His hands tightened on my hips, his fingers pressing into my flesh and bulging between his fingers. A moment of self-awareness passed through me, and I couldn’t believe I had actually dragged a stranger into the corner of the arcade to grind myself against him. Suddenly, I wanted to stop, to run from the bar and forget this had ever happened.

And yet I couldn’t seem to stop, my hips rocking on him in slow circles, the vinyl seat squeaking beneath us.

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This guy—a guy I had really just met a few minutes ago—was suddenly pulling me along by the hand, weaving through the glow of cabinets and crowds, until we slipped into the corner where the big sit-down racing machines were lined up. Plastic bucket seats, neon steering wheels, cheap vinyl, flashing lights…

“There,” he said, his voice still a little shaky from the excitement of me rubbing myself against him as he showed me how to play the standing arcade game. “The one in the corner. I’m…good at that one.”

I lowered myself into the seat, my skirt riding high up my thighs. The curved screen lit up in front of me, but all I could think about was the throbbing ache between my legs.

“Come here,” I said. “Squeeze in behind me. Then I’ll sort of be…like…on your lap. And then you can teach me…”

His eyes widened, his face pink in the neon light. But he didn’t resist. Slowly, awkwardly, he stepped forward and lowered himself behind me, fitting into the seat as best he could, his long legs bracketing mine. His chest pressed against my back, his arms slid around my sides, and suddenly I was trapped between him and the wheel, my skirt so high I could see the mound of my smooth pussy in the glow of the screen.

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Sooooooo I’ve been hearing about the new retro arcade bar downtown for weeks and decided to go. Everyone at work wouldn’t shut up about it; neon lights, rows of classic machines, retro-themed cocktails (Street Fizzter, Mortal Mojito, Pac Manhattan, etc), and a pumping soundtrack of that PS1 style breakbeat music.

It sounded kinda fun, but I’ve been on a family holiday for the last week so I’ve not been able to go until the weekend, and decided it would be a good excuse to release some pent up…stuff.

Which is why I decided it would be a good idea to go out without panties…

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I was supposed to be sleeping. Her room was nice but I missed my own bed and I couldn’t settle. Too hot. Too wired. Too full of smuggled wine and horny thoughts. I’d already made myself cum once, biting the pillow to stop myself from making a noise, waking my sleeping best friend beside me or, worse, waking her family. But now my pussy was extra wet and I wanted more…

No, I chastised myself. I just needed to take my mind off it.

I crept downstairs, barefoot and braless, half-drunk and craving sugar. Their kitchen was beautiful–stone counters, glass jars, underlit cupboards. The kind of kitchen you only see in magazines. April’s family always seemed to have more money than mine, but it didn’t change our friendship.

I opened the fridge. There was a punnet of strawberries. I didn’t need to think about it to know that her family would be fine with me taking a few. It was always like that with her. I sat on the counter, legs swinging, and ate them slowly. They were cold and sweet and I let the juice linger on my lips, my mind almost completely free from looking around the kitchen for things I could fuck myself with…

That was, until I heard the floor creak.

I looked up, already smiling, feeling mischievous, thinking it was her. But it wasn’t.

It was him.

Her dad.

He stood at the threshold of the kitchen like he wasn’t sure he was allowed in, despite the fact it was his kitchen. It was at that moment that I realized the power I held. I smiled, looking him up and down as he stood there in just a pajama top and no pants.

“Oh, hi Mr. Cartwright,” I said softly, licking juice from my thumb, holding his gaze. “Couldn’t sleep?”

He nodded, taking a step toward me. He looked back the way he came for a moment and then cleared his throat. “You too, huh?”

“I was hungry,” I said, holding up the strawberries. “Want one?”

He shook his head, watching my thumb as it circled the tip of a strawberry.

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“Suit yourself,” I said, biting into it myself. It was juicer than I’d anticipated, and the sweet liquid ran down my chin and dripped onto my chest. I giggled. “Whoops. I made a mess.”

I looked at him, but I made no attempt to wipe my shimmering cleavage.

I knew what I was doing, of course. I knew exactly how I looked, perched there in a low-cut pajama top that I’d borrowed from her, nothing underneath it except my hardening nipples, my thick, bare, thighs visible beneath.

I took another bite, closing my eyes with pleasure as I did so, softly humming my enjoyment. I opened them slowly, making eye contact with him once more, my horny brain taking over. I opened my legs slightly and his gaze flicked downward to my bare inner thighs. He looked away quickly, like he was angry at himself.

“It’s okay,” I said. “Do you like that?”

“What?”

“Looking,” I said, tilting my head, letting my hair fall to one side. “Did you?”

He swallowed but didn’t answer.

I hopped down from the counter and turned my back to him, running my fingers under the faucet, knowing that he’d be able to see my ass cheeks peeking out from beneath the shirt, round and full and in need of spanking. I was suddenly so glad I had left my panties upstairs.

