I had a good chance to test my theory on my friend
Jessica LeFavre. Jess and I had gone on a couple of dates
when she hit me with the dreaded "let's be friends"
scenario. Since she played a prominent role in many of my
fantasies, as well as having a good sense of humor, I agreed
to her stipulation of friendship. But I never stopped
wanting to get in her pants, especially after seeing her in
a white bikini.
Jess stood a little bit shorter than me and had a
lithe, perpetually tanned body. Her tits were a little on
the small side, which meant she never had to wear a bra. And
since any stray breeze seemed to cause her nipples to
harden, you can see why I was always looking for ways to
sneak a peek down her top. Her longish legs had not a bit of
fat on them, and they ended in a boyish butt that never
failed to catch my eye. Bright green eyes framed a small
pert nose, and her mouth, while a tad too wide, had full
lips which promised sweet treats to whatever man was lucky
enough to enjoy them. Best of all, Jess had long, silky
brown hair, which flowed down to the middle of her back. I
wanted to drown in that hair.
Her single failing characteristic, as far as I was
concerned, was her belief that she and I were better
together as friends than as lovers. Though I joked, flirted
and otherwise tried to maneuver her into a compromising
position, she brushed it all off with a dismissive wave of
her hand. She'd be a real test of my abilities.
I set my plan into motion at the mall as we shared a
bag of fries at lunch. It took only a few seconds to implant
the bank of rationalizations in her mind; she didn't even
pause in her story about how her sister's boyfriend had come
on to her. I decided to strike quickly before she had any
chance at all to question this new attitude toward me.
"Let's go to your house and fool around," I said to
her, placing my hand on her knee. She didn't even hesitate
in replying, "OK."
I knew that her parents spent every warm weekend at
their vacation home and that her sister wouldn't miss such a
warm day at the beach. So we'd have the entire place to
ourselves. On the ride over I kept up a steady stream of
comments, flirting with her every second. I knew I had her
hooked when I put my hand between her thighs and she just
squeezed them shut, holding my hand in place while giving me
a smoky sensuous look.
At her house we wasted no time snuggling up on the
living room couch for some serious making out. I gave in
totally to the sweet softness of her lips, letting the
passion build until our tongues were dancing in each other's
mouth. Occasionally I broke our embrace to taste the silky
skin at the base of her neck, to measure her pulse with my
lips, and to lick the lobe of her ears. She responded with
full enthusiasm, kissing, nibbling and tasting my lips, face
and neck. Soon, though, I grew distracted by the yummy body
beneath my hands. When I fondled her breast through her
shirt, she pressed hard against me, moaning her pleasure.
When I traced the curves of her hips and waist, she twisted
and rubbed against my pressure. When I squeezed her ass in
appreciation, she locked her hands on my ass and whispered,
"Fuck me."
I didn't need any further encouragement. In seconds I
had lifted her T-shirt over her head, finally revealing the
tasty nips that had teased me for so long. They didn't
disappoint, either, topping a pair of tits that protruded
slightly upward, making it easy for a man to dip his head
for a nice little suck. Beneath her jeans she wore simple
white panties, the area between her legs slightly darker
from her hot pussy juices. When I removed her panties I did
so almost reverently, knowing that this would be a fuck
unlike any other. Her dark patch was untrimmed but still
short, leaving plenty of space for her pink slit to show
through.
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