My Best Friend’s Girl

Jemima and I weren’t close; in fact we were borderline hostile.

It was a childish mutual jealousy. Her relationship with my best friend, Rey, had turned him from a perpetually available party animal into a domesticated young adult. Conversely, Jemima’s expectation that Rey be free to see her every day was not compatible with…well, anything really. We were in competition.

It’s fair to say, then, that I was somewhat surprised to find my head between her thighs with her hand pushing the back of my head, pushing my face harder against her clit.

I should explain.

Rey was out of town and with him, any chance of Jemima ‘borrowing’ his weed. I, on the other hand, had a fresh quarter-ounce of the UK’s notoriously inconsistent hydroponic bud. And with Rey gone, no-none to smoke it with.

“I know we haven’t always seen eye-to-eye,” her message said. “But can you help a friend in need? I can pay :)”

“I picked up today actually.” I wrote back. “No money necessary if u can get to my place. Bring booze her skirt came up inch at most, revealing pair of lace black panties pulled to the size. She was completely hairless, her smooth, puffy labia looking inviting.

“They boy have their merits. You”ll have to show me more,” I smiled, hoping to convey an openness to simultaneously acknowledging her behavior but also encouraging it

“You roll up.” I told Jemima, putting responsibility for its potence squarely in her hands as I busied myself in the kitchen. Her drink was vodka, diluted with tonic and any number of fruit. I’ll never the appeal myself. I poured a generous Booker’s 21E, a barrel-proof I hid from most guests, furnished it with a single ice cube and went to follow the smell of weed coming from my bedroom. Pushing a towel under door and pushing the door closed as Jemima appeared our drinks; she’d made them STRONG.

Two hours and countless joints later, we were having a great time. No longer competing for Rey’s attention, we were just two people enjoying each other’s company. I was even – whisper it- beginning to understand what he saw in her. Smart, funny, and – I was somehow just noticing – a phenomenal body. Huge natural breasts, usually hidden by modesty and large jumpers but shining now in that tight black dress; an adorable smile. Puppydog eyes. I felt a twinge of guilt, but shook it off. No need to make it weird.

It was then that Jemima – apropos of nothing – blurted out “So tell me what really happened with you and Christina. And bear in mind,” she smiled. “I might already know.”

I blushed. Christina was sweet, but she simply wasn’t my type and Büyükesat Escort I had naively assumed that the feeling was mutual.

“Come on, you know Christina and I are just friends,” I said, unconvincingly.

“I believe you… provided all of your friends have put their hands on your cock.” She smiled a wicked smile. I was rumbled.

We both laughed. “It’s OK,” she said. “We talk about everything. Your secret is safe with me.”

By now I was beet red and once again speechless.

“She also told me,” Jemima continued, a mischievous look in her eye, “That you’re…,” she raised her hand and mimed a pair of scissors. “Not like the other boys.”

“Well, what do you want me to say to that?!”

I meant it. I was not prepared for a conversation about my foreskin, or lack thereof, with anyone – let alone my best friend’s girlfriend. Being cut isn’t the norm in the UK, but I hadn’t appreciated the extent to which that was the case.

“Relax,” she said. “I’m just… curious.”

She let the word sit there, in silence, for just a little too long, as she lit a joint and took a puff.

Smiling as the smoke escaped her lips, she looked me in the eye. “No denial, I see.”

“If you’ve heard good things, they’re all true. If you haven’t, well there’s no accounting for taste.

I changed the subject:

“I can’t let you drive home in this state.”

“Oh, I know!” She giggled. It was cute. “I figured I’d crash here. I kinda already am.” she jumped onto the double bed, disappeared under quilt and contorted her body for a moment and then kicked her dress out from under the cover.

“You can take the bed,” I offered..

Her voice came, muffled: “Plenty of room in here. I don’t bite.”

I hesitated for a second. In bed with Jemima? But I rationalised it – we were passed-out stoned. It’s completely innocent. I kicked off my jeans, rolled into bed and switched out the light.

I awoke to the sensation of I felt Jemima’s hand on my shoulder. Very gently, she was stroking my neck with her fingertips. Electricity was shooting through my body. I felt my cock stir.

“When I’m high,” she whispered, “I love this. Do you like it?”

I mean, I didn’t not like it. The sensation was shooting from my neck right through my body. My hairs stood on end; I felt the blood start rushing to my shaft. I was already getting hard.

“Uh, yeah, it’s pretty nice I guess. Bit ticklish.” She stopped, and rolled onto her side, her back facing me.

“Your turn.” She said.

