I sat at the table in the library, stretching and sipping on my coffee. Tucked away in the corner on a small table was peaceful and private to revise.
My friend Sasha sat opposite me. She was wearing leggings and a baggy wooly jumper, stretched around the neck showing a hint of her ample cleavage. I looked away and tried to hide my blushing. We were friends in the same course, but she was beautiful with short brown hair and pale skin and I’d had a few fantasies about her, my mind flitted back to a memory when I’d been thinking of her as I’d stroked myself last night. I felt my pussy twitch and knew that if I kept looking at her, my knickers would get very wet.
My phone buzzed and I saw the message from him. He knew I was here with her. Sasha saw me blush and asked who text me. I told her. She let out a little laugh and sat up from her work. She knew all about him, she asked what he wanted.
She leant over and swiped my phone before I realised what she was doing. I tried to act causally and laugh as she read out the text.
“She’s beautiful. Kiss her. Tell her you want her between your thighs and send me a photo. Perhaps I’ll come and see you both”. I expected her to laugh or act repulsed but she looked thoughtfully at the message. She held the phone in her hands and tapped it thinking.
“I’ve always wondered what gets him off. Let’s send him a photo and see what he does” she smiled as she said it but the look in her eyes made my mouth dry and my stomach flip.
She slid around her chair and played with my hair. She held the camera phone up above our heads, and gently pressed her lips to mine. I heard the sound of the camera click as her soft warm tongue entered my mouth. She pulled away slowly and placed the phone down on the table. She paused for a moment, she moved as if to go back across the desk and then changed her mind, placing her hand on my thigh.
I licked my lips and could feel the thick tension between us. I leant towards her and kissed her soft lips. She entered my mouth again this time more forcefully, she left one hand on my leg, gripping my thigh and the other she used to gently cup my face. I eagerly kissed her back and gently stroked her breasts over the soft jumper.
My phone buzzed and I gently pulled away to look. As I reached for the phone she burrowed her head into my neck and softly bit me, running her hand up my thigh and right between my legs. My leggings were only thin and she chuckled to herself.
“Well aren’t you enjoying this”
I blushed a little at her discovery of my wetness but it excited me that she knew. I read the text aloud “Well well well. Keep going good girl. I’ll be over soon. Make sure you’re both good and ready for me.”
She stopped biting me and looked up “What does he mean?” She asked. It was my turn to smile. I asked her what her limits where, would she let him watch, maybe touch her? “Yes” she replied. I quickly text him his permission and lay the phone down on the table.
I placed a hand on her thigh and gently slid it up her jumper. I felt her silky bra beneath my finger tips and was surprised to find a little clasp between her breasts. I grinned as I gently bit her lip and flicked the clasp open. Her gorgeous breasts popped free and into my waiting hands. I gently massaged them and flicked her nipples with my finger tips.
She moaned softly into my mouth before leaning back on the chair. I lifted the jumper up over her head and cast aside the bra. I licked her erect nipples and gently sucked on one, whilst pinching the other, hard. She moaned and I placed a hand over her mouth.
I moved my hand down her body and slipped my finger tips under the soft black leggings, I found the top of her underwear and slid a hand down her soft mound. I found her pulsing clit and felt her sticky wetness. I gently stroked a finger down her clit and lips. She bucked her hips into my hand, urging me on and I felt her moan deeply into my hand.
I stroked again, moving my finger down to her pussy lips, then sliding my now wet fingers over her clit. Again. And again, slowly. Building her. I pressed my two fingers hard above her clit and rubbed down, flicking it. She groaned and I slid my fingers down, between her lips and jerked them deep into her. She moaned loudly and it felt like my hand did nothing to hide her moans.
“That will not do.”
I looked up, unaware someone was here. Sasha did too. It was him. He stood there, tall and confident. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and chinos. He looked so handsome. I hadn’t removed my fingers from Sasha and I felt her squirm under me.
She looked at me, and back at him.
“Sasha if you’re loud like that, you’ll ruin all the fun we’re going to have.”
He walked over and bent down, lowering his face he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She kissed him back and I saw her push her tongue into his mouth.
He looked up, staring hard at me. A grin spread across his face for a moment. He told me to stand up. As I did I pulled my fingers from inside Sasha and brushed against her clit. She moaned again, softly.
I stood up and faced him. He stepped over to me, sliding a hand up my top. He grabbed my breast and pinched my nipple, hard. He kept his fingers around my nipple for a few seconds. My pussy twitched and I let out a gentle moan.
He slipped a hand under my leggings and down into my knickers, I felt his fingers stroke my pussy lips. They were soaking. My knickers were wet through.
“Such a good girl.”
He held his fingers up and I took them in my mouth, tasting myself and sucking them clean.
“Now take off our knickers.”
I did as I was told.
Sasha was watching us intently. I noticed she had one hand in her leggings and I watched the shape of her hand move underneath, rubbing herself, moaning softly.
He had spotted her too and chuckled.
“So noisy Sasha. We’ll fix that though. Put them in her mouth.”
Sasha tilted her head in confusion and her eyes opened wide as she realised what he meant. She started to protest as I walked over but he got there first. He softly grabbed her face and looked into her eyes, speaking gently.
“She is mine. If you want to play, you have to follow my rules. You have to be a good girl and do as I say. If you don’t want to – you can leave.”
As he said this he slid his hand into her knickers and started fucking her with his fingers. Slowly out and then hard and deep in. Over and over. She grabbed hold of the desk and moaned, leaving her mouth open.
I stepped over and stuffed her waiting mouth with my knickers. I blushed as I saw the obvious wet patch, knowing she would taste me. She closed her eyes.
He let go of her and moved away. I lifted his hand to my mouth and sucked his fingers clean. She tasted so good.
He leant in and whispered into my ear.
“Make her cum, and maybe I’ll let you cum too”.
I pulled Sasha’s leggings down to her knees and lifted her jumper up over her head. She was still wearing her knickers and they were soaked through.
I knelt on the floor in front on her and kissed her neck softly, stroking my fingers over her knickers. Feeling her pussy lips beneath them. She thrust her hips up and into my hand. I kept stroking and kissed my way down, across her breasts, playfully biting each nipple, to just above the knicker line. I paused there and rubbed over her knickers a little harder. I felt her body tense and struggle to moan, my wet knickers softening her noises.
I pulled her knickers down to her knees, exposing her pussy. She’d soaked right through them and made a wet patch on the seat. I placed a finger either side of her lips and moved them up and down.
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