The Mind Flip

I needn't have worried. I could feel his dick alert and pressing into me. His eyes met mine for a moment, and then he lifted me off my feet. He kissed me hungrily as I wrapped my slim legs around his waist, and he carried me down the stairs, treading carefully so as not to slip and fall. We turned the corner into his room, and he threw me onto the bed, barely waiting to kick the door shut behind us.

"Dammit, Sam, there's something even more totally fucking hot about you today. And I don't care what it is."

I could barely believe what was happening, as he leapt on me and began to kiss and lick down my neck, nibbling the lobe of my ear, and slipping his hands beneath my tank top. Letting out a little moan as the feelings overtook me, I pulled up the bottom of it, as if to say, please get these clothes off me.

Silently he obeyed, pulling the material up, over my head, as I lifted my back slightly to ease its passage, and then slipped his hand behind to the catch of my black lacy bra. I pulled that off myself, and Joe fell to sucking and licking my nipples, now flicking them lightly with his tongue, now circling the areolas, now biting, as I responded to every touch of his mouth by squirming and moaning.

I begged him. "Please, Joe, I'm so wet... I need you inside..." and it was true. Whatever I knew about women and foreplay, all I knew now was that somehow I was wet, dripping wet, and aching for something to fill my void. I had never felt like this before, as a man, never needed release so much. The licks and pinches continued to drive me wild, and I clawed my best friend's chest, trying desperately to get a hold of the tops of his jeans.

Frantic, I caught the top button and tried to shift it, but Joe stopped, grinned, pulled back, and undid them himself, dropping his jeans and pants to the floor and revealing his huge cock, erect and dripping precum, waiting to enter me. I tried to find and pull down my panties, but he did that for me too. His bare, hairy legs rested against my knee-boots as he leaned over me again and looked into my eyes, as though he could sense who was really in there.