You'd barely gotten half way in when you hear screams.

Before that she was been surprisingly quiet. Her jaw was working but her moans grunts were barely audible. It wasn't just her, there was another shout. You stepped back, letting your cock drop. Rory grabbed her breasts and twisted her back to the door, shoving you a bit. Isabel was in the doorway laughing.

Tristan had always insisted that he thought Rory's boobs were real, but he'd never seen them, so you didn't really buy it. The way they moved though, they were definitely real. Her small hands could barely contain them.

You kind of just waited, not sure if you were suppose to care. You didn't really care, but apparently Rory did. She yelled at her to leave.

Isabel hesitated. She stopped laughing and looked you up and down, and saw what you were packing. In a moment of clarity she broke her stare and made eye contact with you. Busted.

She spun around right into her boyfriend and they stumbled out. At that point you remembered that you shouldn't show your friends girl your dick... unless they break up, or like it's life and **** or something.

"Hey!" You kissed Rory gently and she turned back to face you. "I can't walk out the door like this, babe."

"They'd think you were stealing something," she giggled as she slid off the counter and back to her knees.

When you were in high school, Rory was a freshman the year you were a senior. She was always sort of the preppy type, so when you saw her at a show with Isabel you weren't even sure that it was the same girl.

Now she was expertly working your shaft, coating the whole thing in spit before jerking with both hand. You didn't hold out long. The first jet streaked her face, hitting her left eye. You held her head in place as three or four more painted her. She wriggled out of your grip and let you unload the rest on her tits.