My BFF's Sister, page 1
My BFF’s Sister
A Hot Lesbian Romance
The Friends to Lovers Series
by
Reba Bale
MY BFF’S SISTER
© 2021 by Reba Bale
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This book is a work of fiction intended for mature audience only. Any resemblance to events, locations, businesses, or actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All activities depicted occur between consenting characters 18 years or older who are not blood related.
About This Book
Her best friend’s sister is strictly off-limits, especially when her friend has no idea that her little sister is a lesbian.
Jewel is back from a long stint in the Peace Corps and ready to start her new life back in her hometown. She’s ready to come out to her family and live life without apology.
A chance encounter with her sister’s best friend Alice brings back memories of her childhood crush. Alice still sees her as the pesky kid sister, but Jewel is all grown up now and knows exactly how to take what she wants – and she wants Alice.
Can Jewel convince Alice to take a chance on love, even if it may destroy her longest friendship?
“My BFF’s Sister” is book two in the “Friends to Lovers” romantic novella series. Each book in the series is a steamy standalone featuring an LGBTQ couple making the leap from friends to lovers.
This book includes explicit sexual activity between consenting adults. It is intended for mature audiences only.
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Disclaimer
Disclaimer
Jewel
Alice
Jewel
Alice
Jewel
Alice
Jewel
Alice
Jewel
Epilogue – Alice
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Jewel
I walked into the crowded bar, my eyes scanning for my friends. I was meeting several old pals for a “welcome back” party at a local bar that was a popular meeting place. The place was jam packed with young professionals having a few drinks after work.
I was just back from my second tour in the Peace Corps and looking forward to catching up with old friends I hadn’t seen in four years. I had loved my time in the Peace Corps, but it was good to be home.
“Jewel!”
I heard my name and waved before heading over to where three of my best friends from college were seated, a pitcher of margaritas already sitting in the middle of the table. After a round of hugs I sat down and grasped the sweaty margarita that was pushed in my direction. I took a sip, my tongue darting out to swipe at the salty rim. I sighed happily. Mmm. It was delicious. I had really missed margaritas while I was in Africa. And bars too, for that matter.
I scanned the clientele and noticed that it was almost exclusively women. “Is this a lesbian bar?” I asked my friends.
“Not technically,” my friend Janice replied. “But it’s mostly us dykes who hang out here.”
I nodded in appreciation as I eyed all the good-looking women who were in here. That was another thing I had missed while I was in Africa—the ability to be open about my sexuality.
Having grown up in in the LGBTQ friendly city of Seattle, it had been a difficult adjustment living in a country where being gay was not only frowned on, but also illegal. My work in the Peace Corps had been rewarding and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world but hiding my true self had been exhausting.
Speaking of hiding my true self...now that I was back in the States, I really needed to come out to my family. I was pretty sure they suspected that I dated women, but my despite my never bringing any boys home we had never really talked about it. My older sister was cool, but my parents were pretty religious.
Even so, it would probably be fine. My sister’s best friend had been out since college and my parents treated her like she was a second daughter, so they weren’t totally homophobic. But still, I had put off that conversation for as long as I could.
I felt someone staring at me and looked up. The woman looked just like Alice, my older sister’s best friend. Our eyes met and held until recognition dawned in the other woman’s eyes. Yes, this was definitely Alice. That was weird, I’d just been thinking about her and suddenly she appeared.
I excused myself and walked over to the other table. “Alice? Is that you?”
Alice stood up and pulled me into a warm hug. She smelled good, something citrusy.
“Oh my god Jewel!” she exclaimed. “I heard you were coming back but I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
Probably because this is a lesbian hangout, I thought wryly.
Alice pulled back and looked at me slowly from head to toe. Her gaze traveled from my well-worn jeans, slung low over my narrow hips, up to my plain black tank, which did nothing to hide my small perky breasts and intricate arm tattoos.
My nipples, unencumbered by a bra, hardened as Alice’s gaze lingered there just a moment longer than was acceptable. I felt a rush of arousal, and my nipples poked out to greet her. Alice seemed to shake herself before looking back up to my face with a look of wonder.
“You’ve really grown up,” Alice remarked. “Last time I saw you, you were just a gangly teenager. But now....”
“I’m 26 now,” I reminded her. “I’ve been grown up for a while now.”
I’d known Alice almost my whole life. She was best friends with my older sister Maya. They were both seven years older than me and had been friends all through middle school and high school, then they had been roommates in college. I had always been the pesky little sister, trying to follow them around and annoy them.
I knew that Maya and Alice were still good friends, although Maya lived about an hour away from Seattle now. Maya mentioned Alice often when we talked.
Alice looked good, I noted, really good. Her normally wavy brown hair was straightened into a sleek professional curtain. Large brown eyes were bright against her milky white skin. She had large breasts, a trim waist, and a muscular ass.