“You always walk around like that?” he asked quietly. “When you’re staying in someone else’s house?”

I turned back toward him and smiled.

“Sometimes, Mr. Cartwright…” I said, brushing my hair to one side, revealing the softness of my neck. “Why? Is it a problem for you?”

“No,” he cleared his throat, a little flustered. “No, that’s fine, Sarah.”

“Hmmm. You seem very interested in my attire Mr. Cartwright…” I said with a grin. He opened his mouth to respond but I continued, cutting him off. “But if you must know, I hardly ever wear a bra or panties. Even at college. I’m sure you must have noticed.” I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them lightly through the pajama top, letting him see how big they were, letting him imagine their weight, pushing my hard nipples against the fabric. I was starting to get pretty turned on teasing him. “I guess I like showing them off.”

“You know what you’re doing,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

I nodded, taking another strawberry and laying it on my tongue around it before biting it. “Yeah. I do.”

“You should probably go back to bed,” he said.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, closing my eyes. “I like it when you tell me what to do.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it.

“Are you sure you don’t want just a little bite?” I slid my hand down my body and lifted the hem of my t-shirt, just lightly, my pussy smooth and bare beneath. “It’s really juicy.”

His daughter’s best friend. Offering her pussy to him in the kitchen.

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He looked behind himself again, down the corridor. Upstairs, his wife was sleeping. “I really don’t think I should…”

“Just a quick kiss,” I whispered. “No one needs to know…”

I put another strawberry in my mouth and closed my eyes, opening my legs a little wider. The strawberry was delicious, the sweetest one yet, and I waited for him to make his decision.

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My thighs were burning from holding myself up, but I didn’t care.

He’d made me wait so long for this moment, what was another few minutes hovering on his lap naked? He could be patient. He was my best friend, after all. He would understand…

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“Or maybe it would be better if I sat on your lap?” I said, still naked as I stood before him, my body on display, revealed to him after all our years of friendship. His eyes went wide as he took me in, flicking from my face down to my body, to my large breasts, to my hips, to my ass.

The lie detector’s needle was going haywire, scratching back and forth in frantic little arcs, and I grinned at the sight of it, feeling like some sort of mad sex scientist, conducting experiments on my willing subject.

“I mean,” I continued, stepping closer. “I’d kind of like to sit down for a bit, if that’s okay with you?”

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With my friend still in a budget lie detector in front of me, I got down on my knees, the carpet soft against my shins. I looked up into his eyes with what I hoped was an innocent expression. The lie detector wires trailed from his fingers, those little sensors still recording every spike that my boobs were causing.

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Can you imagine what it would feel like if your best friend asked if you wanted to watch her kiss and suck her own nipple? What would you do? Tell the truth? Or lie?

What about if you were hooked up to a lie detector test?

I guess that’s what Neill was wrestling with when I asked him if he had ever thought about watching me do something like that, which would explain why his face went bright red. I felt kinda bad for that, but it wasn’t my fault—I’d been trying to find out how he felt about me for a while…

Like the time I “accidentally” forgot to wear panties under my sundress and made sure to bend over right in front of him to grab the USB stick when I dropped it down the back of the bed, holding the position for *way* longer than necessary, feeling the air on the bare skin between my legs…

Or the time I’d “sleepwalked” into his room one night in just a T-shirt, climbing into his blankets with him and pressing my breasts against him in the darkness, murmuring some bullshit about being cold and hoping he could feel how hard my nipples were.

Or even the time I’d sat across from him at the kitchen table eating a popsicle, wrapping my lips around it slowly, pulling it out with a wet pop, running my tongue up the sides in long, deliberate strokes while staring directly into his eyes. I’d even let the juice drip down my chin a little, a few drops falling onto my chest, using my fingers to wipe it up and sucking the sweetness off with a moan about how “messy” I was being.

But each time, Neill had remained inactive, and I wondered if it was because he didn’t like me (or maybe nerdy girls with big boobs weren’t his type), or if it was something more like nerves and/or politeness holding him back.

But today, I was going to find out.

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It started pretty much as soon as I got up at his place. Neill was surrounded by empty energy drink cans and looked like he was debugging some complicated code. My plan was simply to lie on his bed and play videogames for a few hours before I went home and made dinner. But as I dropped my bag onto his floor, I spotted a new box under his desk.

“What’s that?” I asked. “Not more new tech…” I said, rolling my eyes. “You’re gonna bankrupt yourself with all this stuff.”

“It’s actually old tech,” he said, grinning, clearly glad I asked. “I found it on an auction site.”

“Cool,” I said, grabbing the box and sliding it out from under his desk. It looked like a box filled with wires. “What is it?”

“It’s a galvanic skin response monitor. Also known as a polygraph.”

“Oh, no way?” I pulled a face at the mess of wires. “Like a lie detector test? Does it work?”

