But your best friend is always ditching you to go screw his girlfriend somewhere. The two of them can’t keep their hands off one another! Tonight, he leaves you mid-sleepover, to go get his dick wet. Of course, when his mom finds you alone, she’s annoyed at him, ditching you like that.
"Now that I have you alone, though," she says, sitting down on the bed next to you, "I did want to ask you some things. About him, and that girlfriend of his. Would you mind?" she’s leaning towards you, the cleavage spilling out of her tight, low-cut shirt. You try not to stare, but frankly, its futile. You’re pretty sure she can tell, but you’re equally sure she doesn’t mind the staring.
"You know," she sighs, "I know he’s having sex. I just don’t know if he’s being safe. I don’t know what the state of your sex ed is! Actually, if you ever had any questions," she purrs, "I’d be happy to answer them." Your cock stiffens in your pajamas and you try to shift yourself and hide it. But there’s no use. You may not ever use it, but your cock is, you know, huge. Thick, hard, and pointing right at the very object of your desire.
She’s onto you, but she doesn’t seem upset about it. She seems…interested. She’s moved closer, and her hand is moving up from your knee, to your thigh, and now…well, by now, you’re in a position that would be very, very difficult to explain to your friend!
