We were watching a movie in her room, same bed, under the blankets. Nothing new. We’d cuddled a hundred times before, but this time felt different. Her hand was on my thigh, then higher. I didn’t stop her.
She leaned over, whispered that she always wondered if I’d let her. I whispered back that I already was.
Her fingers slid under my shorts and I was already soaked. She laughed and said, “You’re such a little slut.” Then she started teasing my clit slow, deep, not letting me cum too fast. It was torture.
She made me keep my eyes on the TV while she fingered me harder. My body was shaking so bad the whole bed was moving. When I came, it was loud, messy, soaking her sheets. I covered my mouth and she just giggled, licking her fingers.
Then she looked at me and said, “You better not fuckin tell him.”