“Wanna find out?” he asked. “The auction listing said it did, but I haven’t had anyone to try it on.”

Ten minutes later, sitting in his desk chair, velcro straps around my fingers and a bunch of wires leading toward a box, he asked me some questions. My name. My age. Etc etc. Then he asked me to lie on purpose.

“Is your name Emma?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, and the needle jumped, spiking into yellow territory.

“Holy shit,” I laughed. “It actually caught that.”

We played for a few more minutes, trying some variations on lying, half truths, etc. He asked me if I liked pineapple on pizza, asked if I thought his coding hobby was boring, asked if I really did think his Lego collection was cool (I do!). But it was getting boring, and I knew he’d never dare ask the kind of questions that would make it exciting.

“Let’s switch. Let me ask you some stuff.”

“Hmmm…”

“Don’t be lame, dude,” I said, starting to unhook myself. “It’ll be fun.”

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Five minutes later, our roles were switched. He took my place in the chair, and I took the sensors, wrapping them around his fingers. His hands were trembling a bit, and I could feel the pulse in his wrist. I asked him the baseline questions and he answered them accordingly. I could see him relaxing, trusting the process. Which is when I decided to see how far I could push him.

“Okay,” I said. “You ready?”

“What for?” he said.

I took a deep breath. “Have you ever thought about me like…sexually?”

The needle jumped so hard it nearly went off the chart. “What do you mean!?”

“Holy shit,” I breathed, grinning at him. I leaned against the desk, crossing my arms under my chest. I knew what I was doing. I’d been blessed—or cursed—with a body that drew attention. My breasts bulged slightly in my low-cut top, and I saw Neill’s eyes flicker down before he forced them back up to my face. “You have, haven’t you?”

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“I...that’s not...” he stammered, looking at the needles, then at me, then the wall. “That’s not a fair question.”

“That’s a yes,” I said, feeling a thrill run through me. “What about when you…you know…jerked off? Have you ever thought of me then?”

“Sarah! Come on! I don’t want to—”

“Hey!” I said. “Play fair! You said you’d answer my questions! I want to know…”

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Yes. Maybe.”

The needle on the machine confirmed he was telling the truth, and I felt my heartbeat get a little quicker. It was thrilling to know that he had at least thought about me in that way a few times, and I wondered if those bikini pictures I’d sent him were what had inspired it.

“When you do it…” I took a little breath, lowering my volume slightly. “Do you think about these?” I cupped my own breasts through my top, grabbing them and squeezing, making them bulge through my fingers. It felt weird to be holding my boobs in front of him like this, but the needle jumped again, and he made a small, strangled sound. I felt my nipples harden against my palms, pressing through my bra.

“Yes,” he whispered.

“Would you want to watch me kiss and suck on my own nipple? I can do that, you know…”

The needle went wild again, scratching deep into the yellow zone. I knew I had him then. His brain was short-circuiting with the image I’d just planted there—me wrapping lips around myself for him.

I reached for the hem of my shirt and he swallowed. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking alarmed.

“Nothing,” I said, acting dumb. “What do you mean? Just getting comfortable.” I paused for a beat and then feigned sudden understanding. “Oh! Did you think I was going to actually…?”

“No,” he said.

The needle jumped.

“Liar!” I grinned. “Let’s try another one…”

“Sarah…” he said, his voice reproachful. But I noted that he made no effort to get up out of the chair. It’s not like he was strapped in or anything. All he needed to do was remove a couple of loops and velcro, but no. He remained where he was.

“Hmm, I think I still have some questions. What about…” I looked around his room for inspiration. “What about if I asked you to be a seat for my pussy.” Just saying the word pussy in front of him made my heart skip another beat. “Like…if I wanted to make your face my seat for the rest of the evening. Would you do it?”

I imagined it—imagined lowering myself onto his face, feeling his tongue against me. I’d always been proud of my pussy, kept it waxed and soft, and the thought of him worshipping it, of this sweet tech geek drowning in my juices while I rode his face, made my knees weak.

I wondered if his cock was hard, and then realized that I didn’t have to wonder at all.

I got down on my knees in front of him and asked the next question…

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Sitting on the couch, watching what I was doing, Zach was frozen.

And I kind of understood why…

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My heart was pounding against my ribs as I positioned myself on the floor, my breasts pressing against the cool wood of the coffee table. I could feel Zach’s eyes on me, and I spread my knees wider. I knew I was about to put on the performance of a lifetime.

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I cringed at myself; had I really just told one of my best guy friends that I’d be more comfortable sucking if I was naked?

Yup. That was me. I’d done that.

Oh dear.

The worst part, of course, was that it was true.

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Zach, having just watched me, one of his best friends, kissing and licking a toy in a very slutty way, right in front of him, seemed a little dumbfounded…

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Soooooooo this happened a little while ago. It started when my friend Zach was sitting on the other side of my couch in my apartment, his legs stretched out on the coffee table while he scrolled through his phone. I was getting my ass kicked on Hollow Knight (still haven’t completed it) and threw my controller down onto my lap in frustration.

