Me and my best friend were hanging out one night when she told me she had a terrible headache. I smiled kindly at her and offered to rub her temples for her to make the headache go away. She answered, “Oooh rub me baby 😍.” I was like, “Sure!” (We had rubbed off together a couple times but we’d never actually touched each other like that.)
I told her to take off her clothes and lay on her stomach on the bed. I gently rubbed her naked back, then worked my way down to her ass. As I massaged her ass in long slow circles, I pressed her pussy into the mattress, grinding it back and forth in a circular motion. Her sighs and moaning told me she was enjoying the massage. I whispered in her ear to imagine that she was riding a guy’s dick nice and slow, her clit rubbing against the base as she slid up and down his shaft (she was a virgin girl but she defo liked the idea).
Finally, after I’d teased her long enough, I told her to turn over. There was a wet spot on the sheets between her legs and she joked that maybe we should’ve laid down a towel. I took her hand and guided it to her wet pussy. I told her to touch herself while I slowly and luxuriantly rubbed her boobs (they were way bigger than mine she was a little self conscious about them but I always secretly wished mine were as big and perfect as hers).
I caressed her boobs nice and slow, my fingers barely teasing her hard swollen nipples, till her breathing quickened and her hand moved faster and she gasped, “Oh my god T I’m gonna cum.” I kept rubbing and stroking in the same gentle rhythm as her body exploded in orgasm.
She fell asleep before I had a chance to say, “I love you” (friend love, but still love). Then a couple days later we had a huge fight and we really didn’t talk much after that.
Unlike any of my other stories that I know of, there is actually a decent chance that this person reads Solotouch. If she does, I want to tell her that I’m sorry we fought and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect her and if she ever needs me again I’ll be there for her no matter what.
If you ever read the superhero novel Wild Cards by the creator of Game of Thrones, you’ll know what I mean when I say that this is my Jetboy and the Aliens story. Not that the other stories weren’t true (they were) and not that writing them down didn’t turn me on a lot (it definitely did), but in the long run this is the only one that matters.
Thanks for listening. Night.
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