Perfectly Synchronized

This is a true story.

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I loved to tease him. I loved knowing that he wanted me. Naturally, it made me feel good about myself. Catching him taking peeks down my shirt, staring at my butt, things like that. He was too nice to every try anything though, so it was safe. I could tease him all I wanted and I could get away with it too.

He was also my best friend. We told each other everything and were always together. We worked together and everyone thought we were some kind of "dynamic duo" because we worked so well together. The truth is, we worked well together because he listened to me. I was the brains behind the operation. Don't get me wrong, he's a smart kid, but I took the lead in our relationship. I commanded, and he executed. We were perfectly synchronized.

He had texted me asking if I wanted to come over and I obliged. I had no plans and hanging out with him on a week night was no big deal. We both had to be up by 5 in the morning, so neither of us wanted to stay up too late. We would probably watch some television, talk, and call it a night by 9.

I was standing in the bathroom, looking at my reflection in the mirror, one eye closed, mouth open, attempting to draw a smooth line of eyeliner on my eyelid. I took a step back; I looked pretty good.

I was wearing jeans and a low cut halter top. The top was navy blue with small white polka dots. It tied behind my neck, leaving my back bare, so I wore no bra. It was tight around my breasts, but loose around my stomach, letting it flow slightly as I moved. My breasts were essentially popping out of my top and I'm sure no one could avert their gaze from my cleavage. My jeans were plain, but tight. So tight, in fact, that they hugged my vagina and rubbed against it as I walked.

I walked out the door and was to his house in a matter of minutes, as he lived close by. I knocked on the door and waited for only a moment before he answered.

"Hey!" I exclaimed as I walked past him and kicked my shoes off. I heard him let out a soft 'hey' in reply and I knew he was looking me up and down, appraising me in his own polite way. I set my purse on the counter and helped myself to a glass of water. I turned around to face him, leaning on the kitchen counter, sipping my water.

His clothes were plain, but looked good on him. He wore a plain black hoodie even though it was warm enough not to. I knew he had it on because I liked it. I smiled slightly and my eyes darted down to his feet. Just as I thought. He was wearing a pair of shoes I helped him pick out a few weeks ago. I rather liked them and they seemed to bring his plain clothes to another level. One that looked casual, but also showed that he was trying to look nice.

"What?" he half-laughed, looking down to see what I found so amusing.

"Oh, nothing," I said nonchalantly, diverting my attention back to my water. I chugged the last half and set the glass on the counter. "So what's up, buttercup?" I asked as I moved from the kitchen to the living room. His apartment was furnished nicely and accented with just the right amount of décor. Just as I was about to take a seat I heard him clear his throat in an obvious manner. I spun around and looked at him, still standing by the door. "What?" I whined, knowing he was still standing there for a reason. He gave me a look that said 'you know what'. I sighed and rolled my eyes, making my way over to him with a look of mock indignation on my face. I reached him and couldn't keep a straight face. I smiled as he wrapped his arms around me. I looped mine under his and grabbed the back of his sweatshirt.

He was a contact kind of guy and hugs were his favorite. I was pretty much the opposite, but I made exceptions for him. And besides, he smelled delicious. I couldn't ever put my finger on it, but his scent was intoxicating to say the least. Every time we were within a few inches of each other I took the opportunity to indulge myself in his odor. It nearly made me swoon. And he knew this.

As his scent filled me, I relaxed slightly and he met me by tightening his hug and letting me lose myself slightly as he supported some of my weight on him. As I came back to reality, I took a deep breath in and hugged him tighter, pushing my pelvis into him, somewhat unknowingly. I sighed and released. I looked up at him to see him sporting an almost smug smile.

"Enjoying yourself, are you?" He smirked and I backed away from him, adopting a defensive stance and a look of half shock, half entertainment. I then laughed and turned my back on him, not letting him think he had the upper hand in this encounter. I confidently set myself down on his couch, crossing my legs and waiting for him to make the next move. I guess he decided he'd forfeit this battle, as he just slightly shrugged and then joined me on the couch. He had the television on and he fixed his gaze on it. I changed my position to a cross-legged one as I leaned back, both the television and him in my view. I let my eyes wander over to him for a few moments, ready to dart back to the television if he happened to look my way.

