Anna bit her lip, her face flushing a little and her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Oh my God, you seriously had sex with Tyler Weaver?”
I nodded quietly and she squealed. “Holy shit, Chris!” She flopped back on her bed, whistling and shaking her head. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me this!”
I groaned. “I know, I know.” I made a face. “Sorry.”
Anna laughed. “I’m just giving you hard time you know.”
“I know,” I sighed. “I dunno, we do everything together thought, and I guess I just imagined us losing it together.”
Anna’s eyebrows shot up and she grinned. “My, my! Buy a girl a drink first!”
I blushed bright red. “Oh my God, you know what I mean!”
She laughed, her face still flushed as she pushed her hair out of her eyes. “Okay, well since we’re finally talking about it, I need details. Now.”
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.”