Of Course You Do

You stood and walked over in front of him. You raised your arms up above your head.

“Help yourself,” you said to him.

You could see how tentative he was. You would've described him as exceedingly nervous. He looked certain that he was being set up somehow.

“So are you the tease then, Jackson?” You questioned him. “All bark and no bite?”

He reached out and began pulling on the tank top, untucking it from the yoga pants. He sensed no resistance from you so he pulled it up higher. When he was about to uncover your breasts, he stopped and looked you in the eye.

“What are you waiting for Jackson?” You asked. “I thought you wanted to see my tits.”

“This can’t be happening,” he said to you.

“Why not, Jackson?” You ask him.

“Girls like you only exist in porn. No girl as hot as you would ever let me do something like this. It’s just not possible.”

He was right, of course. Girls like you really did only exist in porn. At least until earlier this morning. Now you were experiencing exactly what it was like to be a girl like that. You couldn't stop yourself. You needed it. That was how you were written, to satisfy every desire of two horny teenage boys.

“So you’re not going to take my shirt off, Jackson?" You said, "Because you can’t believe the girl standing in front of you is real? I can assure you my tits are very real. Get them out and you can see for yourself.”

For a moment you actually wondered if he was going to chicken out. He still stood there, hesitating. But finally he found the courage and finished taking off your tank, exposing your breasts to him.

“Oh. God. Damn.” He groaned as they came into view.

“Something wrong, Jackson?”

He shook his head.

“I’ve never seen breasts that beautiful before. They’re incredible.”

“I’ll bet they feel even better than they look,” you said to him.

He no longer hesitated. Your friend reached out and cupped your perfect breasts in his hands and you closed your eyes and moaned loudly. It felt so good to you. Your moans encouraged him. He leaned in and took one of your nipples into his mouth.

“God yes, Jackson, just like that,” you groaned.

And then one of his hands found its way between your legs. The crotch of your yoga pants was damp with your fluids, letting him know how turned on you were.

“God, your wet already,” he declared. “You really do want this, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck yes,” you moan.

He turned around and bent you over the back of the couch and then pulled your yoga pants down about half way down your thighs.

“Damn girl. No bra or panties? You really were hoping to get fucked, weren’t you?”

“Of course I was,” you reply, “you know anyone who might be willing to fuck me?”

“I might,” he said, “but first I need a taste of this gorgeous pussy.”

He knelt behind you and immediately licked all the way from your clit up to your ass and back down again.

“Oh yesss,” you hissed.

Then his tongue went as far up inside of your pussy as he could get it, making you groan loudly and urge him on. If he had stood up and stuffed his cock in you right then, you wouldn’t have even thought about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom. You were completely lost in lust.

Fortunately, he took his time eating you from behind. He wanted to make you orgasm on his mouth and fingers, which he did. Moments after you shouted in ecstasy from the climax he gave you, you heard Alex’s voice.

Alex!

The condoms!

It was the first you’d thought of them since Jackson starting licking you. What luck that Alex made it back before Jackson started fucking you.

“Hey Jackson,” Alex said with a laugh, “I see you’ve met Faith already."

"Yeah," Jackson said, chuckling, "we're just getting acquainted now."

Jackson stood and began to open up his shorts.

You watched as Alex opened up the 50 count box of condoms, grabbing one and tossing it to Jackson.

"You'll need one of these," he said.

Jackson looked right at you.

"You don't really want me to wear one of these, do you? Wouldn't you rather feel me without one?"