Tuesday, March 8, 2016

A Night In My Best Friend,s Bed 18+

I am sure by now you are thinking if all we ever do is have s 3x. The answer to that is ‘not really’. We do find time to try and hang out with some other people or at least let me say we try. I remember that day when we were at the school car park chilling with his friends. You could call them my friends too but they were more  his than mine. It was the usual scene of teenagers; gist and laughter.  I was giving them an IQ test from my phone and they were failing woefully. Whenever someone said the wrong answer, it was like our cue to share a kiss, don’t blame us, we are both huge fans of PDAs.

Sometimes he would kiss me longer than necessary and our friends would hoot and laugh, they were already used to the fact that we couldn’t get our hands off each other. When one of the kisses seemed like it was not going to stop, one of them gently took my phone from my hand so they could continue playing the IQ game but of course, you don’t have life p0rn going on in front of you and think rationally. The moans that were coming from me was enough distraction and they said they were leaving and would catch up with us later.  He wanted us to leave with them since it was getting dark but I was feeling a bit adventurous so I asked him to allow us stay a moment longer. It was as if he had read my mind because he took my hand led me to a secluded part of the park and we continued our kissing.

I don’t know how much longer we kissed 
because when I am with him, I tend to lose 
awareness of time but when we finally 
stopped for a second, everywhere had gone dark. It was like we were the only two people left there. I didn’t protest when he then started to unbutton my shirt only making sure he heard the contented moan that came from me when he dipped his head and kissed my cleavage, My bra was a mixture of lace and another material and he complimented me about how he found them sexy. Only if he knew I had gotten 
them with him in mind. He started nibbling 
on my cleavage while I let my fingers roam around his body. I was wearing a pair of jeans trousers but his fingers found their way into my pants and when his finger touched my wetness, he looked up to smile at me. He didn’t have to always do much to get me wet these days, it was like I was always ready for him as a lock would ever be ready for a master key.

His mouth paused at my vajay and I felt his hot breath as he teased gently. His mouth moved closer and I closed my eyes in anticipation of what was about to come but as if he knew what I was expecting,  he withdrew and his lips came back to my lips. I tried not to let my disappointment show but really I didn’t have the time as his mouth began to suck gently on my already hard nips. His kisses interchanged between soft and rough and whenever he sucked hard, I found myself moaning in pleasure.  My grip on his shoulder loosened, it was like I was melting. I wanted more and I could feel myself getting wet down there again. He kept nipping and sucking till I felt I could no longer take this pleasurable torture any more. My hand went to his rod and i tried to draw him to me but he stiffened his body and gently removed my hand.
He knew what I wanted but he wasn’t going to give it to me. He slipped one finger into me and I gasped from the sheer pleasure of it. He looked up briefly and smiled before slipping in another. I bit down on my lips to avoid screaming out loud, He knew what he was doing, I was the slave and he was the master. His other hand was tracing patterns on my thighs even as his mouth worked their magic on my breasts while he began to finger me.  The skill with which he was able to handle all three was beyond my pleasure soaked brain, I didn’t want it to stop. I didn’t care how many many times he had done this before. My eyes flew open when I suddenly felt his fingers stop moving and his mouth withdrawing from my breasts. I looked at him searchingly. Did I do something wrong? It was like he could read my thoughts as he shook his head and whispered that I looked so beautiful with my hair disheveled. I smiled self consciously and his body roved over my body appreciatively before he began gently rubbing my cl it again. I was sure I was going to die from the pleasure of it.
I felt so close to the edge and I told him I wanted him to put his hand inside me. He kissed my forehead and told me soon. He then raised my lower half up and kissed me at my core. I felt another orgasm coming and I must have screamed this. He just smiled and applied more pressure to rubbing my bud and kissing my nipples. Finally, I came again and while I was cresting on the waves of pleasure, he kissed my vajay and even stroked me with his tongue a couple of times. As my org asm subsided, he held me to his chest once again and stroked my hair till I drifted off into another sleep...

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