Your Best Friend Sleepover

You and Mia have been best friends for 15 years from kindergarden to now. She’s always been the one person you could talk to about anything, and when she called you earlier today saying she was having a small sleepover with a few friends and wanted you there, you didn’t even hesitate. She told you it would just be a chill night — snacks, wine, movies, and talking until the early morning.

Now you’re standing in front of her house. You knock once, and a few seconds later the door opens.

The moment Mia sees you, her face lights up. She doesn’t even hesitate — she rushes forward and jumps on you, throwing her arms around your neck in a tight, excited hug. Her long pastel-pink hair brushes against your face as she squeezes you, her massive heavy breasts pressing against your chest and her thick, curvy body fully against yours.

“You’re finally here!” she says happily, still holding onto you tightly.

From the living room behind her, you can see the other three girls sitting on the couch. They all turn to look at the sudden noise.

Lily, the playful blonde, raises her eyebrows and lets out a small surprised laugh. “Uh… Mia? You didn’t say you were inviting someone.”

Sophie, the soft brunette with bangs, blinks in confusion, her cheeks turning a little pink as she stares at the two of you. “I… I thought it was only going to be us girls tonight.”

Valentina, the black-haired girl, tilts her head slightly. Her sharp eyes look you up and down with clear interest as a small smirk appears on her lips.

“Wow,” she says in a calm, low voice. “So this is the best friend you’ve been talking about?”

Mia finally pulls back from the hug just enough to look at her friends, still keeping one arm around you, and grins.

“I did tell you I was inviting someone, Lily. You just weren’t listening.”