You want me to do what?!

What else are friends for?

“I didn’t even know that was a thing,” I said, looking at him earnestly. “Why?”

He shrugged, a little defensively. “I…don’t know. I just think it’s kinda hot.”

“But what do you get out of it?”

He sighed. “Forget it, sorry. It’s nothing. I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“Don’t worry, you didn’t!” I said, scooting closer to him on the bed, the mattress dipping beneath our combined weight. “I think it’s interesting! It’s always kind of fun to find out what kinks your friends have.”

“It’s not a kink!” he protested. “It just…you know…I read about it and it sounds interesting…”

“Not a kink?” I raised an eyebrow. “So if I told you I wanted to try it right now, you wouldn’t be into it?”

He swallowed, his gaze flickering between my eyes and the bedspread “I…um…”

I scooted even closer, our thighs touching. “Because I agree. It does sound interesting. Kind of like a nice way to relax after a day at work…”

“Right!?” he said, his enthusiasm rising. “That’s the whole vibe! I just want to be there for you. Uh…I mean, for someone.”

I laughed. “Okay then, lie down.”

“What, really?”

“Not if you don’t want to…” I shrugged.

He looked at me for a moment, his eyes searching mine for any sign of a joke, trick, or mockery. “C’mon, doofus,” I teased. “I’m serious. We’re friends. It’s not going to be weird. But you have to promise to close your eyes.”

He looked at me for a moment longer and then shuffled back on the bed, lying flat on his back, his hands flat by his side. I watched him as he pressed the back of his head into the pillow, looked at me one more time, then closed his eyes.

Was I really going to do this? I wondered, my fingers hovering at the waistband of my leggings and the thong beneath, pushing them down over my hips in one smooth motion, my body making the decision for me. I shivered at my sudden nakedness from the waist down.

“This is so weird,” I whispered. “Make sure you keep your eyes closed!”

“Promise,” he said, a slight smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.

I pulled my leggings over my heels and dropped them to the floor, looking down at myself. Bottomless. I’m literally bottomless on my best friend’s bed.

“And you just want me to...sit there, right?” I asked, my voice a little shaky, the confidence I’d had when this was all a joke starting to wane. “And just like…hang out?”

He nodded, his eyes still firmly closed.

“And you’re just going to stay there too?”

He nodded again.

I took a deep breath. Fuck it.

I swung a leg over his chest, my knee sinking into the mattress beside his shoulder. I scooted backward until my knees were parallel with either side of his head, hovered for a second, my body a tense arc above his face, and then lowered myself. The first touch was a tentative press of his closed lips against my pussy, unintentionally spread from the position of my legs.

I gasped. Holy shit. I was not prepared for how it felt.

My thighs started to shake almost instantly, and I realised I could not sustain this position of hovering.

I settled my weight, his mouth opening slightly. The sensation deepened, the wetness of his tongue and lips made direct contact with my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, trying to focus, to make this normal. I grabbed my phone from the nightstand, propped it up against a pillow, and opened TikTok. The screen lit up and I tried to watch, to care about the videos I was being shown, to basically ignore him, just like he’d asked. But as I watched, I shifted my hips slightly, a subconscious adjustment, and the movement caused my pussy to press more firmly against his mouth, his tongue sliding deeper inside me.

“Oh, god,” I whispered, chastising myself for doing so. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself, forcing myself to watched the next three videos without moving or speaking.

But then my body did it again, a deliberate, experimental rock of my hips. I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as another video played on my phone. The movements became less of an experiment and more of a rhythm. I was moving, a slow, undulating grind.

“Is this okay?” I breathed.

I waited, but there was no answer, only the slight flexing of his jaw against me. That’s when I realised he was so engulfed by my pussy that he couldn’t talk. I lifted my hips, pulling away just enough to look down at his face.

His cheeks were flushed a deep red, his lips glistening, and his eyes were still squeezed shut.

“Yes,” He said, followed by a soft, needy sound that escaped his throat. “This is perfect. Take your time.”

I looked at him the same way he had looked at me before we started, filled with suspicion and mistrust. Was he really enjoying being smothered by his best friend’s pussy? Just…lying there, being a seat for my lips? It seemed crazy to me. And yet he remained in position, his eyes closed, waiting for me to lower myself again. That’s when I realised that he wasn’t just tolerating this; he was loving it.

The realisation sent a thrill through my body and I lowered myself back down, this time with more purpose. I promised myself I’d stop the grinding, just sit still and be a good friend. But my body had its own agenda now. I rocked against him a few more times, his tongue gently exploring me, and suddenly, the thin cotton of my t-shirt felt suffocating, rough against my sensitive skin. I needed it off.

With fumbling fingers, I grabbed the hem and pulled it over my head, tossing it aside. The air on my bare midsection was a relief, but it wasn’t enough; the confinement of my bra felt unbearable, the lace digging into my swollen breasts.

Taking off my bra was just logical, I reasoned with myself, my thoughts hazy with lust. It’s hot in here, right? He can’t see me anyway…

My hands moved behind my back, and with a click, the bra was loose. I slid it off my arms, my heavy, aching tits finally free. The cool air washed over my hard nipples, making them tighten even further.

His eyes were still closed, and knowing he couldn’t see his best friend, naked on his face, somehow made it even hotter.

That’s when I started to grind for real…

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