We Make Out On My Bed

I sighed and leaned back on my bed. This was going much better then I expected. Sandra seemed fine with Paige. Paige seemed to like Sandra enough. I might make it through the day without having my girlfriend breakup with me or without having to throw my best friend out on the street. I felt a **** hit me right in the sight and exhaled. Sandra had flopped down on top of me.

She turned her head to the side, giving me a grin. The little minx. Naturally, I had to lean in and kiss that smile off her lips. The fact that closed her eyes and kissed back was, of course, a welcome consequence of that.

Before long, our playful kissing stoped being playful teasing. I grabbed the back of her head, pushing her into the kiss. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close. Through my clothes, I can feel the soft touch of her body. I wrap my other arm around her back too,, locking us together in a firm embrace. Her hips started to roll into me. My hips rolled against her. I felt her wetness against me. She still wasn't wearing any panties.

Naturally, Paige chose that time to walk back into the room.

"The food is ready, Master and Mistress!" She declared.

Sandra broke the kiss, gasping. Paige was already walking out of the room.

"It's just Sandra!" My girlfriend called back after her. I just laughed.