Edge sesh with my best [FF]riend.

I wake up this morning feeling the usual ache between my legs and I instinctually reach for my pillow to begin my morning ritual. I roll over on top of it, pressing my clit onto its soft surface. I open up my phone to load up the usual porn sites and instead see a text from my best friend, Sophia.

“Hubby is out, wanna sesh?” said the message, followed by a pic of her, straddling her own pillow. It’s like we’re twins. I text her back, “on my way ;)”

Sophia and I have been best friends since high school. Through countless sleepovers, we became each other’s first kiss, first sexual experience, and gave each other our first orgasms. We’ve stuck together through countless boyfriends and in Sophie’s case, husbands, keeping the sexual aspect of our friendship a secret.

I force myself out of my bed and rush to put on a pair of yoga pants and hoodie. No use dolling myself up for her, or even showering. She’s used to seeing me at my filthiest. I hope in my car and speed over, one hand on the steering wheel and the other teasing my pussy.

We both keep keys to each other’s places so I let myself in and I can immediately hear the moans coming from her and her husband’s bedroom. I approach their bedroom and the door is wide open, the scent of sweat and pussy hitting me square in the face. She’s stark naked, drenched in sweat, hands gripping the headboard of their king sized marital bed and grinding into her husband’s pillow. I quietly slip off my pants and hoodie and then launch myself onto her. She screams and I cover her mouth with my hand. With the other hand I reach for her clit, currently burred deep in the fluffy, moist pillow. I straddle the same pillow and my hips automatically sync to her motions. “omg wait, you’re gonna make me cum…” she whimpers. “yeah thats the point” I reply, giggling. She pushes herself off the pillow and falls on her back, laying spread eagle. “noo… wait… Its my husbands birthday today…” She explains between panicked breaths. “I took the day off to edge… I want to be cock starved for him when he get’s home from work”.

I’m slightly annoyed. So she’s just using me for the day so she and her husband can have better sex tonight? Fuck him, she was mine first… But fine, if she wants to be tortured…

I hop off the pillow and straddle her, pressing my clit against hers. I grab the pillow and shove it over her face, forcing her to inhale her own scent. I count to five, thrusting my pussy into hers at every second… and then release. I pull the pillow off and she’s grasping for air. But before she can catch her breath, I shove my pussy in her face, leaving her own pussy exposed for me to tease with just my finger tips. I repeat this a few times before I notice her giving off that familiar twitch. I know this bitch inside and out and I know she’s right on the edge of cumming.

I hop off her, standing up on the bed hovering over her twitchy body, rubbing my clit until I unleash a stream of fluid, soaking her and her bed. “Pull yourself together!” I yell. Am I being too mean? This is what she asked for right? Her brain is fried, she cant form a coherent sentence. She curls up in a fetal position, locking eyes with me. I recognize this look as well… She want’s payback…

Should I continue with Part 2?

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