"We shouldn't," she says quietly like they're not the only ones in the house. They are. But Jake, her younger brother's best friend, is in between her legs with his dick out. With only a short skirt and some flimsy panties in his way.
"Why? It felt so good last time," he says at a normal level. He's stroking himself to full hardness and she can't seem to pull her eyes away.
"For you," she manages to snap even though she's beginning to feel breathless.
"That's just because you were a virgin," he dismisses and shuffles forward. She forgot how intimidating his dick was. It's standing up proudly now and he uses his free hands to push her thighs further apart. She grabs his wrists to stop him. He meets her gaze for the first time since they "fell" into her bed. She looks up at him, unsure despite the ache she feels. "And you said it felt good towards the end," he reminds her. She bites her lip. It had felt good. Really good. She still thinks about it regularly. What could have happened if they weren't interrupted. If he could of stayed inside her instead of quickly jerking himself off above her to hide his boner. Her yearning for it scares her a little. She's meant to be a good girl.
Last time had sort of just happened. They hadn't been planning it. One minute they had been hanging out, maybe a bit too close, and the next he was kissing her. Not too long after he was slipping his dick inside her and the feeling of his fingers on her clit had drowned out any reason of why that would be a bad idea. Like how he's freshly eighteen and her brothers best friend. Like how she was a virgin and there wasn't a condom in sight.
"I don't know...You're still my brothers best friend and you're not wearing a condom," she says even as her hands relax their grip. His thumbs are rubbing circles into her inner thighs and that cocky grin of his is so hot.
"So? It's not that big of a deal. It happens all the time," he says, fingers slowly pushing up the hem of her skirt. She's too distracted to stop him.
"How do you know?" She frowns. He shrugs, gaze intent on the panties his fingers are slowly hooking around.
"It's common in porn," he says and she gasps and slaps his arm.
"Jake!" She hisses and looks around like someone could have heard.
"Chill," he laughs and grabs the offending hand, "it's different for guys, remember?"
"I guess," she mumbles and looks away. She's not sure why she's suddenly embarrassed and insecure. Jake had sought her out, both times. So, it doesn't matter that she doesn't look like most porn girls. Or that she had slowed him down so many times.
"Hey," he squeezes her hand, "It's alright. Men just have needs, you know?" He slowly brings her hand down to wrap around his dick, "They can get really strong and things get bad when we don't get them fulfilled,"
Sophie swallowed and slowly moved her hand up and down. She hadn't gotten more than a quick feel last time and she's almost fascinated with the way her hand looks.
"That's why porn is good for men," he finishes.
"R-right," Sophie stutters. She tightens her grip slightly and is startled when Jake's hips jerk forward. It's enough that she remembers the other part of her hang up. She manages to force her eyes up, "And the condom?"
He gives her that stupid hot grin again, "I pulled out last time," his hands return to the waistband of her panties.
"Because we were interrupted," she protests weakly.
"I could have finished inside of you," his voice is much lower, "It would have been much faster than my hand,"
She can feel the wet patch on her panties growing as she looks up at him with wide eyes. The sight of him above her, hand pumping his cock and face screwed up as he shot his cum onto her had been dizzying. She'd been so distracted by thoughts of having him closer, of feeling that happening inside of her, she hadn't even realised he'd shot a lot of it on her bra. She'd been in the bathroom hurriedly changing as her brother and Jake laughed downstairs when she saw it in the mirror. She'd just begun to wipe Jake's cum off, debating if she should hop in the shower, when she'd caught a glimpse of herself. Her hair was a mess, her face was flushed and her pupils were blown. There was cum on her bra and snaking down her stomach. She was a mess. How had Jake done this to her so fast? Everything happened so quickly. They couldn't have been at it very long before Kyle got home. And the mess between her thighs...she ended up taking a shower.
He's got her panties down to her knees now and she doesn't stop him from slipping them off the rest of the way. He eagerly leans forward, his eyes on the prize. His hands slide up under her shirt to grope her breasts, no bra this time, without taking his eyes off her wet pussy. She automatically tries shutting her legs in embarrassment but his solid form blocks her. She arches into his hands and feels the weight of his cock as he shucks up her tight shirt and wraps his lips around her nipple.
"Wait," she gasps and he pulls back, a frown starting to form. She tries to tug her shirt to show him what she wants but it's new position has left her arms slightly trapped in an awkward position. "Let's do this properly," she says hesitantly, not sure what his thoughts will be, "We have a couple hours so there's no need to rush." Jake raises an eyebrow.
"Okay," he says and helps her pull her shirt off, "Properly it is," he leans down and kisses her. It's not the messy rushed kiss of last time but much slower. He uses one hand to keep himself up and the other returns to her breast. He gently pulls at her nipple and she's surprised at the sound that leaves her. She arches into him again and tugs desperately at his shirt. She wants to feel him and she's glad that his pants had disappeared when his dick came out. He's smirking as he pulls away to pull his shirt off but she can't find it in herself to care when he's leaning back down to suck at a sensitive spot on her neck. He scrapes his teeth over it and she gasps. Between this and his hands the heat between her legs is overwhelming. He sucks a bit harder and she suddenly remembers that hickies are a thing and he is very high up on her neck.
