7 comments/ 70477 views/ 54 favorites 7 Minutes with My BFF's Boyfriend By: lilliterotica I looked around at the chaos. I was sitting in a circle surrounded by what felt like every loud, drunk senior from my high school. Everyone of them had a drink in hand and it was starting to get rowdy. I sat relatively composed, observing the antics around me, with my back straight and my red hair pulled back tight in a high ponytail like always. I was still nursing my first beer, and I was the only remotely sober person in sight. There was a reason I didn't go to parties very often. My best friend Cara always invited me, but I usually came up with an excuse to avoid it. She was always at ease at parties like this, she was loud, outgoing, flirty, everything I was not. By the end of the night, she'd always end up in a dark corner messing around with her boyfriend Brent and I'd be left alone with no idea what to do and no one to talk to. I hadn't been to any parties in months, but Cara's begging had done me in eventually and here I was. While she had spent two hours getting into her tight dress and fixing her hair to look like some kind of model, I had laid on her bed trying to come with an excuse not to go. Cara didn't ever take no for an answer and so I had slipped on a flowy knee length skirt and a buttoned down blouse. I could never look as hot as Cara, I knew better than to even try but in my outfit I could almost imagine myself to be cute. As always ended up happening, a couple hours into the party I wished I hadn't even bothered coming. We were playing Truth or Dare which was my least favorite game ever. The first round through, I'd been asked if I was a virgin and I'd had to nod as my pale, freckled cheeks turned bright red. Everyone in the circle had laughed at my embarrassment, and I felt like a complete loser. What they didn't know, what only Cara knew was that other than Bobby in the 6th grade I'd never even been kissed. That was a fact that I would never willingly tell anybody. Other than me most of the circle had chosen dares and while the dares started out mild they got more raunchy as the game went along. When it got back to my turn I'd learned my lesson about asking embarrassing questions. I'd also taken two shots of vodka for courage. I was ready. "Dare." I knew it would be something sexual. The last three girls had had to make out with other girls. That wouldn't be too bad. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Brent lean away from Cara who he had been nuzzling and whisper something in Todd's ear, who was sitting on his other side. Todd was Brent's best friend and it was his job to come up with my dare. Todd's eyes widened at whatever Brent was saying and he looked pretty pleased with myself. "I dare you to take your shirt off for the rest of the game," he said with a shiteating grin. I froze in horror. Now I know I'm not hideous. I'm around 5'4" with pale skin, thick copper hair, and a spattering of freckles. My face is too round but my nose is delicate and I have big green eyes that are my favorite feature. What I wasn't so confident about was my body. I wasn't fat but I had more padding around my hips than I'd like. Also I'd developed DD cups in the 5th grade which still looked ridiculous on my short frame and the result was that I looked short and squat. I wasn't the type of girl to look good sitting around naked, Cara would be much better for that sort of thing. She was tall, thin, willowy with respectable B cups and not an ounce of fat on her body. I couldn't imagine letting everyone see my naked stomach while I sat next to her perfect body. My first thought was that I could refuse. I'd have to go home which was a plus, but everyone would give me shit about it for weeks. I could handle some teasing and at least I wouldn't be humiliated. Cara seemed to sense my panic and said "That's not nice Todd!" To me she added, "Molly you don't have to do that he can give you another dare." I flushed even more if that was possible. Cara meant well as always, but she treated me like a sidekick or a child. She acted like I needed to be protected, and it was probably the vodka, but I didn't want to be someone's charity case. My resolve hardened and I slipped my shirt off without a word. I did what I always did when I was uncomfortable and tried to play it off with some humor. I twirled the shirt around my and chucked it at Todd. It missed and landed between him and Brent. Everyone in the room watched shocked and then burst into surprised cheering. The boys were especially enthusiastic. I grinned and my embarrassment faded. I had not only