One day me and my best friend (the girl from my story “Best Friends”) were hanging out texting each other and talking about how horny we were when she dared me to rub off right there. I was like “Sure!”
I stripped off my T shirt and panties, leaned back against my reading pillow, spread my legs and went to work. I started off teasing my boobs till my nipples were stiff and aching, but after a little while I needed more. I lowered my hand between my legs and slowly rubbed my wet little clit till my whole body quivered and my pussy spasmed all over my hand.
She was doing it too by now, and I waited for her to catch up and explode into her first orgasm. We rested for a few minutes, then she texted me “Keep going girl. I need to cum till I can’t cum anymore.”
The next couple hours were a marathon of pleasure, one cum after another. Sometimes I fucked my hairbrush handle, sometimes I straddled my pillow and humped it till I soaked the soft smooth surface, sometimes I just used my fingers to make myself explode so hard I saw stars when I opened my eyes. At first I imagined a hot guy jerking off in front of us then fucking me in every position I could think of, then slowly I started thinking about her, her tongue licking me till I screamed, my head buried between her legs till she came all over my face, our bodies grinding against each other till we both shuddered in ecstasy. Judging from her texts in between rubbing her soaking wet pussy, she was thinking the same thing.
Finally, after five orgasms and almost three hours, we were both exhausted. She hung up and went to sleep while I leaned back, pulled out my copy of Curse of Strahd and actually used my reading pillow for reading instead of humping to a hot sweaty orgasm.
Unfortunately, as always happens when I think about her, my sadness overwhelms my horniness and I need to go cry now. But thank you for helping me remember this beautiful moment.
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