The fun of fantasizing about your best friend's boyfriend; I didn't really have one I could have traded, but that never stopped me writing.I opened the door. There Scott was. He smiled and held out his hands, inviting me in. I entered, hesitantly.
Marie and I had arranged this as a birthday treat for both her and Scott. "A fair exchange is no robbery," to quote Robert Heinlein, and we arranged the times so that just about now Marie was in bed with my boyfriend John. But as willing as I was to screw Scott, I was still nervous.
Before I had a chance to say anything but "Hi," Scott pulled me to him and kissed me. We pressed against each other and my hands slid down his back until they were on his ass. We broke off and he started unbuttoning my shirt; I undid my jeans and let the clothes fall to the floor, while we got rid of his battered Aerosmith t-shirt and bike shorts. He hadn't bothered with underwear, and he made short work of my bra and panties.
Naked, we kissed again and his hands roamed all over my body, pinching my nipples, playing with my pubic hair, and ending up with a finger on my clit. I reached for his cock and fingered him for a few seconds, then dropped to my knees and started to lick him. When he was quite hard, I pulled back -- much as I wanted him to come in my mouth, the rest of me wanted him more.
I stood up and backed toward the bedroom from where we stood in the middle of the living room, beckoning him to follow. In the bedroom, I reclined on the bed and spread my legs as wide as I could. Scott smiled when he saw me and quickly lowered himself onto me. I was so wet that it didn't take much effort for him to thrust himself inside me. We fucked until both of us came and then lay there, exhausted. Eventually we separated but stayed in bed lying next to each other, satisfied.
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