Friend's Girlfriend

A guy I had recently become friends with had this girlfriend of sorts named Anne. I say of sorts because she seemed pretty unsure about the relationship and her very religious parents didn’t approve of him. He was of Middle Eastern descent and they were basically racists. Anne was very cute with long, dark hair and a tight little body - small titties but a great ass. For some reason she loved my sense of humour and often talked with me so I could regale her with stories and jokes. I was in a mutual masturbation relationship with the daughter of a pastor (see those earlier stories of mine), but it wasn’t exclusive or anything like that.

One day after school, I had jumped into my mom’s car that I had been allowed to drive that day. As I pulled out into the street, I noticed Anne walking by herself and stopped the car to innocently ask her if she wanted a lift home. I drove to her house and she asked me if I’d like to come in for a bit. I was quite clueless sometimes and didn't sense a set-up at all, even after she told me her mom was out doing volunteer work for their church.

We went into the living room and Anne made a move. She sat beside me on the couch and began French-kissing me. I felt guilty about the situation for perhaps 10 seconds and immediately went throbbingly boner. Anne suggested that we move to her bedroom and we went in and lay down on her bed.

Anne aggressively got on top of me and continued the Frenching, eventually starting to push her jeaned crotch back and forth against my thigh which was kind of trapped between her legs. I clued in, undid Anne’s shirt and bra, and started to feel her up and suck on her hard little nipples. She guided my hand between her legs and I pulled off her jeans. Her quite sparse bush was visible through her sexy panties and I clumsily removed them. I decided to try and eat her out, but she wasn’t having it. “I’m a virgin,” she said, “and we’re not doing any stuff like that.”

It was still a pretty exciting scenario, so I happily began to stroke her cuntlips with my fingers and after a few minutes started on her hard little cumbutton. (The pastor’s daughter had taught me well about the mechanics of female masturbation and orgasm!). Anne was softly moaning by now and humped her wet pussy against my probing hand. She soon came, clenching her thighs around my fingers. “I want to watch you ejaculate,” said Anne matter-of-factly, and pulled herself into a half-sitting position against her bed board. I thought she would jerk me off, but she stayed motionless and told me to get over her.

I was excited beyond belief by this time and was happy to get my nut from my own hand. My pre-cum was dripping profusely by this point and my long stroking quickly lubricated my thick, curved cock. I rubbed my balls and watched my cum explode in juicy ropes out of the end of my meat and all over Anne’s smooth belly and small breasts. I milked out every drop of jizz and when I stopped jacking, Anne got some panties out of her laundry and wiped my cum off her body.

She told me to get dressed and leave and nothing further ever developed between us. She had the decency to formally break off with my friend and eventually transferred to another high school. I guess I was a jerk for going behind the friend’s back, but a hard cock has no conscience as they say.