“Let the fun begin,” Shannon said as she held the front door open for her boyfriend. In his hands, Trevor held a bottle of Baileys and a shopping bag containing vanilla ice cream and whipped cream. Shannon had dictated the shopping list to him. While we were waiting for him to arrive, we debated what kinds of looks he got at the store. There was already beer waiting for him in the fridge.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I said with lots of sarcasm. He was hot, with the bad boy next-door looks, but I would never do anything like that to Shannon. Not only was she one of my best friends, but also, she and Trevor were well on their way to getting married after she finished school.

She thanked him for the delivery with a kiss. I thanked him with words, then followed her into the kitchen. A short time later, we were watching guilty pleasure reality television in the living room; he had a beer, and we had ice cream topped with liqueur. That was followed by glass after glass of Baileys topped with whipped cream.

We were at her aunt’s house, which Shannon was technically house-sitting for. I was staying the night to help her. At least, that’s what she told her aunt, and I told my parents. What I was helping with, I don’t really know. All she was really doing was checking the mail and helping clean out the food in the fridge.

After the first or maybe the second glass, I was texting with my then-boyfriend. I wanted to see him, although I had already agreed not to invite him over. Shannon was nervous about too many people coming over and something getting broken or maybe one of the neighbors telling her aunt. That could’ve been bad.

Anyway, after I lost count of how many glasses I had consumed and how many cheesy dates I had watched on reality television, Shannon turned to me out of the blue. “I want to kiss you,” she said with a sensual grin that I had seen her give Trevor more than a few times before they disappeared to someplace more private.

“What?” I considered myself bisexual; I had been with another girl, but that was one of the few secrets I kept from Shannon. She knew about my slutty ways, but she didn’t know about anything I had done with any other girls. Plus, I didn’t see her like that. I just saw her as a friend, a sweet, maybe not-so-innocent friend. At least, I did before that moment.

“I want to see what it would be like,” she said.

Before I had a chance to even think of a response, she was moving her lips closer to mine. We smiled at each other, a silly grin.

She closed her eyes.

I looked past her; her boyfriend was watching. I closed my eyes.

I felt her soft lips touch mine. Just the touch was a mix of pure bliss and erotic energy. Was this really happening? How far was it going to go?

We softly kissed, then both of us opened our eyes. “I want to do that again,” she said with a giggle.

“Me too,” I said as my grin grew even larger.

We kissed again, another quick peck. Then we closed our eyes, and our lips met for a longer kiss. Her lips tasted like a mixture of the Baileys and her strawberry lipstick. I felt my horniness start to multiply.

The soft kisses quickly turned into something far more sensual. Never in a million years did I think I would be making out with Shannon, but now that we had started, I never wanted to stop.

I took off my glasses. She scooted closer to me on the sofa. The room started to get much hotter.

Her hands were in my hair, then on my neck, then cupping my full breasts. Her touch was gentle but firm.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she said as she caressed me.

I felt like I might melt into the sofa.

As we continued to make out, I put my hands on her sides, then into her shirt. I moved up until I felt the sheer fabric of her bralette and took her smaller, perky breasts into my hands. My heart was pounding a million miles a minute. I was nervous but so excited.

A minute or two later, she took my hand, which had returned to her side, and put it on her leg.

“Would you, um, want to go to the bedroom?” Shannon asked.

“To do what?” I said with the sarcastic tone we often used with each other.

“I think you know what,” she replied.

“Him too?” I asked, not sure how she would react, but hoping for a yes.

“If you’d be open to that,” she said, her words making my legs weak.

“Sure,” I said.

She took my hand and led me to the stairs. We didn’t make it any farther than the landing before we started kissing. She kissed me first, but I was the one who pressed my body against hers, my curvy, full-figured body against her lean, athletic body.

We made out until her boyfriend started to walk up the stairs. We followed, eventually sprinting past him.

I’d slept in the spare bedroom the previous night, but she led me toward the master bedroom.

There, we quickly took off each other’s clothes while her boyfriend supervised. She made it a show for him, and I joined along in the fun.

We took everything off except our bras and underwear. Both of us were wearing bralettes, hers black and mostly sheer, mine orange and mostly lace. Both had been bought at the same lingerie store during a shopping trip at the mall a few months earlier. Had she been imagining seeing the set I bought on me in a situation like this? I’d seen her in the set she was wearing before. In fact, I’d seen her naked more than a few times, but this felt very different.

On her phone, she put on chill electronic music, which connected to Bluetooth speakers that filled the room with sound. She danced her way to the bed, shaking her ass the whole way for her boyfriend’s viewing pleasure. The alcohol made me want to do the same, but I held back. I wasn’t sure how this was going to happen or what the boundaries were.

On the bed, we kissed more. It didn’t feel like I was kissing my best friend anymore. It felt like I was kissing a lover. There were still playful smiles, our usual giggles, even tickling, but it all felt much more erotic. Her sucking on my fingers was something we had never done before. Her licking between my fingers made me even wetter.

There was more kissing and more fondling. Her boyfriend moved closer and massaged her between her legs while looking at me.

He undressed and I couldn’t stop myself from looking. He had a tan, toned, muscular body. I was jealous that Shannon got to have sex with him all the time. He took everything off except for his dark blue boxer briefs. The large bulge in them was unmistakable.

He had his eyes on me again as he lay down on the bed. He was on his back with his legs open. It felt like this was her fantasy come true, but it looked like his. Either way, I was glad to be a part of it.

