Chapter 8

In that last semester, every time I got a free moment, that little pest popped into my head. We were talking sporadically, and in our last chat, she told this story that sounded too surreal to be true: how she’d “attacked” a private tutor her dad hired to help her with math. The tale seemed too good to be real, but it was packed with spicy details that kept swirling in my thoughts. I’d been horny as hell lately — sometimes I just get like that.

It was Saturday, and I’d decided to spend the weekend without cracking open a single book; I needed a break. But I had nothing to do, since all my friends were buried in college prep. The options were sleep or play some online game. To avoid sinking into boredom, I figured I’d call her. The downside was opening the door to a super toxic girl who thinks she can run your life — but since I was itching for it, I ignored the fallout and dialed.

On the phone, she sounded surprised by the call and didn’t shut up for a second, rambling on with stories and future plans without letting me get a word in. I realized I wasn’t gonna get to say my piece and had to be straight with her.

“Lelly, shut up for a sec and answer me something.”

Maybe it was a bit rude to blow past everything she was saying, but it wasn’t interesting at all.

“Whoa, yeah, shoot, uh…”

She made some weird noises in reaction and went quiet while I mustered the guts to say what I wanted.

“You wanna come over to my place today and sleep here with me?”

“Just like that? Out of nowhere?”

Her voice was suspicious.

“Need a formal invite?”

“You wanna smash my pussy?”

Lelly was being Lelly.

“Cut the crap, do you or don’t you?”

“Yeah, sure, but you’ve been ghosting me this whole time. I’m just thrown.”

“Here’s the deal: come over and we’ll talk. Everything’s cool, okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll get ready and head over later, after lunch.”

I was pissed off and turned on by the idea of hooking up with her again, and I wanted to prep for what was coming later. I ran a razor over the tile to trim the excess; she loved it when I had a little bush up front, she’d spend hours petting and playing with the hairs there. From the outer lips all the way to my ass, I always shaved it clean; I never had much anyway, really, it was always sparse and fine. I took a long, slow shower, slathered on my lotions, and threw on some loungewear; it had to be strategic, easy access for a sneaky hand — I wasn’t dumb, and I didn’t wanna wait till night. A loose-waisted pajama short and a worn-out pair of panties would do, topped with a baggy shirt, no bra.

I was getting antsy; it was around three in the afternoon and still no sign of her. That’s when I grabbed the phone to call that the intercom buzzed, announcing her arrival. My parents were home, busy with their stuff. Soon they headed out to some friends’ place, but even if they’d stayed, it wouldn’t be a big deal; my room was in the back and the house is huge. If I kept my moans in check, no one would hear.

She showed up all bouncy, like a grinning kid, all dolled up like she was heading to a party. She smelled amazing, hair done just right, and she had this cute plush backpack. From the sneakers to the plaid skirt and the makeup on her face, everything was tailored to my tastes; she knew what I liked. You might think I looked sloppy, and I did, but that’s how she wanted it. She always begged me to wear something old or oversized. She said it gave me this natural vibe that made her love me even more.

“Babe!”

I yelled when I saw her, arms wide open. I wanted her to catch a glimpse of my braless tits.

“Nani!”

She matched the affection, giving me this incredibly hot hug.

“And how I loved that hug!”

She barreled into my house making noise, greeting my parents. My mom especially liked her a lot and always said she wished she could be her daughter too. Mom used to talk about giving me a sister, but time passed and it seems like they dropped the idea. We hung out in the living room for a bit, making small talk, and as soon as that wrapped up, we headed where I wanted — locking ourselves in my room.

I bolted ahead so I could corner her the second she stepped into my lair, and she didn’t seem to spot my trap. She kept chattering the whole way and only stopped when she was inside the room; the door locked, and I planted a huge kiss on her, shutting down her words.

“No! No… You ruined everything… You weren’t supposed to want it.”

She said it all teary.

“What do you mean? I don’t get it, Letícia.”

My hands were on her waist; I wanted some answers.

“I was gonna tease you and pull all kinds of naughty shit on you.”