“Fuck,” I remember saying. “I was sooooooo close that time.”

Zach grunted and continued scrolling on his phone. It wasn’t like him to ignore me, and so I reached out my leg, nudging his thigh with my foot.

“What are you so engrossed in?” I asked.

He jumped slightly when I pressed my toes against him, and looked up sheepishly. “Nothing!”

“Hmmmm,” I leaned over, trying to peek at his screen, but he pulled it away from me slightly. I narrowed my eyes at him and withdrew my foot. “You’re being weird.”

“Ah, sorry. It’s nothing. Really.” He tucked his phone back in his pocket. “Just some dumb relationship advice column thing I was reading.”

“Since when do you read relationship advice?” I raised an eyebrow. Like me, Zach was perpetually single—it was one of the reasons we got to hang out so often. I doubt any potential girlfriend would have been very happy with how close we were.

“It just came up on my FYP and I was curious. It was actually about...um...tips for women.”

“Tips for women?” I said, feeling myself smirk slightly. I didn’t want to make him feel silly, but the idea of Zach reading the kind of stuff I used to read in my moms magazines was kind of funny. “What kind of tips?”

Zach squirmed. “You know...like…tips...”

I laughed. “Oh no way? You mean sex tips?”

He flushed red. “Oral sex, yeah.”

“Oh, wow,” I said, surprised. “Why are you reading that? You gonna start sucking dick?”

He laughed. “Noooooo. I wasn’t imagining doing it, obviously! I was imagining receiving it!”

I raised my eyebrow again. “Oh, were you now?”

His cheeks went even redder. “Don’t judge me! It just came up! Don’t you ever get stuff like that on your FYP?”

“Hell no,” I scoffed. “I don’t need any tips.”

“No?” he asked.

I lowered my eyebrows, looking at him, surprised at his boldness. I turned my head slightly, letting my ponytail fall by the side of my head. “No, I don’t.” I said slowly. “I’m naturally talented, I assure you.”

Zach’s eyes widened slightly. “Really?”

“Yes.”

We lapsed into silence for a moment and I looked at him, appraising him. “If you’re so interested, I can show you…”

“Show me? Here?” He looked around the room a little wildly. “I didn’t know you…I don’t know if I—”

“Not on you, silly.” I walked over to my dresser, feeling his eyes on me the whole time. “Don’t be gross.”

My heart was starting to beat faster. I was much more used to Zach becoming suddenly fascinated by the ceiling when I caught him glancing at my cleavage than talking about blowjobs with him. But now I was talking to him about how good I can suck dick, and I felt my nipples hardening already.

I opened the bottom drawer, pushing aside some folded clothes until my fingers closed around it. When I turned around, Zach’s eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Sarah! What the fuck.”

“Oh, come on!” I said. “You were just reading about this stuff, weren’t you? Can’t get prudish on me now…”

“Well…yeah. But—”

“So you don’t want to watch?” I said, holding up my favorite toy. “It’s an educational demonstration.”

I wrapped my hands around the shaft, feeling the weight of it, remembering exactly what it felt like for it to be inside me. Only a few nights ago I had been naked in my room, lowering myself onto it, taking it as deep as I could, imagining it was the real thing, my fingers in my mouth, my tits pushed together, my body glowing with–

“Nevermind,” I said, shaking my head, feeling suddenly mortified that I was waving a plastic cock in the direction of my best guy friend. “Stupid idea.”

“Wait!” Zach said, sitting up slightly as I moved toward the drawer. I turned back to face him, his gaze alternating between my face and the silicone penis, his brain clearly wrestling with the idea of seeing his big-boobed best friend wrapping her lips around a plastic cock in front of him.

“You should show me.”

“Really?” I said, my heart starting to beat a little faster.

“Yeah. I think it would be cool…”

“Okay, cool!” I said, looking around the room, suddenly excited to show him how well I could suck. “Umm, okay, so if I go here and put this here…”

I grabbed a couple of throw pillows from the couch, tossing them on the floor in front of the coffee table, setting up a nice little spot for my knees.

“This will work,” I announced.

Zach watched me, silent now, his mouth slightly open. I knelt down on the pillows, arranging them until I was comfortable, my knees sinking into the soft fabric. The coffee table was the perfect height, coming up to just below my chin.

“Right,” I said, more to myself than to him. I pressed the suction base of the toy firmly against the polished wood of the table. Even though I was on the other side of the table, it wasn’t an accident that I had aligned it right between his outstretched legs. “And...there we go.”

Control of the situation was getting away from me already. I had, in the space of just a few minutes, shown my best friend my favorite sex toy and set up a position to suck it for him.

