He was her best friend. And now, suddenly, she was owning him like this. She had never been so… felt so… powerful. How did they end up here? How did she end up on top of him like this… rubbing him like this… moving her body in ways she never had before…? She had nearly forgotten through all the pleasures.
Darren had been her good friend for many years. Through high school. Through college. Now they were roommates with other mutual friends.
And through all of that time, Isabelle had repressed her feelings for him. She’s lost count of how many nights since the day they met, she masturbated to the thought of him. And her fantasies increased in intensity over time. She would often think of him tied up. At her mercy in many different situations. Many of them were dark… that she had stolen him away completely, keeping him locked up somewhere no one could find him. She felt strange… felt bad for thinking such things. After all this was Darren. The guy who helped her through multiple breakups. The friend who she loved to talk with for hours about life and video games and whatever other nerdy, mutual interests they had.
Many times she thought of asking him on a date. But she didn’t want to ruin their friendship. Of course, she never did. She kept things as they were… secretly enjoying how she would treat him in her imagination.
Until tonight of course.
It was all so sudden.
She and Darren were playing a video game. As they often did. They were no strangers to messing with each other. A lot of it, if they were being honest, was flirting. But that was just normal between girls and guys, whether they were romantically involved or not. Darren would bump into her on the couch and she would try to push the buttons on his controller to mess him up. Laughter. Isabelle was wearing a dark summer dress with black pantyhose beneath. So comfortable, feeling so cute, and of course, deep down she hoped he noticed. Of course, wearing a dress near him was somewhat exciting. She felt exposed in a certain way. A simple lift of the fabric and there would only be the nylon between her bare flesh and him.
So it made her feel a bit more goofy.
Darren had lunged for her remote and she screamed, moving away laughing.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re so good at this,” he laughed. “Let me mess you up! It’s only fair!”
It was only the both of them in the apartment for the week. So they were free to be as loud as they wanted this late.
“No way! I got good at this fair and square. Don’t be mad that you suck!”
“Oh my God,” he guffawed. He moved back and tried to best the character she was playing to no avail.
Isabelle couldn’t lie to herself — beating him at games and teasing him over it was a strange excitement for her as well.
Darren lost and he stood up, exaggerating a “Nooooooooooo!”
Isabelle grinned and looked up at him, placing her controller on the table and reclining back in the couch, placing her hands behind her head in victory. “I’m just too good,” she said. “I feel like I should win something.”
He looked down at her and crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? Like what? I’m happy to give you a punch in the arm.”
“That’s not a reward, you weirdo. Go make me a sandwich.”
He pretended to reel back and playfully punch her, making her flinch. He hit his foot on the table and lost his balance. They both gasped.
He fell into her.
Darren’s hands caught his fall, though… by grabbing her thighs tightly. Isabelle was pretty ticklish… but the sudden force of it made her feel something… well, something completely different. Her entire body flinched. And an embarrassing sound burst from her mouth.
“Oh!” Darren’s face burst with redness and he moved away. “God, I’m so sorry, did I —”
Isabelle was blushing too and she tightened her legs together, moving back into the couch.
“U-uh,” Darren stammered.
Isabelle didn’t know what to say either. The feeling of his hands on her thighs like that was… It felt incredible. Her heart was racing.
“I can leave the room!” He said suddenly. He did so without her saying anything.
She couldn’t handle it. She was breathing so heavily. Arms around her chest. It was… well, it’s been a while since a guy had touched her quite like that. And because it was Darren, it nearly made her chest burst with sudden glee and embarrassment.
Darren went into his room, clearly destroyed with his *own* embarrassment. He was so sweet and didn’t want to make any woman feel uncomfortable. She wanted to clear her head and tell him it was okay. Just an accident. Just ignore that noise she made that was so close to a moan.
But… Isabelle didn’t think she really wanted to move on from it. This excitement was overcoming her. This feeling of being in a position of authority over him now was irresistible.
Isabelle slowly got to her feet. Her legs shook just a bit. She made her way toward his door which wasn’t closed. She adjusted her glasses and breathed steadily.
“Darren,” she said, entering his doorway.
The poor guy was face down in his bed, face completely buried in his pillows.
“I’m so sorry.” They were muffled words but she could make them out.
She smiled. He was so cute. She placed a hand to her chest and breathed in deeply.
“Darren,” she said. “Come here.”
He turned toward her. Maybe he saw how she was standing. Maybe he could smell what she was considering. Darren got up. He was taller than her, by a few inches, but it wasn’t incredibly noticeable. Had this adorable mess of curls on his head. He approached her and moved to say something. Apologize again, maybe.
Instead, Isabelle took his hand and pressed it into her cheek. His palm was so warm. She closed her eyes and leaned into the feeling of him. The smell of him. How strong his forearm was. Then, she opened her eyes and leaned in, kissing him. It was only a peck. He backed away suddenly and looked confused.
“Woah,” he said. “Isabelle, you…”
“I really want you,” she said. Released his hand and tightened her fists. “I can’t help myself anymore, Darren.” Saying his name was so good. “I’m sorry if this is sudden… but feeling you grab me like that… That was it. I need to feel more of you. I’m sorry if this is making you uncomfortable. But it’s true.”
He hesitated. Swallowed. “I… well,” he responded. “I’ve. Sort of. Felt the same.”
