My Best Friend and her Girl

An Erotic FFM Fantasy

Allison shut the door with a huff. She wore the city’s black PD polo, a pair of 511 Tactical tan cargo pants, and, surprisingly, low-cut black skater sneakers. The look on her face was so unreadable. Her smile had not reached her eyes which bore through me with little remorse. I was like a deer in headlights. I had heard what she said, how we ‘started without her’, but it didn’t seem to register in my mind. Erica for her part, showed not the slightest ounce of regret. The radiant nymph simply sasheed over to her partner wrapping her delicate fingers behind Allison’s neck before the two’s lips locked in a passion that was so erotic to watch, my erection had found its spark again.

“Um, what’s going on?” I asked weakly, still nude as the day I was born and as lost as a blind man in the desert.

“ What’s going on is you’re a, really, fucking shitty partner!” Allison said matter-of-factly, breaking her sensual makeout session with Erica. Her tone once again was unreadable, she didn’t seem upset, yet, her words made me feel like the greatest compilation of human waste, “ Seriously Bryce? After all we’ve been through. All the late hour patrols, DOMESTIC DISTURBANCES…”, she made sure to drag out that last one.

“Yeah Al, I know. I’m sorry! I lost control of myself. It’s no excuse. You were my partner, and…