“Hey Amy, what’s taking so long?” I shout up the stairs. It’s already 7.30 and I don’t want to remind her yet again what time the film is starting. I know the film won’t start exactly at 8pm but I can’t help myself. I get agitated when I’m late for things, even more so when it’s not my doing. Having known Amy since primary school, I’m very used to her ability to make a simple trip to the cinema a whole bother. Back in high school, our friends would always tease us, hypothesising how cute it would be when we ‘finally got together’ but moments like these reminded me why I had buried any crushing feelings I had had for her when we had gone our separate ways for college. Now only 6 months later she was even more disorganised, not that I could blame her. Every time we’ve seen each other since the start of the school year she’s seemed absent minded and jittery. She’s always so kind and we’d been thick as thieves all through our adolescence, but recently she’s been distant. I don’t want to pile more stress on her so I just sit at her kitchen counter, tapping my fingers nervously. I glance at my phone again, hearing a loud thud from upstairs. I’m not sure if it’s concern or boredom that drives me but I head up the carpeted steps, kicking my shoes off as I walk.
“Amy, everything alright?” I ask, leaning against the banister outside her bedroom. The door still has ‘say the passwerd to enter’ scrawled on it from when we used to make pillow forts in her room during sleepovers.
“I’m in here.” Amy’s voice is muffled, and she sounds irritated. I walk down the hall and knock loudly
“Hey hurry up, we’re gonna be late” I nearly shout through the door. It’s slightly ajar now, she must have forgotten to close the door properly
“Yeah just a sec, I’m getting ready” she responds. Had she not been doing this for the last 20 minutes I would have been placated by that response.
“What could possibly take so long?” I ask in a tone that is heading towards anger.
“Can you just be patient, christ it’s like you just met me or something” she throws back, sounding quite aggrieved. I knock again just to annoy her, harder than I mean and the door swings open further.
I recoil in shock when I see Amy, full make-up and hair up neatly in a bun, with her breasts spilling out of her bra, dressed in nothing more than a black thong and sheer leggings. I’d been her friend since we were eight, and had seen her develop alongside me through the years, but nothing could have prepared me for this sight. Her pale, perky breasts hung freely, her nipples seemingly hard. Her stomach was toned but soft, something I had never dared put though to. I’ve always thought she had a nice ass, but that is not something you can tell your best friend. Her leggings cling to her curves, her thong nestled deep between her plump cheeks. Her eyes are wide when they meet mine, and she swats the door closed.
“Oh my god I’m so sorry.“ my face is red and my dick is swelling as I apologise, trying to adjust myself in case it gets worse.
“No, I didn’t realise I hadn’t closed it” argues Amy timidly. I take a deep breath.
“What were you even doing in there?” I ask, confused how after 20 minutes of getting ready she’s barely dressed. I don’t hear a response for a few seconds.
“I’ve been having a bit of a dry spell recently” she starts awkwardly. I can hear her taking shaky breaths through the door. “I was trying to alleviate some stress” she says, trying to sound casual but I can tell she’s mortified. I let out a big laugh, in disbelief that this is actually happening.
“Why are you laughing?” She huffs, and the thought of her crossing her arms in her state makes me impossibly hard.
“We’re all human Ames, you could have just told me and I’d have left you to it” I remark, all thoughts of tonight’s movie out the window.
“Well it’s just embarrassing, I don’t want to talk about that stuff with you.” Her voice is timid again, but I have to point out the irony.
“But you will finger yourself while I’m mere metres away?” She doesn’t respond, at least not until the door swings open. She’s in a dressing gown now, her face flushed.
“You’re gonna have to stop talking like that” she says sternly. She looks serous now, her delicate features folding into a stony expression. I hope dearly she doesn’t glance down and see my raging boner.
“Why not?” I ask, smiling with now much less confidence.
“Because otherwise I might ridicule you for the situation you’re in” she responds, sending a pointed look down at my cock. I take a step back, now against the wall. Now it’s Amy’s turn to laugh as she walks to her bedroom door. I’m so stupid that I’m trying to formulate a question about the movie when she pauses at her door, beckoning me with her finger.
“Seeing how you caught a peep unfairly, I think it’s your turn” she says, walking into her room. My eyes widen and I hurry after her
“What?”
It’s abundantly clear what the meaning was but the image of Amy in my head had radically changed in under 5 minutes and my dick was definitely making the decisions now. As soon as I stepped into her room, I closed the door and my mouth hung open. Her room was the same as it was when he had visited over the holidays, but there she was sat on the edge of her bed, with nothing on but the thong. Her pale skin reflected the purple of her lava lamp gloriously, the shadows it cast across the room ignored for how it illuminated her voluptuous body and adorable face. Her lips were quirked up, and she licked her lips quickly before she speaks.
“Seeing as you’ve seen me like you have, I think it might be fair if we switch roles” my dick is uncontrollably hard, and I’m still quite perplexed.
“Just take your damn trousers off” she says, with a tone that’s meant to be angry, but her expression gives her away. She’s biting her lower lip, something I will never associate with her doing tough homework again. I take off my jeans hastliy,followed by my hoodie and shirt. Amy nods approvingly, her eyes laser-focused on my dick. I hesitantly pull my boxers down.
