Stop my friend from sleeping with a rando (#8)

After all the weed and the time in the sun, I was ready to nap. I trudge through the camps of college kids scattered across the beach. I ignored catcalls and offers of ****. I just gave a toothless smile and moved on, hoping I could re-find my group of friends.

I finally located them, but it was no longer just my group of friends. It was now a loud mass of drunks. Music blared. I had to **** my way into the circle.

Jules sat on her towel flanked by two boys. They seemed to be politely chatting. Good. As long as they were being respectful to my virgin friend, I wouldn’t have to knock them out.

Tom was happily playing beer pong. High fiving some bro who was his partner. Maybe Tom had found another gay? Or maybe this was some straight bro he wanted to suck his dick? It was too early to tell.

Mandy stood at the other side of the table, grinding her ass against her beer pong partner. A partner that looked very familiar: the Greek God. I guess Mandy really wanted my chewed up boy toy.

I looked around. Where the hell was Christina?

I finally found her in a group of dudes. She was bent over and shaking her ass in front of one of them. Really putting on a show. Fuck. She was drunk and horny, and about to fuck at least one of these random dudes.

I promised I wouldn’t let that happen.

I moved into the group. Christina stood up, and clung herself to the nearest guy. He rested his hand on her barely covered ass like they were a couple. She said, “Hey Phoebe. This is umm, sorry I forgot your name, but he’s really fun.”

He squeezed her ass, right in front of me.

Yup this random was not fucking my girl.

I held my hand out to Christina, “Hey I’m really high. Can you walk me back to the hotel so I can nap? I don’t want to get lost.”

She unlatched from the guy and came to me. She took my hand in hers. The guy took a step to follow us back to the hotel room. I firmly said, “NO!”

Christina helped guide me through the crowds back to the hotel. She said, “Thanks for saving me back there. I think I was getting a little carried away. Every time I drink I get so horny.”

I squeezed her hand, “I got you babe. No randoms this week.”

“God, I don’t know how I’m going to survive. I have to stop drinking.”

Once back at the hotel room, I decided to clean myself off before my nap. I took a long hot shower. I threw on some soft shorts and a tank top. Christina was laying on the bed in her bikini. I said, “You better not be getting sand in our bed.”

“I’m not! I didn’t even sit down out there,” she replied. “See!” She pulled down her bikini bottoms to show that she didn’t have sand anywhere.

Nudity with this group of friends was pretty common. Normally we don’t even comment on it. But Christina had such the perfectly sculpted rectangle of pubic hair, I had to comment. “Damn mami, where did you get waxed!?”

“You like it? I did it myself,” she said, showing her work off to me.

“That looks so professional. You should do mine. I’m so tired of shaving,” I said.

“For sure. Just don’t yell at me when I rip it off. It hurts like a bitch,” she laughed.

She crawled into bed with me, not bothering to put back on her bottoms. She cuddled against me and held me in her arms. It was nice, and I was about to fall asleep, when she asked, “Wanna make out?”

It wasn’t a strange request. We had made out before. She was a really good kisser. It was a fun way to pass the time if we were bored.

I rolled over to face her, and looked at her. I smiled, “You’re way too horny girl.”

“I aaammm,” she whined. I stopped her complaining with my lips.

We made out in the bed. It started out as a normal session. All lips and tongue. Maybe a little face and hair caressing. Then Christina got on top of me, taking a dominant position. I reached behind her and gave her ass a little smack and squeeze.

Touching her once broke the seal.

Her hands were all over me. Squeezing my tits through my shirt. I responded by untying her bikini top and throwing it to the floor. She leaned forward and brought her breasts to my mouth. As I sucked her nipples, she slipped a hand into my cotton shorts. Her fingertips stroked me.

I’d never been touched there by another woman before. The amount of experience Christina had with masturbation made it a night and day difference between her and the guys I had been with. She knew exactly what she was doing. I was a writhing mass of moans between her expert fingers.

Nobody had ever made me come so quickly. I sighed into Christina’s kissing mouth, “I think I’m in love with your fingers.”

Christina’s wet fingers gripped my hand, and slid her down her stomach, brushing against her strip of pubic hair. I knew what she wanted. I was just afraid I wouldn’t be as good as her.

I needed to get in a more familiar position. I asked Christina to get on her back. She obliges quickly. I slipped two fingers between her surprisingly plump lips. I slid my fingers through her, feeling the textures and details of another woman’s anatomy for the first time.

I tried my normal routine that I would do on myself. It wasn’t getting the same response from Christina though. I had to change it up. I let her breathing and moans guide me. She wanted less penetration, and way more concentration on her clit. And not just her clit, but on one side of her clit.

It was like I was learning a whole new skill. My high brain totally focused on giving my friend an orgasm. And when Christina finally came, I felt real accomplishment. It wasn’t like getting some guy to come. That was easy. I had to work for this. The way this woman shook and clenched from just my two fingers made me feel powerful.

After making each other come, we napped. Maybe she should’ve gotten dressed. It would’ve avoided a lot of questions.