The path from the kitchen to the bedroom is an obstacle course. Every step of the way, a piece of clothing hits the ground with the most satisfying *thud*. A scarf. A shoe. A bracelet. Another shoe. And then my belt.
We pause and give each other the wildest grins as we officially cross the point of no return.
Carrying her with those legs still fastened around my waist, her hands clawing at my back, those strawberry blonde curls tickling my neck, and our lips fused together, we navigate this minefield, stumble into my room, and finally collapse onto the bed.
I’m dizzy from the glee, from the smell of her perfume, from the sight of that porcelain skin becoming more flushed by the second. She straddles me as my hands find their way into her blouse and start to explore that silky skin I’ve always dreamed of.
“How long have you wanted this?” she asks me, breathily.
“Longer than you can fucking imagine”, I respond.
But before that final switch is flipped and my morals are turned off for good, the last functioning brain cell lights up. I wince from this interruption to my soul. But I manage to get the words out:
“You’re…you’re *absolutely* sure you want to do this, ri—“
“*Yes*”, she interrupts, grabbing my face with both hands and forcing me to look directly into her eyes. “Are you?”
“I just don’t want to make things difficult for you. I *definitely* don’t want to make things difficult for Lydia. I don’t—“
“You’re not, I promise. This never happened, okay?” Her hands start to trace the outline of my pants, searching for the bulge that formed an eternity ago—and now I’m reciting and destroying my morals all at once.
“You might change your mind later”, I start to reason, writhing beneath her. “You could decide one day that this happened after all. You—“
I short-circuit. Down come my pants, and before I know it, she’s firmly grasping my cock with both hands. I don’t think I’ve ever been this rock-hard in my life. She’s looking at me, looking at what awaits her, looking at what she’s responsible for.
“Is that because of me?” she asks, coyly.
“Yeah”, I respond, my demeanor completely transformed. “That’s all you. You did that.”
She begins to stroke me harder. “And what do you want me to do now?”
I close my eyes, sigh, and completely give in:
“What I’ve always dreamed of.”
She takes me deep into her mouth, wasting no time. Lips sealed tightly around the head, tongue flicking at it like the wings on a hummingbird. One shockwave hits my body. Then another. It’s finally sinking in, and her moans leave zero doubt that it’s the same for her. My body’s jerking from side to side as she drenches me with her saliva, taking me deeper with each suck, both hands firmly fastened around the shaft and twisting rhythmically.
“I knew you’d be good”, I whisper, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. “I *knew* it”.
My morals are long-gone, but my bedroom etiquette remains. I need to tell her how much I appreciate this, starting by appreciating the warm body entangled with mine.
I rip off what’s left of her blouse and start to unhook her bra while she continues to take me deeper down her throat. She keeps her mouth on me as she wiggles out of her leggings, then scoots to the end of the bed before leaping off. She turns her back to me, slowly bends forward, and lets the final piece of clothing separating us—the tiniest black thong—hit the floor.
She stands there in all her glory, grabs my arm, and guides it to her breasts…small, but perfect for her chiseled figure. Her nipples are the lightest pink.
She then takes my other hand and draws them both together to her slim waist…guiding them around, and then planting them firmly on her ass.
And that’s when I start to feel myself leaving my body. I wince again—not from any leftover morals trying to intervene, but from something feeling *so* good, it’s almost painful. Those silky, soft curves that I almost destroyed my brain trying to picture so many times before. They’re mine. She’s *letting* them be mine.
The room spins and I feel myself start to physically float to the ceiling. I involuntarily blurt out:
“Wait! Not yet! I need to stay here!”
Whoops. Before she has time to shoot me a confused glance, I regain my composure, grab her waist, and toss her back on the bed.
“I need to stay here…and make *you* feel good now”, I tell her, our eyes locked.
I start to part her legs, and…fuck. What? How is that even possible?
She’s fucking *soaking*. I’ve never seen someone this wet before. Not even close.
“And that”, she says, giggling. “Is because of *you*.”