“There it is, why don’t you stroke that cock for me?” She says in a soft voice. I nod, eagerly stroking my rigid cock. I let out a sigh of relief, drinking in Amy’s beauty as I stroke myself. She beckons me closer, her hand snaking down her torso to begin toying at her clit.
“Give me your hand” she moans quietly. I step closer, not sure how to comply with her request, so I grab her hand and take it in mine. She takes my hand, turning my Palm up and spitting on it.
“Let’s get you nice and lubed up” she drawls, using the hand that I had just held to squeeze her own breast, pulling slightly at the nipple. I apply her spit to my cock, savouring the feeling as her eyes meet mine.
We’re closer now, and I can se the way her body trembles, her face twisted into painful expression. I’m within her reach but there she stays, her eyes fixed on my cock. I can hear the schlicck of her fingers entering her. There’s many things that should be on my mind, but all I can think of is how much I want her to touch me. I stop and let her eyes meet mine, now nervous to vocalize my wants. She smiles, standing up from her bed. I always used to mock her for how short she was, but when she reaches up and pulls my face down to hers, she seems like just the right height. My wet cock smears spit and precum all over her little stomach, and I eagerly respond to the kiss, reaching down and grabbing her ass with one hand as the other toys with her nipples.
“You thought we were going to see a movie huh?” She pants between kisses. I’m just about to jab back at her when she grabs me by the cock, spreading her arousal down my shaft, two fingers massaging my balls as she holds me at the base of my cock.
“When do your parents come hone?” I ask, nervous for her answer.
“They’re gone the whole weekend.” As soon as I hear that, I drop my hand from teasing her nipple and use it to play with her clit, drawing out a loud moan as I apply the skills my ex girlfriend had taught me over the winter. I slowly insert one finger then two, pumping her with the ’come hither’ motion. She bucks her hips, letting out a squeal of pleasure. She responds by stroking my cock harder, taking a slightly firmer grip. I groan and redouble my efforts in pleasing her, determined not to cum first. One of the things that had forged our friendship was fighting to win Mario Kart that first time I had gone to her house. I loved how competitive she was, and now it was serving a better purpose than my mind could have ever conceived.
“You’re fucking beautiful Amy.” I half say, half moan. Her hand is just massaging my balls now, and she’s kissing me with enough passion to melt me. I pull away, spinning her and pushing her into the bed. She flops onto it, her complaint lost in her duvet. I get on one knee, use each hand to spread her delicious cheeks. She’s far from complaining as I ravish her with my tongue. I figure she’s had enough teasing and lap at her dropping pussy incessantly. Her moans are growing in volume as she squirms in the bed, lifting her hips to meet my mouth. I ignore my violently throbbing cock and drive my tongue into my friend. It doesn’t take long before her moans form a strangled whine, and I drink in her orgasm, her ass up in the air and her muscles tensing as she succumbs to pleasure. I stand, and she rolls into her back, her large tits splayed out. Amy’s expression is serene, eyes lidded as she looks at me from her position.
“That was intense” she says, a wide smile spreading across her face. While I genuinely feel proud to se her basked in neon purple in post orgasm bliss, my cock remains hard as ever. “After such great service, I guess I’ll have to reciprocate” comments Amy in an unenthusiastic voice. I grin as she gets up on her knees. She grins as well, and I pinch her nipple in response. She gestured for me to approach the bed, nuzzling my balls as soon as I’m close enough, dropping to her elbows, and sticking her ass up. We had occasionally talked about what turned us on during dumb drinking games and stoned conversations. She knew how to play me. She sways her hips, entrancing me as she sucked on my balls. One of her hands gently massages the underside of my cock as the other snakes around the back of my thigh. With no warning, she starts frantically sucking my cock. I gasp in response, eager to return a fraction of the pleasure she’s giving me. I try and reach to squeeze her hanging tits, but she smacks my hand away.
“You delivered on your end, just let me make you cum” she says, sat on her heels. Spit hangs from her lips, but it’d take much more than that to stop me grabbing her behind the head and kissing her, hoping it communicates my appreciation for the godly display of eroticism. I pull away, pushing her head down to my cock. It must only have been minutes since I had climbed the stairs but it could have been hours. Amy sucks my cock with vigor, pulling me with the hand holding my thigh, and rocks forward, her other hand still attending to my scrotum. I feel my dick getting more and more sensitive, and my balls begin to tingle.
“Jesus, I’m gonna cum Amy” I grunt. My breaths are laboured as I struggle to make this last as long as possible. As soon as she hears me, Amy drops her head to my balls, licking and sucking. Her hand strokes my cock, pumping it like it owes her money. Right as I’m going over the edge, her hand slides from my thigh to cup my ass. I let out a long groan as the first spurt of cum sails past her face, landing on her back and going all the way to her jiggling ass. She pulls her face from my sack and puts her lips on my cock. My hips buck as I empty myself into her mouth. I collapse into the bed next to her as soon as I’m done. I feel overjoyed, overwhelmed and still horny. I’m contemplating the implications this has on our friendship when she climbs of the bed, my cum still dripping down her ass
“We really worked up a sweat there, how about we shower up before we get the sheets really dirty?”
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