Good Friends - Sex Stories

Good Friends

... I reached down and pushed her book away. She didn't protest, but instead pulled me closer. Her mouth, tongue, smell, hair, breasts, were all I knew. My hands were under her shirt, pulling it up, over her head, tousling her glossy hair. She lifted her arms to the ceiling as I unclasped her bra, stroking the topography of her back as I did so. The lace and nylon bit was thrown to the floor along with her shirt, and soon the rest of her clothes were there too. Her lips turned up into a secretive smile, looking at me, sitting on the blanket casually, her legs open. "So, do you like what you see?" she whispered, then leaned to me. The next time I opened my eyes, I was naked too. She embraced me, and lowered me to the bed. We lay side by side, feeling the warmth of each other's bodies down the edges of our hips and ribs. My hand trailed over her ribs, into the valley of her waist, then up over her hip, down her thigh. At my touch, she turned to face me and opened her legs, letting one dangle over the edge of the mattress. She was as excited as I was, I soon discovered. I held my breath as I touched her, gingerly pushing a finger into her, letting the heat and moisture take me in. I put in another, and stroked her rhythmically, watching her rock back and forth against my hand. Something was warming in me, I felt myself loosening up. Then I bent over her prostrate body to take in a nipple. I took it into my mouth, sucking it gently then harder, increasing the pressure to a light bite ...

... that she shivered at, letting out a quiet drawn out "yes". I sucked at her like a baby, feeling her getting harder between my lips. I moved my hand out, slick with her wetness, caressing her lips, up to her center, then down again, then up, liberally covering her. I let my fingers slide to the top of the folds, and frigged the nub lightly. She shuddered hard and pushed down towards me. She had spread herself out fully on the bed, her mouth opening to draw in breath then close into a tight line to suppress moans. Her cheeks were flushed pink, heightening the whiteness of the rest of her face. I pushed myself lower over her, then pulled her legs apart, holding a calf in each hand, feeling the muscles in them tense as I sucked her. She had abandoned all pretense at modesty now, and was now moaning openly. I loved the sound. She pushed herself up against me, trying to get me to give in to her demand for instant satisfaction. I felt myself sliding down towards the end of the bed, along with the quilt and blanket. Regaining my position, I f***ed her back up, and paused to smile at her. Frustrated, she growled and said sternly "I wouldn't start a job then leave it unfinished if I were you." I laughed, and responded by nipping her. She squealed, then quieted again as I resumed. The slickness on my lips had spread to my chin, bringing up disjointed memories of Thanksgiving turkey dinner. I pushed these thoughts away, concentrating on the sounds filling the tiny dorm room. As I did, I ...