I want what I can’t have. I want Camila, a hot Latina with curves that are the envy of every woman and can bring any man to his knees. I want Camila who looks at me through bedroom eyes and speaks with full, soft lips. She’s the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. But Camila likes boys and I’m a girl. I’m her best friend.
Camila has no idea how I feel about her. She doesn’t even know I’m bisexual. She feels completely comfortable around me. She has no qualms about undressing in front of me. She doesn’t know what the sight of her body does to me. How I can’t concentrate on what she’s saying. How my mind is consumed with fantasies about what I’d do to her if I had the chance. How good I could make her feel. How good she’d taste.
Even though she’s comfortable enough to undress in front of me, Camila’s modest and keeps her back to me. That doesn’t stop my mind from wandering. I stare as she strips down to her bra and panties. My eyes move down her back and focus on her ass, her perfectly round ass. I imagine myself approaching her. Standing so close to her I can smell her perfume. I imagine running my fingers through her long dark hair and pulling it over her shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. I imagine running my finger along the back of her ear. Then kissing down her ear to her neck.
I imagine Camila moaning softly as I kiss the curve of her neck. I touch her breasts. Rub her nipples through the lace of the bra. Camila’s moans become louder. She slowly turns around, looks at me for a moment through those bedroom eyes, eyes filled with longing, then kisses me. She kisses with a wild desperation, with a need that equaled my own.
I rub the front of her damp panties. Her moans become more rapid. “Please,” she whimpers softly.
I kiss her while guiding her toward the bed, afraid that if I stop kissing her, stop touching her, she might change her mind. I continue to kiss her as I lean her back onto the bed. My hands shake as I pull down her panties and see her perfect, wet pussy for the first time.
I want to see more of her. I kiss her again as I find the clasp of her bra. She lifts her arms as I pull her bra off. I cup her breasts, rub her nipples with my thumbs, and nibble her neck. She rocks against my leg, needing to be touched. I give her what she needs. I kiss her deeply as I touch her clit for the first time, as I begin to rub it.
She cries out in amazement at my touch. “Oh my god!”
Camila wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down for a kiss. I kiss those full, soft lips as she rocks against my fingers. She abruptly stops kissing me and very timidly, reaches out to touch my breast. She glances at me shyly and tries to go under my shirt. I take off my shirt and bra for her. I take her hand and guide it over my breast. I inhale sharply as her hand grazes my nipple.
When I’m satisfied she can handle it, I stand and quickly take off my pants and panties. I look into her eyes and see in them a mixture of shyness, desire, and uncertainty. I don’t want to overwhelm her, so I lay on my side next to her.
My focus is on her pleasure. I want her to get lost in it. I want her to forget everything else, all her preoccupations, and let herself enjoy the feelings I bring her.
I smile at her and she shyly returns my smile. I kiss her slowly, taking my time with her, but she returns my kiss with forceful desire. I give her what she wants and begin rubbing her clit, causing her to moan against my lips. I stop kissing her but let my lips hover closely to hers, feeling her hot breath against mine.
Then I kiss her chin, then her neck, and then the top of her left breast. I half-kiss, half-nibble, my way down her breast until I reach her nipple. I bite it gently. She whines to me, “Yes.”
With my free hand, I pinch her right nipple and nibble her left. She grinds against my hand and says, “You’re going to make me cum.”
“Don’t cum yet,” I reply, “I want to taste you.”
I stop rubbing her clit. She pleads for me not to stop, but I ignore her and kiss my way down her stomach until I reached her vagina. I smell her intoxicating aroma, before taking her clit into my mouth. She arches her back and grabs my hair in her fists as the pleasure mounts. I push two fingers into her pussy and begin fucking her with them.
She writhes about. She tells me she can’t take anymore, but I don’t let up. I work her clit and add two fingers to her pussy. I feel her pussy tightening on my fingers. Finally, she cries out, “Oh my god…I’m going to cum.” And then I feel her pussy pulsate around my fingers.
I slowly remove my fingers. She watches me through heavy-lidded eyes as I suck the cum off three of my fingers. I save the last for her.
“It’s your turn,” I say as I put my finger in front of her mouth.
She very obediently sucks the cum off my finger.
I lay down on my side next to her, watching her pant, admiring the curves of her body. I am not thinking of myself. Making her happy makes me happy.
But she surprises me. “I want to try,” she says quietly. She’s not looking at me. She’s staring at the ceiling and I’m not quite sure of what she said.
“Did you say ‘I want to try’?”
She doesn’t move though. I very gently lift her hand and put it on my breast and begin rubbing my own clit.
She surprises me again by pushing me onto my back. She mimics the sex I gave her, like a good student would. She kisses my chin, down my neck, and down my breast until she reaches nipple. She bites one nipple lightly and pinches the other.
I encourage and direct her. “Bite harder,” I say and moan when she obeys. I can’t stop smiling. I’m so very happy and kind of proud of her in a way.
Camila kisses down my body until she reaches my vagina. She takes my clit into her mouth and flicks it with tongue. I pull her hair back so I can see her pretty face buried in my pussy. She pushes her fingers into my pussy one at a time until she reached four fingers. The pleasure builds until she finally pushes me over the edge.
I lay there, enjoying the waves of pleasure flowing through my body as she slides her fingers out of me and licks my cum off each one. She presents one finger to me and I dutifully lick the cum off her finger.
She lays down next to me and holds my hand. “Did I do okay?” she asks.
I chuckle, “You did better than okay. You were fantastic.”
“When can we do it again?”
“Anytime you want.”
And then we’d cuddle and talk and fall asleep together. It’d be so beautiful.
“Hel-lo? Is anyone there?”
I’m startled back to reality. I look into Camila’s probing eyes.
“I’m sorry. I was just thinking about all the things I have to do at work.”
She sighs, “You’re always zoning out around me. It’s like you don’t care what I have to say.”
“I do care,” I reply apologetically, “You know how much I love you.”
“Yeah, I know. I love you too.”
And I wish she did. I wish she loved me the way I love her, but she doesn’t and I can live with that. I’d rather be friends with my unattainable dream girl rather than not have her in my life at all.