Gurlfriend Playtime

You cross to your mother's dresser and pull out your own outfit.

"Did you know I like this too?" you ask.

"I had some idea," your friend said. "I have looked at your web history."

"But I never know who I want to be in these stories," you say.

"We can switch on and off," your friend said. "But I think we both like girly things."

"That's true."

Pulling out a skirt and top you've often seen on your mother, you slip it on. You sit down at the table. Your friend comes over and does your makeup. Not like his: a little subtler. More like an older woman. Feeling the lace of the panties hardens your cock, which sticks out of them a little. Your friend giggles, and rubs his hand against the bow on the front of the underwear.

Your friend dips into a bag you hadn't seen and pulls false breasts from it. He carefully cups them on you.

"They'll stick," he says, and guides your hand to his own false breasts. You squeeze them: they feel real. You moan as he kisses your neck.

You turn to face him, and he pulls you into a kiss. Lipstick and your friends saliva mix with your own. You feel your cock harden, as your friends pulls you to an upright position. He pushes his dick against yours, both hard cocks tucked into panties. They rub against each other.

You gasp.

Then he grins a wicked grin.

"You''re a bad girl, aren't you?"

"So bad," you say.

"Then I need to punish you."

"Yes."