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“Ready?” I asked. Looking up at him from my position on the floor, my hands resting on my thighs, the angle pushing my breasts together, deepening the cleavage of my V-neck top. I was undoubtedly being a little slutty. I felt a little ashamed, but the way he was watching me as I prepared myself to take the toy inside me was way too exciting, and so I pushed those feelings deeper inside me. His eyes flicked down to my cleavage, just for a second, before snapping back up to meet my gaze.

He nodded, blushing, a deep, mottled red that crept down his neck.

Fuck it.

I smiled.

“Okay.”

I leaned in, licking my lips to make them wet and shiny, my hair falling over one shoulder. I pressed a soft, closed-mouth kiss to the very tip, closing my eyes as I did so and letting out a soft sigh as I pressed my breasts together. The toy bent slightly against the pressure of my lips, and I pulled away slightly, looking up at him again. His hands were in fists and his knuckles were white.

Jeeze, I remember thinking. If that’s how tense he is already, he’s in for a hell of a ride.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes, making my face innocent and my voice soft.

“It’s all about anticipation,” I whispered.

I opened my mouth, extended my tongue fully, my facial expression a soft ahegao. I brought my head forward once more, tilting it to the side slightly, preparing myself to cover the cock in my saliva, from base to tip, to suck it sloppily and and hungrily. At the last second, I pulled back and giggled, sitting back on my heels, making my breasts bounce as I did so.

“See?” I said. “Anticipation.”

“Yeah,” Zach said, clearing his throat. “Yeah. It certainly seems effective.”

“Oh, it is!” I said. “Works every time. And it’s great because I love it, too. Should I carry on?”

“If...you want.”

“Do you want?”

“Yes.”

I nodded, leaning in again. I let my tongue unfurl slowly once more, closing my eyes, hoping he would enjoy seeing me that way; my eyes were closed and my mouth open, showing him what my face would look like if I was begging for cum…

I shivered with pleasure, starting to feel a little embarrassed at how slutty I was being, but the embarrassment only caused me to get even hornier, a feedback loop of shame and excitement and desire. I let my tongue peek out, tracing my lips slowly, letting him watch me do it.

“A lot of women, especially in the porn I see, seem to think it’s about speed. Hard and fast and deep and sloppy. And that stuff is good, but a big part of what people miss is the tease…do you like to be teased?”

“I…I don’t know.”

“Okay,” I whispered, my eyes still closed. “Let’s find out. Are you watching?”

I didn’t wait for him to answer. Keeping my eyes closed, I licked the cock from base all the way to the tip. I heard Zach shift on the couch, adjusting himself. I pretended not to notice, but when I opened my eyes he had moved to a new position, his legs crossed and his face red.

“Are you okay?” I said, suddenly worried I was taking this too far. “Do you want me to carry on showing you how I suck? Or should I stop?”

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Hey Adrian,

You’re realllllly desperate if you’re trusting me to give advice on the right sorority for your girlfriend! Just kidding. You’ve come to the right place!

I definitely understand a thing or two, as you well know from our time together. Those were a great few nights, huh? Anyway, for that, you have a sorority by the name of Kappa Omicron Psi to thank.

Your GF is hot, right? haha. Weird question I know but…I think I remember her from that party—blonde hair, tight waist, perky tits and a cute button nose? If so, send her to ΚΟΨ. It can be a little extreme at times, but I guarantee she’ll come out trained in all the right ways, just like me.

I’m attaching the application letter and the pledge…

Good luck!

Sarah x

Dear Applicant,

Thank you for your interest in Kappa Omicron Psi Sorority (ΚΟΨ).

Enclosed, you will find our official pledge agreement. Please review it carefully, sign where indicated, and return it at your earliest convenience.

With distinction,
The Kappa Omicron Psi Membership Committee

PLEDGE OF COMMITMENT
Kappa Omicron Psi Sorority (ΚΟΨ)

As a pledge of Kappa Omicron Psi, I enthusiastically consent to do the following:

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I recently hit 1000 paying subscribers for my erotic stories! Yay!

This is good and exciting and brings me one step closer to achieving my goal of becoming a full time writer. Double yay!

So, for some people—the ones who are here just for the stories—a series of images of me in small underwear might not be of much interest to you. In fact, you might hate it, and I’d understand why. But for the rest of you; what better way to thank you all for helping me get to 1k subs?

Enjoy, you deserve it <3

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I was kissing her again, but this time it was different.

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“I’m not sure about that…” Amy said, looking down between my legs.

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It was gentle grinding at first; a slow movement of my hips; my pelvis followed by my tummy, then my chest and breasts, the wave travelling the entire length of my body in slow, repetitive undulations. I bit my lips and closed my eyes, knowing she was watching me, letting her watch me.

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Soooooooo my friend Amy was standing by my bedroom dresser wearing a tight T-shirt that exposed her midriff, which I remember specifically because the little pink jewel in her belly bar was reflecting the sunlight from the window and I thought I was super pretty. Anyway, we were just hanging on a random Saturday—literally nothing interesting—and she was reaching into my top drawer to get a hair tie when she stopped.

