Chapter 4 (sex with Benefits)

That morning, I woke up feeling bitter. Maybe it was because there was no school today, or perhaps it was the ball looming over me tonight. I sighed, brushing off the heaviness in my chest, and decided to take a quick bath. 

 As I climbed out of bed and shuffled toward the bathroom, the loud, screeching sound of our doorbell echoed through the house. 

Our doorbell wasn't subtle—it sounded like a scream, piercing and impossible to ignore. 

 I paused, realizing that Earl, my tiny mouse companion, was nowhere in sight. Maybe he had wandered off for a morning walk or was off visiting his mouse friends. 

I shook off the thought and made my way downstairs, still in my rumpled pyjamas and with my hair an absolute mess. Whoever was at the door was about to see me at my worst. 

When I opened it, I was met with a surprise. Standing there, a smile tugging at her lips, was my old friend Raven. 

"Raven!" I exclaimed, my face lighting up as I pulled her into a tight hug. "You're finally free from Dexter!" I teased, playfully punching her arm. 

Raven chuckled, shaking her head. "Cherise told me I should come talk to you. She's worried about you," she said, folding her arms and giving me a pointed look. 

I stepped aside, motioning for her to come in. "She's worried about me? Typical Cherise," I teased, rolling my eyes. 

Raven entered, and I closed the door behind her. "Do you want some tea? Or maybe something to eat?" I asked, glancing at her. 

"Tea would be fine," she replied, following me into the kitchen. 

I filled the teapot with water and placed it on the stove to boil. As I worked, Raven's voice turned serious. "Are you okay?" she asked, her concern evident. 

I let out a heavy sigh, turning to face her. "Sort of," I admitted, taking a seat at the table as the teapot began to heat. 

Raven sat across from me, her dark eyes filled with worry. "You know you can talk to me, right?" 

Raven and Cherise had been my best friends since our first day of school. We shared everything and had always supported one another. But now, I found it hard to find the words 

Sylister's kiss was still fresh in my mind, and the emotions were too raw to untangle. 

"I don't even know how to say it," I admitted, running a hand through my messy hair. 

"Was it someone who upset you?" Raven asked, her voice soft but knowing. "I can tell you've been crying. Your eyes are all puffy." 

I puffed air at her in mock annoyance, but before I could respond, the teapot whistled. Grateful for the distraction, I got up to pour the tea. 

"No, they're not," I muttered, grabbing cups and milk from the fridge. 

"You can't fool me, Madie. I know you too well," Raven said, watching me closely. 

I placed the teapot on a cloth on the table and handed her a cup before sitting back down. 

My fingers fidgeted with the edge of my cup as I finally blurted out the truth. "Sylister kissed me yesterday." 

Raven's eyes widened. "Wait, what? He was here?" 

I nodded, the memory of his lips on mine making my heart ache. "He came over to see my dad. I was showing him the way when... it happened. But he still likes Kitty, and now he's confused, and... and I'm just..." My voice broke as tears threatened to spill again. 

Raven got up from her chair, walked over to me, and knelt beside me, taking my hands in hers. "Madie, you deserve so much better than him," she said firmly, her gaze steady and full of warmth. 

I looked into her eyes, my vision blurry with unshed tears. "Do you think I'll ever find someone? I don't even know how to kiss properly, or how to... I mean, I've never done anything like what you and Cherise have done," I confessed. 

Raven's expression softened as she stood, holding out her hand to me. "Then it's time someone showed you," she said. 

I blinked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" 

Her face grew serious. "Do you trust me?" 

I nodded, rising to my feet. "Of course. You're my best friend." 

"Then trust me on this," she said, taking my hand and leading me out of the kitchen. 

 I followed Raven, uncertain but curious, as she led me back toward my room. Whatever she had planned, I trusted her enough to know she meant well. 

As we entered, I noticed her closing the door behind us. Confused, I asked, "Why are we in my room?" 

"Because there's something I want to show you. Don't be scared," she said softly, her voice calm but serious. 

I swallowed hard, watching her as she moved to sit on the edge of my bed. She gestured for me to sit beside her, and though unsure, I complied. 

Once I was seated, Raven turned to me with an intensity I hadn't seen before. "Do you want to know what it feels like... to be kissed? To be touched?" 

Her words caught me off guard, and my cheeks instantly flushed. "I mean... I do," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I guess that'll happen one day." 

I glanced down, nervously folding my hands in my lap. The kiss I shared with Sylister had been my first and, up until now, my only kiss. I assumed it would stay that way. 

Raven leaned closer, her eyes locked on mine. "What if I could show you?" she asked. 

My eyes widened as my face grew hotter. "What do you mean?" I stammered, a mix of excitement and confusion churning in my chest. 

Without another word, Raven leaned in, her minty breath warm against my skin. "Let me show you," she whispered. 

Before I could process what was happening, I felt her lips on mine—soft, warm, and unfamiliar. My heart raced as an unexpected thrill coursed through me. Despite my confusion, I kissed her back, though unsure of what I was doing. 

