Best Friends Since Kindergarten

Beg

AMY

“I like waking up with you,” I murmured, peering at him from under my eyelashes. He blushed.

“But the ladder-“ he started.

“My dad doesn’t get up til noon on Saturdays. I have cheer practice at 10:00 anyway- we’ll have time to move it before he wakes up. And your mom is always in a rush before work- she won’t notice. It’ll be fine.” He looked at me, expression torn.

“Okay,” he sighed. “But if my mom tries to eviscerate me, let’s be clear: I’m blaming you.” I laughed.

“I can live with that,” I grinned and leaned in for a quick kiss. “I need to take a quick shower,” I added.

“Oh that’s a good idea,” he said thoughtfully. “Maybe I should run home to shower and brush my teeth and come back in like 20 minutes. I could put the ladder away and we could try the rope one.”

“We can’t secure the rope right now,” I pointed out. “It’d alert my dad.”

“Fair point,” he sighed.

My heart fluttered. “You could… take a shower with me?” I offered. “I have an extra toothbrush too.” He shot me a wicked grin that made me start getting wet between the legs again.

“I’m down,” he said eagerly.

My loft had originally been used as my mom’s art studio, then I’d somehow convinced dad to let me move in when I was 9 or 10. Getting him to agree to let me move mom’s old art stuff had not been easy, but I’d done it somehow. Because my mom had spent so much time up here before my birth, she’d insisted on having a bathroom on the same floor, so now I had my own private bathroom. I’d never been as grateful for that as tonight.

I took off the metallica t-shirt and unhooked my bra while Ryan slipped out of his clothes. We stood there just drinking in the sight of each other while waiting for the water to warm up. He reached out a hand and tugged me towards him, then planted hot kisses down my neck. I moaned softly, leaning into his touch. His hands reached down and squeezed my ass hard enough that I wondered if it would leave a mark. I could feel his hard d**k pressed against my stomach. He was so long and thick- I didn’t know if he’d even fit in me. Something about the thought of trying gave me a thrill that I liked though.

When the water was ready, we climbed in together. We massaged my lavender vanilla body wash onto each other, gently washing ourselves clean. He had me stand under the water until my hair was completely soaked, then he began working shampoo into it. I leaned against his chest as he cleansed and conditioned my hair, totally enraptured by the feeling of his hands massaging my scalp. His hard d**k rested at the top of my butt, pressed against my lower back. Feeling mischievous as he washed out the last of the conditioner, I rolled my hips and created some friction against his d**k. He took in a hissing breath as I positioned myself so his d**k was between my cheeks and rubbed against him. The soap and water made everything feel delightfully slippery and wet. He was frozen in place behind me.

Knowing it would drive him wild, I let out a soft moan as I rubbed. Almost instantly, an arm wrapped tight around my waist, holding me in place. His other hand grabbed my throat and pulled my head back against his chest. “Don’t tempt me, Amy,” he growled in my ear and nipped at my earlobe. The hand around my waist slid down my body to between my legs to play with my c**t. I let out a little whimper as he touched me. He hissed and plunged his fingers deep into me. The hand on my throat squeezed a bit tighter as he kissed my neck hungrily. His fingers pumped and curled hard inside me. I moaned louder, trusting the shower to drown me out a little. He nipped my neck and sucked hard. I knew he was probably leaving another hickey but I didn’t care. It felt too good to stop him.