Yet there was something wild about her. Even in her black pencil skirt and white blouse, something about her screamed Amazon warrior, not boring thirty-three year old aerospace executive.
“I’ve followed your adventures on your blog,” Alice told me. “I love your writing, it’s very engaging. I’m glad you had such a great experience in the Peace Corps.”
I nodded, feeling pleased at her praise. “It was an incredible experience,” I confirmed. “But I was ready to come home to Seattle.”
I looked past Alice to the empty table that held a single glass of wine.
“Are you waiting for a date?” I asked.
Alice nodded. “I was supposed to meet someone here, but they just texted to cancel. I was going to finish up my wine and head home.”
She nodded towards my friends. “I see you are here with your friends, so I won’t keep you. But let me give you my number. Just give me a call if you need anything with your sister not being close anymore.”
I programmed Alice’s number into my phone, then shot her a quick text to ensure that Alice had my number as well. We stood there awkwardly for a long moment, just looking at each other, and the air around us suddenly felt charged. It was all I could do not to grab Alice and kiss her.
When I was a teen she’d had a huge crush on Alice, even before I fully understood that I was a lesbian. I remembered when Maya told me in passing that Alice had come out to her right after they’d graduated from college. Suddenly those feelings that I’d had for Alice had made more sense. That was the day I accepted that I was also gay.
I had forgotten about the crush until right this minute, when it came rushing back to me with a vengeance. I’d never felt such an immediate and intense attraction to someone before. But it wasn’t like I could do anything about it right now.
“Nice to see you Alice,” I told her with a smile.
Alice looked almost dazed for a minute.
“Hope to see you soon,” I called over my shoulder as I headed back to my friends.
“Who was that?” my friend Janice asked the second I got back to the table.
“Alice. She’s my sister’s best friend,” I responded, carefully keeping my tone neutral.
“She’s freaking hot.”
I nodded and took a sip of my margarita.
“Yeah no kidding. I had a huge crush on her when I was a kid. I don’t think she had any idea though. She was still dating boys then, and I was just the pesky little sister.”
Janice smiled. “Well, the way she was looking you up and down, I don’t think she’s thinking about you like a sister anymore.”
I looked at my old friend curiously. “Really? I could have sworn there was a vibe but then I thought maybe I was imagining it. Reliving a childhood crush or something.”
“Oh
Alice
I walked into my apartment, my mind completely preoccupied with thoughts of Jewel. And those pert nipples poking through her tight tank top.
What was wrong with me? Ever since I had seen Jewel in that bar I hadn’t been able to stop thinking of her. When our eyes had connected I had felt a strong surge of lust, unlike anything I had felt before, strong enough that I’d nearly fell over.
But then I had recognized that it was Jewel. My best friend’s baby sister. Someone I had known since she was a toddler chasing after us with a stuffed bear in her hand. That should have been a wet blanket on my attraction, but I was ashamed to say realizing who the hot young woman staring at me was did nothing to dampen my lust.
But Jewel wasn’t that little kid trying to annoy us anymore. She was all woman. But it wasn’t just that she was Maya’s sister. Jewel was also seven years younger than me. I felt like a lecherous old woman lusting after her like that.
I wondered idly if Jewel was a lesbian. Maya had never said anything, so if she was, I was pretty sure she hadn’t come out to her family yet. Still, I’d definitely gotten an “interested” vibe from her. Maybe it was wishful thinking, but I could have sworn that Jewel had been checking me out in the restaurant. And her friends had seemed super interested in my when she’d returned to their table, more than a passing interest in who their friend was talking about.
It’d bee a long day. Work had been a nightmare and then the woman I’d met on a dating site had canceled at the last minute, leaving me sitting alone in a bar. And then that meeting with Jewel. I was feeling a bit unsettled.
I dropped my purse by the door and walked quickly towards my bedroom, shedding clothes as I went. Without conscious thought, I eased myself onto my bed and reached into the bedside table for my vibrator. I’d been hoping to get lucky tonight and instead left frustrated. I needed to take the edge off.
I closed my eyes, remembering how Jewel’s perky tits pointed out at me from beneath her tight black tank top. I loved it when a woman’s breasts fit easily in my palms. I slid my fingers between my slick folds, my breath quickening as I made contact with my sensitive flesh.
It couldn’t hurt to fantasize about my friend’s little sister, could it? After all, Jewel was technically an adult now, and had been for some time. No one would know.
I turned on the vibrator, slowly moving it up and down my already wet slit, then circling it firmly around my clit. I brought my other had up to pinch my nipple, pulling it long before circling it roughly and pinching it again. I wondered if Jewel liked to have her nipples played with. If she would cry out if I brought those perky nipples between my teeth and bit down.
