Friend's Girlfriend in Bed

God, this girl was cute. Small, tight ass, perky tits. Damn, I wanted to fuck her. Back in those days I spent 3/4 of my day thinking about fucking this girl. Her picture was stuck in my mind. Her in her black bikini at the beach. Her changing out of her work uniform in the back of my car on the way to a party. Her. There was one problem. She was my best friend's girl. There was another problem. She wasn't interested in fucking me. And so, any sex between the two of us was in my imagination - to be conjured immediately whenever I needed to jack off. And she knew how I felt. Some odd times, especially when she was drunk, she would flirt.  Maybe "accidentally" make contact with my groin or my butt. In crowded rides, she would sometimes choose to sit on my lap if Larry wasn't in the car. "Watch your hands", she would laugh. Tonight she was at my party. It was a huge blow-out. Lots of people, lots of beer and cocktails. Veronica was there with Larry. She was having a real good time. Towards the end of the night, they were gone.  I never saw them leave. I guess I was busy with my hosting duties, or chugging one of my many beers of the evening.  Anyway, the party eventually died down. I locked the door and began to clean up the cans and bottles.  "Fuck it", I said. "I'll get it tomorrow.  I headed for my bedroom. "Shit", I said.  Some drunk was passed out in my bed.  I took a closer look, and saw that it was Veronica.  I knew that Larry probably had to work early the next morning. She probably wanted to stay later, and told him to go on home. As I looked around the room, I saw that her clothes were strewn around the room. Her pants and panties on the floor, her shirt and bra over the chair. She lay there in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. Having nowhere else to sleep, I figured I would have to climb into bed with her. That wasn't a bad prospect. As I said, I knew I wouldn't be able to fuck her, but at least I would have some female contact, some touching. It had been a long time since I had a girlfriend, and it was enough just to share the bed. I took off my shirt and pants. I wasn't wearing any underwear that night. I had gotten a new pair of jeans, and they were a bit tight. I tried them on with boxers, but they were too uncomfortable and my shorts bunched up. So I was commando that night.  I put on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and turned to the bed, startled to see that Veronica was watching me.  She giggled. "Get in bed", she said, inebriated.  I laughed and climbed into bed with her. "I'm a little bit drunk", she slurred, and giggled again. She scooted into a spooning position. I was in that awkward position where you're laying on your bottom arm and trying to find a friend-appropriate place for your top arm. Over her hip, hand resting on mattress in front of her belly, but nowhere near her boobs. Oh, those delicious looking boobs! Trying not to breathe into the back of her head. She was in a mischeivous mood. She wiggled that round ass right into my crotch, pretending it wasn't happening. This caused immediate reaction from my penis. It poked right into her fantastic ass. She laughed. She knew she was torturing me. "Pete!", she cried in feigned outrage. "I'm Larry's girl.  Keep your hard-on to yourself!" She laughed a little more and wiggled into my crotch again. I sighed deeply in anger and turned over on my other side. "Just go to sleep", I said. "Don't be mad.. Don't be mad", she rambled. "Don't be mad. I was just playing." "Go to sleep". "You guys get horny a lot, don't you?", she asked.  "I suppose". I kept my responses short. I really was tired now. "Hard dicks", she said.  "Hard dicks are funny. So you're just laying there with a hard dick."  It'll go away. "Larry gets horny a lot", she continued. "We fuck a lot. I never knew that guys who were fucking still masturbated, but I've caught him masturbating".   (I didn't tell her, but I've seen him masturbate too). "Why do guys masturbate when they have girlfriends to fuck?", she asked. "Just like you said. Horny, I guess", I answered. She laughed. "You horny bastards!"   "You can jack off if you want", she said. "Here I am crashing on your bed, and you're probably getting blue balls or whatever. It's okay, you can jack off".  Now it was getting ridiculous.  "Just go to sleep. It'll go away", I said, irritated.  "No", she responded. "Now tell the truth... If I wasn't here right now, you'd be fucking your fist right now.  Go ahead. Pleasure yourself". She said that last part in a melodramatic voice. "Seriously, I just want to sleep", I said. "You would sleep better if you got off", she suggested.  