surprised them, I'd surprised myself. I took in the reactions around me bracing myself for laughing. No one looked at me with pity or disgust. In fact I saw Todd's eyes glaze over a bit, a look I'd only ever seen when someone was staring at Cara. My grin grew even wider and I winked at him. The next turn was for Kendra and I dared her to do a body shot off of anyone in the circle. Kendra made a play of choosing, perusing the face of each eager boy before pointing directly at me. She got up on her knees and pushed me on my back. I let myself fall back and tried to suck in my tummy as all of a sudden everyone was staring directly at it. Todd handed the bottle of vodka to Kendra and she scooted forward so that she was straddling my thighs. She grinned at me and poured the vodka onto my navel. It was cold, raising goosebumps on my skin. Kendra took her time sucking it off my skin, going back over it multiple times to get every drop. The vodka was long gone but she delved her tongue into my navel one more time and I heard a couple of the guys groan at the sight. Despite myself, I found myself thinking of how good her tongue felt on my skin. When I sat up, my nipples were hard and were poking through my bra. "It was cold!" I shouted, brushing aside the boys' jokes. I glanced to the side and was surprised to see Cara's boyfriend Brent staring intently at my chest. I readjusted myself, making sure my skirt was covering my lap, my tits jiggled. His eyelids lowered and he gulped. I looked away before anyone saw me staring at him. There was no possible way that Brent was staring at me like that. Not only had he been dating my best friend for over a year, he was a high school Adonis. He was captain of the soccer team, tall, blonde and beautifully muscled. Also as I mentioned, he was dating Cara, the hottest girl in school! The truth or dare game went on and I found myself actually having fun. It was easy to abandon my prim attitude when I was sitting around topless and taking shots. I was getting drunk but I didn't seem to mind for once. I got up to refill my drink and when I came back to the circle and saw Todd placing an empty vodka bottle on the floor in the center. The game was changing to Spin the Bottle. I realized that I could put my shirt back on then, because the game was over. I thought about it but by the time I sat down I had decided that I was having too much fun with the shirt off besides everyone had already seen me like this. "Okay the rules are..." Todd was explaining everything in a theatrical voice. He seemed to enjoy being the master of games for the party. We were going to go around the circle and spin the bottle. "Whoever it lands on boy or girl," he waggled his eyebrows "has to go into the closet with you for 7 whole minutes. You have to kiss each other, but you can spend your time anyway you want" he said and mimed a blowjob. The boys all cheered and the girls groaned. Todd spun first and landed on Kendra. They went into the closet and Brent started a timer on his phone. We all laughed and chatted while they got down to business in the closet. When the 7 minutes were up Brent went down the hall and knocked on the door. A minute later the door opened and Todd and Kendra walked out lips plump and fixing their own clothes to lay flat again. They looked pleased. Everyone hooted and hollered. They sat back down and Brent placed his hand on the bottle. I couldn't be sure but I thought I saw his eyes flick to me the second before he spun it. I watched it go in circles slowing down and sliding right past Cara to land on me. I tried not to blush but failed. A very drunk Cara patted me on the back and said "Sorry Molly, you have to go." I tried not to get irked that she clearly was not jealous at all. Brent and I stood up at the same time. He hadn't complained at all about landing on me which was nice. We looked at each other as I walked past him into hallway. I slipped into the closet, and the door swung shut behind me. "We can just..." I was going to suggest that we could kiss really quickly and just chill for the rest of the seven minutes. My words were cut off however by Brent's lips. He cradled my face in his hands tenderly but his lips pressed hard against mine. I stumbled backwards against the door caught by surprise by his assault. Brent stepped forward to close the gap between our bodies, his hips pressing into mine. There was no light in the closet and I could barely see anything, I could only feel him consuming me. He pulled the straps of my bra off my shoulders and pulled the cups down freeing my breasts from their confinement. I