You're not sure yet

Katherine's gaze twists into a smile of lust and she bit her lip.

"You've already seen the goods and you've been checking out this ass," she says and slowly turns, giving you an amazing view of her tight ass before continuing, "since you knew to look at it and I knew to show it off. Wanna see what I was going to do today?" That grin got even more sexy, and your mind raced with possibilities. Was she meeting someone, was there a cam show about to start? Was it her cousin Stewart that was allegedly hung like a horse? Mann things went wild in your thoughts from there.

"Oh hell yes!" you told Katherine before stepping toward her. "I want to see everything you want to..." Katherine interrupted you by kissing you. Not a friendly peck on the cheek, but a full-on, lip sucking, hand sliding up under your shirt, pressing her hips to yours, kiss. You could feel the heat of her pussy through your jeans as she shifted her hips.

It could have been five minutes or five days, you're not sure, but you wanted that kiss forever, no matter how good of friends you were. That's changed now, at least a little.

"Mmmmm," she purred, her eyes just half-lidded slits as she pulled away. "Just like I've imagined."

"Me too," you say quietly, not realizing you'd said it until it was out of your mouth. But you definitely meant it.

Katherine grinned again, this one was the innocent, enthusiastic grin of an awkward teenager who just met her crush. She blushed and backed up, pulling you into her parent's living room by the front of your pants.

"James, you can watch, but you need to keep quiet and hide. We won't leave the living room," she said she closed the door behind you. Immediately you think of the coat closet; it has louvers in the door and you can see out, but not really see in.

Your naked friend has the same idea and she helps stuff you in the closet, quickly but carefully, her fingers drifting over your cock multiple times. After the door closes, she sits on the couch and spreads her legs. That landing strip of fur points directly toward her soft pink pussy. You watch it as it opens, and even from where you are, you can see every detail of her delicate, already-wet flower.

"Can you see me?" she asks, her fingers playing with her clit, making the muscles in her tanned thighs quiver and her gasp. "Fuck this is hot," she whispered before you replied.

"Yeah, Katie, I can.... Fuck you're beautiful..."

She blushed but kept playing.

There's a knock at the door what must have been less than a minute later, and you realized that neither of you shut it.