Let’s do this,” I said guiltily, feeling like a bad host as I reluctantly extracted myself from our love nest and led Amy to the bathroom.“But h...ow?” she asked, looking at the bath.“I’ll get in. You stand over me.” The bath wasn’t built for two; it barely accommodated one and it took a bit of wriggling to allow Amy to place her feet either side of my thighs.“Where do you want me to do it?”“Anywhere.” The truth was it really didn’t matter; the only thing which did matter was that my best friend /. I reached for the top drawer in the bedside unit to retrieve some lube and a similar bullet vibe to ours. I lay back and gently stroked my cock, slightly amazed at how much pre cum there was already. I scooped some onto my finger and ran it over my lips, tasting the sticky tangy of my own juices before running my fingers back up and down my shaft. Each downward stroke teased some more of my foreskin back which left me feeling the chill of the air on my exposed head as it played peek-a-boo. I. I could see her curvy and delicious body with the help of the light entering in the room from the window. Her boobs were firm, big aureola, pointed nipples. They were ready to be tasted and mauled. Her naval was looking too sexy. No extra fat at any place. She climbed on the bed and jumped on me. I was beneath her. She immediately starts kissing me. She took my upper lip in between of her lips and started sucking it. I was caressing her smooth back and rubbing her ass over the panty. My hard. She closed her magazine on her lap, the motion strangely sensual. The concern was clear in her eyes, and I could sense the fear bleeding through her peaceful air, forming around her like an oppressive rain cloud. I then realized that her serenity was counterfeit, her casualness put on. She must have been trying to keep things normal between us since our little escapade. I couldn't blame her.Might be why we haven't done anything since then, I thought. Or maybe it was a dream, and I'm just going.