I hadn't seen Jessica in a few years. Kids, distance, jobs. All good stuff, but it meant I wasn't as close to my friend as I used to be. We still texted relatively frequently, it got a little raunchy sometimes. Every once in a while, her boyfriend Chris would send some dirty pictures of them. But for the most part, we were just college friends who grew apart but still cared about each other.
Then one night, around 9:30 as I was I got a text:
"Chris is out of town, kids are asleep...want to come over and have a drink?"
My wife and I lived in different cities and had an open relationship, so in the back of my mind I kept thinking "maybe I can get laid tonight!" Realistically, though, I knew this would be a catch-up session. MAYBE I could see her naked again and take some pictures for her boyfriend, but that didn't seem likely.
In college, her drink of choice was a dark and stormy. Hoping that was still true, I grabbed my bottle of Goslings dark rum from the bar, and grabbed some ginger beer from the kitchen, before hopping in the car and heading over there. With no traffic that late at night, I made the normally hour-long drive in 45 minutes.
I texted her to let her know I was there (I didn't want to wake her kids). She met me at the front door, and immediately wrapped me in the biggest hug I'd had in a long while. She was wearing a pair of black pants and a white tank top (with a pink bra!). Her hair was much longer than it had been. Childbirth had treated her well: her formerly B-cup breasts were pushing Ds, and her hips held the perfect curves, down to phenomenal legs I'd credit to the running she's always enjoyed. My arms went around her waist, while hers wrapped around my back. She used her right arm to pull my head down next to her cheek, giving me a gentle kiss and whispering "God, it's good to see you, Thomas." She was the only one who called me Thomas. I know she was just a friend, but that breathy whisper in my ear was giving my cock certain thoughts I didn't need to entertain.
She pulled away and grabbed my hand, pulling me up the short flight of stairs and into the kitchen. "How have you been," she asked, as she took the bag out of my hand and took out highball glasses to make the drinks. "I've been good," I shared, talking about working and my family as she opened and poured and mixed. "What about you?"
"Life is generally good," she told me, as she handed me a drink, took my hand, and pulled me back down the stairs to their family room. I sat on the love seat as she curled up on the sofa and told me about all the great things in her life: her career success, her loving family, health issues. As we drank, we reminisced about college. We talked about our friends, and gossiped about those we kept in touch with. She refreshed our drinks once I as I checked in with my wife, and a second time as I looked up Andrea on Facebook to see who she was dating now.
"I told you she was dating that former priest," I said triumphantly, as she came back down the stairs with our drinks. "Look at this guy, he seems like a nice guy, I just can't imagine dating a former priest." I looked up to see her standing at the bottom of the stairs, two drinks in her hand. She'd removed her shirt and pants while upstairs, and was standing in nothing but her pink bra and the matching pink panties.
"So...hey," I said, tongue-tied.
"Hey," she softly replied, walking over to me and handing me her drink.
"Ummmm...hey," I said, never short of witty banter.
"You may not touch me tonight. But Chris is out of town, and I'd love some sexy photos to send him. And I decide to touch you, well, that's my prerogative."
"Fine by me," I said, trying to respectfully look her in the eyes, but feeling the need to take in her entire sexy body.
"Here's the deal. Tell me what to do. What to touch. How to look. Take as many picture as you want on your phone. Afterwards, text Chris with the best four or five, and send them all to me. If he wants more, feel free to send them to him."
"I'm totally on board."
"Alright, Thomas, how do you want me?"
"I want to pound you from behind on the coffee table, but for now, go back to the bottom of the stairs."
She rolled her eyes as she sauntered over to the stairs. I asked her go the second step and put her hand on the railing, and I began taking pictures.
At first, I was timid. "Could you take a step down please?" "Can you try moving your neck back a bit?" "Can you look directly into the camera?" But then I began to get a little more directive. "Jess, spread your legs a bit. Good girl, just like that." I'd taken over 100 pictures, and we were still on the stairs.
"Go over to the couch," I told her. I had her sit, facing forward, legs spread. She looked so comfortable, so confident, so beautiful, so sexy. And was that a small spot of moisture I could start to see in her panties? Time to kick this up a notch.
"Let me see you slowly reach into your panties." A naughty look came across her face, as she smiled at me. Her fingers paused just inside, teasing. I winked and made the "go on" motion with my hands. She looked up at me as she continued moving. She bit her lip gently as she made contact with her pussy.
"Go ahead, girl, touch it a little more," I encouraged her, as she continued looking into the camera. She moaned gently.
"Lay back."
"Spread your legs a little more."
"Touch your clit. Good girl." She continued to work her pussy, still wearing that bra and panties. It somehow made the whole scene naughtier. I had to remind myself to keep taking pictures!