The little devil explained her plan, spoiling what was coming, but it seemed like I’d thrown a wrench in her not-so-well-thought-out scheme.

“Sorry, now what?”

“Now I don’t want anything…”

She wanted it… That wicked little smile said she did.

“You’re seriously gonna reject me?”

I played along with her game; we both knew it was a kink, and we were following the rules she was making up on the spot.

“Yeah, you see this?”

She said, hiking up her skirt to show there was nothing underneath the plaid covering her pink skin.

“I was gonna give it to you, but you’re too eager…”

I dropped to my knees; I knew what was next. She launched into a monologue, detailing how she’d prepped, while showing off her smooth, hairless pussy right up close to my face. When I caught her scent, I got instantly soaked and my temperature shot up five degrees.

“Can I just give it a little kiss?”

I really begged, and it wasn’t part of the game.

“First look at my ass — don’t you think it’s getting bigger?”

She really had filled out a bit more since the first time I saw her; she’d gained some curves, but her ass was still slim, perky, and smelled like baby soap.

“Squeeze it so you can feel!”

The little brat said, all arched back, facing away from me, on her knees on the floor.

She shoved her ass right into my face. The bitch knows I love burying my face between her cheeks to eat her out from behind. To drive me crazier, she spread herself wide with her hands, and I almost dove in; I went for what I wanted to kiss.

“No, only from behind! Not in front.”

“Where’d you learn this stuff, girl?”

“Stop, Nani, obey me!”

Lelly whined, breaking character.

I did as told; she wanted me to lick her tiny little asshole. It was almost the same color as her skin, it was so pale. I stuck out my tongue and circled it, felt her skin goosebump, and heard a muffled squeak of surprise.

“Harder!”

She said, grinding her ass harder against me.

I followed orders, licking her, almost pushing my tongue inside. Screw her game — I rebelled by slipping one hand between her legs; with my thumb, I slid right into her wet pussy in one go, pulling her against me, and started a rough thrusting motion, switching to hard rubs on her clit. If she got any pleasure out of it, she didn’t show, but my fingers told me she was drenched and ready.

“Naughty little girl, that’s what you are! I didn’t tell you to do that… Lie down there.”

She said, pointing to the bed.

I obeyed; this bossy side of her was pretty hot, actually, and it was getting me mega turned on. Usually, I was the one calling the shots and she just followed. I lay down obediently because I was digging the play, and I’m not really the playful type — never have been. She yanked up my shirt in this crude, sudden way and started groping my half-boobs with this dismissive vibe, like she wasn’t thrilled with what she saw; she gave light pinches and squeezes like she was testing the firmness. Bored with the inspection, she climbed on top of me, positioning her ass right over my face.

“When I say lick, you lick. When I say suck, you suck, got it?”

I couldn’t answer because she lowered herself, grinding her clit on my nose and lips.

“Little licks, like a good puppy. Go on!”

The bossy one ordered.

Her scent was driving me wild, intoxicating, and I couldn’t keep up the game anymore. I licked, she moved to show me where she wanted it. Her legs shook, telling me this wouldn’t last long, and to hold off the end, she flipped around.

“Lick now! Lick your woman!”

She said louder than she should have.

She started grinding on my face like she was punishing me for something; the moans got louder, and when she couldn’t hold her weight anymore, she collapsed forward into a sixty-nine. Her face was buried in my crotch, still clothed, pressing her mouth against me to muffle her sounds; under my clothes, a hand fumbled for something to touch, but it was clumsy and erratic. The moans turned to mewls, her ass cheeks clenched, her back arched. She came hard in my mouth and went limp on top of me in silence, too spent for any more games.

“You come, bossy?”

“Mmm…”

“And me? You gonna stay on top like this?”

“Shut up… Wait…”

She lay there on me in that awkward position for a few full minutes; I hugged her waist and waited patiently until she recovered. When I thought about saying something, there was a knock at the door, and from the other side I could hear.

“Juliana, your dad and I are heading out — order a pizza for you two.”

“Okay, Mom,”

I yelled happily from under Lelly, who still had her pussy practically glued to my face.