Chanel And Eugene..And Aaliyah..And Dylan 15 - Sex Stories

Chanel And Eugene..And Aaliyah..And Dylan 15

... girl you kissed that night? I didn’t get to see that,” he says regretfully. “Oh dude,” Dylan says shaking his head with seriousness. “You missed out,” he adds and Aaliyah blushes and playfully slaps him. “Aaliyah was the other girl?” Eugene asks looking at Aaliyah then to me. I smile and nod. “You guys should kiss again,” he says with casually, but the seriousness rings in his voice. I purse my lips and look over to Aaliyah and Dylan. For a short moment, everyone’s eyes kind of meet one another’s. Me looking to Aaliyah for input, her looking at Dylan, Dylan looks at me when I look at him, who then turns to Eugene making me look at Eugene. And then I just laugh because my medicated brain painted that in a wonderful picture. “Let’s do it,” I say, the carefree ease just radiating from my body. “Fuck it,” Aaliyah says and we both are just roasted at this point, sliding off our men’s laps and onto the floor. We end up crawling to each other laughing and smiling, and when we meet, we get off our hands, but stay on our knees, kneeling in front of each other. I’m looking at my best friend, her face plastered with a bright white smile. She’s fucking gorgeous. Not all Navajo women are good looking, but she’s got a gift. Her eyes are like almonds, in shape and color, framed with thick lashes. Her cheekbones are high, her cinnamon skin is clear and she has curves in all the right places. No one is immune to her looks. I’ve seen it in live action, I can’t go anywhere with her without ...

... men and women unable to look away from her face. You’d be praying to God for forgiveness for the crude, obscene things your mind will conjure just looking at her perfectly shaped lips. Full and inviting. Before I can take any more of my own thoughts, I grab a handful of her thick, dark hair and shamelessly start kissing her. It’s not slow and sweet, or too rough either, but thorough and measured. Her juicy lips make me moan, they’re like fucking pillows. Her hands roam my ass and I make sure my tongue touches every inch inside her mouth. She's tasting me completely, her mouth doing this suction thing every time we pull away. Like a vacuum. If I had a dick I’d fuck her mouth and love every minute of it. Her mouth was made for it. Aaliyah explored my body, as I was doing to hers. My eyes were shut and I wasn’t even thinking of the ‘show’ we were putting on. I fucking wanted her. This Xanex is making me feel crazy, my limbs feel detached, but the brownies make me sensitive every time her delicate hands touch my skin. She had to have been thinking the same fucking thing too when her fingers find the hem of my shirt. I suddenly remember the boys in the room, but still don’t pay them any mind and raise my arms for her. Aaliyah slides my blouse over my head and throws it. Before we can lock lips again, I take the opportunity to rid her of some clothes. I slide her shirt over her head and she eagerly finds my face again. Our stomachs and tits are flush against each other and her warm ...