“Woah, what the heck is this? You’re joking, right?” she said. “This thing is like…eight inches or something!”

“So?” I said, feeling my face redden a little. She was my best friend, but that didn’t mean I went around showing her my sex toys. Not usually, anyway. “It’s not that big, right? Like, it’s normal.”

“Normal?” Amy laughed, reaching into the drawer and pulling it out, holding it up in the air and giving it a wiggle. Her eyes wide. “Damn, what guys have you been with?”

“It’s not that big,” I repeated, feeling my stomach tighten. But seeing her, standing in the middle of my bedroom floor, holding it aloft, I had to admit that it looked pretty huge. “Anyway, don’t shame me! I like it.”

“Yeah right!” she laughed. “There’s no way you can take all of this.”

“Of course I can!” I said, feeling suddenly defensive. “It’s nice!”

She laughed. “It doesn’t look nice! It looks painful!”

“Well, I guess it is a little bit, at first. But once your body gets used to it…once it’s like…all the way inside you and you’re grinding on it then—” I realized she was watching me with a little smirk. “Shut up!” I said, pulling my robe tighter around my body, my hair still damp from my shower.

“I didn’t say anything!” she laughed.

“You’re pulling a face!”

She shrugged, wrapping her hand around the shaft of it and contemplating, feeling the weight of it in her hand, squeezing slightly and raising an eyebrow. “I can’t see it.”

“Fine,” I said, kneeling up on the bed and snatching it off her, my robe falling open slightly. “Want me to prove it?”

Amy laughed. “You wouldn’t dare!”

“That’s what you think!”

I slipped it beneath my robe, lying it on the bed between my legs, running my hands down the sides of it, taking a deep breath, trying to psych myself up. I wasn’t wearing any panties, and I felt Amy’s eyes on me, the silk robe suddenly feeling thin and immaterial.

As best friends, we used to get changed in front of each other without ever thinking about it, and we’d even shared a bath together once when we’d book that hotel that was way too small. But that was years ago, and this was a very different situation…

…but it wasn’t my fault she didn’t believe me.

I found my clit and began to circle it.

“You’re really going to do this?” Amy said, our eyes locking for a moment as I continued to touch myself beneath the silk. It felt weird to be touching myself in front of her, but it’s not like she could see anything, and it somehow gave me a strong thrill of exhibitionism, which very much helped what I was trying to achieve…

I knew I’d have to prove it to her eventually, but for now I ignored her, closing my eyes, trying to lose myself in the sensation. I pictured a faceless, nameless man, imagined his hands on me, his body pressing against mine. I worked myself for a few minutes, my breathing getting deeper, feeling myself opening up, softening, getting ready.

“Sarah,” she said. “You don’t have to do this. I was just joking, you know?”

“Mmmhmmm,” I said, half-agreement, half-moan. “It’s okay. Don’t…mmm…don’t worry about it. I want to, now…”

I opened my eyes to see Amy nodding solemnly, sitting down on the edge of the bed and watching me. I moved the head of the dildo between my lips and then gasped slightly as I pushed the tip of it inside me, gripping the bed sheet as I did so.

Amy bit her lip.

“Can I…can I see?” she asked, crossing her legs.

I nodded slowly, gasping again as I slid it another inch deeper, feeling it begin to stretch me, just a little. “Okay…” With my other hand—the one not pressing the dildo into myself—I opened my robe. Amy’s eyes went wide.

“Holy shit, Sarah.”

I looked down at myself.

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The dildo was half way inside me already, my hips were gyrating unconsciously on the shaft of it. My breasts, heavy and full, had fallen either side of my body, my nipples hard and pointed upwards. My pussy, smooth and glistening, was spread wide. I hadn’t expected to see myself looking so obscene, but I understood her exclamation now.

“See,” I managed with a grunt. “It’s going in.”

“Yeah…” Amy breathed. “It is…”

I slid it a little further. Another inch.

“Fuck!” I yelped.

Amy sat up straighter, shuffling toward me slightly. “Are you okay?” she said, her face concerned.

I nodded, tears in my eyes. “It just feels good, that’s all. Can you…”

Oh god, was I really going to ask this?

No. It was too weird. It was crossing a line.

“Never mind,” I said.

“What?” Amy asked, shuffling closer still. “What’s wrong?”

“Can you help me?”

Amy’s face flushed even redder than it already was. “Help…how?”

“Just…help,” I said, letting go of the dildo and opening my legs wide for her. “Please.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say the words, but it was clear what I wanted. Amy, still sitting on the end of the bed, leaned forward and gingerly placed two neatly manicured fingers on the base of the dildo and pushed it.

“FUCK,” I gasped.

Amy looked mortified, pulling her hand away from the dildo and placing it on my knee. “Oh my god, are you okay? I didn’t mean to—”

“Do it again.”

