A submissive young man surprises his best friend in bed
She licked her own lips slowly.
"And you? Karen or John?" She asked.
"John as well. We go all he way back to primary school. I've probably known him..." She placed her hand on my knee causing me to take an unexpected breath, "...since we were eight."
"You poor sod!"
We laughed, while I was thinking where we could go for some privacy? And how willing was she? Her hand moved to my inner thigh, her index finger made a little circle. I could feel myself getting excited and I had to concentrate hard on not growing erect in such an open place. I looked at her eyes, she knew what she was doing - the smile she was beaming at me clearly showed that.
"Let's go outside, get a drink." I suggested.
I stood rising to look down on the top of her head, her blond hair flowed down her back - no roots I mentally noted. When she looked up I caught another glimpse of her sizeable breasts squeezed together by a black satin bra. Resting her hand flat on my stomach she steadied herself and adjusted her shoe.
"Wow! You must run your pupils ragged."
"Sometimes." I replied proudly winking and raising my shirt to show off my toned stomach.
She stroked my six-pack, gently letting her fingers run over the ripple of my muscles. When the hand reached the top of my shorts it was removed, much to my disappointment. I let my shirt fall and breathed out slightly as subtly as I could, letting the tension subside.
I followed her to the garden where the beer cooled in a water filled container. It was getting late and there were only a couple of people left, which I was thankful for as I could feel my erection arcing outward slightly. For the most part I angled myself behind her - hiding. I couldn't help looking down at her round bottom pressing out of her skirt, her thong visible through the material, disappearing between her cheeks.
"My name's Phillip by the way."
"Hi Phillip, my name is Mary."
She held out a hand, which I took finding it cold and wet. She giggled and passed me a wet can of cold lager, which she had been hiding behind her. Suddenly she walked off toward the end of the garden and opened the gate into the back alleyway. Dumbly I followed watching her bottom wiggle as she turned out of sight behind the garden shed.
"Mary? Don't you want a drink?"
I asked, only to be roughly grabbed and pulled toward her. She stood on tiptoe and kissed me hard on the lips giving off a soft moan. God she's hornier than I am! Her hands grabbed at my bum hard and pressed me further into her.
She pulled away slightly, "You got a condom?"
"Yeah." I reached into my pocket only to be pulled back to her lips before I could find my wallet.
She wrapped one of her legs around mine me bend at the knee. Her skirt began to ride up as my trapped leg moved in toward her crotch. My hands ran down her back, digging my fingers into her soft sexy butt as I pressed my upper thigh into her groin. Our tongues danced in each other's mouths, rapidly moving to and fro. I began to work my leg back and forth rubbing and buffing her between the legs while my hands dropped to pull the skirt up around her waist.
My working mouth muffled her moans. I felt a hand drop into the top of my loose shorts. It slid from cheek to cheek settling with a tight squeeze, another pulling me into her rocking groin quickly followed it. My leg dropped and we stood flat against each other, my legs were bent at the knees so our stomachs met in the middle. My erection pressed urgently into her mound. It was uncomfortable, but there was no way I was stopping.
I rubbed my erection against her mound, the hard pubic bone supplying a welcome pressure against the underside of my penis. She began to meet my gentle grinding with rapid short flicks back. She removed her hands from my shorts and pushed me back a little. I looked down at her naked legs curving out, around and back in at the knees, smooth and brown all the way up to her obviously damp thong.
She reached out and grabbed my erection through the short's material and pumped gently at it.