My best friends boobs

I still can’t stop replaying that night. We were back at her place after the bar, both of us very tipsy. She was laughing too hard at something stupid I said, then suddenly she just pulled her shirt and bra up like it was nothing. “Feel them,” she said, grabbing my wrists and pressing my hands onto her. They were warm and soft and heavier than I expected, nipples already tight under my palms. I should’ve laughed it off and pulled away. Instead I just… stayed. Squeezed a little. Felt the way they filled my hands. My face felt like it lit on fire. I kept my expression neutral, tried to think of something witty to say, but inside I could feel my pussy throbbing so hard it almost hurt. She was completely oblivious to my arousal, still giggling, intoxicated. I dropped my hands the second she let go and pretended I needed another drink just so I could turn away and press my thighs together. I barely slept. The next morning I locked myself in the bathroom, hand shoved down my underwear, and came harder than I have in months just from replaying the weight of her tits in my palms and the look on her face when she made me touch them. It felt so fucking good and so wrong at the same time. I’ve always been into guys. Like, really into them. This doesn’t change that. I’m not spiraling about sexual identity or what it “means.” It was one drunk night with my best friend and my body just… reacted. I’m trying not to overthink it but fuck, I can still feel them if I close my eyes.