It's cool, we're just friends. [21m/22f] | 2016

"That blue lace looks nice on you," he said. "Mmm," I responded, swallowing a sip of water. "Thanks." My back turned, I slipped off my bra and slid underneath the blankets. He snuggled up against me, one hand gently resting on my hip, just above the blue lace of my thong.

It's been this way for a while. We've been friends for so long, seeing each other naked isn't awkward or uncommon. There's nothing romantic between us; we're not each other's type, but we both suffer from insomnia and find it helpful to have someone else to share a bed with. He protects me, and I comfort him, nothing else, and we like it this way. But this night was different.

As I drifted off, I felt his fingers massage my hips and slide to my waist. "Are you asleep?" He whispered. I sighed, not answering. His breath was hot on my neck as he brushed my hair to the side, lightly touching my shoulders. I felt his hands hesitate for a moment before shifting downward, coming to rest on my bare breasts, cupping around them gently, squeezing them, gauging their weight and firmness before teasing my nipples with his fingertips. Instinctually, my back arched and I began to grind against him. He chuckled, and we lay like this for several minutes as I felt him grow hard against me. He hooked his thumb around the blue lace and gave it a pronounced tug. I knew what he wanted, and I slid my panties down and off. I guided my hand up his leg, having already seen what waited for me, but never having touched it. It was an impossible length, and my small hand barely fit around his girth. He grunted softly, biting my earlobe.

"Let me have sex with you," he growled. A question, I know, but my body commanded it. I nodded and shivers ran down my spine. "I'm ready when you are," he said, guiding the tip of his cock to my opening. I hesitated. I hadn't done this for a while, and he knew. He rested against my lips, feeling my wetness spread around the head of his cock, teasing.

"Good girl," he breathed into my ear as he pushed his way inside me. I whimpered. I was stretched farther than ever before. Kindly, he allowed me to adjust to his ridiculous size while my muscles tightened and spasmed around him. "Ready?" He didn't wait for an answer. Gently at first, then harder and harder he thrust into me, moans escaping my lips with each one. He was too gentle, I decided.

"Fuck me," I whispered. "Like you mean it." He pulled out of me quickly and got out of bed. I panicked, wondering if I'd done something wrong, while he rummaged in his dresser. "Lie on your stomach," he said, walking back to the bed. I peered up at him meekly, trying to catch a glimpse of what he held in his hand. He hid it from my view.

"I said. Lie. On. Your. Stomach." As I rolled over, his strong hands forced my legs apart, leaving my dripping pussy open and exposed for his scrutiny. He paused, brushing his thumb over my soaked lips. He slid something between my legs, guiding them closed and leaving a vibrator buzzing tightly pressed against my clit, my own legs holding it in place. I writhed and moaned as I felt him spread my cheeks and lips apart. And then he fucked me. I watched his shadow on the wall as he thrust hard, fast, and deep, over and over as I got closer and closer to climaxing.

"Ugh, I can feel you tightening around my dick," he groaned, pulling my hair and yanking me backwards into an arch, pressing his thumb neatly over my asshole. I cried out loudly. "Shh." He cut me off curtly, inexplicably making me wetter. "Come for me. Right now." I gasped, and he pressed hard and deep inside me, resting tightly while my walls spasmed around him in waves, my own cum dripping down my legs.

"Good girl." I could hear the smile in his voice. He removed the vibrator, pausing. "That was nice. But I've still got more for you," he purred. "Get up on your knees. You've still got an inch and a half to go." He let me control how much I could take, letting me fuck him deeper and deeper until finally, I felt my ass against his tight stomach as his hands grabbed my swinging tits. I felt him begin to shudder. I slid him out of me and faced him on my knees, slurping my own fresh juices off his dick. My lips and tongue explored the veins, the ridge of his head, wrapping around his shaft as far as my throat would allow. Eventually, he thrust all the way back, leaving me choking as I felt ropes of cum landing thickly and pouring down the back of my throat. I swallowed, licking my lips. We tasted good together.

We didn't speak. He smiled, and spooned me, hands resting back in their usual position as we drifted off to sleep together.