Freshman(20)

Her voice sounded shaky with excitement in that giddy way she got when she got excited. It was just another one of those mannerisms about best friends you pick up over the years, like how I knew she knew I played with my hair when I got nervous.





I felt the heat creep hotter into my face. “I- I..”





“Does he have a big dick?”





“Anna!” I hissed, feeling my whole face go bright red.





She giggled. “What! Oh c’mon, don’t ruin the hot rockstar stud fantasy I have about him.”





And there it was again. Anyone else in the world saying something about fantasizing about Tyler and I’d have probably gotten a spike of jealousy, but I didn’t feel that way when Anna said it.





I took a deep breath. “Yeah,” I whispered quietly, biting my lip to stop the grin.





Anna’s grin spread across her face. “Yes?”





I could feel my pulse roaring in my ears. "Remember the time we looked at those porn pictures online with the guy with the really big dick?"





Now it was Anna’s turn to blush.





"Ok, Mr. Weaver is at least that big."





She gasped, her mouth opening in this little “oh” shape and her cheeks going pink. And suddenly, I could feel a shiver of something hot and something naughty run through my body. All of a sudden, I was thinking about the car, and Mr. Weaver, and how he’d felt. I started to think about pulling his cock out of his pants, and how wet I’d gotten just putting my mouth all over him.





Wet like how I was right then.





Just thinking about that night was enough to get my panties soaked as I started to tell Anna about Tyler. It may have been the wine, but suddenly, after hiding it from her, I wanted to tell her everything.





“It was amazing, Anna,” I whispered out quietly.





I could see her swallow heavily, her freckled cheeks flushing pink, and I noticed her nipples poking through the cotton of her tank top.





"Did it hurt?" she whispered quietly.





"Only at first,” I said, my voice excited. “He went slowly, and even when it hurt just for a second, it just felt so fucking good after that."





"How did it even fit?" Her voice had this deeper, huskier tone to it, and I could see her breath coming quicker as she shifted on the bed.





I bit my lip as I felt my pussy get a little warmer, and even a little wetter inside my panties. “I don't even know, but I do know I felt so full and so stretched when he was inside me, but in a really good way; like he was filling me up all the way and I was just fitting so perfect around him."





I let my thoughts wander back to Mr. Weaver, and I remembered letting him spread my legs and fill me up with his big cock. My nipples hardened to little pebbled under the thin t-shirt I wore, and I inadvertently squeezed my thighs against each other tightly, rubbing them together and trying to suppress the moan that resulted from it.





“I also sucked his cock.”





“Fuck,” Anna whispered, her face as red as mine. I watched as she squirmed in her bed, her hands sliding up and down her bare thighs beneath her sleep shorts. “That’s really hot, Chris.” She reached over to her beside table and grabbed her cup, taking a big slug of her wine as she stared at me before lying back against the wall.





"Yeah." I whispered out, my voice husking and the heat between my legs getting hotter and more insistent. "It was so fucking hot."





“Did he make you come?”





“Uh-huh,” I whispered, biting my lip and swallowing as I squeezed my legs together, feeling the wet heat between them. I could feel my nipples sliding across the inside of my cotton t-shirt, rubbing into hard little points and sending shiver through my body.





Anna’s face was flushed and her eyes were wild as she did the same across from me. I could see her squirming as well, and I could see her nipples poking right through her tank top, and I felt this erotic thrill rush through me as I realized she was as turned on hearing about it as I was telling it. And I knew that should be weird, but it wasn’t; not with her. Actually, it sent an even more powerful rush through me as I realized that not only was she not mad about what’d happened, but that she was getting worked up hearing about it.





“Right outside your house?”





“Uh-huh,” I husked out. “I told him about watching him that time before school with my panties, and I could see how hard he got in his pants, so I just went for it.”





Anna’s chest was rising and falling quickly with her breathing, her legs squeezing tightly together. One of her hands trailed up and down her side absently, coming close but just missing touching her own breast.