A Night Alone With My Best Friend - Sex Stories

A Night Alone With My Best Friend

... girl, and loved being treated like a girl by guys. At this point in my life, I had really only been with one guy, but I had been with him multiple times, in every way imaginable, and I was always a girl for him. I have written about our first time on here, go read it if you haven’t already. *

Hearing Kyle talk about just wanting to get his cock sucked got me really excited. I inched in closer to him on the couch, and began teasing him to get him laughing. He would frequently get loaded and start acting like he was gay for laughs. He would walk funny, talk with a lisp, and wiggle his hips while saying stupid stuff, and calling me or any other guys around him names like Honey or Baby. It was harmless stuff, but sometimes it would get me horny when he would start doing it, because he would get touchy feely and really commit to it.

I started playing his game. I leaned into him and said, “Is your cock raging right now, stud?”

He chuckled, then brought his hand down to his crotch and said, “What do you think, baby?”

He tightened his robe around his crotch to show me the outline of his cock through the fabric, and he was raging hard. It was quite impressive, but he thought I was just playing around with him like we always did. He had no idea that my mouth was watering and my pulse had intensified.

I said, “Look at you, daddy! You’re all plumped up! Looks like you need release!”

While talking, I “accidentally” ran my hand along his thigh, and it immediately gave ...

... him goosebumps along his legs. He also took a deep breath and made a groaning sound, which turned us both on. He smiled and chuckled, then said,

“Don’t you wish it was that easy? Like, we want our dicks sucked right now, and somebody should be on call for that kind of shit, ya know?”

“There are people on call for that,” I said, “They’re called call girls.”

He laughed, then said, “Molly always gets me horny as shit, I just want a little harmless fun.”

The next song came on. It was Madonna, Like A Virgin, and Kyle got suggestive about what to do.

“Hey, wanna have some fun?” he said, “get up and dance for me, baby!”

I blushed and said no, but he was in a really playful mood, and continued:

“Seriously, it’s just us, you dance to this song for me, and I’ll get up and dance for you on the next one.”

We laughed and I agreed to dance for him. I had him back the song up to the beginning so I could go out to the hall and make an entrance.

I noticed his jaw grinding, and so was mine. We were both full of chemical euphoria from the molly we had taken, and it was hitting its peak at exactly the right time. It is an indescribable feeling of comfort, and all inhibitions come undone. We had never acted like this or gone this far into left field. As mentioned earlier, we had played around while drunk and pretended to be gay, but it was always in front of others for laughs, and it stopped right there. This wasn’t stopping, it was intensifying, and we were both fully ...