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The alarm slices through the peace of a Sunday morning without a trace of sympathy. I wearily lift my head from the pillow and slam my fist against the snooze button. Last night had been such a blast. I hadn’t been out with my best friend, Jess for over three months, her new boyfriend seemed to occupy all of her spare time now. Our evening had gone so well and It felt just like old times, the two of us getting drunk and causing mayhem without a care in the world. We finally rolled up back at my place as the sun was rising, and both crashed out in my king sized bed, Jess gently snoring within minutes. She doesn’t seem to have moved position since, and the snoring has gone up a notch on the volume scale! I look at her figure, as she lies with her back to me. I’ve always been jealous of her tiny waist and endless legs, topped off with a cascade of thick blonde hair. I just hope her new man, Ewan knows what a catch he has, and was treating her right. The alarm goes off again and I decide not to fight a losing battle, switching it off and rising to my feet. The sudden movement brings a pain to my head, and I regret drinking all those shots one Sex hikayeleri after another. I decide if I have to suffer, then so does Jess, as I shake her shoulder vigorously. “Come on sleepy head, time to get up.” I eventually rouse her and by the screwed up look on her face, she feels as bad as I do. “Why did you wake me, Jen? It is Sunday morning you daft cow.” I smile broadly, she always calls me a daft cow, I never take it seriously. “I think if you can see straight, you’ll realise it is now Sunday afternoon.” She sticks her tongue out at me then smiles. She looks stunning even after a heavy night. We sit and pick out the best bits of out night out, including the moment when she poured a drink all over a very leery young lad on a stag night. After half an hour s idle chat she gets to her feet, gingerly. “Jen, can I grab a shower please? I’ve got to meet Ewan at three. I’m being paraded to his family.” “You don’t usually ask you smelly cow. “ She smiles and pulls a face at me before sloping off to the bathroom. As my bedroom door shuts I sight inwardly and wish I could have the old days back, the days before Ewan. Sikiş hikayeleri I realise this is so selfish, but I miss Jess so much. I’m thinking about the fun we had last night when the room is suddenly filled by a shrill and tacky ringtone. It seems to be coming from the side of Jess’s pillow. I stretch over and pick up her mobile phone, seeing the name EWAN appear on the screen. I decide to answer, just in case it’s urgent. “Hello Ew…” He doesn’t give me time to finish his name, his voice seems gruff and impatient “What are you wearing, you dirty bitch?” My mouth must have dropped open. I find myself speechless, which is very rare. “Bet you’ve got the red silk ones on that I love so much. My cock is hard just thinking of you in them.” He carries on like this for a few moments more, before I manage to stop him “Ewan, Ewan please stop now. This is Jen, I’ve just answered because Jess is in the shower.” The line goes silent for a moment. I’ve only ever met Ewan once, but he doesn’t strike me as the shy type. “Err, sorry, Jen. I just wanted a little fun with her, she does love phone sex.” We make small talk for a Erotik hikaye few moments before things become a little awkward and the line goes quiet. “So where are you, Jen if Jess is in the shower?” I explain that I am sitting on my bed. “What have you got on?” “Excuse me!” “You heard me, what have you got on?” I should cut him off, but his gruff voice and blatant cheek are working on me. “Just a blue pyjama top, and white panties.” “Sounds nice, no bra underneath? Just your tits?” I gasp a little, telling him no bra. “That is fucking hot, Jen. I’m stroking my dick thinking of you. I caught a glimpse of your tits when we met, nice and big.” I feel a ripple of arousal as he confesses in his deep voice. The image of him getting aroused by the thought of my breasts. “Take the jacket off. NOW” His tone is sharper, and it shocks, but turns me on too. I undo the four buttons and slip it off. My nipples are aching and erect. “Look at yourself in the mirror and touch your breasts, slowly.” I do as he asks; holding the phone in one hand, the other slowly touching the pale skin of my breasts, and feeling my nipples stiffen. “Your nipples are all hard aren’t they, Jen? Imagine I’m there with my hands squeezing and pressing your tits, and then my tongue tip on your left and right nipples. You’d love that wouldn’t you, dirty little slut?” I can’t lie to him, and tell him I’d love that. “Dirty slut, I know you would.
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