He was a very clean looking person. By this I mean that his beard was neatly trimmed and his hair was kept short. He always looked put together, and borderline proper. He had large green eyes that went well with his light brown hair. I noticed him start to move so I quickly fixed my attention on the screen, something about fish in Japan. When I realized he was merely removing his hoodie, I resumed looking at him. He had crossed his legs and laid both hands on his knee, fingers intertwined. Because his arms were stretched out in front of him, his biceps were more noticeable than normal. I've never really been a muscle kind of girl. I'm not attracted to six packs or guys that go to the gym, yet part of me just wanted to wrap my fingers around his arms and squeeze...

"What?" he said all of a sudden, with a confused look on his face. I snapped back to reality for the second time that night and shook my head slightly.

"Nothing." I responded. He shrugged and looked back towards the television. "Hey, you know I hate TV., can we do something else?"

"Sure," he answered and immediately shut it off. We sat in near silence, with only the faint sound of crickets outside. "Oh, yea. I wanted to show you something. C'mere." He motioned for me to move closer as he pulled out his phone. He went through his pictures until he found the right one. "Here."

I had scooted over next to him, with my knees up to my chest. I took his phone into my hand and focused my eyes on the screen. It was a picture of a woman. She was naked except for a pair of underwear, her hands cupping her breasts, not revealing her nipples. This probably would have seemed weird to anyone else, but we often looked at what others might call 'porn'. We weren't trying to get off or anything. We were just looking.

"Hmm..." I bit the inside of my cheek. "She's alright, but she's just so... tan. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love dark chicks. But she's just kind of fake." I handed the phone back to him.

"Yea..." He admitted. "But I like her hair." I looked back at the phone and saw that she had plain short brown hair. Nothing special about it at all.

"Really?" I said in surprise. "It's just so plain. I mean, it's like..." my voice trailed off as I found myself playing with a piece of my own hair. I stopped for a moment, comparing my hair to the woman in the pictures. No, I thought, my hair has more of a blonde tint and it's shorter.

"I just think it's nice." He said this kind of strangely, like he had meant to say something else. Then he quickly started scrolling through the pictures. "What about her? She's got nice titties." The picture was a woman with long bleach blonde hair and DD's that she was cupping in her hands.

"Yea," I said, trying to give my best porn critic face. "She's alright. She's got a nice shape. Very hourglass." I tried to speak with a straight face, but I felt his eyes burning holes in me. I looked up to see him smiling expectantly. "Alright, alright. She's got nice tits."

"Damn right she does." He was one of the only people who knew of my appreciation for the female body. I couldn't ever date a girl, but I could sure as hell fantasize about them. Heck, I even turned myself on sometimes. We looked through pictures of women stroking themselves, licking their fingers, and kissing other women for a while longer until I found myself biting my bottom lip.

"Alright, let's wrap it up. I think I'm done for the day," I said matter-of-factly, stretching my arms out in front of me and realizing how stiff I was from sitting in the same position for so long.

"Aw, what? You getting too wet down there?" He smiled and pointed down at my jeans. I swatted his hand away.

"No!" I yelled. "I'm just sick of tits."

"Said no one ever." He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Besides, my back hurts." I stretched again, this time lifting my hands above my head and pushing my chest out. My eyes were closed but I knew he was staring. I let out a long sigh and fell back into position. He didn't say anything for a few moments and I just stared at the ground.

"Okay, come on then." He stood, grabbing my hand, forcing me to follow. We walked hand in hand towards the hallway and I saw him kick off his shoes on the way. We rounded the corner and entered his bedroom. His room was average sized but taken up mostly by his massive bed. He didn't bother with the light, as it was still light out and enough came through the blinds of his windows. He stopped and motioned to the bed, while he slipped into his closet.

"What?" I asked with somewhat of a tone, thinking he was expecting me to just hop in bed with him. I heard him fumbling in the closet.

"Just lay down, sassy." I rolled my eyes and did as I was told. I had been in his bed before. Or, I should say 'on'. We oftentimes would lay on his bed and talk. It was one of the most comfortable beds I had been on. I lay on my side and was aware of my breasts being pushed together by gravity, even more so than they already were. A few moments passed and I saw him return from the closet, having changed into a pair of basketball shorts.

