"Do you want some shorts or something?" Tom asked her. He figured she'd want to get more comfortable.
"Shorts would be perfect," she smiled. She loved how well Tom knew her.
She followed him into his walk in closet. He was happy to have her in private. He grabbed some soft white athletic shorts that were way too small for him and one of his cut off muscle shirts. Tom knew her body would look effortlessly amazing in this outfit -- he'd seen it on her before during one of their "platonic" sleepovers. Trying to hide his lust, he gave her clothes and moved to the other side of the closet to give her space to undress.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her as he fumbled on his rack looking for a hanger for her catsuit.
"I'm fine," she giggled. "A little drunk."
"Yeah I can see that," he rolled his eyes.
"That's why I'm checking on you. I know sometimes when you're a little buzzed you can get a little flirty... unintentionally"
"Well.. Tom.. I realize the vibe has changed" she was almost finished changing. She stood in the mirror and pulled her hair into a high ponytail as she continued her thought, "I'm not against it... but I have two concerns."
He looked at her perfect round ass filling out those shorts as she talked. Of course she wasn't wearing a bra, so the cut out tshirt revealed a sexy amount of side boob. Tom started to get fully erect, so he picked up her catsuit to hang up turning to the side to try to conceal the lethal weapon poking out of his shorts.
"My first concern is safety. I need to know you're gonna have my back," she walked closer to him and grabbed his huge dick. "My second is well... I've always wanted to know what this feels like... but I don't want to make it weird."
Tom couldn't help himself. He pressed her against the wall and tongue kissed her passionately while wrapping his hand around the hand she was using to hold his dick. He began to squeeze her hand and she took instruction immediately and gently squeezed his dick. He let her hand go and pushed into her shorts with his fingers.
"You're so fucking wet," he said as he kissed her on her neck.
She moaned and he began to choke her "shut up," he growled. He didn't want the guys to hear her.... yet.
Immediately, she got even wetter and he felt her all over his hand causing this animalistic urge to come over him. He took his hand out of her shorts, yanked her head back with her hair and forced his pussy coated fingers into her mouth until she gagged on his fingers.
Looking into his eyes as best as she could, she graciously submitted to him, choking on his fingers and then she gently sucking on them before running her tongue up the side of his index finger and grazing his fingertip with her teeth. Her mouth felt so good, Tom's dick flexed at the thought of being in her mouth. He took his hand out of her mouth and grabbed her jaw.
"Look at me," he demanded as he pinched her titty with his free hand. He could see the wantonness that was building inside of her.
"Do you trust me?" He asked.
"Of course."
"Exactly," he said sliding his hand from her titty and back into her shorts. "You know I got you."
He began to encircle her clit with his fingers. She was so stimulated and sensitive that she began to gently shake, so he picked her up and put her on the dresser inside his closet. Spreading her legs he stood behind her and with his left hand he grabbed her throat lifting her face to his and tongue kissing her deeply as his other hand made its way back into her shorts. His fingers widened to make a v shape around her clit and he began to apply pressure as he rubbed his fingers up and down. The pleasure coursing through her body caused her to wriggle, he held her still.
As an orgasm, began to build in her body, she began to shake and pulled away from his kiss to moan. Knowing his friend liked it rough he slapped her across the face, and surprising them both, she immediately came. His fingers plunged into her wetness as he walked around to the front of her body. He looked at her like he was craving something.
