("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- A Friend Horny Like Me by Hornygirl123 (slw492@optonline.net) *** As teenagers, Christian and I were very close. We talked often, and shared many of our embarrassing secrets. When we were on the topic of sex one day, we found out things about each other that we never guess we would've known... (mf-teens, youths, 1st, mast, oral) *** From the day that we met, Christian and I knew that we had hit it off. We talked often, and told each other a lot about ourselves. One day, the topic took a sharp turn towards the undiscovered areas of our conversations, being sexuality. "Have you ever masturbated?" was his first question to me. At 13, I had already been pleasuring myself for years and years. I was nervous to finally talk to someone about it, but at the same time, it was relieving. I answered. "Yes," I said, trying to play it off as coolly as possible "yes I have." From that moment on, we would walk to each other using detailed descriptions of our masturbation habits and methods, our likes and dislikes. I guess by doing this, we got to know each other pretty well. A few years went by, and we still talked like we used to. We had begun to explore new areas, such as stories of what we would do together on the computer, and sometimes even the phone. I consider myself very lucky to have had a friend like this. One day, I told him that I was extremely curious about sex. He told me that he felt the same way. Nothing more was said on behalf of the sex topic; it did, however, remain in my mind for quite some time. We made plans one night to see a movie with each other. We met at the theater, and he hugged me when he saw me. I smelt the fresh cologne on his neck, and the smell alone was enough to get me going. He had no idea what was in store for the night, but I knew that we were both in for a surprise. As calmly as possible, I said to him, "Let's ditch this. I have a better idea." He looked confused, but decided to go along with what I had in mind. I led him across the road, and we kept on walking. We past building after building, store after store. After a few blocks, I could see our destination in sight. It was a hotel, and I had already rented a room. I led him in the sliding doors, and checked my pocket to make sure I had the key with me. I did, and we walked to the elevator together. In the elevator, I felt his hand gently brushing up against my thigh; he had always known it drove me wild to have the inside of my thigh touched. Gently, he moved closer and closer, his hand traveling further up with each passing second. He reached his face over to mine and moved his body towards me too, pressing my back against the cool elevator door, and allowing me to feel his rock hard dick grinding up against me. Just as his hand reached towards my soaking pussy, the doors opened and he pulled away. I put a finger up in the air and did a "come here" motion in the sexiest way that I could possibly muster. He followed me to the room marked 301. I slid the key through to door, and the door burst open. I knew that we were both blinded by horniness, and that there would be no time to do anything that involved clothes. Before I knew it, I heard him slam the door behind me and push me over towards the bed. We had both waited too long for this; it was time so show each other what we had been missing. As I fell back onto the bed, I felt him get right on top of me, his dick pressing hard on my jeans. I felt his hands reaching up my shirt, brushing over my stomach and chest, finding their way back behind my bra and unsnapping it gently. I felt him pull my shirt over my head, taking the bra away with it. He kissed me once, then moved down my tits and to my stomach. He slid my pants off first, then my thong, throwing them both into the heap containing the other clothes. I felt bad that it was him doing all the work; he had waiting just as long as I had, and I felt like I should be helping. I pushed him off of me, and laid him down on the bed. His shirt was already off. I straddled him, jeans and all, and started grinding on his dick through the material. I felt its stiffness under the pants, and decided to give him some relief. I unzipped and pulled down his pants, taking his boxers with it. I knew that head would drive him wild. I put my mouth down around the head of his cock, gently swirling my tongue around. I took in the length of it, moving up and down, still swirling my tongue. He started to moan in pleasure, thrusting his hips and fucking my face. I knew that he would cum soon, but it was too soon. He hadn't even received the full surprise yet. Carefully, little by little, I brought myself back up to him. I straddled my legs over his dick, and my cunt swallowed every last inch. I gasped in relief, pleasure and pain all at once. I was finally full; I had a cock in me, and I was ready to get to work. I moved my hands along his chest, up and down. We made a pace together, hips thrusting faster and faster with each passing second. His moans kept me going; we were in ecstasy, loving it more and more every second. Suddenly, he screamed, "I... I... I'm... I'M CUMMING!" I felt his dick shooting wave after wave of hot, sticky cum into my pussy. I climaxed, and moaned the loudest that I ever had. It was the greatest feeling of my life, to finally be fucking after so much anticipation. What he still didn't know though, was that we had the room to ourselves for the rest of the night. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 49