tan as she moved. We had always been comfortable with each other, but lately, that comfort had been replaced by something electric and dangerous, a current that seemed to crackle between us whenever we were alone.

"Air conditioning's broken," I managed, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "Repair guy can't come until Tuesday."

Maddie groaned and leaned against the counter, her hip jutting out in a way that made my cock twitch in my gym shorts. "I'm dying. My parents have the same problem. I was hoping your house would be an oasis of cold." She reached up to twist her hair, lifting her arms and exposing the smooth expanse of her underarm, the slight sheen of sweat there somehow more erotic than any carefully posed pornographic image I'd ever seen. "What are we going to do for three days?"

The way she said it—"we"—as if it was assumed we would spend that time together, sent a thrill through me. We had always been a "we," but lately, that pronoun had taken on new meanings in my mind. I found myself wondering what it would be like to be truly inside that "we"—to be inside her.

"I was thinking about driving out to the lake," I said, trying to keep my voice casual as I took a long drink from my beer, hoping the cold liquid would cool the fire building in my gut. "The water should be warm this time of year, and at least we'd be wet."

Maddie's eyes met mine, and there was something in them—something knowing and challenging that hadn't been there before she left for college three years ago. "Wet sounds good," she said, and the words hung between us, heavy with double meaning. "But I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"We've swum naked before," I reminded her, referencing the summer we were sixteen and had snuck out to the lake at midnight, drunk on stolen wine coolers and the rebellion of youth. We had stripped off our clothes and plunged into the dark water, laughing and shivering, our bodies barely visible in the moonlight. I had seen her breasts then, small and perfect, before she covered them with her hands and shrieked at me to look away. I had looked. I had memorized.

"That was different," Maddie said, but she was smiling, that slow, dangerous smile that had been driving me insane since she got home two weeks ago. "We were kids then."

"And now?"

"Now..." She stepped closer, close enough that I could smell her—coconut sunscreen and sweat and something uniquely Maddie that made my head spin. "Now I think you'd look at me differently."

"How would I look at you?" My heart was hammering against my ribs, and I could feel the blood rushing south, filling my cock with an insistence that was impossible to ignore. We were standing in my parents' kitchen, and I was harder than I'd ever been in my life, staring at my best friend and wanting nothing more than to tear off those tiny shorts and find out if she tasted as sweet as she smelled.

"Like you want to eat me," Maddie whispered, and the air left my lungs in a rush.

I don't know who moved first. Maybe I did, reaching for her with a hand that trembled with need. Maybe she did, pushing off the counter and closing the distance between us until her breasts pressed against my chest and her hands found my shoulders. It didn't matter. What mattered was that suddenly, after years of denial and suppressed longing, Maddie Carter was in my arms, and my mouth was crashing down on hers with a hunger that felt like it might consume us both.

She tasted like mint and summer heat, and she kissed me back with a ferocity that matched my own. Her fingers tangled in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and I groaned into her mouth, my hands sliding down to grip her ass—her perfect, round ass that I had spent countless nights fantasizing about while I stroked myself to completion in the dark.

"Fuck," I growled against her lips, grinding my erection against her stomach. "Maddie, fuck, I've wanted this for so long."

"Then take it," she breathed, arching against me. "Ethan, please. I've been going crazy. Every time you look at me, I get wet. I have to change my panties three times a day because of you."

The image of her soaked underwear, her pussy dripping with arousal that I had caused, sent a spike of pure lust through me. I lifted her onto the counter, spreading her legs and stepping between them. Her shorts were so short that they rode up, exposing the crease where her thigh met her hip, and I could see the edge of her panties—pink lace, damp with her desire.

"Show me," I demanded, my voice rough with need. "Show me how wet you are."

Maddie's eyes widened, but she didn't hesitate. She reached down and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her shorts, lifting her hips to slide them down her legs. She kicked them off, leaving her sitting on my mother's granite countertop in just that white tank top and a pair of pink lace panties that were indeed soaked through, the darkened fabric clinging to her folds and revealing the shape of her pussy beneath.

"Jesus," I breathed, my cock throbbing painfully against my shorts. I reached out with one finger and traced the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiating from her core. Maddie shuddered, her head falling back against the cabinet with a soft thud.

"Ethan," she whimpered. "Please. Touch me. I've been dreaming about your hands on me for years."

I slipped my finger beneath the lace, and the first contact of my skin against her wet heat made us both moan. She was slick and hot, her folds swollen with arousal, and I explored her slowly, reverently, committing every texture and response to memory. I found her clit—small, hard, begging for attention—and circled it with my thumb while I pressed one finger inside her tight channel.

"Oh god," Maddie gasped, her hips bucking against my hand. "Yes, right there. Don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I worked her with my fingers, learning the rhythm she liked, the pressure that made her cry out, the spot inside her that made her walls flutter and clamp down around my digit. She was panting now, her tank top riding up to expose her stomach, and I could see the muscles there contracting with each wave of pleasure I gave her.

"More," she begged, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so hard her knuckles were white. "Ethan, I need more. I need you inside me. Please. I've never—I've never wanted anyone like this."

