A Night Alone With My Best Friend - Sex Stories

A Night Alone With My Best Friend

... shiny red satin and stopped to comment.

“Whoa!” he said, “what are you wearing?”

I got nervous but tried to remain calm, cool, and keep the conversation light and fun, as I continued to lightly sway my ass back and forth in his face.

“Oh my God,” I replied, “I totally forgot that when you suggested we dance for each other, I ran back into Lola’s room and threw some of her lingerie on to surprise you. If this bothers you, I can take it off, and I know I had no right to go into her panty drawer, I was just caught up in the moment as that molly was kicking in.”

He didn’t say anything in response, but his hand remained on my pants. I felt it go under my pants and begin moving around, feeling my ass cheeks that were being cradled by these sexy satin panties. I heard him begin breathing heavily as he did so, then he started quietly laughing lightheartedly and he broke his silence.

“Man, I know this will sound weird,” he said, as his hand was now pushing my ass cheeks apart and his fingers were running up and down my ass crack, “and I never ever acted on these feelings, but I always thought my sister was hot as fuck. Maybe it’s the molly talking.”

I started moving my ass gingerly while his hand kept exploring, and his breathing got a little more intense.

I tried to comfort him. “I know that it does sound weird when you talk about your sister like that, and I know you would never act on anything like that, but I have to agree with you. Your sister is totally ...

... fucking hot. She’s so girly girl, and you’re so manly man, but you’re both fortunate in the looks category.”

He was smiling, clearly not of his right mind, and apparently was extremely turned on. He pulled my pants down a little further, and gripped my ass cheeks with both hands now, as his breathing intensified even more, then he started chuckling again.

“You know what?” said Kyle playfully, “I’ve determined that you’ve been a naughty girl, and deserve to be punished for it. I think I have a solution if you’re willing to accept my punishment.”

Now I began breathing heavily, as one his hands made it inside of the panties. I remained turned away from him, as he spread my cheeks with his 4 outside fingers, as his middle finger began running up and down my crack, flirting directly with my boy pussy hole. I made a quiet, satisfactory grunt as he did so.

He asked again, “Well, are you willing to accept my punishment?”

I played along with him, not sure where any of this was going to end up going.

“I have been a naughty girl,” I replied, “and I think I do need to be punished for putting on your sister’s panties and bra.”

He replied, “Wait a minute, you’re also wearing one of her bras?”

I nodded yes to him, and grinded my ass back into his hands as best I could from the position I was in.

“Very well, then, little lady,” said Kyle, “here’s what you’re going to have to do. I need you to remain facing away from me, and to stand up and take off your shirt and ...