Stella broke the gaze that her and Michael had been sharing for several minutes. She looked at her hands, her fingers intertwined as a smile spread across her face. "What?" he asked her, pulling her hands apart and taking one of them in his own. She looked to him for an explanation, but all she got was a smirk.
She thought back to the first time she had been in this position. She was only fifteen and had found her way into the hands of an irresponsible eighteen year old. She was intoxicated by the look he gave her and the high he provided. She didn't know what she was doing, but she learned.
Snapping back into real time, Stella realized what was happening and how it couldn't be that bad. "He's your friend. You like him. He seems to like you. What's the harm in this?" she thought, her expression forming into that of an experienced woman.
She let go of his hand and positioned herself above him, her legs on either side of his body. Without hesitation, she removed her shirt, leaving her top bare, other than the black bra she had on. He was on his back staring up at her, admiring the way she looked. She grabbed his hand and placed it on top of her right breast, her head rolling back at his tender touch.
His fingers trailed down the side of her covered boob, as his index reached inside her bra and tugged lightly. She nodded, her bottom lip between her teeth as he removed it. It fell atop his torso as he got a full glimpse of the breasts he'd wanted to see for as long as he could remember. "You're damn beautiful," he muttered under his breath, making sure to make eye contact, not wanting her to think he only wanted her body.
She giggled seductively and tugged at his shirt, silently asking for it to be shed. He lifted the top half of his body as they aided one another in removal of his tattered t shirt he refused to part with. He grabbed at the hem of her pajama pants she always kept in a drawer in his room for nights like this one, when she had planned on staying. She helped him remove his pants as he did hers, and soon, they were in nothing but their underwear.
His left hand found its way to her ass, which he gave a demanding squeeze, "You don't know how long I've waited to do that," he said, already breathless. She smirked and leaned down. Their lips touched lightly, then, all at once, they crashed together. Neither of them knew how long the kiss lasted. Stella assumed more than a minute. She thought he was an excellent kisser, his dark pink lips moving in the perfect manner, causing chills to run up and down her spine.
Her hips began to rub against his as she sped up the process. He moaned into her mouth as she felt him getting harder. He took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged as both of them opened their eyes and stared into one another's.
Michael suddenly grabbed her forearms and somehow flipped their positioning, putting him on top and Stella below him. He took his right hand and placed it on top of her panties, right above her clit. He rubbed in heavy, rough circles. Stella closed her eyes as her mouth opened slightly. "You're so fucking hot," he said, gritting his teeth.
His fingers pulled away from Stella as her eyes shot open as if he'd betrayed her. "I'm not done, kitten." His head gravitated toward her hips as he kissed her hipbones and lightly nibbled her inner thighs. "Michael," she breathed. He laughed deeply into her left thigh before kissing her straight on her heat.
His hand trailed into her underwear and found her sweet spot. Her back arched as he rubbed once more, "You're so fucking wet," he said before pushing her panties to the side and bringing his mouth to her clit, flicking his tongue on it.
She pulled his head from her by his hair. He looked at her confused, but she coaxed him onto her, "Fuck me, Mikey," she said, never breaking eye contact. He smiled, climbing to where his body was parallel to hers. Removing his boxers, he rubbed his dick a few times before pushing inside of her. She gasped as he halted for a moment, allowing her to adjust to him, before thrusting roughly into her.
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Stella woke up nuzzled into Michael's chest. He was shirtless, however she was sporting his old tee. She was confused at first, then the stinging memories of the night prior crept into her head. "Oh my god," she thought, "I've just fucked my best friend."
