"Hey Bree! Your favorite weirdo just got on and wants to talk to you." You hear some stuff being dropped on the floor down the hall as footsteps begin to get louder. Bree runs into the room, still in her blue jeans and pink halter top. "I thought you were in there to change for tonight?"
"I'm working on that. Geeze." Standing beside you, she leans over to see the screen. "What did he say?"
"Not much. He just typed your name and asked how your day went?"
"Tell him I just got home, that my day was fine until somebody spilled a drink on my pants...and tell him I'll be right back and that he caught me in my underwear changing." Bree starts laughing. "Yeah, tell him that and see what he says."
You're already typing what she said. You chuckle as she finds another way to mess with Tom. Tom is a neighbor who lives down the street. He moved in several years ago around the beginning of Bree's junior year. Tom's a bit weird, but not because he has a few physical disabilities. Tom's weird because he has an almost stalker-like fascination with Bree, and has no problem letting her know that he likes her. And Bree loves messing with him because of it. She probably brings a lot of it on herself. "What are you laughing at Bree?"
Pointing at the screen, she says, "Duh. He offered to come over and help me change. Wake up John. Maybe I should be typing." Without skipping a beat, Bree pushes your chair back a bit and sits on your lap, pulling the chair back up so she can type. With no armrests, you reach around and rest your arms against her legs, your hands resting just above her knee.
Now Bree's a beautiful girl. You've known her for about five months now, and while you are just friends, her definition of friends has resulted in somebody asking you that once. Her body could get her a modeling job if she wanted: shapely legs, a tight yet round ass, well endowed breasts, and a developing hourglass figure. She has been working out on the equipment her dad owns to help keep in shape. And every time she decides to sit on your lap at the computer, she reminds you of all of that.
Bree laughs again, just before she wiggles her ass in your lap as she scoots back and turns her head. "Can you believe he said that?"
"Amazing." You quickly look to read what was said. Something about how he had a dream about her last night. Oooooh, that's what she meant. Apparently the dream was a fun dream for him as she finally kissed him first. You chuckle as she types back to him, asking if she used tongue or not. Not surprisingly, the response was yes. As Bree starts to type again, you stop her. "Wait, I have a thought." You lift your hands off of her legs and reach for the keyboard. You type back a response and hit enter.
Laughing, Bree reads what you typed. "That's odd, as I usually don't use tongue on the first kiss." She smacks the side of your leg. "Nice. I was going to ask if he liked the taste." She starts laughing again. "Well, I guess he didn't like hearing that, he sounds a bit upset." She pushes your hands away and starts typing again, "Anything else happen?"
You read as Tom types back that the alarm woke him up before anything else could happen. Bree starts laughing again. "Now what do you want to say Bree?"
"I don't know. You start typing." Her hands limp off the keyboard and rest between her knees as she leans back.
With your chin on her right shoulder, you reach up and begin to type. You start asking him what he would have done if the alarm hadn't woken him up, what Bree was wearing, and where were they at? Each time you come up with some odd response like you did before. Each time Bree laughs. It isn't until Tom begins answering your question of whether this was the only time they kissed that you begin to notice that Bree is slowly rubbing the inside of your legs. You keep typing as you inch your feet forward between hers. Two minutes later, you use your feet and legs to spread her legs apart.
You keep typing, this time with Bree telling you how her day went so you can tell Tom, with some embellishments. As you type about how Bree started feeling horny during her music history class, you notice that her hands are no longer rubbing your legs, but you can feel her arm flexing against yours as you type. With your chin resting on her shoulder, you carefully lean your head forward and glance down, confirming that her hand is moving between her legs. At an opportune moment, you apologize to Tom and ask how his day went. Once you have him talking, you pull your hands away from the keyboard. You startle Bree as your left hand gently rests against her and squeezes.
Stuttering, Bree manages to speak. "I...I'm sorry."
"Bree," you grab the button on her jeans, "it works better if these are undone." You unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down. Letting go of her hand, you reach up and type something in to make Tom think you're listening, then reach back down again. Bree is still a bit frozen in place. You grab her left hand and place it back between her legs. You then help her move hand in a circular pattern against her cotton panties. After a few times around, you let go and she keeps moving on her own. You whisper softly into her ear, "See, that wasn't so hard. Now enjoy yourself while I end the chat."
You get back to Tom and explain to him that talking to him about his dream and about your day has made you even hornier, so you need to go take care of it. You end saying you'll talk to him later. With his final surprised response, you close the window and turn off the program you were chatting with. By that point, Bree is leaning back against you instead of sitting upright. "That's right Bree, get comfortable." Her head leans back against your shoulder as her head turns toward yours. With her breathing heavy on your neck, you decide to find out if she does use tongue on the first kiss. As you lean in for the kiss, your breathing against her lips causes her to purse them. Almost as soon as your lips touch hers, hers spread open and a tongue comes out. Not wanting to disappoint, you both begin kissing for what seems like minutes for each kiss.
While kissing, you reach both hands back down between her legs. Her left hand is still rubbing against her panties. You pull her hand away and rest it to the side. Then, using your left hand, you pull her panties away from her skin enough to slide your right hand inside. With your right index finger, you begin rubbing against her clit, gently massaging the skin that covers it. In response to your touch, Bree's back arches as you begin to rub. The kissing stops as she takes a large breath and opens her eyes, looking intently into your own.
"Are you okay Bree?" Her head shakes yes. "Does that feel good?" Her head shakes yes again. "Do you want me to stop?" She begins to bite her lower lip and her eyes slowly shut. After a few seconds, her head shakes no. You slide your fingers down a bit so they are resting against her slit, then you slide your index and middle fingers gently inside, feeling a slight wetness against your fingers as you do this. That opens her eyes as her back arches once again. She looks you in the eyes once more. "Bree. Are you sure about wanting me to continue?" This time her head shakes yes without hesitation. You pull your fingers out. "Then I want you to stand up."
Bree leans forward and untangles her legs from yours. Setting her feet on the ground, you push back in the chair to give her room as she stands up. She turns to face you, "Okay John, now what?"
Sitting forward on the chair, you reach out and grab her jeans. As you start to pull down, Bree leans forward and rests her hands on your shoulders as she pulls her legs out of the jeans. Once they are off, you reach for her panties and pull them off. As they get tossed to the side, Bree steps forward and shoots her arms into the air. Slipping your fingers under her shirt with your thumb outside, you slide your hands upwards against her skin, pulling her shirt up as you go. Bree leans forward to allow you to untie the knot behind her neck, before pulling the shirt completely off of her. She then stands there in nothing but a pink, strapless bra, which you reach out and undo the front hook of and let it drop. Bree stands naked in front of you. Firm, fit, and well built, her body is just how you imagined. You stop her as she starts to get on her knees.
"Look at you. You've been a naughty girl." Bree smiles with a devilish grin. "It's time for you to go to your room and dress like one. Now go." With a giggle, she stands back up and turns towards the door. As she begins to leave, you give her a little spank. Her hands grasp her ass as she runs out of the room and down the hall to her bedroom. As you begin to hear her rustling through her drawers and closet, you log off the computer and get up off the chair. Looking around, you decide to grab all of her clothes. You hear a drawer slam shut as you pick up her bra and jeans, then walk around to her shirt and panties. As you start to walk towards the door, you hear another drawer shut and some mumbling from her room. You find the laundry shoot in the linen closet and toss everything down it, then head to her room.
