Her move was coming and we were both happy about that. We decided to hang out at her place and stay up late, watch some movies and share stories, celebrate her big move with dinner, and hang out one last time before she packed her last bags and left. We have shared a small friend circle I've all the years and everyone came to wish her a safe trip and good luck on her upcoming changes in life.

After dinner we were all getting ready to head out, myself included, when she asked if anyone remembered a show we watched as kids. Of course I did and she asked if anyone wanted to stay behind and watch it. A couple of us thought about it but I ended up being the only one to stay.We were watching maybe the third episode when I yawned since it was getting a little late and I'd been working all day to this point. She offered for me to rest on the bed, and since we have shared a bed platonically many times before I said sure.

At least if I did fall asleep it would be somewhere more comfortable than the couch. We paused the show and went to the bed resuming it there for another episode when she asked me if I was ok with listening to her talk for a bit.We have been friends for the longest time and she has never asked this question so I was caught a bit off guard. My answer was, "Of course."

We talked about our friendship, relationships from our pasts, how excited she was for the move, everything, but then she asked if I would be ok with doing something physical with her. Something she's always been to scared to do with me, but always wanted to do. I told her so long as I'm not being hurt or sacrificed for a ritual it sounds fun.I do that, joke when I'm unsure what to say or think of a situation, but that's besides the point.

She reassured me I would be physically ok and that at any time we could stop with no hard feelings. That our friendship was sacred and she never wanted to risk it, but she was moving and this may be the only chance she has to do this. I told her I understood and it's not going to change anything between us. It didn't change anything between us, but it changed me.She told me that this is what she wanted me to do, put my hands above my head and grab the bars at the headboard, don't let go of them unless I'm told to, if I say "purple" we both agree to stop, and unless purple is said, follow her directions.

I said it sounds good and she placed her head on my chest and held me for a while.After holding me for a bit she whispered into my ear, "May I use you as I've wanted?" Her hand, previously placed on my chest next to her head slowly began to trace itself down the center of my chest.

In a breathy and anxious voice I told her, "Yes."

A slight smirk flashed across her face as she whispered to me, "Yes, what?"

"Yes, please.", I responded.

The temptation to release the bar from the bar for a moment and caress her cheek, to pull her into a kiss for just a moment was almost overwhelming. I think she could see it in me, the desire to move my body, to embrace her.

She reminded me, "Hold onto the bars, and follow my directions. If you can't handle anything that's happening or you think will come next you know what to say. Are we clear?"

"Yes. ", I responded.

Her hand had made it under my shirt at this point she was rubbing on my chest and scratched it lightly as she whispered into my ear, "Good boy."

Then gave me one deep kiss. I hadn't realized until just then that she had been looking at me differently off and on throughout the night. I hadn't noticed that a few times she had brought up things like my friend's kids and work when everyone was at her place earlier. I didn't understand why none of those "observations" were made about everyone but me during our social time. Looking back it makes sense, but at the time I was clueless.

Before I could take in just how surreal these moments I was lost in were, she straddled me. I was very aroused and, admittedly, was before she even told me to grab the metal bars and follow her directions, but now it was something even more. I could see her flushed cheeks by the glow of whatever program had cued up next through auto-pay, but I couldn't hear it. Every bit of both my sight and hearing had been engulfed by the experience unfolding. Her thighs gripped each side of my ribs.

"Will you please me with your tongue?", she asks.

"Yes please.", I respond breathless almost in a trance.

"Good boy.", she encourages me.

She lifted her skirt slowly and slid forward positioning herself on me covering my head and face with her skirt as she pressed herself against my mouth and began to shift forwards nd back softly. I heard a soft moan and sharper shorter breaths as I did as I was instructed. She rubbed her button against my nose with soft and carefully calculated movements of her hips. My tongue took turns between her lips and inside of her depending on how she had positioned herself on my face and I could feel myself pulsing within my pants.

Her hand reached behind her, the same one that held me minutes prior and felt along my waist. It unbuttoned my pants and caressing my member over my underwear.

"No wonder you're thrusting.", she says, "You know you're leaking through your underwear don't you."

"Mhmm.", is all I can manage to moan with a mouth full.

After she mentioned it, I became acutely aware of the wet viscous spot developing in my boxer briefs. I also suddenly realized when she would pause from riding my face and run a hand through my hair encouraging me to keep going like that. She'd tell me I'm a good boy for following her directions, or lightly caress me on my chest or lower. I was in a state of all encompassing extacy.

Thinking of anything other than her moans and pants, or the pleasure I was giving her was completely out of the windows. My mind was in a foggy haze.I don't know how long I was pinned and pleqsing her and I don't care, but I know that when she climaxed her thighs gripped me tightly and she grabbed my stiff member squeezing it tightly before squirming on my chin and in my mouth.

She slid back a bit a few moments after that.

"Sorry." , she said, "I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

"I'm just happy I could please you. " I responded.

"Be a good boy and don't let go of the bars. " , she reminded me.

She unzipped my shorts and worked me through the slit of my undergarments repositioning herself directly above my waist and began rubbing herself against my hard member.

"Do you want to know how it feels inside me?"

"Yes please. "

A moment later she was riding me.

"You're not allowed to cum until I tell you to. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good boy."She continued to ride me leaning forward.

"Suck on them and bite, but gently."

"Good boy. "

Again her thighs gripped me tightly. I was forced out by her constrictions as she peaked in her climax.

"Good boy. Would you like to cum?"

"Yes please."

"Not until I tell you to. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Don't let me push you out this time and you can cum for me. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good boy. "

I came moments after her next climax having to press myself hard and deep inside her from under her to keep from being forced out by her orgasm.

"I can feel it pulsing and pumping inside me. Good boy.", she praised me as she lay on top of me, he bare breasts on my chest, warm, soft, breath on my neck, and she continued to play with my hate.

"Thank... you. ", is all I could muster in my haze.

She placed her hand on the back of my neck and whispered, "Good boy, now let go of those bars and hold me.", in my ear before giving me one more kiss.