“Really?”

My back arched a little and I moaned. “Does it look like I’m joking?”

Amy smiled, looking a little flustered and embarrassed, blowing some of the blonde fringe out of her eyes. She leaned forward and—watching me closely—pushed it again. This time, when I made a noise, it seemed to encourage her rather than deter her, for she gripped the base of the dildo and pulled it out a little way before pushing it in even deeper.

“Oh my god, yes. Amy. That’s it. That’s…that’s really helpful, actually...”

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Amy nodded, her eyes transfixed between my legs, on my body, on my face, at the way I was taking it. She pushed a little deeper, and I felt my body relax even further, feeling safe in the hands of my best friend.

I wondered what the hell was wrong with me and then decided I didn’t care.

“More,” I said. “Give me more.”

Amy nodded, and to my surprise, she used her other hand to grip my thigh, prying my legs further apart, making me gasp as she sank the dildo deeper inside me.

“You’re so wet…” she whispered, pushing it a little deeper. “I think you might actually be able to do it…”

“Oh, fuck,” I said, tears in my eyes, feeling the stretch now. “How much further?”

“Just a little more,” Amy whispered. “You can do it…”

Her gentle words of encouragement did something to my body, and I felt myself relax even further. We stayed like this for a moment; Amy holding the dildo steady as I moved my body cautiously, easing myself further down it. I felt the sweat beading on my forehead, and for some reason, I felt the urge to push my breasts together for her, squeezing them with my forearms, presenting them to her. They bulged, my nipples hard, and I took pleasure from the fact she was looking.

“Kiss me,” I said suddenly, surprising myself.

Amy froze, one hand still resting on my thigh, the other resting on the dildo three quarters of the way inside me. “Kiss you?” she repeated “What are you talking about?”

“I mean…” I laughed slightly in spite of myself, my breath catching as she adjusted the dildo slightly. “Sure. Why not, right? You’re already fucking me…”

“Ew, oh my god, I’m not!” she said, sounding disgusted. But I noticed that she did not pull her hand away, keeping a firm grip on the cock buried inside me.

“Just... please?” I said, hearing a little whimper in my voice. “It’ll help me relax. You want me to take this whole thing, don’t you?”

She looked from my eyes to my lips, down to my pussy, then back up to my eyes again. “This is weird,” she said, but she still didn’t pull away.

Maybe she just needed a little push. Maybe she just needed to see how much I needed her, how much I appreciated her, how much I valued her as a friend. We’d been through so much together, and I knew that if I just showed her how grateful I was, then she’d understand.

With the dildo still buried inside me, I grabbed my tits and started to grind…

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Hey, can you do me a favor?

Sure

What’s up?

Ummm…

It’s kind of embarrassing.

????

Soooo you know it’s Elliot’s birthday today, right?

Of course

I might be a guy, but I’m not a complete neanderthal lol

I know when it’s my homie’s birthday

Haha sorry for doubting you

Lol no worries we good

So you’ll help?

Well I still don’t know what it is…

True

So

I have a present for him

And I’d like your opinion on it?

Oh, okay

Cool

Hit me!

Hold up, it’s deeper than that lol

…okay?

Soooooooo it’s not like… a normal present

It’s more…

Ugh okay this is weird

It’s more of a guy thing

So I need a guy opinion

Now I’m even more confused

Yeah I get that

Sorry

No, it’s cool

Whatever I can do to help

I’m here for you guys

Ah

You’re so sweet

Haha thanks

I try

What are we talking here?

A new wallet? Clothes? Game?

Noooo

Well, clothes sort of, I guess lol

Anyway

I don’t need any advice on games

How dare you!

haha

True true

Forgot you were gamer GF of the century lol

Haha it’s okay

Soooo…?

Okayyyyy

So

Promise not to be weird?

Nope

But go on

Lol fine

Sooooooooooooo

Lol

I see you keep typing and then cancelling

Spit it out!

haha

Ugh

Fine!

I bought edible underwear

Haha oh wow

Noice

So like candy panties?

Yeah

It’s red licorice

But like, in a lace pattern

Oh nice

What flavor?

Why does that matter? haha

Elliot hates cherry lol

They are strawberry ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

Perfect!

Well

I’m not sure they are actually

How so?

Well this is why I’m messaging you!

In think they are cute

And like, lowkey hot, obviously

But I’m worried they are too slutty

Wait

So you want me to tell you if your edible underwear is too slutty? lol

Well it sounds weird when you put it like that

It’s just that Elliot doesn’t know I got them and I can’t exactly ask him

Because its a surprise!

I guess that makes sense

I’m wearing them now

You’re wearing them already?

Well yeah! I’m going to see him soon

I just need someone to check first

Because the lace is really small

And it feels like…I don’t know

I don’t want him to think I’m a slut

I just want to send you a few pictures…

Oh god

I don’t know about this…

It’s fine!

