Romantic Gentle Femdom Sweet Beginnings
When a good friend finally gives in to their desires — would you reciprocate?
I heard the floorboards creak in the unfamiliar hallway.
I carefully lowered my book.
It was late, very late. I had assumed everyone else was asleep already.
The footsteps slowed to a halt outside my door.
There was a moment of hesitation — on both sides of the wooden frame.
I held my breath, willing your figure to step through my door. It could have been any of the six other people in the house, but I wanted it to be you.
Time passed slowly in my mind, slower than on my watch.
Finally, there was a gentle knock on the door — so soft, barely audible.
I took a deep breath, put my book down on the nightstand, and slipped out of bed.
It was a warm summer’s night, and I was scantily clothed. But I didn’t bother covering up before opening the door.
I twisted the handle and pushed the hallway into view.
Slowly, my view filled with you.
You smiled at me sheepishly, dimly lit by the light spilling from my bedside.
I wordlessly stepped aside and let you in, closing the door behind you.
I got back into bed while you remained awkwardly by the door.
You didn’t say anything, just stood there in your shorts and nightshirt, barefoot.
I pulled the covers away in invitation, looking at you expectantly.
You hesitated momentarily before closing the distance between the door and my bed.
I was so nervous.
In the four years I’ve known you, I have dreamt of this moment so many times. I’ve longed for you to acknowledge that you felt something, the way I did. You’ve had so many opportunities. So many drunken nights. So many sleepovers. So many friend holidays away. But you never broke character. Not until tonight.
I found your eyes as you sat down next to me. So close to me. I could feel you in my space. I felt your presence all the way to the pit of my stomach.
You kept my gaze, smiled softly with the corners of your beautiful mouth I’ve stared at so many times, and took my hand in yours.
This isn’t real, my mind screamed in silence. Why is he here? Why now? I…
Not a word was spoken between us.
Yet so much was said. In a moment that felt like an eternity, your eyes told me everything. Everything and nothing.
You squeezed my hand, pulled me even closer. Our faces were inches apart.
I didn’t dare breathe. No words came to express all the questions I had.
Silence. Silence and unbearable tension. Tension so thick, I could hear my own heartbeat.
Then –
You kissed me.
The distance between us dissipated as you gently placed your hand behind my neck and guided my lips to yours
I only pulled away when the little air I had left finally rendered me gasping for breath.
You smiled, keeping your face close as you watched me.
I didn’t know what to say. What to do. I was frozen in the most magical moment.
You put your head down on my chest.
Together, your body against mine, we lay down on the bed.
I put my arm over you, cradling you in my bosom.
You held me tight and closed your eyes, listening to my heart jump around in patterns.
I kissed your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. You smelled like you — my favorite smell. There were no words for the scents that made you you. I didn’t need any words.
Our breathing synced as you drifted to sleep in my arms.
There was no way I could sleep. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I wanted to remember every second of this moment. I wanted to remember what this felt like. I wanted to protect you.
Outside, the drawn cracked a lazy eye over the horizon.
**** TBC***
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