I knew I wouldn't hear the end of it until I jacked off, so I sat up in bed. "Where you going?" she asked.  "To the bathroom to jack off". I said. She looked at me disapprovingly. "Now do you always jack off in the bathroom when you're in your own home?  No." It's true. I always jacked off in my bed.  I had a box of tissues in my nightstand for that purpose. I used the bathroom if I was out-- at the shopping mall, or at work or friend's house, when I needed to sneak a quick wank. (Veronica would have really thought it was funny that I occasionally spanked it on the sly in public bathrooms). But I enjoyed jacking off in the comfort of my own bed. "Now come on. Come on.   Pretend I'm not here.", she was tugging at the waistband of my sweats. "Make yourself comfortable.  What do you use? Hand lotion? Lube?" "Just my hand", I said. She already had the drawer of my nightstand open and she was rummaging through it. I was frightened about what she might find in there. She came out with the Kleenexes. "Ahhh!", she said accusingly, with sly eyes. I was relieve that that's all that she found in there. At this time my pants were resting just under my scrotum. My pants were down just enough to let my penis out. My dick pointed straight to the ceiling. "Come on," she said, "All the way off", she pulled them off.  The sheets felt cool against my naked ass, and it made my hard dick bounce a few times. "You're not going to watch, are you?" I asked, knowing the answer. "I want to see what you do", she said. I reached up to touch her, but she moved away. She sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed.  "I'm just watching". OK, here goes. I grabbed my dick and started stroking.  She was looking on intently.  "Slow down", she said. "Does that feel good?"  "So hard". I decided I'd do it like I did normally. My left hand traced up the side of my belly, palm down, and circled my nipple. Then it returned down my body and started to fondle my balls, as I pumped my dick for my audience of one. I heard her breath get harder as she watched. I was getting hot, so I removed my t-shirt. I was now completely naked in front of my friend- my friend's girl. I was getting off on the attention.  I watched her as I jacked. There was no sin in looking. There she was sitting. I could see her bra-less breasts in my t-shirt.  I thought about that nice ass, and that sweet pussy right there in my shorts. She knew I was spanking to her. It excited her. Now I was going fast, my fist pumping up and down on my cock.  My left hand rubbing my thigh.  I took my left thumb to my perineum and stroked it in rhythm with my right hand.  "You like that?", she asked. I didn't answer, because my ecstacy gave her the answer. Larry would be in for a treat on his next handjob, I thought to myself. It was too much to take. My hips were rising and falling in sync with my hand, and I was there.  I arched my back, raised my butt up off the bed, and ejaculated. The semen went straight up into the air and landed on my belly and on the sheet next to me.  She cried in delight. I looked her in the eyes as if to say, "Are we good?"  She smiled.  I cleaned myself off, and got a towel for the "wet spot".  "Now are you ready to go to sleep?" I asked. She was already sawing logs.  I dozed off not too much later. We awoke late the next morning. I was in a hangover fog. She squinted at me through rough eyes and started laughing, remembering the show from that night.  She climbed over me and got out of bed, picking up the soiled kleenexes and depositing them in the trash. "Horny, messy bastard", she chided.  She picked up the box of the remaining kleenexes and put it in my nightstand. And then something caught her eye. To my chagrin, it was my prostate massager. I didn't use it much. I bought it out of curiosity. But every once in a while it really hit "the spot".  "What's this?", she asked, holding the strange L-shaped artifact.  She pushed a button and it started pulsing.  A devilish smile crept across her face.  "I wish I had seen this last night", she said. "It would have really been a show".  I tried really hard not to get an erection.  I didn't want any more trouble out of her, and she was looking really ugly the morning after the night before. "Well, maybe next time", she said, putting my butt toy back in its place, slyly looking around for more incriminating evidence. She washed up, got dressed, thanked me and left. I locked the door behind her.  I went back to my bedroom, took off my clothes, and started slowly stroking, aroused by what had happened the night before.  I took a sidelong glance over to the shut drawer of my nightstand, and thought about the butt toy contained therein.  Eh, why not? I said.  Might as well.