Aimee has an idea

You didn't feel smart, with Aimee's palm resting over your clit. The feint pressure through your jeans and panties was *very* distracting. Aimee grinned down at you impishly, her other hand still toying with your nipple. The position gave you a fantastic view down her shirt.

"Well..." you started, but then gave way into a whine. "That feels *really* nice, Aimee. We could probably..." You cut off as Aimee's fingers slipped into your pants. "You smell so fucking good."

"Language, Stefi!" You both laughed.

"I think we need to get you out of those pants." Aimee said. She eyed your shirt and the jeans. "Didn't we pick out a bunch of sexy stuff for you at the mall yesterday?" Her fingers were running over some *very* distracting places inside those jeans.

"Yeah," you allowed, panting, "should have worn those... out of these pants is good. But don't stop." Aimee grinned down at you, then slipped her hand out of your pants.

"You bitch! That was *not* fair!"

She leaned down and kissed you again, long and hard. "You are *way* more fun when you're drunk!" She reached down, offering the slick hand to help you up. You took it, following her upstairs with a tipsy giggle, stumbling a bit in a horny daze.

You caught a brief impression of a tastefully decorated bedroom. Then Aimee was taking off her shirt and yoga pants, and then she was on top of you, kissing you again. You were on your back, on the bed, with Aimee helping you shed your pants while you played with her boobs.

You moaned into her, and she bit your lip. You whined, grinding your hips into hers, and then she had her fingers on your clit. It all felt so good! "I can't get over your chest," You gasped "what size bra do you wear?"

"I can't get over how much *fun* you are!" She replied. "I'm a DD or E usually, not *that* huge, but they do look phenomenal on my frame, don't they?" You couldn't help but agree, kissing one of her nipples and earning a pleased moan from her.

"Aimee," you asked, "I've never done this before. How do we-" your question was abandoned as she pulled a huge and bright pink vibrator out of the bedside table, her fingers never stopping their **** on your clit.

You smiled back at her as though she were joking, but you were having trouble by this point with anything beyond her body and yours. "There's no way it will fit-" you broke off as she kissed you again. You waited for her to come up for air before finishing. "It's bright pink!"

"Trust me, it fits just fine." Her eyes sparkled, and you realized with growing anticipation that she was talking from experience. "But you only get to find out if I *let* you!"

You moaned, kissing her nipple again, knowing you sounded needy and frustrated. "Don't you have anything less... Embarrassing? I just want to... I'm so close! I'm close to ...orgasming"

*Doesn't it feel good to give in to your body?*

As you spoke, Aimee's face lit up like you were announcing a new sale. "I'm not sure I heard you right there, Stefi. Did you say you 'just wanna cum?'" she pulled her hand from your clit and your shrieked with frustration. You were so close!

"Nooooo!" You panted. "Put your hand back! Please!"

Then her hand was on your clit again, and you groaned as she slipped a finger inside you. She was positioned over you in the bed, and your vision was dominated by her face, her blonde hair, and her boobs. She smelled, felt, sounded, looked, and tasted incredible. "Wow," you panted, "why does this feel so... so unbelievably good?"

Aimee giggled back at you "Because I'm a great lay? Just enjoy it. Oh! Actually, let's have some fun with that!" Hey finger felt perfect inside you, but then it was gone. "What would you do... to cum... right now?"

The question was baffling for a moment as your mind raced. "Aimee..." You whined, hips working against hers. "Please..." You made puppy eyes up at her, hoping it would do the trick.

"You called me a 'slut' earlier, Stefi." Aimee's face was mock-serious as she waved the vibrator in front of you. "That wasn't very nice. You were uptight and... and-" She cut off as you changed tactics, rubbing a hand over her clit in a crudely effective imitation of her own tactic. It was easier for you, since her lacey red thong offered little protection. Instead of fighting you off, she moaned, grinding into your hand and leaning down for another kiss. "Thats... Oh... very nice, baby," she cooed. Hey eyelids fluttered and she moaned again, and she replaced the finger inside you, then added another.

Fireworks went off in your head as you moaned again. "Ooh fuck. Aimee..."

She continued to grind into your hand. "Say 'I'm a slut, too!'" she demanded.