He whispered in my ear, “You’re such a tease, playing with me when I can’t have you. God, you feel so good,” he groaned. “I can’t wait to get inside your tight p***y and fill you up with my cock.” I moaned again as his fingers tortured me. My legs trembled uncontrollably. It was hard to stay standing. I just wanted to put all my weight on him, force his fingers deeper into me. “I love your tight, sweet cunt. I’m going to pound you so hard that you can’t walk, can’t breathe, can’t think,” he growled. I could feel his throbbing c**k pressed against my ass. The precum on his tip rubbed against my back. His breath on my neck and ear was so hot. “I’m going to make you mine in every sense of the word, Amy. You’re going to be begging me to f**k you, begging me to devour you,” he thrust his fingers deeper in me, making me moan his name. The hand on my neck moved up to cover my mouth. Another vicious thrust. My moan was muffled by his hand. “Shhh, Amy. Don’t want anyone hearing, do we? Then I might have to stop, and you wouldn’t like that, would you? No, you want me deep in your perfect cunt.” He picked up speed and rubbed my c**t with his thumb while he finger f****d me hard. “You’re a little slut, aren’t you?” he purred. “You’re my little slut. This p***y belongs to me and no one else. You’re mine to pound. No one else’s, ever again,” I gasped as his fingers curled and twisted. I was so close to cumming. I moaned into his hand, louder and longer every time. “You’re mine,” he snarled. “My sweet, tight cunt.” He pinched tight hold of my c**t and rubbed it rapidly between his two fingers. “My little slut.” My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned louder into his hand, barely able to stay standing. “Beg me, Amy. Beg me to let you c*m,” he hissed in my ear. He lifted his hand from my mouth.

“Ryan,” I moaned, “Ryan, please.” I panted heavily, unable to formulate words.

“Please what?” His fingers plunged into me again with renewed vigor.

“Make me c*m, Ryan. Make me c*m, please,” I gasped out.

“As you wish,” he purred in my ear. His second hand reached down and rubbed my c**t viciously while his other hand’s fingers pumped hard in me. I could feel it starting. I bit my lip to try to muffle my cry as I orgasmed. “Good little p***y,” he whispered. “c*m for me, baby.” His fingers hungrily massaged my c**t and curled inside me. I orgasmed a second time, just as I’d started to recover from the first. I could feel my juices dripping down the inside of my legs now. “So tight, so wet. All mine,” he growled. His hands didn’t slow down or let me rest. My body twisted against him mindlessly as the third orgasm rocked me. I cried out and he quickly covered my mouth. He nibbled hungrily on my neck as I rode the orgasm through. Finally, he let me breathe. He turned me around so my front faced him and held me against his chest as I panted. He slapped my ass and squeezed it to make me gasp. I held on tight to him. My p***y ached and my legs were trembling too hard to stand on my own, but my insides tingled and glowed. I was vaguely aware of Ryan rubbing another layer of body wash on me and rinsing me off, cleaning the juices off my thighs. He scooped me up and carried me out of the shower. He wrapped me in my towel and brought me out to my bed and lay me down. He went back in the bathroom. I could hear the shower still running. I just focused on breathing. My p***y throbbed demandingly, taking up all my attention. A few minutes later, the water turned off and he emerged again. His hair was wet- he must have been finishing washing himself. He had my spare towel wrapped around his waist. He walked up to me and sat next to me on the bed.

“Amy?” he said. “Did I… was that too much?” His face was concerned.

“Holy f**k, Ryan,” I said, unable to fully formulate a response. “When did you learn to do that?”

“I was trying something new,” he mumbled. I stared at him.

“That was something new?” I demanded. He nodded. “Holy fuck.” I stared at my ceiling.

“Are you okay?”

“That was so f*****g hot, Ryan.” Relief flooded over his face.

“The stuff I was saying… wasn’t too weird?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Ryan that felt so, so, so good. My whole body is humming.” He grinned cockily. “I’m sorry I couldn’t return the favor. I just… wow.” I took a shaky breath in.

“You have plenty of time to make it up to me,” he grinned. “Though you don’t need to. I enjoyed that a lot.” He smirked. “A lot.” Our eyes met for a moment. It felt like electricity was running through my whole body. “You ready to sleep?” he asked at last, breaking eye contact.

“Yes,” I breathed. Reluctantly, I got up and slipped into a pair of underwear and a night dress. Ryan grabbed his boxers. I couldn’t help but notice he was hard again as he dropped his towel. Or maybe he was still hard? I wanted to do something about it, but I was so bone tired now. My whole body still thrummed with pleasure. He climbed into my bed with a yawn. I locked the door and turned off the lights and slipped in next to him. He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around me. I nuzzled my  head up under his chin and hooked one of my legs over his legs. Exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.