"What do you think so far?" I asked from the passenger seat, fifteen minutes into our drive.
The weather that day wasn't great, so we all decided on a cook out at Gloria and Wayne's.
"Part of me wants to play it cool," he answered. "Act like..yeah they're nice and yeah I'd try it again. But the reality is, these are great. Damn I wish we'd tried this sooner. My cock is so hard right now it feels like it could break off."
"So you'll wear them again?" I asked as I reached over and ran my hand over the bulge in his shorts.
"As often as you'll let me," he answered.
"Good, I'd already planned to throw out all of your underwear when we got home," I said, massaging the head of his cock through his shorts and the super soft, violet panties. "We can share these, until your panties get here."
"You have to stop," he abruptly told me. "I'm about to go off in my pants and I don't want to spend the day...."
I pulled my hand away.
"That's one of the many great things about being a girl," I told him, spreading my legs, pulling my skirt up to my waist exposing my blue pair of super soft panties. "I can cum in my panties anytime I want."
Placing one foot on the dashboard, I used my middle finger to press the soft material along my very wet pussy.
"Nope," I said, as Don changed lanes with the intent of getting off the highway. "I don't want to have to explain to Gloria why we're late. Keep driving. This isn't going to take long."
It really wasn't.
"Want to be a helper?" I asked as my finger continued to rub the super soft material over my clit.
"Always."
"My tits," I told him.
Reaching over he held and squeezed my left boob...that was for him. Then he clasped my rock hard nipple between his index and middle finger while roughly grinding his thumb over the tip.
"Oh...Lucie like," I muttered, right at the edge.
He pulled lightly as he pinched... that was all it took.
"Much better," I said as I straightened my skirt. "It's easier to turn Gloria down when I'm not horny."
"Would that be such a bad thing?" he asked.
"All horny talk aside, would you be okay with it?" I asked back. "Gloria and Wayne are a package deal, more likely than not, I'd be having sex with Wayne too. Since you and I are a package deal and from what Gloria has told me, Wayne is into guys, so....He's probably going to want to do things with you. Actually I know he wants to."
"How do you know that?"
"They talk and fantasize about us when they're having sex," I told him. "She told me Wayne really gets off on the thought of sharing your cock with either me or her."
"Is there anything you two don't talk about?"
"Not much," I answered. "But seriously...Would you want to?"
He nodded and agreed to follow my lead.
I guess now would be as good a time as any to give a run down on my friend Gloria....
Gloria and I have been friends our entire lives. Our Mothers were besties, got pregnant right around the same time; they even gave birth to Gloria and me a day, actually a little more an hour apart. If you keep track of that sort of stuff, I was born at eleven fifteen p.m. and Gloria thundered into this world the next day at twelve forty five a.m.
Gloria was and pretty much, still is the more adventurous one when it comes to sex. She was the first to give a blow job, lose her virginity etc. And had been trying to sex me up from the time we were eighteen....
"I want to lick your pussy," she told me one night, right after we'd both turned eighteen, from across the table at late night diner.
Yeah, she was always subtle as a sledge hammer.
At first, I thought she was joking. Then I figured it was just one of those things that get blurted out when you've spent the evening having shots of whisky, some pot, a few beers...quite a few actually and some other coke...yeah that kind.
We were trying to get some food in us, trying to sober up a bit, before we went home.
"No," I told her.
"Why not?" she pouted.
"I'm not a lesbian," I explained. "I'm not even curious. And I don't want things to be awkward between us."
It was one of those; truth, lie, truth type answers. I was a little curious, but not messing up our friendship was far more important to me that satisfying a curiosity.
Next came a torrent of "what if" questions from Gloria. What if she just did me? That was still a no. "What if it didn't affect our friendship? No guarantees. What if we were stranded on a desert island? I gave in on that one and told her if we were stranded on a desert island I would totally munch her muffin.
She finally stopped the "what if's" when I agreed to, once we got back to my house, making out for a while. I didn't have a boyfriend at the time, so holding someone and kissing sounded good. It wasn't as if we'd never kissed before. We learned to kiss by kissing each other...Actually it wouldn't have be the first time we'd kissed that night.
Gloria was happy with that. Knowing her I know she thought one thing would lead to another and a she'd convince me to go further.
I figured I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
We never got to that bridge, she got sick...like all over my feet when we got off at the bus stop near my house.
Over the years, she has been with other women. She and her husband Wayne have been known to play with other couples as well as single women and men.
Just so you have an image to go with the story, Gloria is five foot, nine inches tall and thin to my five foot five, "mom bod". Her hair is, depending on the light really, really dark brown to black and straight as can be, to my "strawberry blonde" slightly wavy locks. Her boobs are a petit "B" cup, to my healthy C/D. She has small, almost mannish nipples, while mine a pretty thick, looking like raspberries when they get hard.
Back to the present about ten minutes away from our Gloria and Wayne's house:
"Have you been hard this whole time?" I asked Don as I ran my hand over the tent his shorts were making.
"Yes I have," he answered.
"Want to pull over so I could suck it?" I asked. "Would that help?"
He nodded, knowing where I was going with that.
"You know I'm not going to do that, right?"
"Yeah," he said defeat in his voice.
"Just think how awesome it's going to feel tonight when you put your big, hard cock into my bald little pussy after wearing my panties all day."
"Are you going to tell her about...?"
"Not unless she asks me directly." I told him.
Actually I had no intention of telling Gloria that Don was wearing panties under his baggy shorts. I looked on it as, it was his thing and if he wanted her to know he'd tell her....I know I could have told him that, but it was fun keeping him a little worried.
Gloria and Wayne were in their front yard when we pulled up.
She looked great. She was wearing a pair of rather short skirt, a cropped t-shirt that showed off her belly button and a pair of strappy sandals.
"Look at you," she said, jiggling one of my boobs in her hand after giving me a hug. "No bra? You're courting attention from boys that a proper young woman shouldn't be courting."
She was quoting her mother and the time she felt our bathing suits were a little too revealing.
"My boobs, my choice," I fired back the same thing she'd told her mother that got her grounded for a week.
"If you're not going to wear one," she said, reaching behind her back to unhook hers. "I'm not wearing one."
