We arrived at my apartment 15 minutes later, nervous, horny and anxious. I'd almost had an accident on the way home thinking about what was going to happen. A beautiful girl was going to make love to me and I was going to make love to a beautiful girl. That thought alone was enough to make me extremely uncomfortable in my jeans and underwear.
Leslie made matters worse as we got to the top of the stairs that led into my apartment. As I fumbled with the lock, her hands crept up my shirt again as she stood behind me. No nipple-pulling this time, just her hand stroking my velvet bra.
We almost fell inside when I finally got the door open. She and I giggled as we regained our balance.
"Sorry about that," she said, a devilish grin playing on her lips.
"Sure you are," I replied, giggling.
"Mind if I get comfortable?" she asked, pulling off her shirt. I looked at her incredulously.
"Well, I'd be out of luck if I did," I said.
She was already undoing her bra, and from her cups spilled two pale orbs, graced with pink, taut nipples. On instinct, I walked over and took her left one in my hand, looking her straight in the eye. Our gazes stayed locked, but our breathing got increasingly heavy as I rubbed her nipple with my thumb. We kissed with more passion than we did at the restaurant, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as if to map out every nook and cranny. We broke the kiss only to dispense with our clothes, our lips meeting between each act of disrobing.
I took her hand and led her to our bedroom, trembling, panting, throbbing. I could feel the moisture forming in my pussy and I wanted so much to relieve the pressure that was building there. I collapsed on top of her as we fell to the bed, aching as our bodies pressed together in the embrace. As much as I wanted to come, I yearned to explore her body with my mouth. I kissed down her neck, grazing her soft skin with my lips between each kiss. Down to her breasts, stopping to roll the right one inbetween my thumb and forefinger as I teased the left with my tongue. Her hand flew to her mouth as I switched to the other breast, pressing my leg gently against her crotch. Her hips moved up and down against my leg as I suckled, my own body aching. I pressed onward, kissing her belly, her inner thigh, her knees and back around to her inner thigh. By this time, she was arching of the bed, panting and cursing me for not eating her out. She smelled intoxicating.
I gently spread her legs and encircled her thighs with my arms as I pushed my tongue into her lovely pussy. She moaned and bucked her hips up as my tongue flicked over her throbbing clit. I thought I would drown in her juices as she thrashed about. She composed herself long enough to tell me to lie on my side. I rolled over, as did she, so we were face to face with each other's wet pussies. She pushed my leg up and sunk her finger into me, tickling my clit with her thumb. I was in another world, my body reeling. I put my head in between her legs again, increasing the intensity of my licks and thrusts as I tumbled toward my own orgasm. I felt her body begin to shake as she started to call out my name, but she didn't let up from her task, causing me to come in a wild fit of thrashes, moans and kisses.
As our bodies began to relax, we curled up in each other's arms. I'd found the perfect friend.
