Crossing Limits with My Friend On bed

I never saw this coming. My friend and I have shared countless nights together — sleepovers, late-night movies — but this time, something felt different. It was past midnight, and we were half asleep in the same bed, our limbs tangled under the covers. Out of nowhere, I heard her soft moans. Confused and a little curious, I propped myself up on one elbow and realized she had her hand between her legs, fingers sliding over her pussy while she dozed.

My breath caught in my throat. She was so wet that I could see the faint shine of it in the dim light. Each time her fingers stroked her clit, her mouth parted, releasing another quiet moan. The sight of her nipples hardening through her thin tank top made my own body pulse with heat. Part of me thought I should look away — this was personal, something she wasn’t fully aware of me seeing. But I couldn’t. I was too turned on, too mesmerized by the rhythm of her hand.

Suddenly, she stirred, blinking awake. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. Instead of pulling away in embarrassment, she seemed to register my presence with a low gasp. Her voice trembled when she whispered my name, like she was asking if this was okay. My heart pounded, and I let instinct guide me.

I leaned forward, brushing my lips across hers. It was a tentative kiss at first, a question. She answered by pulling me closer, one hand cupping my face, the other still resting near her pussy, her fingers coated in her slick. I could taste the heat on her breath…