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A bride-to-be learns to cum with her friend's toy.
Once at the porch she found a flight of red carpeted stairs inside that lead to the front door. She quietly ascended, almost nervous. 'Knock knock, here I come' she thought with a grin.
The door opens. The body disappears back into the bedroom which is directly across the hall. Not one for pleasantries, Charlie turned to look at her.
"What are you wearing?" she laughed.
"Fuck up, I thought it'd be nice." Their friendship wasn't exactly common. Charlie looked at the wine Mac had placed on her bedside table.
"What's that for?"
"Drinking." Mac looked unamused. So much for trying to be romantic. Obviously it wasn't ever going to be that kind of friendship.
"I don't like red wine", Charlie said plainly as she sat on the bed.
Mac shrugged and started to remove her jacket and shoes when Charlie made a move towards her. She pinned her up against the closed bedroom door, lifting her little black dress up to her navel and revealing little black French knickers underneath. Charlie's fingers slid them delicately down her smooth, slender legs and off onto the floor. Mac felt her weight double as the shock of Charlie's warm tongue sliding over her clit made her legs melt like snow drops. Definitely not one for pleasantries.
Charlie held Mac's hands against the door and let her dress fall over her head. Her lips and tongue working their way around and inside Mac's wanting cunt. Although Charlie was taller, she certainly had no issues getting comfortable on her knees. After only a short time, Mac gave out and collapsed down on top of her unlikely lover, straddling her legs and finding her lips. Charlie's where the most intense kisses she had ever felt.
They looked at each other; for a second it felt like the rest of the world could fall away and neither of them would notice. Before they had time to think too much about it, Charlie shot up and made herself busy with the DVD player.
"That was fast." Charlie scoffed as she slid a Massive Attack CD in to the disk drawer.
"You're just that good." Mac was used to her mean retorts. Sarcasm was a strong component to their relationship. It was part of their routine. She moved to the bed and lay on her side. Charlie moved over to her, manoeuvring herself behind her and kissing her bare shoulders. She slid her fingers up the inside of Mac's inner thigh, stopping where she found her wet.
"Get up," she ordered. Mac stood. "Close your eyes."
Charlie pulled a white fluffy tie from a house coat that hung over an open drawer. She placed it over Mac's eyes and tied it behind her head. Mac sighed. She'd let Charlie do anything. She'd always let her do anything. Charlie pulled Mac's arms up behind her and, with the long ends of the tie, bound her hands as far up her back as she could. Whenever she tried to move her hands down, the tie that blinded her yanked her head back. She was forced to stay still.
When her knees where kicked from under her she landed on a pillow; soft touch.
Mac found herself bent over the side of Charlie's bed, bound and blind and aching for every single touch. Charlie reached into her bedside drawer and pulled out her Rabbit. She flicked it on; the blue, see through, rubber shaft thrusting up and down with metal, rotating balls that worked on the inside. The little, soft rubber rabbit's ears vibrated loudly.
Charlie kicked Mac's legs as far apart as they would go. For a moment Mac couldn't think of anything other than that her hips may break. Not for long. Charlie moved the head of her toy to the wetness of Mac's lusting body and pushed. Hard.