gasped. His lips were gone from mine in a second. I thought for a second he had come to his senses. No. His hands trailed down my neck, over my collarbone and settling on my breasts. They squeezed once, then twice tentatively. "What are you doing?!?" I whispered furiously. I tried to push his hands aways but they wouldn't move. "I can't help myself," his voice was quiet but hoarse. "I need to touch your boobs. They're so perfect." I could feel myself flush and that shut me up for a second. So he had been staring at me earlier. He ran his hands down my stomach and back up cupping my breasts from underneath and pushing them up. I felt him kiss the bare skin and my eyes fluttered shut. He kissed the skin again and again switching between breasts. Then he sealed his lips around my nipple and sucked. It felt good, better than good even. I arched my back pushing my tit into his mouth even more. I could feel his fingers search out my other nipple and pinch it gently. I sighed and my hand found the back of his head. My mind screamed at me to push him away but I pulled him tighter. I felt his hand leave my breast and reappear on my thigh. It slid upwards raising my skirt higher and higher. It found my the hem of my panties and slipped below. I jumped. His fingers slid downwards running through my slit and his palm pressed against my clit, I felt his fingers curl, pressing his fingertips between my labia and his palm rocked against my clit. I almost collapsed in a pile at his feet. No one had ever touched me like this. I'd never even touched myself deeply like this. Everything was happening so fast and the pleasure ratcheting up my body didn't help me think clearly at all. I felt something brush my thigh. His head pulled away from my breast and he sucked on my earlobe making me shiver and whispered in my ear, "Please touch me Molly. I need you to touch me." I could smell the alcohol on his breath and hear the slight slurring of his words, but I didn't even question his request. My mind was way too far gone for rational thought. I ran my hand down his arm, squeezing his taut bicep. He chuckled into my neck and whispered urgently "Lower". As he said that his finger thrust slid into me even farther. I knew what he meant when he said to touch him. My hand moved of its own accord. I cupped him in his palm, his jeans obscured the shape of his penis, I only got a vague sense of it, the hard roundness of its length. I squeezed it not knowing what else to do. He moaned into my ear. I squeezed again. "Cum for me." His voice was a croak. "Cum for me Molly. Cum on my hand. Please." His begging was what undid me, the need was so pure in his voice. I couldn't believe that Brent could ever want me like that, but he obviously did. I could feel my body responding. "Oh God!" I buried my moan into his shoulder and came. The orgasm shook through me, so much better than when I masturbated that it could hardly be considered the same thing. He pulled his fingers out of me and lowered my skirt back into place. "That was..." he said sounding like he was in a trance. He slid my bra straps back onto my shoulders and I readjusted the cups so that they were back to normal. He ran his thumbs over the fabric of my bra covering my taut nipples and sighed. He gave my chest one last squeeze and then stepped back. I reached up to smooth his hair flat and he took the opportunity leaning in to kiss me. He missed kissing the corner of my mouth and making me laugh. "They're gonna know," I whispered, feeling panic rise up in my chest. "All we did was talk about Cara," he whispered. They heard the group counting down outside. "Just play along." "OW!!" He shouted and elbowed the wall, he swore eloquently. Everyone outside laughed. Brent stepped out of the door hunched over and covering his mouth, he let his t-shirt fall forward and hiding what I knew was an unsightly bulge in his pants. "I tried to kiss her cheek to follow the rules and she didn't see it coming and accidentally headbutted me." Everyone burst out laughing. "I'm gonna go get some ice." My blush seemed to confirm his story and I crossed my arms over my nipples willing them to soften and took my seat back. The rest of the game was a blur. I couldn't focus on anything but the fact that I was a terrible friend. I didn't even notice when Brent rejoined the group several minutes later, no longer hunched over. I couldn't believe what we'd done. When Brent offered to drive me home, later as the party was winding down, I shook my head saying that my older sister was coming to pick me up. It was a bluff but it worked. Luckily she was still awake