Her eyes were green and her lips always smudged with dark red lip stick. Her hair was a golden brown, that bounced down her body to those amazingly round breasts she never hid so well in a low cut top. She was curvy with a skinny waist and lovely hips. Her legs were long and lushes leading down to sexy high heels. She was a beauty - sexy, confident, and bisexual.
I suppose I could tell you everything about her, like what an amazing lover she made. Or how she loved to slowly lick your bottom lip right after kissing. Perhaps I should mention her fetish for whipped cream... or perhaps I should include how she normally like to play a little rough. Maybe none of that really matters in the long run, but oh gosh that girl new how to turn some heads on the dance floor.
But really in the long run none of this actually matters. So, let me take you to the moment where things start to matter...
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"Are you really going to wear that!?" Kaylee gasped at me in total shock then rolled her eyes, "No, you are not." Grabbing my hand she led me into her bedroom and shut the door. "I really do not know what you'd do without me as your best friend... seriously Alex you look like a 'wanna-be' mother." She started to rummage threw her closet. "No one would ever look at you like that..." she rambled on.
My eyes gleamed up those lushes legs to the shortest tightest jean skirt ever made. It hugged her ass perfectly, showing the amazing curves most girls would kill for. I questioned if she even had underwear on... a thong perhaps? No, everything was too tight, it would have shown. The idea of her pussy exposed under the material made me bite my lip... Such a dirty little secret.
"Hmm.. What to have you wear?" she mumbled under her breath, bring my attention back for only a moment.
The skirt was followed by a blue tank top that cling to her skinny waist. The material stretched around her wonderfully formed breast. A hint of cleavage was showing and my eyes were fixated on it.
"Get naked."
I gulped, "what?"
"You heard me." She giggled and pointed to the outfit she had tossed out, "need help?" her smile turned devilish - this was her type of game and she now made it my move.
My brain was trying to process. Naked. Clothes off. Nothing on. Right now. Here. With her. Me. Naked.
She walked towards me slowly sensually. Her perfect manicured finger nail was pressed against my lip, as she whispered in my ear, "No, need to be a chicken." Her hands were now resting on my hips as she dragged the shirt up with her fingernails.
I shivered.
She giggled then slipped her fingers to my jean zipper and slowly undid them. The material fell to my feet with one push.
"Now, isn't that a pretty sight." Her tongue licked across her bottom lip. The smell of her body surrounded me. Her lips trembled against my lower ear "You know Alex, I always wanted to see you naked." Her fingernails run down my sides, "You are so damn sexy... I dream about you sometimes and oh my gosh." She practically moaned the last few words.
Her lips trembled against my neck barely, hardly, just the slight presences. Her hot breath had changed slightly as it beat down against the flesh on my neck. "Kaylee..." I whispered her name.
