"What?"
We all went inside.
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It wasn't long before our friend and his girl disappeared into his room, leaving us in hers. We got ready for bed. For me, this meant stripping to my underwear and tshirt. For her, well, it varied. As often as not, it was just panties, but tonight she kept a top on, too. If her choice even registered in my mind, I probably assumed she wanted to avoid sending any mixed messages after the kiss. She climbed into bed after me. I was on my side, bottom arm out, making a place for her to lay against me. She did, but on her back, my bicep behind her neck, her body close to mine. This meant she was not ready to sleep yet, which meant continuing some discussion from earlier in the night. Again, I assumed she wanted to address the kiss. It turns out I was right, in exactly the wrong way.
She kissed me. A goodnight kiss, I thought. But no, this was a real kiss. A hand about to press against my chest, I thought. But no, this time she wasn't stopping. Well, we were dressed, and we had already kissed earlier, so what's the harm, I thought. I rolled toward her, my top hand hooking under her far shoulder, my top leg finding the gap between hers. So it will be a nice make out session, a step up from cuddling, but still innocent enough. Until I felt her hand running up the back of my shirt. There was a part of my mind that reminded me about her boyfriend. But he was so far away, and away so often. And we were just fooling around a little. It would never go anywhere, and nothing serious would happen. Just keep it above the waist, I told myself. So I decided to go with it.
It wasn't long before she had my shirt off and her mouth on my neck, shoulder and chest. My hands, which had previously been roaming her body, slid under her shirt. I worked one up her side, bringing it under her shoulder so I could hold her and support my weight. The other ran slowly up her stomach, fingers curled down, nails playing against her skin. It came to her breast which, despite her habit of sleeping topless, I had never felt. It was just as I expected, smooth soft skin, supple and firm, topped with a small and currently very hard nipple. The kind of breast every man remembers from his younger days.
As I toyed with her nipple, her mouth same back to mine. But I made sure that was only I passing, as I kissed along her jawline, down the side of her neck, and along her collarbone. She squirmed beneath me, pressing her head into the bed and arching her back. Not one to miss an opportunity, I used both hands to work her shirt up to her shoulders and dropped my mouth to her now bared skin as she pried it the rest of the way off.
With one breast in my hand and the other in my mouth, the boundary I had set for myself began to blur. If I grab her ass over her panties, that's still over the clothes, right? They were just plain cotton, full backed. It wasn't like she was wearing a thong or anything. What the hell, I went for it, and she definitely did not resist. I grabbed her ass and felt it tighten as she pressed herself up into my leg. She brought a hand to my face and guided my mouth back to hers. Her other hand found mine. That one she guided between her legs. Under her panties. She moaned into my mouth and pressed my finger between her lips. She was dripping wet.
Well, it's not like I'm inside her, right? So still not such a big deal. And hey, we haven't broken the barrier of my waistband. She must know what she's doing and be ok with it. So what's the problem? Nope, no problem. With the pad of my finger working around her opening and the top following suit against her clit, I broke our kiss to look into her eyes. I wanted to see the look on her face, read her reactions, and give her what she wanted. With her hand still against mine, it didn't take long. I could see it in her eyes first, that focused look as she tried to hold off and let the sensation build. Her body tensed and her breath became shallow. Her hand clamped down on mine, holding it still against her. And then she let go and let the pleasure overtake her.