Naughty Things That Come To Mind

Just Friends

My friend. Just friends. "Just friends" he whispers just before our lips crash together. I feel thousands of sparks fly everywhere. Yes, I like him a lot, but his heart belongs to another; we fuck and stuff but only to take his mind off the girl who constantly breaks his heart. I know it's pathetic of me to let him use me, although none of that is on my mind as he slips off my shirt and starts to kiss me again while undoing my bra. We stand there and slowly undress each other while gently making out. It seems nice and gentle at first as always, but he's rough when he's upset. I taste the alcohol and cigarette on his tongue, and smell that intoxicating scent that can only identify as him. We are completely naked now as he lays me down and spreads my legs, looking down at me hungrily. I look up at him in anticipation before feeling him finally slide into me forcefully, immediately thrusting hard and fast.
Our moans harmonize throughout the four walls of his bedroom. I'm glad his parents aren't home. The pleasure is getting to me and I wrap my legs around his waist while making scratch marks on his back that he enjoys, only to show her and make her jealous. He leans down to peck my lips before starting to kiss, lick and suck on my neck. I like to think that he does this to show everyone else that I'm his, but not his at the same time. I'm his at this moment and he's mine.
His thrusts get harder and sloppier, showing that he's close. I realize that he never put on a condom. He likes to feel all of me. We reach our climaxes, and I feel his warmth erupt inside me "Just friends" he whispers again "Just friends" I repeat after him.