Jane

You arrive at their house, and Jane answers the door as you knock. "Hey, thanks for the warning," she teases as she lets you in.

"Haha, sorry," you reply, sticking your tongue out at your friend.

"What's new?" Jane asks as she stretches, her tits lifting with the movement.

You wait a second to reply, mesmerized by her breasts bulging out of her tight shirt. You lose track as you think about them, and she has to nudge you to bring you back.

"Like something you see?" she jokes, striking a sexy pose for you.

You snort, stepping close and grabbing them in your hands, squeezing. “Was just distracted by these, what the hell? Where’d your tits go, all I see are these planets on your chest. You slut!”

She swats your hands away with a laugh, taking your groping for just playful fun between friends. “I’m a slut? You’re the one who grabbed me first!”

“Oh noo, you got me! I’m a dirty slut only here for your body.” You twinge a little on the inside, since it’s not exactly a lie.

“You girls, get a room!” her mom, Wendy says, passing by as we touch each other in the living room, shaking her head good-naturedly.

You can’t help but stare at her mom’s hips move as she walks away, and imagine your hands grabbing them as she straddles your lap, her tongue in your mouth and those tits against you. I lose myself a little in the fantasy, and Jane slaps you lightly, grabbing you attention again. You see an annoyed look in her eyes as she glares at you. “Hey, stop making those eyes at my mom.”

“You sound a little jealous there, Janey.” I flirt, running my hands down her body to try and warm her up.

She rolls her eyes and blushes a little. “Whatever, let’s just go to my room.”