and she came and got me. I lay in bed that night running over everything that had happened and feeling ashamed that just the thought of it was making me wet. My phone beeped next to me. I glanced at it and saw that Brent had texted me. I read it in shock. B: i cant stop thinking about wat happened I texted back M: as far as im concerned nothing happened My phone beeped almost immediately B: u came on my fingers B: and i just jerked off in my bed picturing your tits M: dont tell me that B: its true B: i cant stop thinking about it B: the feeling of you cumming in my arms B: the way youre perfect nipples felt in my mouth I couldn't stand it anymore. His texts were affecting me. M: cara is my best friend B: this is what happens when I think about u Attached was a grainy picture of a hard dick with a hand wrapped around the base. I gulped. I'd never seen a real penis before. B: im touching myself pretending its u B: fuck molly im sorry but u were so hot tonite I didn't respond. I didn't really know what to say. I couldn't even pretend I was mad at him, not really. My pussy ached just thinking about what we had done. I fingered myself peeking at the picture of his naked cock and thinking about him touching himself and moaning my name. I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of his touch. I came knowing that somewhere in town Brent was doing the same thing I was. The next day I expected a furious Cara to burst into my house at any moment ready to beat me to a pulp. Nothing happened. I spent the day doing homework and trying to convince myself that the previous night hadn't happened. Monday morning came too soon. I walked into AP chemistry second period and glanced back at my lab table. There he was. Brent's eyes were fixed on me. I knew he'd been watching the door waiting for me to come in. He flashed a quick smile and turned to his notebook pretending to take notes. We sat at the back of the class behind everyone's backs. Usually it meant we could slack off, but today I wanted a little less privacy than normal. He made small talk like nothing had happened. I sighed, and relief battled with disappointment. I don't know what I'd been expecting him to do in class. He hadn't said anything to me at all since the night of the party maybe he'd sobered up and come to his senses and realized that I'm not worth it. The class settled down and the teacher's silence seemed to signal that I was safe. We couldn't really talk without getting everyone's attentions. With his right hand still taking notes, or at least pretending to, his left hand slipped under the table and landed on my thigh. He rubbed it slowly moving his hand higher, until my skirt was around my waist and he was rubbing in circles and brushing the edge of my panties. I knew what was coming and I didn't stop it. He rubbed the front of my panties then slipped his fingers inside. My legs fell open slightly and he slid one finger into me pumping it in and out. Our lab equipment hid what his arm was doing from view if anyone turned around but I was still tense. His finger stopped, still inside me and he wrote something in big choppy letters on his notebook and slid it over. "UR SO WET" I blushed. I heard my name called and I jumped. Brent yanked his hand out of my panties and we both looked up at the front of the classroom. Mr. Pritchard was only asking me a question, and it was one that I knew. I answered in a mumble and began to take notes furiously. Brent wiped his fingers off on his jeans and went back to taking notes as well. The bell rang releasing the class and I shoved my stuff in my backpack and stalked out of the class. During study hall I texted him, I couldn't think about anything but what would have happened if we'd been caught. M: YOU CANT DO THAT It took him a few minutes to respond. B: i thought u liked it M: if wed been caught we would have been expelled and cara would never talk to me again B: ur right im sorry u just drive me wild M: well you cant touch me like that in public B: i wanna touch u everywhere molly M: promise me you wont do that again B: i will but i need to touch you somewhere if not chem then we need an alternative M: ill think about it B: thats all i can do is think about u By the time 6th period came around I was close to losing my mind. I couldn't pay attention in any of my classes. All I could think about was Brent. I could feel that I was still wet. The whole situation was messing with my concentration. Luckily my last period was as a TA. All I had to do was make copies and my teacher said I could go home early. I scanned my card and the copier started