The patio stones radiate afternoon heat through Margo's thin sundress as she watches Joe sink another ping-pong ball into a red plastic cup.
The quarterback's bicep flexes with the motion, his blonde hair catching the golden hour light that filters through Felicia's parents' oak trees.
He's wearing a faded blue tank top that clings to his chest, the kind of effortless masculinity that makes Margo's thighs squeeze. Her pussy leaking a drop of moisture.
She's already had three of Felicia's mother's sangrias, the sweet wine loosening her shoulders, making her aware of how the cotton of her underwear is collecting girly dew.
"You're up, Margo," Joe calls, his voice carrying that quarterback confidence, the assumption that everyone does as he asks.
She moves toward the beer pong table, her hips swaying more than necessary, watching his eyes drop to her cleavage before snapping back to her face.
The game continues, her throws wild, his deliberate, and she finds herself standing closer to him with each round, until her shoulder brushes his arm and she smells his sporty deodorant.
Somehow, they are under an oak alone.
His tongue in her ear, inside her mouth.
Sweet, quiet Margo is pashing Joe!
Not so sweet, Joe has his hands cupped over her bra.
Fuck!
The birthday cake cutting call.
Felicia's party, the tongue-twisting pair have no option but to join in.
Margo holds her bestie's wrists.
They cuddle.
Birthday wishes given.
No one blinks when Felicia gives Margo a Frenchie.
Fast, flicking and fresh.
Mint on Felicia's tongue.
Margo's head spins.
Everyone else is sampling triple chocolate cake.
Christ!
Her bestie made her clitty tingle!
Felicity whispers, "My room later, sweet-pea."
Taps Margo's bottom.
Felicity's parents call her outside, jangling keys to a new car.
Joe, chocolate icing on his lip, takes Margo's hand.
In a blur, they are upstairs.
Fuck!
It's Felicity's room!
Her bra and dress are somewhere on the floor beneath his shorts and boxers.
He's petting her wetness.
She's gripping his cock, working it like a gear stick.
Her bestie's bed.
Plush, soft and dipping.
Mouths are lush, explorative and binding.
Fingers poke pussy.
A grip tugs a cock.
Sensations mount. They pile up fast.
Her legs are wrapped around his back.
He's jackhammering her pussy. His mouth latched to her teat.
She's arching up, grinding into his pubic bone.
"Fugh! Fugh! You're tight."
Her response: "Stretch me out, big boy."
The elasticity of girly flesh.
The girdle and the give combine.
She's on her way to orgasm land.
Holy crap!
Felicity's pussy is covering her face.
Not that Margo was familiar with it.
She's learning about it fast now.
Her bestie voice drifts down, "Sometimes you need the best of both worlds, honey."
Margo laps snatch.
Her pussy tingles as Joe pumps.