Don't blow in her mouth

"Fuck me." I shuttered, pulling back from the edge.

This time bomb would go off any second now, if I blasted Rachael square in the face surely the night would turn to chaos. Well, shit. Let's be honest, if I so much as high fived Ria right now I'd probably finish off in my pants. But then a stupid thought crossed my mind, a seemingly recurring theme of my night. Maybe if I just wank it real quick into that blue skirt, in 10 minutes I'll be in performing mode for Ria. Genius at work here.

I quickly turned myself around to hide the blue cell phone light from Rachael's sleeping eyes. My thumbs anxiously texted Ria that I'll be 10 more minutes, taking care of my sister. After a few bated seconds of waiting, she responded with a photo.

Mmm, and there she was. Sitting on top of my bed, her knees together and cute ankles spread apart, wearing nothing but my oversized Rolling Stones t-shirt. It was less of a nude and more of a seductively cute snap. One from a longing highschool girlfriend who missed her man. And then her follow up reply: simply "<3"

I said it again to myself, but this time out loud, " - God I love you... ok." My goofy smiling self torn between wanting to be with her but also knowing that she wouldn't go all the way. Though to be fair, she'd go pretty far for a first timer. And she might not be ready to handle going all the way. But fuck would I love to try anyways.

Ok, get that lube lets get out. But of course I hit a snag. There was no lubricant in sight. I thought, had she maybe used it all? But also suspiciously missing was her buzzy blue boyfriend - the silicon vibrator I had used to prank my mates at least twice with before.

"Where would she..." I started wondering, eyes searching the side of her bed, behind her drawer, or...