It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. A kiss was shared between two friends who had known each other forever, yet it carried an edge of curiosity and something... electric. 

Her tongue brushed against mine, and I let her deepen the kiss. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, yet at that moment, all I felt was the intensity of her touch. Suddenly, she pulled back, leaving my lips tingling. 

"Do you trust me?" she asked, her eyes searching mine. 

I hesitated, but then I nodded, my nerves evident. 

Raven reached for the hem of my pyjama top, her hands steady but gentle. She slowly lifted it over my head, leaving me sitting there in just my shorts. My heart thundered in my chest as she rose to her feet. 

With deliberate movements, she slipped out of her dress and shoes, standing before me in her underwear. 

"Raven, what if we get caught?" I asked nervously, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. "This is crazy. We're best friends, and... I'm into men. What are we even doing?" 

She stepped closer, her voice calm and reassuring. "It's okay. This stays between us. Just two friends... having fun." 

I swallowed hard, licking my lips nervously as she reached for the waistband of my pyjama pants. Slowly, she slid them down, taking my underwear with them. I stood there, bare and vulnerable, unsure of what to feel. 

Raven shed her remaining clothes, standing naked before me. For a moment, all I could do was stare, overwhelmed by the intimacy and unfamiliarity of it all. She took my hand, leading me to the bed. 

I lay beside her, my nerves still on edge as she leaned in to kiss me again. 

Her touch was confident, her lips warm against mine. I hesitated, unsure, but as her hand brushed my skin, a thousand sensations ignited within me. 

For a moment, it was just us—two friends crossing a boundary neither of us had ever imagined. 

I felt her soft lips leaving mine, the sensation sending a tingling warmth through my body. 

 As she kissed her way down my face, the scent of her perfume filled the air, a delicate floral fragrance that wrapped around me like a gentle breeze. I could hear the subtle sound of her breath as she moved closer, her kisses tracing a path along my jawline. 

Raven's kisses were intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that I had never experienced before. 

I knew it was wrong, but the pleasure was so intense that I couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and desire. 

Her lips found their way to my neck, and with each tender kiss, a shiver ran down my spine. 

 I closed my eyes, surrendering to the exquisite sensations that enveloped me. Her lips continued their journey, exploring every inch of my body, leaving a trail of electric warmth in their wake. 

The touch of her lips on my sensitive skin felt like delicate butterflies dancing across my flesh, sending waves of pleasure through me. 

 My breath quickened as her mouth moved lower, her warm breath caressing my abdomen. 

 I could feel the heat building between my legs, a sensation I had never experienced before. Her lips found their way to my most intimate area, and as her tongue teased and tasted, I couldn't help but moan softly, my body responding to her every touch. 

 I couldn't contain my pleasure as she continued, my hands instinctively reaching for my breasts, feeling the weight and firmness in my grasp. I could feel how she moved another finger in me. I was tight but it felt so good and I was too wet. 

The sound of my own moans mingled with the wetness and warmth that surrounded me, creating a symphony of desire. 

 Her fingers joined in, slipping inside me with a skillful ease, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. 

I could not help to moan " Harder ". My body needed more and it felt so good ."Yes" I moaned and begged that she trust her finger deeper into me. 

The sensation of her fingers moving within me was unlike anything I had ever felt before, each movement driving me closer to the edge. 

 I held onto my bed covers tightly, my back arching as the pleasure grew more intense. 

"Yes " I moan and could not believe that my own words came out " More " I begged her. 

 The pleasure built and built, my moans growing louder and more desperate. I didn't care if anyone heard me, this feeling was too exquisite to be silenced. 

 Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I bit my lip as a powerful climax washed over me, my body trembling with the force of it. 

"Yes ....yes " I moan. It was a sensation I had never known, a release that left me breathless and shaking. 

"Holy shit ' I yelled. As I slowly came down from the heights of pleasure, Raven moved closer, her body pressing against mine. The feeling of her warmth and closeness was comforting, a balm for the intense ecstasy I had just experienced. 

As I approached the side where Raven lay, my breath became uneven, the anticipation filling the air. 

 The sight of her lying there brought a shy smile to her lips, a twinkle in her eyes. I couldn't help but notice the way her lips curled as she teasingly remarked about my moans, a soft sound that added a playful melody to the atmosphere. 

" I never hear you moan like that " she teased. " It was kind of hot" 

The warmth of her words made me giggle, causing my cheeks to flush with a rosy hue. 

 In that moment, I couldn't help but wonder if I could evoke the same response from her. 

 My gaze fixated on her, my eyes meeting hers as I bit my lip, a mix of nervousness and desire intertwining within me. 

" You thinking it "She noticed me staring at her and bitten my lip. I left out a shy smile. 

She noticed my stare, her eyes reflecting a hint of curiosity, and I couldn't help but let out a shy smile in return. 

" we can have sex if you want to.....I won't mind if he touches me "says Raven. I swallowed hard as my body was still recovering from the climax. 

