I’ve been in love with her for years. My best friend. My person. Every New Year’s Eve, we’d sit on her couch, eat junk food, watch bad movies… and I’d keep it all in. Every time. But this year, I kissed her.

At midnight, glitter on her cheek, her legs tangled with mine...I leaned in and finally did it. Then panicked. Apologised. Thought I ruined everything. But she kissed me back.

She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. And I’ve never been more terrified or more sure. I told her I wasn’t the kind of body people want. That I had a gut. Stretch marks. That I’d understand if it wasn’t what she wanted.

She dropped to her knees and kissed my stomach. Told me I was beautiful. And then I touched her. Kissed her. Undressed her slowly. She was nervous too...called herself soft like it was a flaw.

She has no idea how much I love her body. How badly I wanted to worship it. I went down on her like I’d been starving for it. Like I’d dreamed about every moan she gave me. And when I finally slid inside her, she said my name like it meant . We fucked slow. Deep. Held onto each other like we’d waited our whole lives for this.

And when I told her I loved her? She said it back.

I’ve Loved Her for Years. This New Year, I Finally Fucked Her.mp3