"I'm not angry" she says. She gets up off the floor and sits back on her bed.
You breath a sigh of relief and sit on the bed next to her.
"I planned the whole thing. I wasn't really drunk that night. I only pretended. We had been friends for ages and I wanted to know if you wanted more and if you found me attractive. I certainly got the answer that night!"
You watch her intently as she recounts the story.
"I knew since the party was at your house that you'd let me stay over and carry me up to bed . I wanted to see what else you would do. When you began to remove my top and skirt, I got so wet, that I'd thought I might have given the game away. I had my eyes open slightly and when you dropped your pants and I saw your throbbing cock, I had to bite my lip to prevent me gasping. Then I saw you stroking yourself before leaving the room. I was so horny that when you left, I had to put my hand in my panties and finger myself."
She takes your hand and says "I've thought about that night many times and all the naughty things I wanted you to do to me."
She lies back "What I really wanted you to do was..." |