Best Friend's House

I arrived at my best friend's house, clothing in hand, sleeping bag tucked under my arm. My brown locks gently drifted over the pale skin of my arms, and I couldn't help but shiver as the cold night's air touched my bare arms. Waiting at the door after I'd pressed the door bell, I squirmed slightly as my body's only attempt to raise its core temperature failed. I wasn't sure what we planned to do all night at her house, but I was hoping her brother and sister would stay out of our way; those two usually found a way to ruin our fun.

Finally, the door was opened by my best friend, Violet's, mother. Standing in my shorts and a grey t-shirt Violet had bought for my birthday, I welcomed and thanked her mother for letting me stay the night. My best friend's mother seemed more than happy to have me in their house and gently showed me to where my stuff would be placed. As I stepped into my best friend's room, I was met with the girl herself, brushing out her own blonde hair carelessly.

“Hey Amanda,” she greeted with a slight smile. “In the corner will be fine. My sister and brother are off with my Aunt, so-” She paused and took a small breath, almost seeming to size me up with her blue eyes glazing. “We have the room to ourselves, thank god.” Her family was a Christian family, but Violet's views had almost seemed to be leaning away from a religious standpoint.

It was already dark outside; I'd forgotten how late it was before I'd actually arrived here, only reminded by the small yawn that seemed to escape my mouth right after I plopped my overnight bag onto the blonde's floor. She was approximately the same height as I was, and had a larger chest that I envied.

“I didn't bring pajamas. I hope you don't mind.” I injected with a slight shurg, rarely sleeping in pajamas at my own house anyways. She didn't care, which she showed with a small shrug. “So?”

“It's already time to sleep, isn't it?” I asked, and she gave a small nod. Violet always went to bed earlier than I did, as I preferred to sleep once my body was begging for sleep, around two or three in the morning, while my blue-eyed friend preferred an earlier bedtime around ten.

Violet slipped her blankets off of the bed, tossing them carelessly onto the floor. I gave my friend a puzzled look, and she pointed to the empty spot beside her new make-shift bed. Apparently, she was going to sleep on the floor with me. Being the gentle calm of winter, her door was shut to preserve the heat, I noted, while pulling a blanket out of my overnight bag, draping it on the floor next to Violet's sleeping place. Laying on top of the large comforter, I looked up at the ceiling, the lights off in the blonde's room. Soon enough, after perfecting her newest sleeping spot, she joined me on her own bedding, taking the same position I had just taken.

We continued our small chatter about pointless things, mostly about the whereabouts of her siblings, and the stupid happenings of my own sister. The entire conversation, the sweet smell of the usual perfume she wore continued to drift to me. It was the same scent that had always tantalized me all of the years that we'd been friends. She looked as gorgeous as she always did, despite the fact that she was tired. We continued our mindless conversation, but soon enough, she stated that she was hungry and planned to return to her kitchen for a late-night snack.

“No, I want to talk to you..” I stated plainly, with a straight face, but not forcefully. “It's fun being here with you.” She gave a nod in agreement, but continued to fight, moving to sit up to stand.

“No,” I continued, this time with a smile, as I forcefully took her wrists in my hands, gently keeping hold of them to keep her down as I pushed them onto the wooden floor beneath us. “I want you to stay.” She returned my childlike grin, which was soon replaced by minor annoyance. Actually attempting to leave now, I took her other wrist and, forcing her to move onto her side, I held them both on the ground, one next to the other.

My best friend was stronger than I'd assumed, though, and it was quite obvious that she was going to win this battle of strength if I didn't do something. Thinking quickly, I sat up and moved to straddle the girl's waist, being the dominant one, as I laid out her wrists onto the floor above her. It was pretty obvious she wasn't going to leave now, but I think she noticed a different intention to my new position. Realizing and abusing the power I'd just taken, I leaned down, and gently brushed my soft lips against the warm skin of her neck, bringing a shudder out of my best friend. Too caught up in the moment of power to think through my own actions, I brought my lips back down to her neck, this time gently biting the skin found there. Her scent still entranced me into wanting to be closer to her, the touch of my lips against the velvet skin of her neck only teasing me more.

Her chest was gently heaving, her breath starting to come in smaller gasps, realizing my new intentions but enjoying the sensations too much to chastise me. Gently tracing the natural proceeding of her body's movement, I let my lips travel down her collarbone, letting my throat release a small kitten-like purr, keeping my hands on her wrists, smiling.

Turning myself on, I gently thrust my crotch against the writhing body of the younger girl beneath me, biting my lower lip as she tried not to release a moan that would reveal the true sensations I was currently giving her. Wishing to explore further, I glanced around and smiled once I saw a towel hanging out from my bag that I was going to shower with in the morning. Gently lifting my body, grumbling to myself because I left my thrusting position, I gently moved around until I could reach the towel, keeping my best friend's two hands in my own, then, reaching the towel with my hand, tied up Violet's hands above her head. “Mmm...” I purred into my friend's ear. “Now you're completely mine.”

I returned to my old spot on top of my friend, wishing to explore more of the beautiful blonde's body. My hands gently traced down the gorgeous curves of the woman's body, over the luscious mounds of her breasts, and onto the girls' flat stomach, before gently resting my curious hands on the waistband of her jeans. I lifted the waistband with one of my hands as I gently slid another on onto the open skin that was revealed before removing my hand, still keeping my teasing nature even with my newly-obtained power. Then I let my fingers glide until my hands were under my friend's shirt, my colder hands meeting the warm, bare skin of her my best friend. I continued to trace up her curvaceous, yet slim body, until my hands could cup Violet's breasts, slightly annoyed at the bra that still hindered my touch. Her breasts felt so nice in my hands, arousing my own body even further as I felt the submissive blonde below me moan my name in pleasure.