"We gonna shoot some hoops in bed or what?" I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Roll over," was all he said. He had a nasty habit of not letting me in on his plans. When I didn't move he raised both eyebrows and motioned with his hands for me to turn onto my stomach.

"Tell me why first!" I demanded, getting annoyed.

"You said your back hurts. I'm gonna give you a massage," he stated, as if it were obvious. He stared at me blankly when I remained where I was. I saw his eyes flick over my cleavage twice before he remembered what he was doing.

"Fine," I grumbled and rolled over, my arms folded under my head in front of me. He straddled me and then I realized why he changed. His jeans wouldn't have given him enough range of movement.

He started with my upper back and shoulders, which were exposed in my halter top. His hands were soft but his touch was firm. He'd given me massages before and to tell the truth he was amazing. My skin tingled under him and I seemed to melt as all the tension I was holding disappeared. I let out a soft moan as he moved lower, now working through the fabric of my shirt on my middle and lower back. If he heard me moan, he hadn't said anything because he remained silent, working on my muscles. As he reached the bottom of my shirt he pushed his palms into where my jeans were, not quite on my ass, but just above. He then slipped his fingers under my shirt, as it was loose enough to do so, and he began to work his way back up. At first I started to tense up and protest, but as I felt what he was doing I backed down and allowed him to continue. Besides, I'm sure he liked it, touching my bare skin like that. I smiled to myself knowing that all he was doing was teasing himself.

He removed his hands from my shirt as he made his way back to my shoulders. He paused for a moment and just when I was about to ask why he had stopped, he continued, making his final rounds. I sighed as he lifted himself from on top of me and sat on his knees next to me in bed.

"Mmmmm..." I smiled, eyes closed, and began to roll over, feeling relief in my whole upper body. As I lay myself flat on my back I felt my breasts jiggle from side to side and I felt his eyes piercing me again. I giggled slightly and then stopped, cocking my head to one side, eyes still closed. Something felt different. I opened my eyes and sat up, almost instantly realizing what had happened.

Somehow my top had gotten untied from behind my neck. Although my breasts were still covered by the tight fabric of my shirt, they were hanging much more freely due to not being held up by the two pieces of string that normally stayed tied behind my neck. Immediately, both hands went to my breasts to cover them, even though they were technically covered. I looked up to see a small smile and eyes following the bounce of my breast.

"You dick!" I couldn't help but laugh. That sneaky bastard had untied my shirt while he was giving me a massage. I removed a hand from my right breast and I punched him in the arm. My breast followed suit by jiggling furiously. His eyes didn't break away. I felt his eyes appraising me and I had to admit, even in this compromising position, I liked it. I wanted to push the boundaries. I wanted to go further. See how much he could take.

"You're a pig, you know that?" I had calmed a little and my voice softened. Instead of covering my breasts, I cupped them, just like the woman in that first picture we had looked at together. I smiled coyly when I received the exact reaction I had hoped for. Beneath his thin basketball shorts I saw a slight movement. "What?" I said innocently. "Isn't this what you wanted?" Before he could answer I removed my hands, letting my breasts sway, and I pushed him down onto the bed, swinging a leg over him so I was straddling him. "You wanna fuck me, don't you?" I smiled devilishly, loving the power that teasing him gave me. I could plainly feel his bulge rising under me.

I could tell he hadn't thought passed untying my shirt and he didn't know how to respond. So I helped him. I leaned down, my tits hanging mere inches from his face. The look on his face was priceless, almost as if he thought he had made a mistake, but was still loving every second of it. I felt his bulge twitch underneath me again and I found myself biting my lip and thought maybe I had gone too far now. I too hadn't thought my plan out. How would I get out of this? Thinking quickly, I pulled myself back up.

"Well, I'll take your silence for a no." I said with a pout on my lips. I began to lift my leg to climb off from him, congratulating myself on teasing him to such extent and getting out of it unscathed.

