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A Friend Horny Like Me
by Hornygirl123 (slw492@optonline.net)
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As teenagers, Christian and I were very close. We
talked often, and shared many of our embarrassing
secrets. When we were on the topic of sex one day, we
found out things about each other that we never guess
we would've known... (mf-teens, youths, 1st, mast,
oral)
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From the day that we met, Christian and I knew that we
had hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a
lot about ourselves. One day, the topic took a sharp
turn towards the undiscovered areas of our
conversations, being sexuality.
"Have you ever masturbated?" was his first question to
me. At 13, I had already been pleasuring myself for
years and years. I was nervous to finally talk to
someone about it, but at the same time, it was
relieving. I answered.
"Yes," I said, trying to play it off as coolly as
possible "yes I have." From that moment on, we would
walk to each other using detailed descriptions of our
masturbation habits and methods, our likes and
dislikes. I guess by doing this, we got to know each
other pretty well.
A few years went by, and we still talked like we used
to. We had begun to explore new areas, such as stories
of what we would do together on the computer, and
sometimes even the phone. I consider myself very lucky
to have had a friend like this. One day, I told him
that I was extremely curious about sex. He told me that
he felt the same way. Nothing more was said on behalf
of the sex topic; it did, however, remain in my mind
for quite some time.
We made plans one night to see a movie with each other.
We met at the theater, and he hugged me when he saw me.
I smelt the fresh cologne on his neck, and the smell
alone was enough to get me going. He had no idea what
was in store for the night, but I knew that we were
both in for a surprise. As calmly as possible, I said
to him, "Let's ditch this. I have a better idea."
He looked confused, but decided to go along with what I
had in mind. I led him across the road, and we kept on
walking. We past building after building, store after
store. After a few blocks, I could see our destination
in sight. It was a hotel, and I had already rented a
room. I led him in the sliding doors, and checked my
pocket to make sure I had the key with me. I did, and
we walked to the elevator together.
In the elevator, I felt his hand gently brushing up
against my thigh; he had always known it drove me wild
to have the inside of my thigh touched. Gently, he
moved closer and closer, his hand traveling further up
with each passing second. He reached his face over to
mine and moved his body towards me too, pressing my
back against the cool elevator door, and allowing me to
feel his rock hard dick grinding up against me.
Just as his hand reached towards my soaking pussy, the
doors opened and he pulled away. I put a finger up in
the air and did a "come here" motion in the sexiest way
that I could possibly muster. He followed me to the
room marked 301. I slid the key through to door, and
the door burst open.
I knew that we were both blinded by horniness, and that
there would be no time to do anything that involved
clothes. Before I knew it, I heard him slam the door
behind me and push me over towards the bed. We had both
waited too long for this; it was time so show each
other what we had been missing.
As I fell back onto the bed, I felt him get right on
top of me, his dick pressing hard on my jeans. I felt
his hands reaching up my shirt, brushing over my
stomach and chest, finding their way back behind my bra
and unsnapping it gently. I felt him pull my shirt over
my head, taking the bra away with it. He kissed me
once, then moved down my tits and to my stomach. He
slid my pants off first, then my thong, throwing them
both into the heap containing the other clothes.
I felt bad that it was him doing all the work; he had
waiting just as long as I had, and I felt like I should
be helping. I pushed him off of me, and laid him down
on the bed. His shirt was already off. I straddled him,
jeans and all, and started grinding on his dick through
the material. I felt its stiffness under the pants, and
decided to give him some relief. I unzipped and pulled
down his pants, taking his boxers with it. I knew that
head would drive him wild.
I put my mouth down around the head of his cock, gently
swirling my tongue around. I took in the length of it,
moving up and down, still swirling my tongue. He
started to moan in pleasure, thrusting his hips and
fucking my face. I knew that he would cum soon, but it
was too soon. He hadn't even received the full surprise
yet.
Carefully, little by little, I brought myself back up
to him. I straddled my legs over his dick, and my cunt
swallowed every last inch. I gasped in relief, pleasure
and pain all at once. I was finally full; I had a cock
in me, and I was ready to get to work. I moved my hands
along his chest, up and down. We made a pace together,
hips thrusting faster and faster with each passing
second. His moans kept me going; we were in ecstasy,
loving it more and more every second.
Suddenly, he screamed, "I... I... I'm... I'M CUMMING!"
I felt his dick shooting wave after wave of hot, sticky
cum into my pussy. I climaxed, and moaned the loudest
that I ever had. It was the greatest feeling of my
life, to finally be fucking after so much anticipation.
What he still didn't know though, was that we had the
room to ourselves for the rest of the night.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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