spitting out handouts. It was the kind that stapled them together and everything all I had to do was sit back and wait. I didn't bother turning to look when the door opened. I felt a pair of hands wrap around and cover my breasts massaging gently. I jumped and looked over my shoulder. Brent was behind me, he kissed my cheek and then trailed his lips down to my neck. I arched my chest forward which had the unintended side effect of pushing my ass against his cock. His hips pushed against mine. "You're not a TA this period." I said feeling like I was accusing him of something. "No I have history with Mrs. Hunter and she needed copies made." He cupped my pussy rubbing it through the fabric of my skirt. I turned around, breaking out embrace and kissed him pushing him against the door. I'd been thinking about him all day and like a miracle here he was. I took it as a sign. He buried his hands in my hair kissing me back. His hands worked nimbly on my shirt unbuttoning it. Before I could blink, he pulled away and stared down at my chest. His breathing was ragged. I unclasped my bra from the front and my breasts burst free. His eyes practically rolled up into his head. He lifted me up so that I was sitting on the table in the corner and kissed my breasts. He murmured while he did, telling me how perfect they were and how this is the first time he's seen them in the light. I reached down and rubbed the front of his pants. He groaned again and froze. I squeezed and rubbed. 7 Minutes with My BFF's Boyfriend "Can I unzip your pants?" I asked somehow nervous. "God yes!" I did. I slipped my hand below the hem of his boxers and wrapped my hand around his dick. His hips twitched. I squeezed. He moaned. He responded to every movement of my hand like it was a gift from God. I felt powerful and desired. I pulled my hand out and pushed his jeans down off his hips. His naked cock sprung free. I stroked his cock slowly and wondering what it would feel like I rubbed the head of his cock on the front of my panties. Brent had abandoned my breasts for the moment and was staring down where his boner was pointing directly at my pussy. My wrist was hurting because of the angle. I pushed him away and his face fell, before he could say a word I slid off the table onto my knees. I wrapped both hands around his shaft and pumped up and down. The skin was dry so I spit on my hands. I felt his hands brush my hair out of my face. I looked up sheepishly. "I don't know what to do," I admitted. He wrapped his hand tightly around mine and tightened my grip he stroked himself using my hand and it freed up my other hand to rub my clit. We didn't say much, the only sounds were of our flesh slapping against flesh. His dick was inches from my face and I could see the cum leaking from the tip. I was curious. I licked the tip. "Suck on it." His voice was pleading. I complied sucking on the head as he continued to stroke the shaft with my hand. "Oh god, Molly. I'm gonna cum." I didn't know what to do with that information but I knew I didn't want him to do it in my mouth. I pulled away. "Can I cum on your tits?" I couldn't see why not. "Yeah Brent, cum all over my chest." I remembered how hot his words had been in the closet. He groaned and his cock spurt out the white liquid in ropes onto my chest. There was a lot more of it than I'd thought there'd be. The flow slowed to a stop and I looked down at the mess he'd made all over me. The machine beeped behind me. My copies were done. I stood up on shaky legs. We managed to put me back in a semblance of order but the inside of my bra was sticky with his cum. I didn't know what to say. I could hardly keep blaming him alone for all of our trysts. I was apparently a more than willing partner. It made me want to cry, I was such a bad friend. Sensing my distress he gathered me up in his arms and rubbed my back till I had myself under control. "Uh... thanks... I guess..." He grinned and kissed me sweetly. "You're adorable Molly." He looked thoughtful for a moment and asked "Are you coming to my game tomorrow?" He looked hopeful. "Do you want me to?" I don't know why, but I wanted him to want me there. He kissed me again. "Is that a yes?" I asked. Now I was flirting with him. "That's a hell yes." I grinned all the way back to class. That night he texted me asking me how homework was going. I was surprised at how harmless the topic was and I responded saying I was bored. He replied that he could think of something fun for us to do. I said I was sure he could, but that what he was thinking of wouldn't boost my chem grade at all. B: i finished the chem homework