Secret Admirer

Jade sits on the edge of her bed, an envelope with her name on it resting beside her. She fidgets, fingers trembling as she rips it open and pulls the folded note free. The handwriting curves soft and pretty, flowery yet clear. She reads it out loud, voice cracking just enough to give her nerves away. "Dear Jade, I hope I one day get enough courage to send you this letter… although, obviously, if you’re reading this, I already have! I’ve been in love with you for as long as I can remember but was always too scared to tell you. To be honest, I don’t even know if you would consider having a relationship with another girl but I need to take the chance to tell you how I feel. I just wanted to let you know that I think you’re amazing and wish every day that I could hold you in my arms. Now that we’re both 18, I admit that I think about doing a little MORE than just kissing your lips… Hope to hear your angelic voice soon, Your Secret Admirer XOXO." "Who… I don’t recognize the number or the handwriting," Jade whispers, stunned. "Never had a secret admirer before." She snatches her phone, dials Kenzie. "Hey, can you come over? I need to show you something. Thanks, see you soon." Kenzie arrives quick, settles on the couch, eyes curious. Jade hands her the letter. Kenzie studies the penmanship for a beat. "What’s this?" She reads in silence, cheeks blooming red, then blurts, "Oh wow." "It’s sweet," Kenzie says. "Kinda hot, too. She wants you, bad." A pause. "You gonna call her?" Jade exhales. She feels that hidden spark igniting deep in her chest—the idea of another girl suddenly feels electric, intoxicating. "Yeah. Gotta find out who she is." She taps the number. Her ringtone blares—Kenzie’s phone rings in her pocket. Jade drops her hand, disbelief on her face. "You?" Kenzie grabs Jade’s trembling fingers. "I’ve wanted you forever. Was too scared to say it." Jade’s breathing hard now. Her thighs press together; the tension inside her cracks open, raw and urgent. They crush together, mouths desperate, tongues tangling. Shirts hit the floor. Kenzie palms Jade’s small, stiff nipples and groans, sucking each hard peak before pushing her back onto the cushions. Jade slides her fingers between Kenzie’s slick folds, discovering just how soaked her friend is. They strip the rest of the way, panting, bodies flushed. Kenzie presses her bare cunt against Jade’s, pussy lips kissing and sliding, juices streaking their thighs. They grind hard, hips snapping, swollen clits rubbing fast and tight until both girls shake through sharp, wet climaxes. Breathless, they collapse together, no longer best friends—now lovers, hungry for every filthy thing they’ve kept hidden.