"I hate her fucking guts!" Sammy yelled as she sat in the car.
"What happened?" I asked while stroking her knee.
"Fucking Nina!" came the angry response.
Sammy was a shade under 5 foot, C Cup boobs, perky bubble butt, red hair and a thick South African accent, and my best friend, who happened to still be in her senior year at school. Mostly due to a lack of trying. She was, and still is, a hot girl who can play Xbox. Trouble is, she was always giving it priority. She moved in with me after I graduated. We were in a two bedroom apartment, and she started studying more frequently.
Nina on the other hand, was a shade over 6 foot, and fit. She was also very aggressive toward Sam.
"Anything I can do?" I asked gently as my hand moved to her thigh.
"Take me home, my head hurts."
So we drove off home, she moved my hand back to the steering wheel and undid her top button so I could see a little cleavage.
We were the best type of best friends, the flirty kind.
Back in the apartment, she immediately went into the bathroom and shut the door.
"You okay?" I yelled through the door.
"I'm fine. Just have to shower. I've got dirt in my hair. Fucking Nina," she replied. The shower went on and I sat down in the lounge. Yet again, I found myself, imagining Sam in the shower, teasing herself, fingering herself. When I opened my eyes, she was in front of me, wrapped only in a towel. "Having fun?" came the smart quip.
"It'd be more fun without the towel," I replied.
"Would be. I'm fun sized. 18C is good on me."
"If you show me, I'll believe you."
"Sorry Max," she said and teasingly waved goodbye. Sam walked into her room and pushed her door. Before it fully closed, she dropped her towel, showing her back before it reached the frame.
She reemerged moments later in a hot pink nightshirt which came halfway down her thighs with a towel wrapped around her hair.
"Whatcha thinking about?" I asked her playfully.
She threw herself down on the lounge beside me and answered, "Punching Nina in the fucking head."
"That's a bit... harsh," I said, wanting to direct the conversation in a more sexual direction.
"No. Harsh would be hitting her in the face with a shovel and fucking her with a studded dildo." She grinned from ear to ear visualising that. "I have something to finger to tonight now," she teased.
"Aren't I good enough?" I dejectedly asked.
"Need a break from you, sorry sexy," Sam apologised. Her nipples were poking through her body clinging garment, which she was tying to make tighter.
"I might have to wank to that tonight too, little different but," I continued.
"What? You going to stud your dick?" she quipped.
"Nah, I'll watch you fuck her with your studded dildo."
"How is that different?" the well endowed eighteen year old replied.
"You'll be getting drilled hard at the same time, by me," I responded.
Sam smiled and nodded slowly. She put a hand on her own thigh, glancing quickly over at me to see if I was watching. Realising I was, she left her hand on her leg and didn't move it. She opened her mouth, then went on to ask, "How about you fuck her with the studded dildo and arse-fuck her with your dick while I force her to eat me out?"
"That could be fun," I replied, dick getting hard from the imagery. Sam got up and bent forward to take her towel off. I got a really good view of her plain pink underwear, which had a really dark wet spot between her legs, and her bubble butt. It took her awhile to check if her hair was fully dry, so the conversation stopped for a few minutes, but I had something to watch, her bum wiggle she does. I was severely tempted to throw her down and have my way with her, but that could be called rape if I was unlucky.
She stood up straight, letting her nightshirt fall back down, and turned around to say, "Going for a Batnap before dinner."
"Catnap even?"
"What'd I say?" she quizzed.
"Nevermind," I smirked, and Sam went back into her room and shut the door.
I knew she wasn't napping though, she started moaning softly and muttering things I couldn't quite make out. I did make out, "Fuck me, harder," and "Take it bitch," but she tried to keep it quiet. She mostly succeeded, but I did hear the crescendo. She actually echoed through the house.
Ten seconds after her climax, I opened the door and spoke, "Butter chicken, ready in two."
Sam was still on her back, under her blanket, with her knees close to her shoulders, breathing heavily. Her hands were still clearly between her legs, riding out the end of her orgasm. "Be there... in... a sec..." she moaned in response. Figuring I could leave the door open, I walked back to the kitchen and finished cooking.
Sure enough, two minutes later, Sam walked out, nipples pointing the way and her hands smelling very sweet.
"Nice nap?" I teased.
"Amazing, still exhausted though," she replied. I served up dinner and we ate. We were in the middle of our food before she asked, "What am I going to do about Nina?"
"I'm still a fan of the double fuck idea," I answered.
"Fucking hell, I'm serious Max," Sam said coldly.
I swallowed another forkful of chicken, and said, "I can help."
"How?"
"I can talk to her, ask her to stop."
"That doesn't work."
I grinned and offered, "I can fuck her, tape it and put it on the Internet."
Sam slowly chewed her mouthful and swallowed. "That could work..." she trailed off. I walked over behind her chair and started massaging her shoulders. I was joking, but I could easily follow through on it. "Fuck, that's a really good idea," she nodded. She stood up quickly, spun around and kissed me. "That bitch won't know what hit her."
I leant down and kissed her forehead, "Hopefully my dick."
Sam laughed a lot at that, I leant down and kissed her cheek, close to her lip. "My bed's getting cold," Sam whispered.
"Is it just?" I whispered back, kissing her neck.
Sam didn't say a word, but led me by the hand to her bed. I sat down slowly and the short sexbomb sat astride me. She kissed my neck and pushed me down, unbuckling my pants and pulling out my erection. "No, I don't think so," she said.
"Why not?"
"It's too big! Nina does not deserve it!" Sam exclaimed.
"It's only nine inches," I stated.
Without letting it go, she said, "Okay, Max, it's bigger than my forearm."
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.
Sam stuck the head in her mouth and answered, "It's not like you're putting it anywhere."
"Cocktease," I moaned at her.
She took half of my cock in her mouth and sucked, bobbing up and down, twirling her tongue, then removed it from her mouth and whispered, "I'm not really teasing it. I'm quality testing it."
I moaned while she resumed sucking me. It was the best head I ever had. "So, do I get to see yours?"