She leaned forward and reached her hands out to touch that large bulge. She rubbed and caressed his hardness through the fabric. I followed her, rubbing his bare inner thigh first. When Shannon didn’t stop me or show any signs of objection, I joined in and massaged his hard shaft. I squeezed him gently in my hand, feeling his size as I stroked him up and down.

It was a fantasy come true for me too. We took turns massaging and stroking him, often working together. The way he looked at her, and the way she looked back, felt so erotic, so connected. It made me worry less about upsetting my best friend.

While she got up to take another sip from her drink, he asked me, “Should I take them off?”

I looked towards her, and she nodded her head yes. I helped him take off his underwear, and got my first look at his cock. He was on the large side and extra thick. I was again jealous that Shannon got to feel that inside of her all the time.

I was surprised when Trevor leaned forward to kiss me. I didn’t pull away and took his lips. They were stronger, of course, more masculine than hers, but just as sensual. It made me jealous of all the amazing sex they were probably having all the time.

We made out as his girlfriend watched. She watched as he kissed my cleavage and showed no signs of being jealous. I tried to keep my hands to myself, but I couldn’t resist taking his erection into my hands. I stroked him as we kissed.

“Suck his cock,” Shannon said.

I looked at her, wondering if she was sure.

“Do it,” she said.

As I leaned forward, she climbed back onto the bed. She kneeled next to him. As I kissed the tip of his cock, I saw out of the corner of my eye his hands between her legs. Both of their fantasies?

I got on my belly and started to work his cock with both my hand and mouth. I sucked on the tip while he slid his fingers into her underwear.

She didn’t stay next to him for long. She was soon on her belly next to me, with his cock in between us. We both licked his shaft, and then she kissed me again. We alternated between kissing, licking, and sucking. It was unreal to see her sucking a cock inches away from me. It was just as unreal to have her right next to me as I was giving her boyfriend head.

He took off her bra, and I sat up to do the same, but before I could, she took off my panties. There were no barriers anymore. Even with the bralette on, I felt completely naked.

As I worked her boyfriend’s cock with my mouth, she fingered me. I was no longer just wet; I was soaked. Her fingers slid easily through my wetness.

She soon left my side and positioned herself behind me, between my legs. I felt like their sex toy, there for his pleasure and her amusement.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Shannon said after she started fingering me.

“Mmm, yes.” I couldn’t say more with her boyfriend’s cock in my mouth.

“Do you want Trev to fuck you?” Shannon asked a minute or two later.

“Oh my god, yes!” I answered with a big grin. I didn’t hesitate. I wasn’t worried about any repercussions. I needed to be filled by him. Her fingers felt so good. She knew exactly how to create sensual pleasure within me, but I needed to be filled.

A split second later, he was moving to where his girlfriend had been on the bed. He was behind me with his hard cock pressed against my lips.

There was no hesitation with him either; he pushed his cock into my wetness and began to open me. He pushed until his entire cock was inside of me. Never in a million years did I think I would be fucking her boyfriend. Sure, I had fantasies about it. He was fucking hot and looked like a movie star, but never did I think the fantasies would become real.

He held onto my ass cheeks as he began to give me long, deep thrusts. Each thrust made my breathing harder. I started to moan. His cock filled my body with pleasure.

Unfortunately, we didn’t get too far before he pulled out. He didn’t say it, but I think Shannon and I both knew this was all too much for him. He needed a break. He was too close to the edge. He wasn’t ready to orgasm yet. It made me feel so sexy.

“Roll over,” Shannon said in a playful way, trying to sound like a Dom.

“It would be my pleasure,” I said and rolled onto my back.

She climbed on top of me. It felt unreal to have her body on top of mine. It felt even unreal to feel her lips touch mine. We kissed, then she licked her way down my body. She paused only to playfully motorboat my breasts… yeah, it was still the fun-filled Shannon that I knew.

She was about to lick between my wet lips when her boyfriend interrupted it. “I have a better idea,” he said.

We both gave him dirty looks, wondering why he was talking.

“Shannon, turn around and put your body on hers,” he said.

We again both looked at him, this time confused.

“Sixty-nine,” he said, and we both got it.

“That sounds like fun,” I said.

She took off her underwear, then turned around and positioned herself on top of me with her bare pussy right in front of my face. I couldn’t wait to pleasure her.

I ran my tongue between her lips. She was just as wet or wetter than I felt. She tasted sweet, with a distinctly salty flavor.

Seconds later, she was tasting me, and I found it impossible to do anything other than moan. It took me a moment or two to regain my senses before I could return my tongue to her pussy.

She buried her face between my legs. Her licks were quick and strong. I was slower, exploring her wetness and her clit. Both directions led to moaning. I didn’t think that she had ever been with another girl, but the way she went down on me made me think that I wasn’t her first. She never said she had, at least, but we never exactly had a conversation where that would’ve been a topic. My sweet and innocent best friend wasn’t seeming so sweet and innocent anymore.

From underneath, it was a little awkward to give her the oral pleasure that I wanted to do to her. She was moaning, but I wanted to do more than just make her moan.

She, on the other hand, was doing far more than just making me moan. I was squirming. My body was filling with pleasure and ready to explode. She started to finger me, and it was too much. Or maybe it was him fingering me. I closed my eyes.

I let out a loud scream as my head fell back. My body went tight and then started to shake. Someone pushed their fingers deep into my cunt, and my orgasm exploded within me.

A powerful, mind-blowing orgasm that lasted at least a minute or two. My body felt completely satisfied, but we were far from done.