I closed my eyes and focused the vibrator on my engorged clit, imagining it was Jewel touching me there. My hips rolled against the vibrator, and I moaned loudly, seeking deeper contact. I slid it into my channel, pumping it in and out while I tapped my clit with my fingers.
“Mm, Jewel,” I sighed. In my mind’s eye I saw Jewel’s dark head between my thighs, licking me, gripping my thighs, and bringing me to orgasm with her talented tongue. In my imagination there was no doubt that Jewel was talented at oral.
My orgasm came quickly. My entire body vibrated, and my mouth opened in a silent scream as I rolled on the bed. Slick heat dripped out of me as I came, my hips jerking wildly as I visualized Jewel bringing me to completion. My orgasm seemed to go on forever before I sank into the mattress with a happy sigh.
I waited for the recriminations to hit me as I came down from my orgasm. I knew I should be ashamed of fantasizing about Jewel, but I couldn’t bring myself to worry too much.
It had been a long time since I had dated anyone. It was a bummer that my date tonight had canceled. Hopefully we could reschedule. Maybe I just needed to get out there and find myself a relationship. I had been alone too long, that had to be why I’d had such a strong reaction to Jewel.
Yet when I fell into an exhausted sleep, Jewel haunted my dreams. Even still, I was surprised to see a text from Jewel the following day.
Jewel: Hey there. Any chance you’re free for dinner tomorrow?
Alice: Sure, I have to work until 6, I could meet you somewhere after.
Jewel: Do you want to go home to change first? I can meet you at your house if you prefer.
Alice: No that’s not necessary. If you don’t mind coming downtown we can meet near my office.
Jewel: I don’t mind. I’m not working right now so I have time.
Alice: Do you like middle eastern food? If yes, how about we meet at Tangier at 6:15?
Jewel: It’s a date. I’ll wear something cute. (Winking emoji)
I was unaccountably excited by the last text. Quit being weird, I scolded myself. This isn’t an actual date. She’s a kid. She probably wants advice on finding a job or something.
Yet when I went to bed that night and fingered myself to orgasm for the second night in a row, it was Jewel’s name that fell from my lips.
Jewel
I was waiting for Alice outside of Tangier promptly at 6:15.
Knowing that Alice was coming from work, I’d dressed up a bit, not wanting to embarrass her by showing up in ripped jeans and a tank top. I’d gone with a form-fitting floral dress that stopped a couple of inches above the knee and had a built-in bra that made the most of my modest cleavage. I’d paired the outfit with chunky heels and a bit of make-up to highlight my brown eyes.
I tried not to analyze the fact that I’d spent so much time getting ready for our date. I’d literally thought of nothing else all day.
Alice came rushing up, looking every inch the busy professional in another pencil skirt and blouse combination and sensible black pumps. Today her hair was pulled back in a conservative bun. She looked like every dirty office fantasy I’d ever had. I wanted nothing more than to pull the pins out of her hair and grip it in my fist while I spanked her over a desk. Then I would lick her sweet pussy from behind until she came all over my face.
God, I hoped Alice liked it rough and dirty like I did.
I leaned in to give Alice a hug, purposely pressing my breasts firmly against the older woman and holding the hug a tad bit longer than was necessary. I heard her sharp intake of breath with satisfaction and when we pulled apart, Alice’s pupils were wide. Clearly I wasn’t the only one affected.
Thank god, because I’d been fantasizing about her non-stop since I’d seen her at the bar.
We were seated at a table in the back corner, thanks to me specifically requesting a private table when I’d made the reservation. I was planning to make my move tonight and I didn’t want an audience for our conversation.
“What are you having?” Alice asked we perused the menu. I had a sense that Alice was trying to keep some distance between us.
“How about we share some mezza?” I suggested. I loved the sampler that included a bit of everything and sharing food was incredibly intimate. “And a bottle of wine.”
“Sounds good.”
We chatted easily while we waited for the food to arrive. I kept the conversation general so that Alice would relax. She seemed a bit tense but loosened up as she told me more about her current job. I shared some stories from my time in the Peace Corps, loving the feeling of making Alice laugh. She had a great smile.
The entire time we talked I could feel the vibration of awareness between us. Every time our gazes would snare the heat between us would ratchet up.
We both reached for a piece of flat bread at the same time, our fingers touching in the middle. Neither of us moved, frozen in place. Alice stared at our hands, her brow wrinkled in confusion, until I moved my hand back.
“I didn’t invite you out just to catch up,” I began. I waited for her to meet my eyes.
“Oh. Did you want job search advice or something?” Alice asked curiously. I wondered if she was really this clueless about what was happening between us, or if this was all denial.
I put my fork down and leaned in a bit. “I thought I felt a vibe between us the other night,” I began. “And my friends thought you were checking me out.”