I put my hand out andI realised Jemima Elvankent Escort was naked except for her panties, the top of which I felt as I gently traced my fingers up her back. Before I’d even reached her neck, she let out an involuntary groan.

With the fingers of my right hand I stroked her neck the same way she’d stroked mine, and heard her breathing speed up. My left hand, currently stiff by my side in the universal “I’m Not A Sex Pest” pose, automatically reached out. My fingers found her hips and I gently brought them up, letting them reach out and with the lightest of touches, stroked the underside of her breast. She didn’t stop me.

I kept stroking her skin, up and down, each time putting more of my hand on her until I was cupping her breast. My fingers gently moved over her nipple and I felt it harden to my touch.

My boxers strained against my hardening cock as it closed the gap between us, pushing into Jemima’s back. She grasped my swelling head through the fabric, her fingers sliding over the ridge She giggled with delight and slipped her hand into my boxers, cupping my head before pulling it out over the waist band.

We still hadn’t kissed, or said anything, at all, when she moved my hand between her legs to find her panties, completey soaked. As I slid then down her legs, She pushed her whole body into mine, grinding against my hand so I could feel her wetness through her panties. Her hand came up and pushed me onto my back.

She reached out and put the light back on, then slid down to my waist, pulling my boxers down all theay so my cock sprang free. Fully erect, the head swollen, devoid of the foreskin she was used to. She ran her finger over the head.

“I want to know how it feels.”

In the light I could see Jemima’s beautiful brown eyes, fixated by the head and the ridge of my cock. She gently grasped my shaft and started to stroke; I panicked. I was too turned on to stop her but I wasn’t going to let this become another awkward, uncomfortable letdown.

I had an idea.

“Good things come to those who wait,” I whispered, taking her hand off me and gently rolling her onto her back. As I brought myself parallel to her, she couldn’t take her eyes off the head. I was starting to feel fetishised. And I liked it.

I kissed her neck, her chest, her breasts. I gently ran my tongue over her nipples, drawing a figure of 8 between them, as I kept moving down. As my mouth reached her tummy, I started to bring my fingers up along her inner thigh. She gasped involuntarily, as my finger and my Beşevler Escort mouth met just above her clit.

She was already so wet, running my tongue across her pussy lips served to lubricate it so I could start to run it in circles along her clit. I gently stroked her labia with a finger and it glided inside her with no resistance, making her buck her hips against me. She wasn’t going to last long. I closed my lips around her clit and started to suck. She squealed; then pulled my head up.

“I don’t want to cum until your cock is inside me,” she breathed. She pulled my head up, then all but wrestled me onto my back. Her neck was flush, she was clearly moments from orgasm. Damn. Pride myself on that.

One gentle move and I was insider her. The warms the feeling of her wetness. I sat uptigh, nealy pushing off my lap

“Shall I get a condom?” I ask. I mean, you have to don’t you?

She all but laughs. “I want to *feel* it,” she sais, firmly. “Besides, it’s ribbed for my pleasure.”

I grabbe the base of my shaft and begin to tease her clit with my head, but she was already so wet that I slid in almost straightaway. Jemima gasped as the unsheathed ridge entered her, and again as I very deliberately slid it out.

“TEASE!” She laughed, and then thrusted hard enough that my entire cock slid into her. Her beautiful breasts wee in my face by this point, and I took one nippled in my mouth as I began to gently thrust, rotating my hips so the head of my cock performed a semicircle as it entered her. Jemima’s gasping turner to panting, groaning. I could feel her muscles contracting against m

The guilt, the excitement, the sheer fetishisation I was feeling as I felt myself throbbing inside here headed full-pelt into a powerful orgasm that came far sooner than I’d prefered. I looked up at Jemima and to my surprise, she ws delighted. The head of my cock was swelling inside her and she could feel every last movement.

“I so love that I can feel when you’re going to come…” she gasped. Her pussy started to clamp down; she was close too. I start to pick up the pace, thrusting upwards toward her g-spot, when she pined me by my chest and says “Stop!”

I’m worried – what did I do?

“There’s still one thing I need to know…” In one fell swoop, she sweungs her legs elegantly off me and droped to my waist. By now my cock was diamon-hard gust of wind could have finished me off. Jemima looked me directly in the eyes and then slowly closed her lips around my swollen head, comes up slightly and then takes my entire cock in her, reacing the back of throat. I can’t take anymore. I run my fingers through her hair, invotlunarily thrust myself into her mouth, and cum harder than I’ve ever come before. She does her best – sealing her lips around my cock as the cum starts to flow out of her lips.

She looked up at me, cum dripping from her lips, and laughed.

“Is it always that much?

“Is the blowjob always that good?