Fuck Friends Forever

"Flip over..."

Those two words come as a surprise, filling my mind with expectations. I find it interesting that Brian wants to switch from doggie style to a more traditional sex position, a romantic one at that. Hopefully, he won't be turned off if he sees my cock while we're having sex. I hope not. Playing with myself is the only sexual joy I have these days.

Suddenly, my phone chimes, interrupting my thoughts. At this hour of the night, it's more than likely Jason wanting to know if I'm awake, hitting me up for phone sex. Ignoring the text, I sit up on the bed to stretch before flipping over on my back for some more dick.

Metal bracelets dangling from my wrists jingle against one another as I extend my arms up into the air and spread apart my fingers. As I reach for the ceiling, my tight black leather skirt slips off my hips, covering my cock again. Then, I slowly lower my arms, dropping them to my sides.

"That's looks sexy," Brian says, watching me stretch.

"Mmm..." I purr, twisting and turning my waist from side to side. "I needed that."

"It looks like it."

"I meant you pounding my ass like you did," I clarify.

"Most women prefer doing it doggie style," he says, sliding the towel off the bed.

"So why change positions," I inquire, moving the satin pillows out of the way.

"I don't know," he says, waving the towel in the air. "Something different, I guess."

"You won't hear me complain."

"Anyway, I don't know what you like," he adds, stretching the towel over the bed again.

"Every position has something I enjoy," I say, resting my hands on my thighs, waiting.

"So what do you enjoy on your back," he asks, tugging at the corners of the towel.

"If I tell you, then you'll just get hung up on it,"

"What about doggie style," he asks, looking at me.

"That's in a class by itself," I say, smiling.

"You're not going to give me a straight answer, are you," he pries, shaking his head.

"A straight answer," I repeat, repositioning the pillows. "Hahaha... Never."