“He helped me take it out, and oh my God it was so fucking big, Anna.”
She gasped then, the sound so erotic in the silence of the small room. “And you just sucked it?”
“M-hmm. I could barely get my mouth around it, but yeah. I just knelt across the front seat and sucked his cock.”
“Fuck,” Anna moaned, and this time, her eyes fluttered shut as her hand trailed across her breast and brushed over her nipple. I moaned quietly at the site, feeling the blood pounding through my veins. I mean, Anna and I were closer than sisters, and I knew we both knew what’d happened on the phone that time after I told her about Mr. Weaver and my panties. But we’d never actively talked about it, and this was certainly nothing we’d ever done before. Because I could see clearly on her face that she was as turned on as I was. And I gasped to myself as the thought of her being as wet as I was suddenly pulsed through me, making me even hotter, as strange as that sounds.
“And then he put it inside?” She said softly. Her hand openly rubbed across her chest, teasing across her nipples. I could feel my pussy throb with heat as I watched her. At this point, I knew it was way more than just the story that was turning me on, and I knew that should have been weird, except it wasn’t. Not with her.
“First he played with my pussy while I sucked his cock,” I said. Fuck it, I thought as I let my own hand slide over my breasts and brush across my nipples through my t-shirt.
Anna moaned when I said the word “cock”, and I bit my lip as I watched the hand stroking her thigh creep higher and higher, until I gasped as I watched it slide across the front of her sleep shorts.
"Do they even make condoms that big?" she said softly.
"Um-“ I closed my eyes and remembered Mr. Weaver’s fat cock sliding bare inside of me. I wasn’t even thinking anymore, I just let my hand slide up under my shirt, moaning s my fingers found my nipples hard and ready. ”I, uh- I don't know."
“Oh my God!” I jerked my eyes open and started to yank my hand out from my shirt when Anna quickly shook her head. “No! Not-” she blushed. “I mean, you don’t have to stop that, I just mean oh my God you didn’t use a condom?”
I shook my head, my hand staying right where it was under my shirt. I was openly playing with my nipples in front of Anna, all while her hand slowly rubbed the front of shorts. Except it wasn’t weird, like it probably should’ve been.
It was insanely hot.
I shook my head. “No condom. He went in totally bare.”
Anna’s eyes closed as the hand on her chest began to roll her hard nipples through the tank top. The hand hand on her shorts moved up to tease across the waist of them. "But he pulled out, right?"
"Uh-uh" I whispered out, my eyes closed. I heard Anna moan across the room, and the sound sent a hot throb through my pussy.
It was a whirlwind of thoughts and feelings that roared through my head at that moment. On the one hand, I was fantasizing about Tyler and how he’d made me feel. But on the other hand, it was impossible not to think about how turned on the story was clearly making Anna, and how hot that made me too. It was confusing, of course, since I wasn’t gay or anything. But at the same time…God did hearing her moan like that get me wetter.
“Was it good?” She whispered, and I opened my eyes to see here staring at me with wide eyes and her face flushed pink. Her hand was still toying with her nipple through her tank top, her there hand teasing across the waist of her shorts. I suddenly glanced lower and gasped as I saw the small wet spot there at the front of her shorts.
And it was like flipping a switch.
I dropped my own hand to the front of my pajama pants, biting my lip and feeling my heart about to jump out of my chest. I locked eyes with Anna, and right then, I knew this was okay. This was my best friend in the world, and I had nothing to hide from her.
“You can…” I trailed off, feeling my breath catch in my throat. “If you want to, I mean,” I said breathlessly.
Anna’s eyes went wide, and she bit her lip between her teeth, but she nodded. Slowly, my eyes wide a saucers and locked on her hand, I watched her push her fingers under the waist of her shorts. Her eyes fluttered shut, and as she pushed her hand further down, she suddenly gasped.
Oh my God.
I couldn’t even pretend to hold back anymore. And I didn’t care if it was the drinking, or the heat of the room, or the movie, or whatever. I just knew that my body was on fire, and I needed to quench it.