I don’t even wait. She didn’t tease me, and I owe her the same. I dive right in. I slide one finger, then two, deep inside her. They’re completely drenched, as expected. I curve them upward while my tongue dances on her clit in a frenzy. She keeps her grip on my hair.
My tongue runs up and down, side to side, in circles, in zig-zags…anything whatsoever to make her feel what she’s making me feel. I raise my head for a brief second.
“Just tell me if it’s too much or not enough, okay?”
She pushes me right back down and her grip tightens. I keep one hand there to continue fingering her as my other hand makes its way back up to her tits. Rubbing, pinching, twisting each nipple while my tongue works furiously on her clit. She releases her grip and grabs the nearest pillow.
“*Don’t…you fucking…stop…*”, she manages to gasp out before stuffing her face into the pillow and screaming bloody murder. It’s either one long orgasm or several small ones in a row. I can’t tell. Time lost its meaning ages ago.
She collapses and just lays there, shaking and whimpering. She instinctively grabs my hand and sucks on my finger. I don’t even have to guess the next words out of her pretty little mouth.
“Fuck me. *Now.*”
I get up on my knees and start rubbing my throbbing cock, still drenched in her saliva, against her clit. She, of course, won’t stand for that. She grabs my waist and pulls me deep inside her.
Every inch that passes into her elicits a louder scream. I thrust myself in as deep as humanly possible and I hold it for what I want to feel like an eternity for her.
I pull myself all the way out, slowly as possible, before thrusting my way back in at full speed, holding it once more.
“Stay there”, she pleads. “Stay *right…there*…” The pillow’s out of reach. She cums again, screaming her head off.
“…just like the good little slut you are”, I blurt out, failing to realize I just completed my inner monologue out loud. Again.
Oh *fuck*. Did I really just say that? No. Fuck.
Her body freezes. I’m prepared for the worst. I deserve it.
“Can you please say that again?” she asks.
I’m a deer in the headlights. “You mean…”
“Call me a slut. Tell me how fucking slutty I am.”
“Okay”, I say. “As long as you tell me how awful I am for doing this. Deal?”
She nods, and I thrust myself back into her.
“Fuck me hard, you perverted piece of shit.”
I wrap her legs around my waist, pin her arms against the wall, and start pounding her relentlessly.
“Like that, you little fucking whore? Like that? You *know* you’re not supposed to be doing this either, right?”
She locks her legs around me even tighter and says between moans: “You’re supposed to be the responsible one. And now look at you: fucking your daughter’s friends! You should be ashamed of yourself. *Look at you*.”
I grab her by the neck. “Look at *you*, you insatiable little slut. Look at me. You’re *never* going to get fucked this hard again.”
That’s the farthest we’re able to carry on our act before we feel our bodies starting to tense up.
“Keep going”, she pleads. “I want us to cum at the same time.”
My head is buried in her shoulder and my hands are grabbing her ass from underneath while her legs stay wrapped around my waist. Her fingers are digging into me hard enough to draw blood as I pound her harder. And harder. And—
“Cum in me”, she begs. “*Now*”.
I erupt inside her. One explosion after another. She climaxes at the same time, her violent shaking jerking more and more cum out of me, filling her up so much that I can already feel it oozing out of her.
I collapse next to her. Both our bodies are quivering. A well-timed breeze from outside my bedroom window finds its way in and elicits a collective shiver. We grip each other tightly. The room is spinning. Our worlds are spinning.
The words fail to leave my mouth—I completely blew my voice out after exploding inside her. I peer over at the mirror in the corner. My cheeks aren’t just flushed, they’re the darkest red. I must’ve burst some blood vessels during my orgasm.
Something catches her eye as her head lays on my shoulder while she’s stroking my chest.
“Is…is that my curling iron over there?”
“Yeah”, I reply hoarsely. I give her a smile. She smiles back.
“I figured it would be here somewhere.”
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/c0kj9y/the_curling_iron_or_how_my_daughters_friend_and_i
Phenomenal! Do you plan to continue this or is it just going to be a one-shot?
Can’t wait to read more from you! ?
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Wow my first review was bullshit but that was on point wow