A/N: This is my third submission to Literotica - so please offer up some constructive criticism. As always, every person in my story is 18 or older. Also, please keep in mind that this is a nonconsent story. If you don't like such stories, then I would advise against reading the following text.
Happy reading!
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Sean was beginning to piss me off.
We were in our friend's basement, watching a movie with said friend that the two of them had been fangirling over for weeks. James, the aforementioned friend, was reclining in his bean bag chair. I was sprawled out on his futon couch, my head resting in Sean's lap. The three of us were still in our work uniforms, having headed straight to the basement as soon as we left the diner.
Unfortunately for me, the female uniform consisted of a soda pop dress with a hem line that barely reached mid-thigh. I hadn't thought much of it until I'd felt Sean's feather light touch on my bare thigh.
That wouldn't have been so bad, but then he'd started rubbing my thigh.
I sighed loudly and slapped his hand away; I was in no mood for this - especially in front of James. He and I had been best friends since we were toddlers until he'd professed his undying love for me last summer. Honestly, though, with his sweet smile, thick glasses, and unruly curly hair, I saw him more as a friend and had told him as such; the last thing I wanted was for him to catch my boyfriend fondling me not three feet away from him.
The movie was boring.
So boring that I found myself dozing, head still in Sean's lap. He began stroking my hair, too, which was incredibly soothing. I was so tired that I barely noticed that his hand was brushing lower and lower. Indeed, it was sending lazy thrills through me.
Still in that weird place between sleep and conscious, I was vaguely aware that Sean was speaking softly. I caught the words, "Jenna's asleep," and James answering grunt. But Sean's hand had slid right up my thigh by then and was gently massaging my pussy. I drowsily cursed myself; if I made a scene now, James would see.
So I stayed still as possible, dutifully ignoring the wetness gathering between my legs. Sean rubbed my outer lips softly before slipped a finger within the folds, causing me to jump. He'd stopped his low murmuring and was continuing his assault on my pussy quietly. I clenched my jaw to keep from moaning as he pushed his finger in and out, shutting my eyes tightly to keep up the pretense of sleeping.
After a moment of him finger-fucking me gently, he removed his hand from my pussy. I almost breathed a sigh of relief until he touched me again. This was a deliberate, hot, and wet probe at my clit. I bit my tongue to keep from yelping and tried to keep still, even as my clit was rubbed in slow, agonizing circles. Whatever it was slid from my clit to my pussy and dipped in deep, curving in against my vagina in fervent laps.