Don't front

"Don't front." Mel says seriously, staring intently at you for an uncomfortably long moment as you try to parse what that could possibly mean. As inexplicably as her stare started, she slips around you and trots off to the kitchen.

"Um." You watch her taut, bare buns disappear around the corner. You glance down at her shorts, nudging them with your toe. "No panties?" You mutter to yourself as you head after her. You step into the kitchen as she opens up the fridge.

"Here, try hitting on me." She seems to have almost perfectly staged this moment. Feet gently spread, knees locked bent over into the fridge, her pussy giving a flawless sideways smile beneath her round cheeks. You decide to do exactly as she says.

"You wanna take this party upstairs?" She turns, setting two cold beers on the counter beside you. "I can make you feel things you've never imagined?" You end meekly into her glare.

"You're an idiot." She pops a bottle cap off, handing you a beer. You take it and she opens the other, taking a swig. "You're fucking kidding, right?"

You take a swig as well. "Um... No?"

She rolls her eyes and takes a long drink before setting her bottle down. "Oh my gosh, Max!" Mel's familiar sarcastic tone kicks in as your naked friend grabs your arms in mock enthusiasm. "That's such an incredible once-in-a-lifetime offer that my pussy is literally dripping wet in anticipation of taking this party upstairs!"

Mel pulls your hand down between her thighs, pressing her finger against yours as it parts her lips and slips effortlessly into the hot, slippery wetness inside.

"Holy fuck, you are!" She pulls your hand off her, dropping the mocking expression and picking up her beer.

"Of course I'm fucking wet." She takes a swig. "I'm an eighteen year old girl. I'm 100% horny 100% of the time. I get wet more than you get erections, and trust me, I can tell when you're being careful standing up."

"So... You do wanna go upstairs and, uh, fulfill all your widest fantasies?" Her pussy juices are on your fingers...

"This is exactly what I'm talking about. You're a fucking creep with this shit." She sighs. "Look, most of my fantasies involve whatever guy is nearest at any given moment shoving their cock in and out of some hole of mine and then cumming somewhere on me. They don't get terribly wild, and, if we're being serious, that's about what would happen upstairs, right?" Her boobs jostle gently with the air quotes around upstairs, but you try not to stare...

"I went all day without panties in those very loose shorts just to flash you, which I did, and now we're both naked and your cock hasn't stopped being rock hard and pointed right at me for even a second since I let it out." She looks very intently at you, as if making sure you're paying attention. "So I've got plenty of reasons to be wet right now, and none of those reasons are your bullshit offer to fuck me."

"So... Don't front?" You take a swig.

"Right. So, like..." She pauses, clearly finding herself more invested in expressing this thought than she realized. She seems to be very much not powering through that mostly-full beer as a result. "If there's one thought to take away here, it's to just not say bullshit, right?"

You nod, thinking and taking a swig. "Your, uh, your pussy is really smooth?" That felt like not bullshit.

She beams at that. "Oh my god, seriously, I actually work so hard on that!" She deftly hops onto the edge of the counter and spreads her knees, lips opening wide. She grabs your hand again, pulling you over in front of her. "Here, feel right along here..."

"Um..." She leads your fingers to her pussy, tilting them up and guiding the tips of your ring and pointer along her lips, your middle finger trailing through the wide open warm wetness between them. "Very... Smooth?"

"Thank you!" She smiles sweetly and sincerely, leaving your hand to its own devices between her thighs as she leans gently back and picks up her beer. "You just have no idea how hard it is to get it right along there! It's so nice of you to notice and to, like, honestly appreciate that!"

"Well, it's really well done..." Your hand stats frozen in place as she takes a long drink. You decide to press your middle finger gently in as your finger tips start to tenderly graze her smooth little pussy. You sense the faintest shiver from her as you gently find your way to her clit and a smile cracks around the mouth of her beer. "No bullshit." You smile back and she sets the bottle down, somehow still entirely failing to push your hand away.

"So..." She smiles softly. "Ready for the next lesson?"