After hours at my apartment

Over the next month I saw Brittany multiple times a week, meeting up for anything from quick lunches to movie nights, more recently we've been spending a lot of time at my apartment. It almost felt like I had a girlfriend, besides the whole 'intimacy' aspect that was lacking. I had a plan to change that, and it didn't seem like she would need much convincing.

Brittany opened the door to my apartment at 10:30 on the dot, using the spare key I gave her last week to invite herself in. She'd already been over five a nights out of the week, the only times she wasn't around was when there was a casual hookup to attend. we laughed about what losers they were and how she only used them for their dicks over a bowl or two.

She was an avid smoker and I was less so, but we still sparked up every time she came over. It usually took her twice as long to get as high as I was, giving me ample time to pick out the show we were going to watch and grab a thick blanket to lay under. She cuddled up to me when she was ready, nestling her tiny body next to me on the couch.

Without fail, about halfway through the episode Brittany would end up laying her head in my lap and stretching out along the empty space cushions, and that is when I made my move. Resting my left hand on her side I gently rubbed back and forth, lulling my stoned companion into a state of total relaxation before moving on to the next step. Brittany's outfit for the day consisted of a matching black workout set, the tight spandex hugging her amazing ass, practically inviting me to grab at it.

And grab I did, taking a handful of Brittany's left cheek prior to rubbing all around the rest of it. After a solid minute of groping, Brittany finally spoke up. "Hey mister, what are you up to?" the cute brunette asked, a playful tone to her voice that didn't sound like she was trying to stop me, or even that she wanted me to.

My altered mind was a little slow to respond, but I had rehearsed my lines enough that they eventually came to me. "Oh nothing, I'm sure you must be tense from the gym and wouldn't mind a little massage. But if you don't want me to..." I ended my response this way intentionally so Brittany would be **** to answer, knowing weed put the 20 year-old in a heightened state of arousal.

Brittany broke out into a flirty smile, eyes following suit as she lightly smacked my chest. "You're such a jerk. You know smoking gets me horny and all of a sudden you want to give me a massage? Mm..just this once! And no funny business." She turned back around gently pressing her ass further into my hand, scooting closer to me and placing her head on the far end of my lap, leaving her chest right in front of my concealed boner.

"No funny business. Just a nice, relaxing massage..." I told her, keeping up the 'massage' as my ears picked up the slightest moans escaping Brittany's mouth while playing with her phat white booty. The foreplay was getting to me, my cock hardening in front of Brittany, hoping she was too enthralled in the show to pay it much mind. Alas, that wasn't the case, and she made sure to call me out for it.

Poking and prodding while landing a couple playful smacks to my rigid hard-on, Brittany let out a hilariously fake gasp. "What did I say? That looks pretty funny to me..." she said, curling up so her head was closer to the tent I was pitching. My brunette best friend was throwing me an alley oop, and it was in my hands to slam it home.

"That thing's got a mind of its own you know that. Especially around a girl like you." Brittany was used to this type of casual flirting from me, but I went a step farther and laid a stiff slap across her ass as I said it.

Caught off guard, Brittany let out a slight shriek when my hand struck her. "Uh! A girl like me huh? And what kind is that?"

Thinking for a minute, a lightbulb went off in my head when I found the perfect retort. "You know, the kind that I'm aching to fill up." It wasn't a lie, but it was rare that we were this forward in our teasing, and Brittany's face said as much. A mix of surprise, confusion and arousal made their way across her pale visage, stretching her brown soft angled eyebrows up and down as she settled her feelings.

Flipping around to face me Brittany got up off my lap and swung her left leg around my body, straddling me and wrapping her arms around the back of my neck. Face inches from each other, she took her arms off of me and placed her hands on my shoulders "Fucker. Well hurry up. My high won't last as long as yours and I want to cum before it's over."

Hook. Line. Sinker.