She wants you to do it

“Well, wouldn’t you like to see Danni help me out of it?” She asks as she turns towards where the voice came from. There is very quickly more than one response, but all are saying the same, that yes they would.

Without any further words, Lucy moves even closer causing your breasts to brush against hers, your hard nipples flicking across hers. Your hand that is touching hers moves downwards, although you really are not sure if she is leading it that way or if you are moving it yourself. As it drops, your fingers curl through Lucy’s as your joint hands reach her waist, resting against the band of her skimpy thong.

You pause, your eyes now locked firmly onto Lucy’s, the heat of the moment driving you both on, leading you into areas you would never have believed possible when you left home tonight. Your other hand travels down to Lucy’s waist, this time completely of your own control, and as she moves her hands away, you are left with fingers looped into the waist of her one remaining piece of clothing.

You can almost sense the held breaths all around the room as you stand there, your naked body pressed against your best friend, your hands in prime position to remove the final item of clothing that is protecting any modesty she has left.

“Well, here goes” you tell yourself and with that you begin to slide your hands downwards, dragging the strip of material with you. You can feel the normal resistance as it peels itself free from between her cheeks, then as the tension of it goes loose, you know that you have the offending item down far enough that soon it will be covering nothing.

You drop to your knees in front of your friend, your face level with her stomach, her firm large breasts just above your face, rising and falling as she takes long hard breaths, waiting for you to complete your task.

You drop your gaze down, seeing the thong tangled around her thighs, the triangle of material still just covering her smoothly shaved pussy. With one quick tug though the viewing audience get to see what they want as the thong drops to her knees, and whilst the room cheers, you push it down the final distance until Lucy is able to step free.

Hands reach to your shoulders as she steps clear of it, and as you look up, Lucy smiles down at you and helps you back to your feet.

“Time for me to lick you clean then” she whispers to you, her voice wavering from either fear or excitement, or even both. “Now where do you want me to start?”