You want to be his secret sissy friend.

It's tempting to tease and **** the bashful boi, but you don't want to end up just like your beastly bullies. Besides, you catch more fairies with honey than vinegar. You kneel down 'accidentally' letting Brian see down your tank top to get a peek at your pretty pink nipples. You watch him squirm as he strains against his sheer tights so hard you can almost see the veins, and you reluctantly resist the urge to peel down his pants and swallow his shrimp dick.

Instead you offer him a hand and in a friendlier, femmier tone say, "Aww, don't look so scared. I'm not gonna hurt you. I mean look at me! TEE HEE" He takes your hand and sighs with relief as you help him up. Now kissably close, you break the palpable tension before you scare him off. "Really what happened is I've had kind of a weird day, and I don't really have any other friends, so I was hoping we could hang out and get high."

Brian will never win the World Series of Poker. His face is an open book. You can see his illicit interest in the dirty deets of how you went from punching bag to pin up in one morning. His nose scrunches up when you call him a friend, which is hardly news to you, but it surprises you how much it stings. He might not be one for hiding tells, but he easily reads yours, and his face softens and his brow furrows in sympathy. He puts a hand gently on your shoulder and says, "I'd love to hang out...and...I...I'm sorry I haven't been a better friend to you. I hope I can make it up to you."

You aren't sure how much of it is the **** and how much is the deep dicking you can still feel the arousing ache of, but it takes everything you have not to pull this sweet, sensitive boi into a passionate kiss. You **** yourself to take a step back and try to slow play this seduction. You drop your backpack to the floor and make a show of bending over to unzip it. Arching your ass and swaying as you shuffle so that Brian can ogle your creamy cheeks peeking out of the tears in your lacy hose and the thin strap of your thong hugging your hips, you 'struggle' to find the pound of weed located at the very top of the bag.

"Where is it? No...that's just more slutty, silky street walker wear. Hmm...just a bunch of lube...though I prefer spit...Ah! Here it is!" You bounce up and spin around before Brian can wipe away the drool on his chin or hide the spreading stain on his crotch as he leaks pre painfully. You giggle girlishly, this time genuinely and take the weed and pipe over to the couch. You sway your ass hypnotically to ensure your new best friend follows, but you doubt wild horses could keep him away at this point. Then you wonder why wild horses are always trying to drag people or whatever, and then you wonder if horse cocks are really as big as the expressions suggest, and then you remember you are high and giggle giddily again.

"Looks like you had a head start, Ella. Can I catch up and maybe then you can tell me about your day?" Brian asks softly but sweetly, and you smile as you pass him a packed bowl and a lighter. You watch as he takes a huge hit and holds it in so long that you have to remind yourself to breathe. He finally lets it out in a sloooow pucker and hips lips make the cutest little bow that you have to bite your tongue so you don't use it to open your present. He doesn't seem to have noticed, or politely pretends not to as he hands you back the pipe.

You do your best to make a show of running your tongue around the rim before wrapping your plump lips around it and taking a long, hard hit. The smoke burns your lungs and fogs up your head and your shaft swells and suffers sublimely in your silk panties. You finally let it out in a sloooow plume like you are blowing a kiss and this time Brian can't help but stare as he licks his lips longingly.

You pass it back to him and smile serenely, baked and boned and feeling bold, you decide to give him the juicy version of your morning. "I guess it is a pretty drastic make over huh? Hee hee" You giggle as Brian takes a hit and listen intently, leaning close as he blows a kiss back at you and begins coughing halfway through. "Hee Hee. Well I was playing hooky to avoid bullies...like you, I seen you naughty boi." You playfully give him a soft swat on his knee, and he snaps them together like a steel trap to hide his spreading stain. You are loving this effect you seem to be having over him and you want to keep pushing his buttons and see who boils over first.

"Anyway...I was going to hideout in the neighborhood when that dirtbag **** dealer, Dale." You pause, playing dumb as you scoot closer to Brian. "Do you know Dale? Big sleazy, but kind of sexy looking guy?" You slide your bare leg against the tight, smooth material of his pants and your shy friend stammers and nods and his blush spreads down to his neck. "Well he kinda invited me, kinda threatened me, to hang out and get high with him." Brian's cute little teddy bear nose scrunches up again, either in jealousy or out of anger for a bully treating you that way and you wish you could get to the part where your straddling his lap and sucking off his tongue, but you don't want to lose this little game you're playing that he doesn't know he's playing or the rules which you have only half made up so far.

You keep rubbing your leg against Brian's and he pulls his knees down for more of those scintilating shivers and you continue your story. "So, I don't know about you...but when I get high...I get really horny." you throw your legs over his like you are casually stretching out, adoring how his small shaft squirms against your supple stems, "So there we are, getting blazed and boned, when he puts this porn on his big screen..." you pause so both of you can take in the wet smacks and practiced moans on the tv, "And he pulls out this thick...veiny...monster cock." You draw out every sultry syllable as you feel his squirming become more deliberate, almost exactly like he is trying to hump your legs.

You can feel him ready to steam up and shout, but you don't know how much longer you will last before you need to be poured out yourself. You go for the big finish. "Obviously I was all gross...buuuuuut..." you lean into whisper into his ear your lips pressed lightly against his lobe and your breath hot and balmy on his cheek, "then he started playing with my ass." Taking a bold move, you grab your friend's hand and pull it down into your shorts so he can feel your soft, sizable cheeks. "And it turns out I get really slutty when someone plays with my ass. Tee Hee. Who knew?"

Brian turns his head so his lips are just a hair's breadth away from yours and he starts to knead your doughy cheeks. It's your turn to blush all over now, and soon you are both panting, staring deep with desire into each others eyes and playing a game of kiss chicken. You know the next moment will tell the tale, but as much as you've been toying with him, you've been teasing yourself as well. He's so darn cute in his little lovable loser way, and you can tell he needs a win, even if he doesn't know he's playing a game. Then again, you haven't had a great win record yourself, and he might be even cuter if you can make him your devoted little suck ****.