Her words caught me off guard, sending a jolt through my body as she suggested we engage in a passionate encounter. 

The lingering sensations from our previous climax still echoed through me, making my body tingle. "can I touch you " I say. With a gulp, I mustered the courage to ask if I could touch her. 

Our eyes locked, a silent agreement passing between us as she nodded. 

As my hand reached towards her, I could feel the warmth emanating from her body, her skin soft to the touch. 

 I gently cupped her naked breast, feeling its weight in my hand, and squeezed it, savouring the sensation. Drawing closer, my lips found her pink, hard nipple, and I began to suckle, a delicate moan escaping her lips. 

Raven's breasts were larger than mine, their softness enveloping my senses as I moved from one nipple to the other, exploring her with newfound intimacy. 

 My lips trailed down her stomach, planting kisses along the way, each corner of her body a testament to her flawless beauty. It was a side of my friend I had never seen before, vulnerable and intimate. 

 As I descended further, her hand retreated, leaving her wet and glistening with her own desire. 

This was uncharted territory for me, and with trepidation, I brought my mouth to her folds, tasting the unique combination of salt and sweat that coated her. 

Drawing closer, I gently held her legs apart, my tongue delicately exploring her clit, eliciting sweet moans from her lips. 

Her body moved in sync with my every touch, a symphony of pleasure resonating between us. Lost in the moment, I heard her utter my name, her voice laced with urgency. 

 I paused, looking up at her, only to notice something in her hand - the same toy I had glimpsed in Ella's room. "Use this, " she said in a warm voice while licking her lisp . " want you to stick this in me while you have sex to me " 

Her warm voice beckoned me to use it, her lips glistening with anticipation. 

The intensity of the moment made my cheeks burn, my body aflame with desire. I accepted the toy, my body intertwining with hers, our connection becoming more profound. 

Our eyes locked once more as her hand guided mine, pressing the toy into her, a physical manifestation of our shared passion. 

As I did a moan escaped her lips, the sound echoing through the room. 

Her desperation was palpable as she bit her lower lip hard, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. 

 The air was heavy with the scent of arousal, a heady mixture of sweat and desire that filled my nostrils. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I prepared to fulfil her whispered command. 

 I grasped the toy firmly, feeling its smooth texture against my fingertips. 

 With a trembling hand, I began to move it in and out, the friction causing a soft, slick sound that mingled with her growing moans. 

The sensation of the toy penetrating her depths intensified, sending shivers down my spine. 

 Unable to resist any longer, I crashed my lips against hers, the taste of her lingering on my tongue. 

Our kiss deepened, my senses overwhelmed by the warmth and passion that enveloped us. The room seemed to spin as I realized the significance of this moment - my first time with a woman, and with my best friend no less. 

 Despite the forbidden nature of our encounter, the desire within me burned uncontrollably. 

 As our bodies moved in sync, the intensity of our connection grew. 

 I quickened the pace, my movements becoming more urgent, and our kisses grew more fervent. 

The sound of our lips meeting, accompanied by her moans, filled the room like a symphony of pleasure. I break our kiss and hear her moans as I move deeper in to her and looked at her vulnerable. 

"Oh Madie "I heard her say "Fuck me harder " she moan out. I crash my lips against her and start to kiss her passionately. 

A wave of vulnerability washed over us as the climax approached. 

 Her body trembled beneath me, her moans reaching a crescendo. With a mixture of awe and delight, I broke our kiss, gazing into her eyes that were raw with emotion. We couldn't help but giggle, a shared understanding of the naughtiness that had consumed us. 

 "You looked so beautiful," I whispered, my voice filled with genuine admiration. Her cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her lips still stained from our passionate kisses. 

I couldn't help but smile as she returned the gesture, her breath still catching. 

Reluctantly, I moved away from her, removing the toy from her trembling body. Her legs remained spread, an invitation that I couldn't resist. 

 I wanted to taste her, to feel her pleasure with my own senses. Her eyes followed my every move as I brought my hand to her folds, tracing a delicate path over her sensitive skin. 

 The touch elicited a shiver from her, a sign of her heightened sensitivity. 

 A smile played on my lips as I swallowed, my finger gliding over her folds, exploring her wetness. 

 The texture was soft and slick, her warmth enveloping me. 

 With a gentle push, I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. The sensation drew a moan from her lips, a testament to her pleasure. 

 The sound of her calling my name, "Oh Madie," sent a jolt of desire through me. 

"Yes " she moan " Fuck me harder with you finger " she moan the words out. 

 Encouraged by her response, I began to move my fingers in and out, deeper with each movement. A rhythm that mirrored the growing intensity of her body's response. A second finger joined the first, stretching her and deepening her pleasure. 

 Her moans filled the room, mingling with the wet sounds of our connection. 

I watched as she reached for her breast, the sight arousing me even further. Her body trembled with an incredible force as she reached her climax, her walls tightening around my fingers. 

The room fell into a blissful silence as she caught her breath, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure. We shared a moment of vulnerability, a deep connection forged through our shared experience.