There's only one thing better than fucking a naked girl: fucking a half-naked one — just enough clothes left on to cover the strategic spots, making the whole tease way hotter than full nudity. And watching Naomi's small but perky breasts bounce under her tank top as she rides my dick is honestly a sight nothing else can compare to.
«F-Fuck, Jace… it feels even bigger when it's inside…» she gasps, her voice laced with a faint hint of pain — clearly she isn't used to something like this.
Her left hand is pressed against my stomach for balance, while the other holds the Dutch weed joint.
«I was thinking… you know what would look even better between those pretty lips of yours? My dick,» I grin.
She shoots me a suspicious, annoyed glare.
«You're only saying that because you want me to pass you the joint, right? Asshole, you already smoked your share! This one's mine!»
Shit, she caught me… nothing ever slips past Naomi! But it makes sense — she's literally my female copy.
Well… my female copy who does like dick. And damn, does she love it — at least, mine.
Back in our first year at Ordrienne High, when she and I first met, Naomi was dating some guy, and before him she'd dated another one. But judging from the rumors her exes spread about her, in bed she was basically a corpse. No passion, no enthusiasm — absolutely nothing.
She even earned the nickname "inflatable doll".
That was also one of the reasons I always suspected she was a lesbian — it would've perfectly explained why she felt nothing when fucking guys. But now I can say with absolute certainty that no, Naomi is neither frigid nor lesbian.
Her exes were the useless ones, because all it took was a taste of my dick to turn her into the biggest nymphomaniac I've ever seen.
Insatiable and tireless.
«J-Jace… tell me the truth… you and your stepmom are fucking, right…?» Naomi moans, breathless by pleasure.
«W-What kind of fucked-up question is that?»
Naomi and I have never kept anything from each other over the years — except for one thing: this.
Not that I'd really care if she found out I'm screwing my stepmom — she already knows I've slept with plenty of my classmates' mothers, so what difference would it make if one of those mothers happened to be mine? None, I guess. But Veronica has been crystal clear since the very first time: whatever happens between her and me stays a secret. And I get it.
I'm not her biological son, but legally I might as well be — and if word ever got out that the U.S. branch director of one of the biggest pharmaceutical companies in the world is fucking her stepson… yeah, her career would be over, not to mention the legal shitstorm.
«S-Stop bullshitting me, Jace… aaah… it's obvious you fuck her. Otherwise she wouldn't be so obsessed with you… aaah… she only lets you sleep over at my place because she thinks I'm a lesbian… I'm sure that even though she knows we're best friends, if I told her we slept together, she'd never let you stay at my house again… and it's not fair!»
And well… Naomi isn't entirely wrong.
I'm not stupid — Veronica's obsession with me is so obvious that even Naomi noticed it.
But the truth is… Veronica's possessiveness toward me is nothing compared to mine toward her.
I ever found out she was hitting on another guy… honestly, I don't even know how I'd react. But one thing's certain: I'd make damn sure the idea of even looking at her, not even in a picture, never crossed his mind again.
Ridiculous, right? I stick my dick into any pussy that crosses my path, and yet I get irritated if I see her talking to another man. I'm hypocrisy made flesh, but that's just how I am — I can't help it.
«J-Jace, I told you to tell me the tru— aaaaaah…»
Luckily, her orgasm cuts the question short before she can finish it.
She hesitates for a moment, probably shocked by the intensity. She catches her breath, then starts moving her hips again, even faster than before, while my still-hard dick keeps doing an excellent job.
Forget inflatable doll — I was basically the inflatable doll this time, not her — completely at her mercy.
And then, the sweetest words I've ever heard come out of her mouth: «J-Jace, if you want… come inside… I'm on the pill anyway…»
Words I definitely don't need to hear twice — they trigger me, and a second later I'm exploding inside her, filling her up with a thick load.
Aaaaah… what a relief.
Cumming inside Naomi was the weirdest feeling ever — but fuck, I'd do it again a hundred times!
«Jace, I guess this goes without saying, but… you're not about to start with the whole 'I love you, let's date now because we fucked' thing, right?» Naomi grumbles as she uses her tongue to clean my still-throbbing tip, catching the last drops of cum leaking out.
«Yeah, you'd love that, wouldn't you?» I tease, amused, running my fingers through her hair.
«I'm serious, Jace. I don't want our friendship getting ruined because one of us misunderstands what this was — just a simple fuck between friends,» she murmurs, oddly melancholic, like she's hiding something from me.
«Naomi, is there something you need to tell me?» I press, a bit worried by her sudden shift in mood.
But she just shakes her head in the most unconvincing way possible.
God, Naomi … what the hell are you hiding from me now?