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.
I gasped as I pushed my own hand into my pajama pants, biting my lip to hold in the moan as my fingers found my pussy wet and slippery.
“It was really good, Anna,” I whispered, my fingers pushing through my wet folds and rolling over my aching clit. I was openly masturbating in front of my best friend, who was doing the same thing, and it was the hottest thing in the world.
Anna gasped across the room, her head back and her long red hair tousled around her face as her hand moved in circles inside her shorts. “Fuck, Chris…is this?” She opened her eyes to look right at me, her eyes wild and her face as flushed as mine. “Is this okay?”
I slowly nodded. “Yeah,” I whimpered out, my fingers still rubbing my clit as I stared at her. “Is it okay with you?”
She nodded quickly, her hand still moving under her shorts and her breath coming in gasps. “Oh my God, yes.” She closed her eyes again, her face scrunching up. “What happened next?”
“He pushed my legs up and held my by the backs of my knees while he pushed in. Fuck, I was so wet for him.”
Anna moaned, and I could feel my pussy throb as I rubbed my clit faster and faster. Yeah, I was thinking about that night, and Mr. Weaver.
But I was also thinking about Anna.
“His balls were so big, and I could feel them slap against my ass when he was fucking me. He was so big, Anna, my…my pussy was so stretched around it when he was sliding in and out.”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Anna started to moan across the room, her hand still rubbing her pussy under her shorts. Her hand pushed up under her tank top, and I moaned as I saw her push it up over her breasts. I’d of course seen my friend naked before, but this was totally different. Changing was one thing, masturbating while I told her about losing my virginity was another story.
Her hand cupped her breasts, her fingers pulling at the nipple as her hips started to buck at her hand. “Oh, fuck, Chris!” She gasped, her eyes still squeezed shut. “I- I think I’m going to-”
“Me too!” I moaned, feeling my own body start to tremble and my toes start to curl.
“Oh fuck-”
“He came right inside me, Anna,” I moaned. “He slid in deep and just shot all his cum inside my pussy.”
“Oh!” With a cry, I knew she was coming. Her face went tight, her brow furrowed in this beautiful look I’d never seen on her before, and her back arched as she gasped for breath. And just like that, I felt myself crash over the edge. I moaned out loud as I came right after her, thinking about Mr. Weaver taking my virginity and watching my friend come.
Slowly, the ringing in my ears subsided, and my pulse slowed a little.
The room was dead silent.
Oh shit.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Anna staring right at me, her face as red as I’m sure mine was. Quickly, she pulled her shirt down and yanked her hand out of her shorts before her eyes darted back up to mine.
“I- um.” She swallowed heavily, the blush blooming on her face as she averted her eyes from me.
Nope, no way. I’d been the one to start this, and there was no way I was going to let her feel weird about it. Because right then, I realized it wasn’t; not at all. This was my best friend in the whole world. And all the guilt I’d felt about not telling her or - weirdly enough - not experiencing it with her was suddenly vanishing. Because in telling her about it, and sharing the hot moment we’d just shared together, I sort of felt better about the whole thing.
“Hey-” She looked up at the sound of my voice and I raised a brow at her and grinned. “That- that was kind of fun.”
Her face went bright red, but slowly, she started to grin back at me. “I- I got a little carried away.”
I giggled as cleared my throat. “Um, yeah, I’m not one to talk.”
Anna grinned, her eyes sparkling as she met mine. “Not weird?”
“Not a chance,” I said softly. “Besides,” I winked at her. “What are friends for if not sharing hot sexual experiences with?”
Anna laughed. “I don’t think that’s what most friends do, dude,” she smirked at me. “But then, we’re not most friends are we.”
I grinned. “Oh, much cooler than most.”