I froze, my finger still buried deep in her pussy. "Maddie," I said carefully, my heart hammering. "Are you saying... have you never...?"

She shook her head, her cheeks flushing a deeper pink. "I never found anyone who felt right. I kept waiting for it to feel like it does when I think about you, and it never did. So I waited." She looked at me with those wide blue eyes, vulnerable and fierce all at once. "I want you to be my first, Ethan. I want you to fuck me and take my virginity and make me yours."

The possessiveness that surged through me at her words was primal and overwhelming. The idea that no one else had touched her, that I would be the first to claim her, to stretch her tight virgin pussy around my cock and make her scream my name—it was almost enough to make me cum right there in my shorts.

"Are you sure?" I asked, even as my hand resumed its movements, stroking her G-spot with increasing pressure. "Maddie, once we do this, everything changes. There's no going back to just being friends."

She reached out and grabbed my wrist, stopping my movements. Then, with deliberate slowness, she pulled my hand from her panties and brought my fingers—glistening with her arousal—to her lips. She locked eyes with me and sucked them into her mouth, cleaning her own essence from my skin with a moan that vibrated through my entire body.

"I don't want to be just friends anymore," she said when she released my fingers, her voice husky and sure. "I want to be your fuck toy, your girlfriend, your everything. I want you to fill my virgin cunt with your cum and make me scream so loud the neighbors hear. I want you to teach me how to suck your cock and take your load down my throat. I want everything, Ethan. And I want it now."

Her words shattered the last of my restraint. I grabbed her hips and pulled her off the counter, carrying her toward the stairs. She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against my erection as I stumbled up the steps, our mouths fused together in a messy, desperate kiss. We made it to my bedroom, and I kicked the door shut behind us, lowering her onto my unmade bed.

Maddie lay back against the pillows, her chest heaving, her thighs spread to reveal the wet spot spreading across her pink panties. I stood at the foot of the bed and tore off my shirt, then shoved my shorts and boxers down in one motion, freeing my cock. It sprang up, thick and hard and leaking precum, and Maddie's eyes went wide.

"Holy shit," she breathed, sitting up to stare at me. "Ethan, you're huge. That's going to split me in half."

"Do you trust me?" I asked, stroking myself slowly, watching her watch me.

"Always," she whispered.

"Then lie back and let me prepare you. I'm going to make you cum so hard you see stars before I even think about putting this inside you."

She obeyed, stretching out on the bed like a offering. I crawled up between her legs and hooked my fingers in her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. And then, finally, after years of wondering and fantasizing, I was face-to-face with Madison Carter's naked pussy.

She was beautiful—pink and glistening, with a small patch of blonde curls above her slit that she kept trimmed neat. Her labia were swollen and parted, revealing the entrance to her virgin core, and I could see her clit peeking out from its hood, begging for my mouth.

I didn't make her wait. I lowered my head and licked her from bottom to top in one long, slow stroke, gathering her arousal on my tongue and savoring the taste—sweet and musky and perfect. Maddie cried out, her hands flying to my hair and gripping tight.

"Oh my god," she gasped. "Ethan, yes. Lick my pussy. Please, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping. I settled in, spreading her thighs wider with my shoulders, and began to feast on her like a starving man. I licked and sucked at her folds, darting my tongue into her entrance to taste her depth, then moving up to flick her clit with rapid, teasing strokes. I used my fingers too—first one, then two, stretching her carefully, feeling her hymen intact and waiting, knowing that soon I would break through it and claim her completely.

"You're so tight," I murmured against her flesh, looking up to see her face flushed and contorted with pleasure. "So fucking tight and wet. I can't wait to feel this pussy squeezing my cock, Maddie. I can't wait to fill you up."

"Do it," she begged, her hips bucking against my face. "Fuck me, Ethan. I'm ready. I need you inside me now."

But I wasn't done tasting her yet. I wanted her first time to be perfect, wanted her so overwhelmed with pleasure that the pain of penetration was just a minor note in a symphony of ecstasy. I focused on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and fluttering my tongue against it while I curled my fingers inside her, massaging that spongy spot that made her wail.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," she chanted, her thighs trembling around my head. "I'm going to cum. Ethan, I'm going to—"

She broke off with a scream that probably woke the neighborhood, her body convulsing as her first orgasm crashed through her. I felt her walls clamp down on my fingers, her juices flooding my mouth and chin, and I kept licking her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was whimpering and pushing at my head, oversensitive and shaking.

I crawled up her body, kissing my way up her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck, until I was hovering over her, my cock resting against her slick entrance. Her eyes were glazed, her lips parted, and she looked up at me with such trust and desire that my heart ached with it.

"Are you ready?" I asked, positioning myself at her entrance. "This might hurt at first, baby. I'll go slow."

"I trust you," she said again, and reached down to guide me, her small hand wrapping around my shaft and positioning me at her opening. "Take me, Ethan. Make me a woman."

I pushed forward slowly, feeling her tightness resist me for a moment before the head of my cock popped inside. Maddie gasped, her nails digging into my back, and I stopped, giving her time to adjust to the intrusion.