thats due next week if u need help M: ummm YEAH that would be awesome B: im sure we could do a trade I should have known he was gonna try something dirty. I asked him what he meant. B: ill email you the hw if u send me a pic of ur boobs I laughed as I read his text. He was absolutely obsessed. I thought for a minute, doing it on my own would take me another 3 hours. If he gave me the answers I'd be done with homework for the entire night. I stripped off my shirt. He technically hadn't specified no bra, but I knew it was what he meant so I took that off too. My nipples stiffened in the cool air. I used my phone and framed myself, my stomach looked pudgy so I stood up and cocked my hip leaned forward presenting my naked chest. I smiled, and snapped a picture. I checked it to make sure I looked cute and then texted it to him and held my breath. I didn't get a text message in return. My laptop did the beep that let me knew I had an incoming skype call. I sat down and sure enough it was from Brent. I threw a sock over the webcam blocking the view of my naked torso and answered the call. It took a second for the image to load. Brent was sitting in shirtless glory at his desk, and I could see his messy room in the background. "Hi," I started. I was nervous to talk to him. "I liked your picture." He got right to the point. I smiled. "Can I see you?" "Are you alone?" I asked. He nodded his eyes dancing. I pulled the sock off the webcam and sat back with a shy smile on my face. He stared at the screen and scrubbed his hand over his face. His hand slipped below the edge of the desk and I saw his arm moving rhythmically. "Are you rubbing yourself?!" I was kind of shocked despite everything that had already happened. He grinned and nodded. "Lift your boobs up in your palms." He wanted me to put on a show for him. "That wasn't the deal Brent," I hoped he could tell I was trying to flirt. "You got your picture and now you want more?" "I want everything," he said. "But I'll settle for just more." "What's in it for me?" I asked. "A willing and devoted slave." His hips lifted off the chair and I was pretty sure he'd slipped his shorts off. "Okay, I can always use a slave." I lifted my breasts like he'd asked me to. "But I wanna watch so tilt your webcam down a bit." He reached up with his free hand and the picture tilted so that it framed him from his neck to his lap. I could see that he was completely naked and he had one hand wrapped around his dick stroking himself slowly. I leaned forward my eyes glued to the sight. He proceeded to give me directions and I complied silently. "Squeeze them together..." "Pinch your nipples..." "Say 'Touch me Brent'..." His hand moved faster the longer I touched myself. "Take off your underwear..." I did and tilted my webcam so he could see my tits and my pussy. "Touch your pussy..." "Stick your finger in..." "Finger yourself..." "Pinch your nipple still..." His instructions slowed to a stop but we kept on masturbating for each other. I moaned trying to sound like a girl from one of the few porns I'd ever seen. I could feel an orgasm coming and I rubbed my clit furiously. "I'm cumming Brent." I thought he'd want to know. "Oh God Molly! Me too... Fuck!" I was coming down from my own orgasm and I watched his cock shoot blurry streaks of cum out onto his own hand. My breathing was labored. I wanted to touch him so bad. I tilted my camera up so he could see my face again. He did the same. He was grinning and wiping his hand off with a towel. "What is happening here?" I asked. I didn't want to get deep, but we were out of control and I had no idea why. His face sobered a bit. "I don't know." We talked everything over. We agreed that we didn't want to stop. We also agreed that should still date Cara and that we shouldn't tell her. We agreed we shouldn't do anything in school again. We agreed that we liked each other more than we should. We agreed that our skype masturbation thing had been amazing. We talked about other stuff too and it was 3am by the time we hung up. We said goodnight but not before he'd made me let him virtually motorboat me. I fell asleep almost immediately. The next day we were good. We got all the way through chemistry without touching each other although we did write naughty things on each other's notebooks. I'd had to spend the whole period trying to not to giggle or draw attention to myself. I ate lunch with Cara and I spent the whole time feeling awful about Brent, picturing him naked and then feeling awful about picturing him naked. We talked about plans for the lacrosse game. We would go together after class