My Best Friend Ivy

“Hey Sam! I’m so glad you could come over!” Ivy answered the door as soon as I knocked, her breasts bouncing in the thin pajama shirt she was wearing.

“Thanks for having me,” I answered, cursing my brain as my best friend let me into her house. This was the girl I had known for so long, someone I should not be having these kinds of thoughts about.

“I’ve got the popcorn and movies all set up, just like the old times,” Ivy called back to me as she led me down the stairs to her large basement that served as a movie and game room.

“It’s been so long since we did this, I’m glad we are,” I grinned, “What movie are we going to start with?”

But I didn’t hear Ivy’s reply. I was too focused on the way her ass pressed against the thin fabric of her pajama shorts. I could see the lace outline of her red thong. And the way her curves moved and rubbed against each other. My face felt hot as I imagined pulling those white shorts off, rubbing my cock against each of those soft curves before making my best friend scream with pleasure. Little did I know, Ivy was sneakily thinking the same thing.

It wasn’t until the first movie was over, both of us snuggled underneath blankets and full of popcorn, that Ivy began to make her move. At first, I thought I was going crazy, reading into things that weren’t actually there because of how insanely horny Ivy made me. She got up and stretched, her soft stomach poking out from underneath her shirt, making my cock twitch.

“Do you want to watch another movie?” she asked innocently, glancing down at me as I fluffed the blankets on my lap.

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded, “This is fun.” And it was. Even without all the sexual tension, I loved reconnecting with someone so dear to me, just relaxing and hanging out the way we used to. But, the snuggling had never made me feel this way when we used to have movie nights. And her gorgeous brown eyes hadn’t caught my heart in my throat the way they were now. Ivy gave me a mischievous smile. I wasn’t sure why, but she sat back down, snuggling closer to me, and browsed until we found a movie neither of us had seen.

As it played, Ivy rested her head on my shoulder, my breath catching in my throat as the smell of her vanilla and lavender shampoo wafted to my nose. A couple moments later, Ivy gave a happy sigh, smiled up at me, and kissed my cheek. I felt my face go bright red immediately.

“I think I know what you want, but tell me if you don’t,” she whispered into my ear, kissing my cheek again, “You’re my best friend and I don’t want to mess this up.”

I wanted to answer Ivy, but I couldn’t find the words. My cock was steadily rising as she kissed my cheek, then my ear, and then moved further down my neck.

“Sam?” she asked, her voice tiny as she sucked on my neck, “Do you feel the way I feel about you?”

“Yes,” I answered, my voice shockingly gravely as I finally found some words, “Yes, Ivy, I want this,” I turned to her and held her face close to mine. I looked at those hopeful dark eyes once more before kissing her. As soon as our lips touched, my heart began to pound and my cock stood completely up, tenting the blanket. Her mouth was as soft as she was and she made tiny noises as our tongues began to play with one another. I began rubbing her shoulder and upper arm, before moving my way to her perky nipples. I felt Ivy gasp as I began to grope her boob, first by enjoying the warmth of all of it, then by moving my hand to play with her nipple.

“I like that,” Ivy whispered as I began to squeeze her nipple softly.

“Good,” I whispered back. As I continued to feel my best friend up, I slipped my hand underneath her shirt, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of her breasts with no fabric getting in my way. Ivy broke away from our making out to look at the tenting at my crotch, and, for a moment, I felt self conscious. Until I saw the smile on her face. She turned back to continue kissing me, my hand moving to her other boob and roaming further to her stomach and the waistband of her shorts. Ivy shifted to get closer to me, then reached her hand to my cock. I almost came in my pants as I felt her grip my shaft. She began to jack me off over my pants and I felt precum build on my head and spill into my boxers.

I followed suit and reached further down her shorts, finding her lacy red thong that I had seen earlier. I pushed past that as well and was greeted by her wet pussy, warm and willing. The thought that I had made Ivy so wet, that my best friend wanted me as much as I wanted her, and was currently jacking me off during one of our movie nights, made me hornier than ever.

“Ivy,” I whispered against her soft lips, “If you keep jacking me off like this, I’m going to cum in my pants.”

Ivy pulled away and smiled at me, our hands still on each other’s genitals, “You really like me that much?” she asked happily.

“I like you so much. I have for so long,” I nodded, “Do you like me?”

“Oh, I like you very much, Sam,” Ivy said breathlessly, “But I don’t want you to cum in your pants.”

She pulled my hand out of her shorts and I felt disappointed, sure that that was enough for Ivy, perhaps that I had even scared her away by talking about me cumming. But then, she stood up and pulled her shorts and thong down. I felt my heart pound against my chest as her pussy, with its curled hair, wet with her own juice, was in full view for me. I was sure I was going to cum then and there but I let Ivy continue, wishing that this night would never end. Ivy pulled the blanket off of me, pushing my cock down before it came back up against my pajama pants, and with the same effortless movement, she pulled down my pants and boxers at the same time. The cold air and my sudden nakedness made me gasp.

“Mmm,” Ivy responded to my gasping, her eyes taking in my cock and balls, heavy with cum that I wanted to spray on her face or in her tight pussy that I couldn’t stop looking at.

“Let’s have you come somewhere else,” Ivy looked at me, that same mischievous smile playing on her lips. She straddled me and began rubbing her pussy on my erect cock, her juice coating my head and shaft easily.

“Ivy,” I whispered, not knowing what to say, only knowing that I was experiencing something that I had only thought would be a secret, perverse fantasy for the rest of my life. After all, what kind of person fantasizes about their best friend?

“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” Ivy whispered back to me. We both groaned as, after positioning her entrance against my head, Ivy began to push down, each inch of my cock beginning to bury into her. Ivy sat down completely, her head thrown back as she tried to get used to the girth of my thick cock. I loved seeing my best friend on me, her nipples poking through her shirt, her mouth half open and eyes glazed.

I put my hands on her hips and began to thrust, softly at first, and then getting harder and faster as Ivy begged me to. As my best friend and I made love, the movie completely forgotten, I relished every moment of her perfect body and the way she made me feel.

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