I had a serious problem. My panties were still under Amanda’s dad’s desk. There was nothing I could do about it now, though. I had to act cool, as if I deliberately left my panties off. But why? Would Amanda catch on. Sigh. I had to answer her. Why wasn’t I wearing any panties under my skirt?
“Um, to answer your question, maybe I was feeling a bit frisky,” I gave her a wink. “Actually, I was just beginning to play with myself when I saw you and your mom drive up from across the street. So there!” I stuck my tongue out and we both started to laugh.
“Well how far did you get?” Amanda asked, curiously.
“Not far. Enough to be excited and wet.” I moved closer to her on the bed, “But I didn’t cum,” I paused, “yet.”
Amanda put a hand on my thigh and moved even closer to me. She looked me in the eyes, her striking blue eyes were seductive. “Do you want to?” With that, she leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. This took me by surprise but her lips were nice. I didn’t push her away. Instead, I turned my body to face her as our lips locked. She slipped her tongue into my mouth and squeezed my breasts through my top. It felt so good and even naughtier than letting her dad fuck me. Maybe it was because I was about to have sex with two people in the same family in one day. So forbidden, so hot. I’ve never looked at Amanda as a lover, just my best friend. Lately though, we have both been curious with our sexuality. Amanda told me that not long ago she went on a date with a girl and had a super hot make out session. It didn’t go farther than that. I was surprised and intrigued all at the same time. And now, Amanda, the daughter of the man that just fucked me in his library, had seduced me. I couldn’t stop now. Especially since I teased her by having no panties on. A consequence of fucking her father, no doubt. But I embraced it. And enjoyed it.
I broke our kiss and sexily slipped out of my top. She did the same. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her boobs aren’t as big as mine and she can get away without one. Although, they are still quite nice. Nice and round and perky. I touched them for the first time. She moaned and pulled me down on top of her as she fell onto the bed, on her back. I kissed her lips and we made out some more. I stopped and straddled her, still wearing my skirt, sans panties. I reached around and unhooked my bra. I tossed it aside. My bra was now on Amanda’s floor, and my panties were in her dad’s study. So fucking hot. She sat up, with me still straddling, just far enough to take one of my breasts into her mouth. She wrapped her cherry lips around my nipple and began to play. She sucked, softly, and then harder. She bit me and it felt good and hurt all at the same time. “I want to taste something else,” she said with a smile. “Straddle my face, please.”
The way she said it made me even wetter. I spun around and spread my legs, straddling her face reverse cowgirl. I bent down, and kissed around the top edge of her low rise jeans. I unbuttoned them as she wasted no time licking me. Her tongue entered me as I was pushing down her jeans. “Kick these off,” I shouted as I pushed them as far as I could without changing positions. With a bit of effort she was able to wiggle free from the denim. I slid her panties to one side and teased her sweet lips with mine. It was the first time I had ever tasted a girl. Just thirty minutes earlier I was under her dad’s desk, giving a better blowjob than his wife ever could, and now I was 69ing with his daughter! That’s what ran through my mind and made me even wetter. That’s when I slipped a finger inside my best friend.
I sat up a little and moved my finger in and out of her. I picked up speed little by little. Amanda’s head fell back onto the pillow, she was done licking me for now. She laid back and let me finger fuck her. “Harder,” she said. I obeyed and slid a second finger inside her. “Fuck yes that feels so good Em. Don’t stop.” I fingered her faster and faster. When I put a third finger in she let out a scream and quickly caught herself. My hand moved faster still. Three fingers all the way in and nearly all the way out. Over and over I fucked her pussy with my hand. She began to shake. “Don’t fucking stop. I’m about to cum,” she said above a whisper. Her hands reached out and grabbed the sides of the bed. She held back another scream, her body sat itself up and then she slammed back down. Her spasms were sexy as fuck. Finally she stopped. “Holy fuck that felt good,” she said in between laboring breaths. “I can barely fucking breathe.”
Now was my chance. I had to get down there and get my panties. I was fine if Mr. Thompson found them, but if Amanda found them, or his wife. Fuck, if his wife found them what would she think. Would she think they were Amanda’s? That would be terrible. “Want a drink?” I asked. “I am so thirsty.” Amanda still could barely talk but she was able to nod her head yes. “I’ll be right back, don’t you move baby,” I gave her a wink. She smiled and laid back on the bed, exhausted from her orgasm.
I scampered down the stairs. I saw Mrs. Thompson exiting the study with two books as I made my way to the kitchen. “Hi,” I said, trying to be cool but somehow felt I was shaking and oozing with nervousness.
“Hey Emily, what are you two up to today?” she asked.
“Oh just catching up on cheer stuff since I missed earlier,” I lied as I opened the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water.
“I’m glad you two are such good friends. It’s nice to have a best friend that can be there. You two are lucky to have that bond. I’m going to enjoy some reading on the patio, the temperature is finally not steaming hot. January in Texas,” she laughed and walked away.
“Bye Mrs. Thompson,” I said as I shut the fridge.
“Oh, we are going out for dinner later, you are welcome to come,” she said as she turned around.
Oh shit. What does she know? Am I being paranoid? No, she’s asked me to have dinner with them countless times.
“Let me see what my mom has going on and I’ll let ya know.”
“Sure, no biggie,” she smiled and went outside.
I waited a few seconds and went into the study. I walked around the desk, and I saw nothing but the bare wood floor that matched the rest of the room. “Fuck fuck fuck,” I thought to myself. What now? Click here to continue.
–Emily
Did this forbidden tale have you wanting more? Click the image to read a tale based loosely on my own Bachelorette Party. Spoiler: I was really, really bad!
Part 2 to my Bachelorette Sex Party Book. Just how bad did we get? Open to find out!