to cheer Brent on. - We sat on the bleachers with a bag of popcorn sitting on the bench between us. The game was almost over, and although I'd looked forward to watching Brent play I was miserable. First of all, watching Brent was kind of torture. He was so beautiful on that field that I wanted to run onto the field and tackle him. Instead I had to pretend to be disinterested so that Cara didn't suspect anything. It was torture. Especially when I caught him grinning up at the bleachers and I couldn't help but hope the grin was for me. Second of all, Cara had spent most of the game wanting to talk about Brent. Specifically, how he didn't seem interested in sex lately. The topic put me on edge and also made me surprisingly jealous as Cara told me about her makeout sessions with Brent. I was in hell. It felt like an eternity, and finally the last whistle sounded signalling the end of the game. I tried not to sigh in relief. Cara's phone went off a second later and she cursed. "My dad's here and he says I've gotta go now! I'm gonna miss Brent!" The phone beeped again. "Fuck! Okay, Molly can you tell him congratulations and that I'll call him later tonight?" "Of course!" She smiled and gave me a huge hug. "You're the best!" She ran off towards the parking lot. "See you tomorrow!" she called over her shoulder. I waved at her as she left. I waited for Brent to come out of the locker room, excited about my luck. We could have the whole afternoon to ourselves. My whole body flushed at the thought. Twenty minutes later, he rounded the corner with the rest of the team they were pushing him and joking around but his eyes searched the bleachers. His forehead creased when he saw I was alone and my face broke out into a huge grin. I skipped down the bleacher stairs and met him at the bottom. "Congratulations superstar," I said and hugged him tight. It lasted a second too long and I pulled away. "Cara's dad came early so she had to go home. She told me to tell you she'll call you later tonight." His eyes flashed. "Do you need a ride home?" I nodded. We walked in silence to his truck. He threw his bag and my backpack into the bed and lifted me up to the seat. I sat on the passenger side wishing we weren't in the school parking lot so I could scoot over to the middle seat. He started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He tugged me closer to him and I asked him where we were going. He said it was a surprise. I snuggled closer when we passed the city limits. I let my head fall onto his shoulder. I kissed his neck. He groaned and one of his hands left the steering wheel. It slid between my thighs and squeezed. He smelled so good, sweaty but in a good way. "Hold on we're almost there." I stopped kissing his neck but didn't move away. A few minutes later he turned off onto a dirt track and pulled up to a gate. He hopped out and opened it. We pulled in and he closed the gate behind us. We drove down the track for another 5 minutes until it opened up into a field. I straightened in my seat and gasped. "It's so beautiful!" I cried shaking Brent's arm. He pulled the truck into the middle of the meadow and turned the truck off. "I'm glad you think so." I didn't let him say anything else. I practically pounced on him. I kissed him hard. He twisted in his seat to face me and we ended up with my legs draped over his lap and his body draped over mine. We were practically laying down on the seat. His tongue dove into my mouth and I let him in drinking in the feelings. His hands roamed over my body and I let my own do the same. We made out for a long time, long enough for me to feel his cock stiffen in his pants and poke through his soccer shorts to press against my ass. I rubbed my ass against him. He loved it. My panties were already wet and his hand managed to get between our bodies and press up against my silk covered mound. He rubbed me and it felt amazing but I wanted his hands to touch me more, to be inside me. We stayed like that for a while but eventually my legs began to cramp and I could feel the seatbelt digging into the middle of my back. I pushed him off and sat up. He was breathing heavily and I noticed that my shirt was completely unbuttoned and my skirt was up around my waist. I didn't bother trying to fix my appearance. I was way past shame at that point. "Do you want to stop?" I could tell from his grimace that it was the last thing he wanted, but I knew he would stop if I really wanted him to. My heart lurched in my chest. