A Sexy Girls’ Night Out
Kyra knows how to bring out my adventurous side.
I cuss when the doorbell rings. I’m already set for a night of bad movies and snacks, wearing only pajama shorts and a thin camisole. I’m in no state to socialize. But when I look through the peephole, I smile. It’s my lovely friend Kyra, the one that never allows me to mope in peace. I can barely open the door before she is already inside.
“Hop to it, loser, we’re going dancing.”
I attempt a feeble refusal, ready to blurt an excuse about not having anything to wear, but a garment bag hanging from her arm tells me that’s not going to work.
“I was planning on watching some movies and eating popcorn. Why don’t we stick with that plan?”
Kyra lifts an eyebrow, and before I can react, she drops the bag and steps toward me, hands mimicking spider movements.
“You know what will happen if you don’t do as I say,” she singsongs. The sound sends shivers down my spine straight to my clit. I do indeed know what will happen. Kyra and I like to play, and I like it rough.
“What are you going to do? Twist my arm?” I challenge, knowing that’s not the correct answer.
“You know that’s not what I like to twist,” she says, fingers now brushing my hardening nipples through the camisole. “And I know you like it too,” she whispers in my ear as her thumbs and index fingers close over the pebbled tips, pinching them.
“You wouldn’t dare,” I gasp, all thoughts of popcorn and movies gone; I have entered the Kyra zone, where my will goes to shit.
“Try me, bitch,” she dares me, twisting my nipples hard; her lips on mine swallow my cry. I take her tongue in my mouth and suck it hard, moaning with enjoyment while she tortures my tits. “Are you going to be a good slut and do as I tell you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I concede.
“Good girl,” Kyra says, massaging my boobs lovingly. “Now, let’s get you dressed and ready.”
“Why don’t we stay in and do more of this,” I try, reaching for her tits. Is she going to leave me like this, all hot and bothered?