She stared into his eyes. Took his wrist and guided him back into the living room of the apartment. The only sounds was the music from the video game they had left on. It was a steady beat prompting action. Whereas her movements were slow before, now they were more purposeful. She turned to him and held his hands. Built up her courage. For the first time she would take the pleasure she craved.
“I want you to do that again.”
“Do what again? Fall on you?”
She breathed out a laugh and shook her head. “Grab my thighs.” She swallowed. “I r-really liked it.”
He nodded. She could hear his heart beating… or maybe it was hers. “Okay,” he said. She hurried to the couch and sat back. He knelt before her. Oh wow, seeing him kneel in front of her was delightful. So many things ran through her mind. She leaned forward and kissed him suddenly. He made a noise of surprise, but as she pushed her tongue into her friend’s mouth, they were both moving together, kissing each other. She was kissing him much harder than he was.
She released and caressed his face, his neck. “Darren, seeing you kneel like that nearly made me explode.”
“Should I get up and kneel again?”
“Shut up,” she laughed, clenching her teeth. She kissed his mouth again and again. “When’s the last time a girl let you enjoy her legs?” She grinned. “Sounds like an opportunity of a lifetime.”
“You’re not wrong,” he said.
She leaned back and watched him. He ran his hands up her dress. Ohhhhh, he was rubbing her inner thighs. And then he grabbed her tightly. Isabelle wasn’t prepared. Something about it… was it an erogenous zone for her that she never knew of? Her pussy became hot and her hips were shaking. Pleasure burst out from her. Her clit was swollen. She grabbed for one of his hands and yanked him closer.
And then she came from the way his fingers pressed into her pussy, rubbed against her clit. She held him there, convulsing. Unable to hold back her voice. Squeezing his hand between her legs. She breathed heavy. So embarrassed. So turned on. That orgasm was just a sign of things to come, as she still wasn’t satisfied.
“W-wow,” Darren said.
Isabelle bit her lip and told him to keep rubbing her there as she leaned forward and kissed him again and again.
It was actually happening. Her heart was going wild. She was going to have sex with Darren… but not only that. She was going to live out her fantasies with him. The man she always wanted to live them out with. And he said he had been interested in her too? Was it really this easy to claim a guy for herself? Even if he wasn’t initially interested?
He kept moving his fingers. She held him there with one hand, gripping his hair with the other as they kissed.
He pushed his fingers inside, pushing her pantyhose along with them. Rubbed up and down, pushed his knuckles into her clit. His mouth tasted so good. She wondered what he was willing to do to her if she only commanded it.
“Do you want to become mine, Darren?” She breathed and spoke close to him, pulling away from their kiss. “I want you to become mine.” A spark of excitement. She never thought she’d say such things. Like he was a new toy she squeezed him — pressed her legs together and clenched him hard with her hands. “I’ve wanted to make you mine for so long.” She kissed him deeply again, pushing — eventually they were on the floor and she was on top of him. He was still rubbing. It felt so fucking good — she had no idea she could feel this good. And this was only his fingers. There was so much more they could do.
And now she was rubbing her hips into his caresses. Even with the boyfriends she’s had, she’s never moved or felt like this. She kissed his neck and lost herself in how he made her feel. How he smelled and tasted.
“I-Isabelle,” he moaned.
It made her clench up in ways she didn’t know could happen.
“Darren!” She was burning up. “I — I need —” she couldn’t get the words out. So she just did it. She was afraid but couldn’t stop herself from moving. She moved up, held his head and pressed her pussy into his gorgeous face. She erupted in moans and quivers. To her surprise she felt his tongue moving, pleasuring her through her pantyhose. Her hips were moving before she even thought to do so.
She unleashed a booming moan when he latched on and sucked. It felt so strange, soaking his face like this, but there was no stopping now. His mouth… *his mouth*, caressing her… penetrating her… devouring her…
She tugged on his hair, feeling so strong, so weak, so powerful. She felt like a woman for the first time in her life. Her pussy felt like it was vibrating. She heard him gasp for breath, turning his head, then moving back in to pleasure her.
Isabelle grinned as she rode and couldn’t help herself.
“Good boy,” she moaned as she rode. “Ah! Darren you’re such a good boy!” Saying it made her lose herself even more. Something else rumbled up, taking the place of the old Isabelle. She was going to cum and it was going to destroy her. She knew it. “I love you, Darren! I love you so fucking much!” She couldn’t hold it back. She wouldn’t see him again after her orgasm because she would die.
And she did in fact, vanish when it finally hit. Vanished into pure bliss. Her voice was unstoppable. She didn’t care who heard it. Nothing but his tongue and the peaks of pleasure her pussy was bringing her.
Isabelle’s glasses fell off of her from the sweat and motions. She was riding him for so long.
She collapsed into him, falling back, convulsing and writhing from unpredictable shockwaves. She heard Darren breathing heavily.
“Oh my God,” he said. “Oh my God.”
Isabelle laughed and forced herself to get up, putting her glasses back on, coming back to her senses. She moved back onto the couch and he sat up. His face was red and he looked at her intently.
“Make me yours, Isabelle. You’re incredible.”
She hugged him close, squeezing him so tight. Then stood up. Went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a roll of duct tape.
Tauntingly, she pulled on a piece, unrolling it, the sound loud and full of promise.
Darren laughed nervously.
“Get into bed,” she commanded.
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**To be Continued <3**
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Look so tasty
That’s a wonderful story