Just pretend I’m some model you don’t know

Hmmm

Or your sister or something

Dude.

Yeah okay, that was weird lol

Sorry

Was just trying to make is less…sexual I guess

Your sister does have nice boobs though

NANCY!

THAT’S FUCKING GROSS

SORRY!

But…

You gonna help me or not?

You’re his best friend, dude!

Pleeeeeeeaaaasssseee

I need you

Sighhhhhhhhh

I’ll do it if its really gonna help

Yay!

You’re a good friend!

Here

Feast your eyes lol

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…

Holy shit

Nancy

That isn’t small…its fucking tiny

Right?

That’s what I’m saying!

It barely cover my nipples

Look

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Oh my god

This is…a lot

I can see

Um

A lot

Lol

That’s what I was afraid of!

What do you mean?

Your reaction!

I wanted them to be hot and sexy

But you’re acting like they are super slutty

Which I was worried they might be

Noooooooo

Well

Yeah, actually

It’s pretty slutty lol

Slutty can be good lol

I’m sure Elliot will like it anyway!

You think so?

But I’m basically naked!

My boobs are practically spilling out lol

Yes

I think he will like it ESPECIALLY because your boobs are spilling out

I had no idea they were that huge

Yeah…I normally keep them covered up

But

You like them, right?

The underwear?

Yeah

It looks fucking hot

Oh god

Don’t tell Elliot I said that

OMG I wouldn’t!

This is our secret

Like I say, I just need a guy’s opinion, and who better to ask than his best friend?

True, I guess

I mean, look at the bottoms

They barely even cover my lips!

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Fuck

Yeah

I can see that

Dude

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Oh Jesus

I shouldn’t be looking at this

Right?

I just look like…

Totally fucking obscene like this, right?

Strawberry laces criss-crossing my nipples and ass, barely covered

It’s even worse on all fours

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NANCY!

Jesus!

Fuck

I never thought I’d see my buddy’s girlfriend face down ass up

Your body is incredible btw

You’re supposed to be reviewing the underwear actually haha

You started it…

I guess I did…

Is it hot if I do this?

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Fuck, Nancy

You know I can see your nipples, right?

Like, the way you pushed them together…the licorice has come away…

Oh, whoops

I didn’t notice

Would you suck them if you were here?

Your nipples?!

What kind of a question is that?!

I’d let you

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…

Fuck

Really?

Yesssssssss

They are so hard right now

One little suck couldn’t hurt, right?

I’m just curious because I think they are probably strawberry flavored right now

Lol yeah

I bet they are

Shall I check for you?

Nancy

You are being a little crazy right now

So?

You like it, right?

I don’t hate it…

Good

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There

I checked

Turns out they are

God, I look like such a slut sucking me own nipple for you

Looking right at the camera, too…

Ughhhhhhh

awreufghwer

Why are you doing this to me?

I told you!

I just want to know if it looks hot!

Trying to get a reaction out of you!

What about if I was bent over in front of you like this?

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Oh fuck

Yeah

That’s actually worse than I thought it would be

The licorice doesn’t even cover my pussy

You can literally see how fat and juicy it is

I bet it tastes amazing right now too

Maybe you should check that too…

Richard!

I can’t believe you just said that!

You know I’d have to put my fingers in my pussy to do that, right?

Yes

Okay

Fine

I guess I’m just worried because I’m like…SO wet

If I try it, I think fingers will just slide right in

And then what?

Then I’d just be fucking myself for you

Yeah

That would be really bad

Right?

Sliding my fingers in and out of myself while I send you pictures

Unable to stop myself

And then before you know it I’d probably be bouncing on them, too

Fucking my fingers

Boobs jiggling

Eye crossed

Imagining I was riding

Elliot, right?

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You were right

My pussy tastes like strawberry right now

Fuck that looks so juicy

I wish you could try it

Really?

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Fuck

I’ll take that as a yes

Can I ask a weird question

I think we’re beyond that haha

Good

Would you eat the underwear

If I stood over you naked

And fed it to you

While stroking your cock?

Omg that literally just made me shiver

So, yes?

Yes

Very yes

Okay good

Because that’s what I’m going to go do to Elliot now

Thanks so much for your help

What?!

What?

OMG Nancy you’re joking, right?

No?

Why would I be?

Fuck

My cock is so hard right now

You’re such a fucking tease

I know

It gets me off

I’m so fucking horny I’m going to let Elliot do whatever he wants to me

You’re the best friend ever

He’ll never know the gift you’ve given him (A very slutty horny GF)

I’ll let him know you said happy birthday

Afterwards

Byeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Stories in the book:

Red Velvet→

Licorice

Boiling Point→

Lemonade→

The Dinner Party Host

Appetizer

Too Much Coffee

Late Night Strawberries→

Compliments To The Chef

Frosting

Spit Roasted