Twice Driven(124)

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.





“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.