I’ve been told I’m a bad influence. A lot of my friends’ parents don’t like their precious little girls hanging around with me. They think because I wear skirts that barely cover my bum and my perky little nipples poke through my tops that I’m going to somehow corrupt their angelic daughters. It’s not their daughters that I have my sights set on.
Abi has been one of my closest friends since we were in nursery. I’ve lost count of the number of times that Abi’s mum has tried to stop her from hanging out with me but it’s never worked. We’re now both 18 and I still hate her mum for it. Abi tells me the things her mum says about me when I’m not there.
‘She’s a slut.’
‘She’s only interested in men.’
‘Don’t be like her.’
‘She looks like she belongs on a street corner.’
Well, Mrs Coral can fuck off.
Abi invited me over for a girl’s night – a couple of films on Netflix and a couple of bottles of wine. Her mum was out of town and her dad was going out for drinks with some friends so we’d have the house to ourselves for a few hours at least. When I got there, Abi was already in her pyjamas with a glass of red in her hand. She was wearing a lovely little silk green dress which she looked beautiful in with her cute ginger curls draped over her shoulder.
I went straight up to her bedroom and changed into my own nightwear: a cute pair of pink shorts that left my cheeks poking out the bottom and a matching pink top that came to just below my breasts, exposing my flat stomach. I have a black bob and green eyes, if you’re interested in that sort of thing.
We stayed up until around 2am watching films and drinking wine until Abi was struggling to stay awake any longer. There was still no sign of her dad so we went up to Abi’s room and got into bed together. She was asleep in seconds. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. Wide awake and slightly drunk.
When I get drunk, I get horny.
I knew Abi was fast asleep and dead to the world. There’s no way she would wake up no matter how much I moved. I slid my hand into my shorts and curled my lip beneath my teeth as my fingers found my clit. I pressed gently as I rubbed back and forth over my clit, ever so slightly pushing my fingers inside of me when I could. I could feel I’d been getting wet over the last few minutes as naughty thoughts crossed my mind but when I finally had chance to feel myself properly, even I was surprised by how excited my pussy was.
I left my clit and groaned lightly as I slide my index finger and middle finger inside myself. Fuck. I couldn’t take my eyes off Abi asleep next to me, watching for any movement she might make just in case. A moan escaped and she shuffled a little but didn’t wake.
Maybe I wanted her to wake up. Maybe subconsciously, I was beginning to moan out loud because I wanted her to hear me. Because I wanted her to turn around and see what I was doing. And I wanted her to stop me and insist that my fingers were replaced with hers. Or better yet, her tongue.
Oh God.
I fucked myself harder and faster with my fingers. The noises of my juices squelching against my fingers combined with my imagination to drive me wild.
I heard the door slam shut downstairs. I stopped. Mr Coral was back. He shouted bye to his friends through the living room window, right beneath Abi’s bedroom. It was then that I knew what I had to do. My fingers or Abi’s fingers – real or imaginary – could only do so much.
I needed cock. Real cock. Forbidden cock.
I took a few moments to compose myself, lying still with my arms on top of the quilt while my pussy yearned to be touched some more. You will be, I told myself.
Abi lay undisturbed as I left her room and descended down the stairs. With each step I could smell the alcohol from the living room. A mixture of the wine we had been drinking and the smell of lager on Abi’s father. When I reached the last couple of stairs, I could see that Mr Coral had poured himself another. A nightcap while he watched some late night, early morning nonsense on his laptop.
The final step creaked.
Mr Coral turned around, panicked. He thrust his laptop aside and that was when I saw what he was really watching. My eyes lit up and my jaw dropped, breaking into a grin, a giggle, as I saw some plastic blonde on Mr Coral’s laptop screen with a dick in her mouth and another hitting her from behind.
Mr Coral hunched over, his hand over his crotch. I knew what he was trying to hide.
‘I didn’t mean to scare you, Mr Coral,’ I said, my voice little more than a whisper. ‘You don’t have to stop on my account.’
‘Hi… Lauren. This… this isn’t what it looks like,’ he tried.
I couldn’t help but laugh. ‘No, I think it is.’
I could feel my cheeks aching from the size of my grin. I tried to cool it but I couldn’t. I could still hear the faint moans of the woman on the laptop echoing in the room.
‘Maybe we could help each other,’ I proposed.
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