All in one big blur I felt his hand reach up and pull down my shirt, letting my tits bounce free. Simultaneously he had turned the tables, straddling me while I lay flat on the bed under him. A moment went by where neither of us said a thing. The look of shock on my face hadn't subsided yet when he took ahold of me and pushed his lips into mine. I was still shocked but I found myself reciprocating.

Our tongues intertwined and I felt one hand find its way to my breast while the other intertwined its fingers in my hair. I let out a small gasp as he squeezed my tits. I heard him let out a deep moan as he began to drive his pelvis into mine. I could feel that he was fully erect.

Coming into full realization of what was going on I pushed him away from me, but all this managed to do was break our kiss. He then quickly replaced my mouth with my breast, as he sucked and licked my nipples. This gave me a chance to breathe and as I did I was filled with his scent again. This finally set me over the edge. I reached straight for his cock. I rubbed it through the fabric of his shorts and I felt him slow up on my breasts. He lifted his head and looked straight at me for what seemed like eternities, his eyes no longer held desperation. Instead, it was a look I didn't recognize on him. All of a sudden we both scrambled to get his shorts off, which was easy enough. I looked at the precum on his boxer briefs and bit my lip. Both on the same wavelength, we looked at my jeans and I began to unzip. He reached down to tear my jeans off and I cursed myself for wearing such tight pants. He peeled them off of me slowly and for the first time I think I wanted him more than he wanted me. I involuntarily thrusted upwards and he took his shirt off. I didn't bother with mine as only my stomach was covered.

He resumed kissing me, going from my breast, up my neck, and then nibbling on my ear. I moaned and thrust into him once more, only our underwear preventing him from penetrating me. I tugged at his underwear, silently begging for his cock. He read my mind, using one hand to slide out of his last article of clothing. I broke our kiss once more to see what I had to look forward to.

His cock was long. It wasn't as thick as others I had seen but it didn't matter. I also noticed that he shaved completely. He resumed kissing me and I resumed thrusting up into him. He placed one hand lightly around my throat, tracing lines on my collarbone and up my neck. It tingled and sent shivers down my spine. My nipples hardened. Noticing this, his grip around my throat began to firm up as he applied more pressure. A soft moan escaped my lips and his free hand traveled down my body towards my pussy. He softly, carefully rubbed me through my underwear, hardly applying pressure. Before I could appreciate these soft touches he pushed my underwear to the side and slid a finger inside of me. I involuntarily broke our kiss with a gasp. I was surprised he slid inside of me so easily. I didn't think I would be that wet. He merely moaned and bit his lip.

"God, you're so wet," he finally let out in a deep voice, breaking the silence, and then quickly planted his lips to mine once more while inserting a second finger deep inside of me, moving them around furiously. I responded by thrusting my hips further up, my hands clawing at his bare back.

After only a few moments of this I couldn't take it anymore. Without removing my tongue from his mouth I slid my underwear off and threw them aside. I grabbed his pulsating cock in one hand and began to stroke softly while massaging his smooth balls. He removed his hand, which was still around my neck, and propped himself on his elbows, looking down at himself being stroked. He seemed to grow even harder from this sight.

"You like it?" he said in a confident voice, one I hadn't heard before. I bit my lip and smiled in reply. I could tell it turned him on that I wanted him as much as he wanted me. I guided his cock towards my opening and felt it press against my lips. He paused. "You want me to fuck you? You want me to slide my cock into your dripping pussy?"

He liked to talk dirty. In all the porn and fantasies I came up with the boys talked like that, but I'd never been with someone that actually did it... I liked it. All I could do was nod with a pleading look on my face. "Say it," he demanded, not moving a centimeter. I could feel his head pulsing on my lips and I thrust just slightly trying to push him into me. He just backed up and repeated himself. "What do you want me to do?"

This boy. This boy that followed my every command and let me dominate him in every way imaginable. This boy was now in charge, telling me what to do, taking control... And I loved it.

"I want you to fuck me." I mumbled almost inaudibly. He moved back even more, silently saying that my answer wasn't good enough. Desperately I pulled him back to me. "Please!" I begged. "Please fuck me!"

Obviously satisfied, he thrust his cock into me, not sparing an inch. I shrieked sharply and dug my nails into his back. He began pumping in and out of me at a fast rate and I shrieked every time his balls slapped against my ass.