“Your turn?” I repeated, rolling my eyes. “You mean my turn to do… stuff… to you?”

  Deen nodded. “You’ve had your fun. I made sure that you’ve had your fun. Now, it’s my turn to have fun.” She patted the bed. “Come over. Fun, fun, fun.”

  “Wow, so you did all that expecting something in return?” I was just messing with her. I knew she wanted our banter ‘foreplay’. And I intended to return the favor; it could be a way for me to assert my dominance. I sat on the side of my bed. “That’s not very altruistic of you, you know? I thought we were friends. Isn’t there a saying that when you give, you shouldn’t expect something in return?”

  “Oh, come on, Erind!” She crawled closer to me and grabbed my arm, pulling me closer to her. “I’ve been waiting for this the whole day. I can’t take it anymore. Didn’t I do enough for you? I made you climax twice.”

  “And I thank you for that,” I said, grinning as I resisted her pull. She looked so pitiful, dropping all pretense of being cool. She was desperate for my touch, and I’d tease her a bit. “Still, aren’t you being too imposing?”

  “I even ate you out!”

  I jumped on Deen, pushing her down on the bed as I covered her mouth. “Don’t shout something like that!” I furiously whispered. “Are you insane? Mom’s just next door.”

  “Relax,” she mumbled against my palm. “My Guardian Angel didn’t warn me. Your mom didn’t hear us.”

  “And what was that about you eating me out? Are you expecting me to do the same?”

  Deen’s eyes darted left and right as she blushed. Then she looked up at me and feebly nodded.

  I let go of her mouth and held her chin, pushing it up. “Say it for me.”

  Deen’s eyes dilated. She understood the assignment—our roles were switching now. Her flushed neck signaled that she was turned on by the thought. “Eat me out…” She breathlessly squeaked.

  “Where’s the please?” Might as well continue with this bit.

  “Ple-please eat me…” Her breathing was shallow as she held my hand on her chin. She slowly moved my hand to her lips. She greedily sucked my thumb as she looked into my eyes. Her tongue was soft, coiling around my thumb. I supposed all tongues were soft. She tried to push my thumb deeper into her mouth, probably imagining it was something else.

  This freaking weirdo! I wanted to smack her head.

  I knew that she could be very dominant when at the helm, but now, she wanted to be the submissive one. Enjoyed it. She was even giving me puppy dog eyes, just begging for my attention while licking my fingers. I should’ve chosen a better best friend than a degenerate. People would never guess that this was the true Amber Deen Leska.

  I bet she’d kneel if I—that’s a great idea!

  “You really want me to do that?” I asked.

  Deen nodded. She started to nibble my finger.

  “What else do you want me to do?” I moved my thumb to the side of her mouth so she could speak, rubbing the inside of her left cheek.

  “I want… I want you to…” She mumbled something inaudible and blushed even harder, looking to the side.

  I hooked my thumb to the side of her lips and stretched her mouth wide open. “Speak up. I didn’t get that.”

  “I want you to… drink my juices too.”

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  I jerked back. I wanted to slap her so hard that it’d knock all the degeneracy away from her body. Her Guardian Angel would probably warn her about my incoming slap, but maybe she’d have some decency to accept the hit. There was no redeeming my best friend. She was too far gone, succumbing to pleasures of the flesh.

  Well, if Deen just wanted to enjoy life, no limitations at all, then I should also enjoy messing with her. I got off of her and stood at the edge of the bed.

  “Erind?” Deen asked. “Will you do it? Pretty please? Um, I did the same to you and—”

  I placed my hands on my hips. I’d drag this out and make her suffer. “You did all of that so you can throw it back at me?” Talk about toxic. I wondered how Deen was in her past relationships. Was she this manipulative, too? Wait… were we in a relationship? Friends with benefits? Something more?

  “N-no! That’s not what I meant. I did that because I wanted you to feel good. I-I’m just saying I hope you’d do the same for me, because we’re… best friends,” she finished lamely.

  “Best friends don’t eat each other out,” I said, holding back a giggle. She’s hopeless.

  “We do! I mean, that’s our thing. Well, I want it to be our bonding moment.”

  I wanted to slap her. What kind of universe was this that I was the normal one? I should’ve been very cautious of Deen if I knew she was this crazy. Good thing she hasn’t attacked me in my sleep. Yet. I wanted to make her understand that she wasn’t normal, but she probably didn’t care. Better just continue with my plan. “Tell you what, I’ll do all of that if you kneel.”

  “Wha-what?” Her eyes widened.

  I took a couple of steps back and pointed at the floor in front of me. "Kneel and beg for what you want.”

  Deen bowed her head to hide a smile. She was game for this play. Looking up, she had cleared her expression, putting on a submissive look. She was super red; one would think she had a high fever. I might be imagining it, but I could be hearing her heart beating so loud.

  She nodded once and dropped to her knees in front of me.

  “You’re still too tall,” I said, patting her head, which was around my boobs.

  “Do you want me to prostrate myself or something?”

  “Nah, this is fine. Now, beg.”

  “Please, please, please eat me out,” she said, using the most pitiful voice she could. She looked so hot that my heart skipped a beat. “I really, really need you to do it.” She shuffled her knees to move closer to me. She hugged my midsection and buried her head on my barely-there breasts before looking up at me again. “Please… Erind…”

  I was getting attracted to her despite myself. Looking all vulnerable and pathetic. “Open your mouth,” I said, threading my fingers across her golden locks. With both hands, I massaged her scalp.

  Clear from her eyes that she was wondering where this was going. There was also expectancy and excitement; her breathing was ragged. She complied, opening her mouth.

  I lowered my hands to the side of her face, pushing into her cheeks, parting her teeth inside more. “Open wider,” I said.

  She did. I bent down and licked her lips, going a full circle around her mouth. She kept her mouth open.

  Next, I ordered, “Deen, stick your tongue out. As far out as you can.”

  She did as I commanded. The tip of her tongue touched my shirt. I massaged her tongue with both thumbs while still holding her cheeks. I had seen this in a porn video before and wasn’t sure what this was supposed to do. I guess it looked hot or something? Deen seemed to be enjoying it, breathing rapidly through her mouth.

  I placed the index and middle finger of my right hand on her tongue. Gradually, I slid my fingers over her tongue and down her throat. Well, I didn’t really reach her throat because my fingers were short. Through all that, Deen kept her mouth open and her tongue out.

  I patted her head. “Good girl. And since you’re a good girl, I’m going to do what you’ve asked.” I bent down and hugged her. Then I threw her onto the bed and climbed on top of her. “Now, let’s—”

  “Wait!” Deen held my shoulders.

  “What is it now?”

  “Can I change what I’ve asked of you?”

  “Huh? That’s not allowed.”

  “Why not?” She tapped my nose. “Is that written down anywhere? You should have an exchange policy.”

  I didn’t know how to deal with her. One moment, she was putty in my hands. Then, she suddenly turned into this. Whatever idea she had, I was sure she was up to no good. “Exchange policy? This isn’t a department store.”

  “Fine, I’ll beg again if that’s what you want. I’m going to change my wish.”

  “Wish? I’m not a fairy godmother. What is it you want anyway?”

  Deen came closer and whispered. “Can we… pretend to be sisters?”