Get Hands-On

You know you should just let it go. You are already toeing the line-which-shall-not-be-crossed. Any further and you might ruin everything. And it has gone remarkably well so far as it is. Melody was playing with her breasts in front of you, for God's sake; you are practically living the dream.

And yet, you can't. As your friend said herself, this opportunity will likely never come again. If you don't make the most of it, you will surely regret it forever. With your heart beating against your ribs and your pulse racing, you lick your lips and try to maintain you composure as you speak. "No. I'm not done with you yet." You say, trying to keep your voice steady. "Get...get down on your hands and knees."

Melody freezes in place. At first, she does not obey your order and merely stares at you. She studies your face for some indication of intention, but you keep your gaze focused and unreadable. When you neither back down nor offer any explanation, she mutters out a nervous "O-okay" then slowly drops down onto her hands and knees. Her beautiful breasts dangle from her chest alluringly and every shift in her posture causes them to sway back and forth.

"Now crawl to me." You say, trying to give off an air of authority.

"Jack..." The redhead stammers. "You're kinda scaring me, man." Regardless, she slowly crawls over to you. Knowing her, she is probably too curious to not see where you are going with this. She stops just short of your feet and you use a curling finger motion to beckon her further. She continues to crawl closer to you, straddling your legs until her face was only about a foot from yours and her boobs rest right above your crotch.

"That's enough." You tell her and she stops in place again. As much as you want to just reach out to touch her, you feel it would be best to make it known beforehand. But you don't want to ask permission, lest that spoil the mood. You settle for simply stating your intention and gauge her reaction. "I think it's my turn to play with your breasts." You say quickly so the words don't get garbled with embarrassment. Melody's face turns crimson and she recoils a bit in surprise, which was to be expected. However, you also expected her move away completely or adamantly rebuke you as well, and she does not.

"I said no touching." She offers up in a more subdued response. Her eyes look to the side to avoid your own. "Don't you remember?"

"That was your rule, not mine." You remind her back. "And I am in charge, aren't I?" There; a gentle but firm push back. If she insists again, you will back off. But just maybe...

"You goddamn brute." She says, only partially meaning it. And that's all the more you get from her. She doesn't say another word nor does she move away. She just stays there, on all fours, over your lap. She bites her lower lip in anticipation of what comes next. You reach out and caress her luscious breasts, running your hands all over them. They are every bit as wonderful to touch as you imagined; soft, smooth and firm.

"Ohhhhh." Melody closes her eyes and lets out a low moan. "Shhhhhit."

"I guess you like it." You say with a smile. You move your hands down to the lowest point on her tits and cup them gently, her rock hard nipples pressing into your palm. You gently bounce them up and down. "Am I turning you on?"

"They're extremely sensitive because of all the attention I was paying them." She insists, but she doesn't even seem able to put any fight in her voice. "Of course your touch is going to affect me. It doesn't mean...what I know you are thinking..."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that." You say teasingly as you go back to fondling her perfect breasts with gentle squeezes and caresses. She stays on all fours, letting small moans escape her lips as you pull and tug on her. You can't help but chuckle to yourself. "Heh. This kinda seems like-"

"If you say 'I'm milking you', I swear to God that I'm going to kick you in the nuts hard enough send them into your spleen."

You immediately shut your mouth. "I...uh...I was going to say it seems like you're starting to get into it." You quickly cover for yourself. "And you wanted to outlaw touching."

"I'm not getting into it." She insists, although her closed eyes and pursed lips would suggest otherwise. "Can't you just shut up and enjoy yourself for once?"

"I could, but first, I think I would like to hear you say you love it when I play with your tits." You smirk to yourself.

"Oh, fuck off." She hisses.

"C'mon, Melody." You chide her. "Tell me how much you like it." You slide your hands back down and grab a hold of her nipples, lightly pinching and rolling them between your fingers. The redhead lets out as surprised squeal.

"N-no...I don't want to..." She continues trying to fight you. Her arms and legs are shaking and you can see the resolve in her eyes starting to fade.

"Do I have to play my trump card? Fine." You sigh. "The Rock-Skipping Champion demands you tell him how much you love it when he plays with your tits."

"God! Fine!" She exclaims, at the end of her rope. "I love it, okay? I love the way your strong, rough hands caress my boobs! It gets me so hot and bothered, my fucking panties are soaked! Are you happy now?" She lets out a exhausted breath of air and then hangs her head in shame.

"Wow." You say. You are a bit taken aback by the sincerity of her remarks. You weren't expecting to get that real all of a sudden. You can't help but feel like kind of a jerk. Your hands stop teasing her and you merely hold them twins in place with a gentle grip. "I...uh...wasn't expecting that."

"Is the sun down yet?" She mutters, not able to raise her head to look you in the eyes.

"Sorry." You say sheepishly. "I guess I went too far. Do you...want to stop?" You don't want to, but know when to back down. However, she doesn't respond to your question. You have an alternate idea, but you are unsure if you can go through with it. "How about...how about I embarrass myself too? Make us even?"

"How will you do that?" She asks glumly, still not looking at you. You steady your breathing, then reach down with your right hand and unzip the front zipper of your cargo shorts. This catches Melody's attention and she finally looks at you, a little bewildered. "Wait...are you going to-" She doesn't finish and instead drops her gaze back down in time to see you unbutton your boxers and slip your hard cock out into the air. "Oh my God!" She says, surprised to suddenly see your naked cock in the flesh.

"I'm turned on too." You say, pushing past the awkward embarrassment of your best friend seeing your bare erection. She is staring at it intently and you don't know if that makes it better or worse. "No need to be ashamed, right?"

"I...I..." She stutters, not sure how to deal wit your dick being so close to her. "I think my arms are going to give out." She says and slowly lowers her body down. She looks up at you as her body drops down to yours, squishing her breasts against your hips and enveloping your cock in between them. The feeling of soft warmth causes you to shudder. You can't believe your eyes, but it's true; your cock is lovingly nestled between your redheaded friend's rack.

"Are you done with me yet?" She asks you softly. "Or is there more you want?"