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was to stop and I told him so. When I explained that the seatbelt buckle was digging into my back he sighed with relief. "I have an idea." He slid off the seat and landed on the ground. He paused to stare at me appreciatively and I felt steamy. He looked at me like I was beyond gorgeous it was a new, heady feeling for me. I scooched the the edge of front seat and he lifted me out. I got dragged to the back of the truck. He hopped up and dug through the lockbox pulling a thick folded blanket out. I helped him lay it out on the grass next to the truck. "Done this before?" I tried to joke, but even I could hear the jealousy in my voice. He blushed. "You're the first person I've ever brought here." He pulled me down on the blanket and we turned on our sides so we faced each other. We kissed for a long time. I was surprised I could kiss for so long without getting bored, but his tongue was the best entertainment I'd ever had. We kissed so long that by the time I looked up, the sun was dipping beneath the horizon of the trees and stars were starting to appear in the sky. I looked up at the sky in wonder. It was the most perfect afternoon of my life. I wanted him, without a doubt in my mind I knew that I wanted him to be my first. "Do you have a condom?" I whispered between kisses. He nodded and I sat up quickly and wiggled out of my underwear. I felt hands unsap my bra and gently slide it off my arm. I looked over my shoulder and caught Brent sliding his own shorts off. His cock was hard and tenting his boxers. He came up behind me and slid his hands under mine, cupping my breasts. His lips trailed kisses over my neck and I felt his teeth nip at my shoulder. I shuddered. I let myself fall back until he was lying along my side. He kissed me explored my pussy with his fingers. I was dripping from our extended makeout session. He groaned and slid his fingers into me. My head fell back as he fingered me faster. This was surely heaven. I came and he smothered my moans with his kisses. As I recovered from my orgasm he slid the condom onto his prick. He climbed over me and placed the tip of his cock at my entrance. I drank in the sight of him, all firm muscles and determination. He was so beautiful. He rubbed the tip along my slit and I arched my back wanting him inside me. "Are you a virgin?" He asked as his cock rubbed the outside of my pussy. "Kinda. I mean I have a dildo, but you're the first... real person." He grinned and hips pushed forward. I felt the pressure of him pushing into me. It felt full and good and very different from the dildo I hid in my bed stand. I rocked my hips at him encouraging to continue. "I can't believe I'm your first." His voice was raspy. He thrust the rest of the way in and I ran my hands on the the sides of his biceps. His muscles were taut with the effort of holding himself up above me. With his cock still buried inside me he kissed me and start to fuck me. His rhythm started slow but as he sped up our breaths became shorter until we were basically gasping into each other's mouths as he thrust into me. I could feel my another orgasm growing. "I'm gonna cum again.Oh GOD!" I slid my hand between our bodies and rubbed at my clit. I came with a loud scream and I could hear Brent above me muttering obscenities as his thrusting lost it's rhythm and he jerked inside me a few times. His body collapsed on top of mine and it was even harder to breathe with his body weighing me down. I didn't mind it all that much I was too busy rubbing my hands along Brent's back. I wanted to touch him everywhere. I kissed his shoulder and he rolled off of me with a grunt we lay on our backs catching our breath and staring at the stars. "I'm gonna break up with Cara." Those were the first words he spoke. I felt a small pang thinking about my best friend but it faded quickly. "You can't." I balked at the idea. If he broke up with Cara I would lose either her or him neither of which sounded good. "I can't help the way I feel about you." His hand found mine in the dark and he laced his fingers with mine. I squeezed his hand, I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was falling in love with my best friend's boyfriend. "We can keep us a secret," I whispered. "Maybe we'll lose interest." I knew in my heart that wouldn't happen for me, but I wanted to give Brent an out if he ever wanted one. He just snorted in response. I grinned. "I want to be with you." He tugged my hand pulling me closer. He rolled onto his side and craned his neck so he could take my nipple into his mouth. He was incorrigible. "You're with me right now." I smoothed his hair and kissed him on the top of his head. "We'll figure the rest out later."