14.
The following day, they reached a new milestone.
It had started early that afternoon, with Samantha's phone ringing for what must have been the billionth time.
"Oh, just fucking answer it already," Janet groaned.
"I will, if you'd just hold on for a minute then," Samantha answered, reaching over and grabbing her phone. She looked down sternly at Janet, on her knees, Samantha's massive erection buried between her tits.
"You need to learn how to multitask," Janet chided, a naughty look on her pretty face.
It wasn't exactly an affirmative response, but Samantha answered the call nonetheless -- anything to just get him to quit calling, so she could get back to... doing this.
"Yes, Michael..?" She wasn't able to keep a trace of irritation out of her voice. It didn't matter though, as the voice on the other side was irritated as well, considerably moreso.
"Where the heck are you?!"
"I'm at the apartment. With Janet," she added. In acknowledgement, Janet twisted her body in a very seductive fashion, and Samantha felt her eyes sliding shut at the sensation of her sticky, lubricated erection sliding wetly between her best friend's cleavage. The idea that her boyfriend on the other end of the line had no idea what they were doing at this very moment was extremely thrilling, and her cock throbbed with excitement.
"If you're just hanging out at the apartment, why aren't you answering your phone..?! We've been waiting for you for over half an hour now! All the food they made is getting cold!"
"Oh,
God
!" Samantha exclaimed.
"How could you forget?" Michael clearly thought Samantha was reacting to having missed the tasting they had scheduled with one of their prospective wedding caterers, unaware that Janet had bobbed her head down, sucking on Samantha's swollen head as it emerged from between her tits.
Samantha let out a small choked grunt, doubling over, silently trying to pull away, but Janet wasn't having it, her arms wrapped around Samantha's thighs, grabbing handfuls of her ass as she held her in place. Samantha had to settle for slowly pumping her hips, rubbing her cock back and forth between Janet's supple tits, in and out of her wet, eager mouth.
"Sorry, Michael, I don't know why I'm just so...
distracted
lately..." She gave Janet a reproving glare as she gave an empathic thrust, her cockhead hitting the back of Janet's throat, causing her to gag slightly.
"Well, hurry up and get over here -- we look like complete assholes right now!"
"Ahhh..!"
Samantha wondered if Janet could hear the far end of the phone conversation; Michael was speaking quite loudly after all. Or maybe it was just coincidence that she picked that moment to start fingering Samantha's ass. Perhaps in retaliation for Samantha deep-throating her unexpectedly. Whatever the case, it made her cock jump and immediately start dribbling pre-cum profusely. She jammed it back in Janet's mouth, who dutifully sucked it down.
"Samantha..?!"
"Sorry, sorry... I just, um... just nearly spilled something."
Janet's finger in her ass was driving Samantha to distraction. It was so intense that it made her squirm, which in turn made her erratically fuck Janet's mouth, which drove the intensity up even further. She could barely formulate coherent words.
"Let's uh... let's reschedule..."
"Resched -- ARE YOU KID--" Michael cut himself off, forcing his voice into an angry hiss instead so as to not make a scene at the vendor's. "Are you kidding me right now?! Did you forget that they're only seeing us because they had a last minute cancellation..? We have less than two months to go and we don't even have a caterer!"
Janet was doing some crazy thing with her tongue, alternating between slithering it lightly and pressing hard against the underside of Samantha's sensitive glans as she drew in and out, and Samantha felt her mind blanking out, overwhelmed by the pleasure.
"Sam?!"
"Uhmm.. yes! Ok!"
"'Ok', what?! You're coming..?!"
"Soon, soon..." she muttered, her eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking erratically. Janet's head was bobbing up and down so enthusiastically, her hair was bouncing. She encircled Samantha's shaft with her forefinger and thumb, stroking the exposed skin in that signature twisting motion of hers, up and down, as it emerged and disappeared into her mouth. Janet's free hand was busy between her own thighs, the muscles flexed as she kept her balance while she was down there on her knees.
"'Soon'", Michael repeated incredulously. "'Soon', when?!"
"
Now!
", Samantha choked out through clenched teeth. She doubled over, clutching Janet's head, humping compulsively all the while. Her cock throbbed and spewed semen, and the moment it erupted, she thought she would pass out from the pleasure. It took every ounce of willpower she had to not scream out, as her cock spurted in pulses, waves of ecstasy slamming into her with each one. Janet moaned in appreciation and the vibrations it sent down her shaft amplified her orgasm to new levels.
"Sam..?
"Hello, are you there?!"
Gradually Samantha's senses returned to her, and she could hear the tiny voice coming from the phone still clutched in her hand. Slowly, she released Janet's head and straightened up with great effort, panting hard. When she could catch her breath again after several long moments, she brought the phone back up to her ear again.
"Sorry, Michael, I lost you there for a minute. You were saying?"
"When are you going to get here?!"
She pulled her overly-sensitive, semi-soft cock from Janet's mouth with a shudder, then reached down and stroked her friend's cum-splattered face affectionately, running a hand through her dark hair.
"Michael, it's probably better to just do this without me. I don't want to keep you or them waiting anymore than I already have. I trust your judgment."
