I know we’re not supposed to act any differently, so that no one can find out what’s going on between us and tell him, but I’m having a hard time keeping my mind off the thought of your tongue on my clit while my thighs squeeze tighter against your head. Thankfully, he is gone for the weekend on some trip with friends, so I don’t have to worry about him seeing anything or interrupting. Because he is gone and has the truck, you have graciously agreed to drive me home, even though it is out of your way. Everyone else thinks you’re just being the good guy, I know the truth...you want to be alone with me.
When our eyes meet, I feel the familiar twinge below my waist; my nipples harden despite the hot humid afternoon. I am wearing a flowing tie-dye dress with spaghetti straps that reaches my ankles and ties around my waist; accenting my already large breasts. The fabric does little to hide the goose bumps rising along my arms as the fire in my belly grows stronger. You see my face flush and contemplate excusing yourself from the conversation you are having with Rick, Jason, Bob, and Ken and hiding somewhere with me as we attempt to scratch the itch that is burning out of control. ‘Better to wait’ you think, there is no need to call attention to either one of us.
I am sitting at the patio table with Gina, Amber, and Jennifer, making small talk and trying to create a reason to excuse myself for a moment. Finally, I am able to break away and enter the house. I go downstairs to the basement bathroom where I can be alone and run a smaller risk of being interrupted. I lock the door behind me and start rubbing my nipples through my dress. I pull the shoulder straps down to expose my hard, pink nipple and roll it between the fingers of my left hand while my right hand probes the smooth flesh of my clean-shaven mound, my wetness escaping. A quiet gasp escapes my lips as the waves of ecstasy cause me to shudder and my wetness soaks through my tiny thong panties. I compose myself and return to the party.
You noticed I had disappeared and were wondering where I went. You see me walk out of the house and motion for you to follow me into the front yard. When we get to the front porch, we are thankfully alone. I pull you close to me, and put my finger directly into your mouth, allowing you to taste my sweetness.
“Is that?” you ask.
“Mmmhmm.” I nod, a sly smile creeping across my face. “Do you like that?”
“Mmmhmm.” You nod, a noticeable stiffening growing in your shorts.
My hand rubs the stiffness and with a sly smile I slip my still-wet panties into your pocket. “Hang on to these for me,” I say as I walk into the backyard.
A few hours pass and try as you might, you cannot keep your mind off the fact that the panties that were on my body are now in your pocket and I am walking around with nothing between me and that flowing skirt. You have to do something about it now, but it is still too soon to leave the party without people wondering why we are leaving early. You feel the buzz of a text message and look at your phone to see ‘damn baby, my clit is still so hard’ from me on the screen.
Decision made, you excuse yourself from the guys and let them know you’ll be right back. “Emily and I are going to go get some more beer, I think she’s drinking all of it before I can get to it,” you say as you motion for me to follow you to the truck. “Let’s go for a little ride and grab some more beer,” you say so the girls don’t wonder where we disappeared to.
“Are we really out of beer?” I ask.
You shake your head. “Not really, but I need...something, and you can help.”
“Oh yeah, what is it you need?”
“You,” you say as you open the truck and I climb in.