My best friend was biting her lower lip, gently trying to thrust her crotch against me to receive some kind of friction. Her breath was shallow and panting, and I hadn't even started all of my fun yet. Tracing my hands back down to her stomach, I paused at the hem of her shirt before pulling it up over her head, making my best friend move to make way for the shirt. Realizing I couldn't get it off until I untied her, yet unwilling to give up the fun, I left the shirt covering the make-shift handcuffs, feeling my body wetten farther at the sight of my friend's naked torso. She looked almost like a goddess.

“Let me unclasp it,” I commanded and the blonde complied, arching her back to allow me to unclasp her bra. Having worn my own bras, the process was easily complete, and I let her bra take the same path her shirt had just completed, laying it on her shirt. I watched her visible veins from her neck, the gentle skin of her neck flushed as she took in deep breaths. I was fully aroused now at the sight of my best friend's breasts, gently heaving as her own breath was labored, seeing her fully naked upper body, urged to almost orgasm right on the spot. My body was begging for release, so I couldn't imagine how Violet's must feel.

I leaned down and, unable to resist, took one of my best friend's nipples into my own mouth. Her skin was warm, and I gently swirled my tongue around the now-hardened flesh, hungrily licking for more like a baby for their mother's milk. Switching over to the other breast as I felt my friend start to pant, each breath almost like a small, held-back moan, I smiled, doubling my efforts, wishing to tease my lover as much as possible.

As I was licking, I gently let my hand drift down to her crotch, feeling the warm heat of her womanhood, shivering delightfully. Running my fingers over her crotch, eliciting a moan from the blue-eyed girl beneath me, I felt her jeans were already wet, having soaked through her underwear. The girl beneath me gave another moan, causing me to arouse myself even farther as well. Her chest was heaving, her breasts looking so beautiful, the hair carelessly draped around her face, her gorgeous blue eyes pleading with me for more.

“Jesus,” I gasped, feeling her back arch almost violently off the ground, moving my head, as I pressed against the rough fabric beneath my finger. “You want more, huh?” Unable to speak, she just nodded her head, as I slunk my way down her narrow frame, resting myself between her legs, at her feet. I unzipped her pants, then unbuttoned them, tugging down the denim fabric that seemed to cling to every gorgeous curve of her body. She looked almost helpless, waiting for me to pleasure her, her hands tied up. I'm sure if her hands weren't, she'd have been masturbating fiercely at the moment. Left with a view of my best friend in her underwear, I had to keep myself from moaning and drooling just at the sight. I could even see the wet patch on her panties, arousing me to a point of no return.

Wishing to tease my best friend even more, I gently started rubbing her wet sex through her panties, smiling as the girl bit down even harder onto her lower lip. Her lips were almost in a pout, her heartbeat racing quickly, panting with exertion, and I'm sure she just wished to beg me to allow her release. Unable to tease myself like this anymore, I removed her panties, placing them carelessly on top of her jeans, viewing the blonde's tempting womanhood, covered in hair, yet it seemed to fit her perfectly. I wanted a small taste; just a small one. I pushed my lover's legs apart and dipped my head between her legs, watching the expression on her face as her features contorted into a look of surprise. I gently licked the length of her slit, and Violet couldn't help but moan my name once again, her back arching off the floor for the second time. I felt her body tense already, and I knew she was close to her orgasm.

Violet had confessed to me before that she could never bring herself to orgasm. Today, I hoped to give her the beauty of her first orgasm. I licked up her slit once again, a little annoyed by the hair I was getting into my mouth, but not caring. Finally, ready to give my best friend what she desired, I let my tongue attack her clit, drinking down the tasty essence that was my friend, watching her writhe even more with each pass of my tongue. I placed my hands on her hips, sensing her orgasm was close, wanting to hold her down to keep giving her pleasure.

“Kayla...” She groaned with a small sigh, as I felt her muscles tighten throughout her body, watching her breathing stop for a moment as her orgasm finally hit, the esctacy running through her body, as I continued to rub her clit with my velvet tongue, wishing her to ride out her first orgasm. She jammed her eyes closed, feeling her thighs tighten around my head, as she moaned loudly, trying to keep herself from screaming. She continued to shiver and shake as the end of her orgasm finally approached, her breathing returning slowly, her eyes opening from the aftermath and she smiled as her body leaded her girlish cum onto the floor beneath us.

“Can I be untied?” She asked with a small, playful grin, still breathing deeply. “Although, if being tied up means I get more of that, for God's sake, get me handcuffs!” I took off her make-shift handcuffs, throwing my towel back into my bag.

“Might as well change into your Pjs,”I mused, pleased with myself.

“But what about you?”

“Ahh, not at the moment. Just make it an IOU.”

I laid back onto my own bedding, pulling my blanket over my body, waiting for Violet to finish clothing herself. It didn't take her long, as she wiped up her mess with her jeans, putting all of the clothes into the dirty laundry basket before moving to lounge back on her own bedding.

“Thanks,” she said, almost begging with her eyes to be able to cuddle up against my body.

“Not tonight,” I said in reply to her silent question. “Your mother might check on us. Especially after that moan of yours.”

She blushed and buried her head into the blankets beneath us, closing her eyes.

“Good night, Amanda.”

“Good night, Violet.”