I made him promise to goon for me…

Bent over on the couch, my ass facing him, my breasts bulging out either side of my chest, I waited for his answer.

Instead, he left me there, prone and vulnerable and feeling a little silly.

“Well?” I asked, my thumbs hooked around the belt loops of my jeans. They were already low enough that were halfway down my ass, the fat of my cheeks rising over the denim, the lace of my tiny black thong pressed between them. “Do you want me to show you, or what?”

I could hear his breathing, shallow and uneven, my best friend watching me as my thighs trembled a little from holding myself in position. He seemed to be deliberating whether this would be crossing a line. It definitely would.

“Sarah…” he finally whispered.

“Yes?” I said, voice low, still facing forward. I wanted to sound casual, like I didn’t care, but I could hear the nerves in my own voice.And I could kinda hear how much I *wanted* him to ask me.

“I…” he started, then stopped.

I didn’t say anything else. I just stayed there, waiting, ass raised, the couch cushion soft under my chest and my nipples hard against the fabric. I dragged them forward a little, just to feel it, and felt another pulse of embarrassment flood through me, the sudden awareness of how exposed I was about to be. My ass was basically in his hands if he wanted it.

“Can I…” He paused, exhaled, and tried again. “Can I see more?”

I felt my back arch instinctively.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Since you asked so nicely.”

I slid the denim down another inch, feeling the cool air touch the curve of my cheeks. The thong came down a little with it but not all the way, cutting into me, pulling tight across my cheeks. I continued pulling the jeans, feeling a breeze on my pussy that made me tremble. Within a few seconds, my jeans were down to my knees, and I left them bunched there, making me feel trapped and a little restricted, like he could do anything to me and I wouldn't be able to stop him…

“Do you like it?” I asked, my breasts hung heavy beneath me, brushing the cushion. I wanted so badly to take them out, too; to pinch and pull on my nipples as I forced my pussy back against his open mouth and make him taste my–

*Calm down*, I told myself. *Don’t overwhelm him*

“Are you okay?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder, the round hump of my ass between us.

“Yeah,” he muttered, his eyes still on my ass. He had taken a cushion and put it on his lap. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” I said. “I like it.”

“You look…amazing,” he said, licking his lips unconsciously. “Thank you for showing me.”

I nodded, wiggling my puiissy from side to side a little, dragging my fingertips up the back of my thigh. The little movement pulled the thong deeper between my cheeks, and I let out a tiny involuntary sigh. “I’m glad you like it,” I whispered. “I’m enjoying it too.”

And it was true.

I considered what his view was at that moment; the arch of my back tapering down to the thong’s thin lace disappearing into the swell of my ass; the subtle tremor in my thighs as I held myself open for him; the round weight of my breasts pressed against the cushion so firmly that the fabric left faint imprints on my skin; the curve of my hips exposing just enough of the damp dark crotch of the thong that he’d have to imagine the rest.

The thought of it was making me wet as fuck.

Before he could say anything else, I tugged the jeans over my knees and opened my legs wider for him.

He swallowed. “Fuck.”

I felt my pussy clench. I hadn’t expected that. It felt good, and I wondered if he could see it beneath the lace.

“I’ve wanted to show you for a long time,” I said, holding myself steady. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it…”

“Can I…touch you?”

I froze, staring at the wall, heart pounding in my chest, my skin tingling. “Where?” I whispered, his sudden boldness taking me by surprise.

He hesitated. “Your hip,” he said.

“Okay.”

I buried my face in the cushion and lifted myself a little more, presenting the place where the thong disappeared into my skin, the curve of my waist exposed, the dip leading downward. The place he’d been staring at.

His hand hovered for a moment, and then I felt it, fingers resting just above the string. I inhaled sharply, goosebumps on my back. His thumb brushed the elastic. Just a tiny stroke.

I let out a soft moan. “Andy…”

“Yeah?”

“Do you…” I swallowed, unable to keep the need from my voice. “Do you want to see more? I could…show you my pussy if you like?”

His hand tightened just a fraction against my hip and I almost moaned with pleasure.

“Please,” he murmured.

“Then,” I said, voice trembling again. “You should pull these down. Slowly.”

He hooked his fingers under the strings, ready to peel them the rest of the way. True to my instruction, he moved slowly, carefully, teasingly, and I felt my body begging to be fully exposed to him.

“Andy,” I whispered.

“Yeah?”

“When you take them down…you have to promise something.”

His voice was low and serious, his fingers hooked around his best friend’s thong, her naked pussy and asshole only seconds away from being fully revealed to him. “What?”

I looked back over my shoulder, met his eyes, and felt the flush spread down my chest.

“You have to promise,” I said. “That you’re going to goon for me.”

His pupils went wide. “What do you mean?”

I swallowed, my pussy clenching and unclenching in anticipation of being exposed. “I mean you need to take it out and stroke it for me…and let me watch you do it…”

His face turned pale. “I don’t know if–”

“Please…” I begged, hearing the naked desperation in my voice, feeling shame but no longer caring. “I need it. Please goon for me. I need you to promise…”

There was another moment of hesitation and then he answered. “I promise.”

That’s when he started to pull down my thong…

[Part III if people are still interested. Let me know!]