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>woke up around 5:30am next day, still cradling my boner
>saturday, so I’m free to sleep in, but first need to take morning piss
>button still asleep on couchbed curled up in fetal position with a mass of fucking dark brown hair splayed everywhere
>about an 89 on the canihazcheezeburger scale of cuteness
>mental image forms of button on her knees, hair tied up and begging for me to ravage her ass
>bad idea… now I have to do the awkward morning wood piss stance
>after considering the various techniques, I opt for the good old one two “lean in and point”
>finish awkward piss and load now semi hard morning wood back into briefs
>fyi I consider myself above average in both length and girth
>I’m no big dick porn star
>but I can honestly say that I wouldn’t change anything given the opportunity, even the ever so slight kink to the left has its charm
>as I walk out of the toilet I notice button is looking at me through half opened eyes, dark brown hair still fucking everywhere
>“sorry, didn’t mean to wake you”
>she just looks at me… pretty sure she is trying to telepathically call me a faggot
>eyes scroll down to my semi hard 8in mutton dagger stuffed inside my briefs
>her eyes go wide
>I can’t help but grin at her
>pair of black sunglasses float down out of nowhere
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>hop back in bed and wonder what the fuck I should do now, too happy to go back to sleep
>5 minutes go by, starting to get drowsy again when suddenly I hear button throw back her covers and hop out of bed
>she walks over just out of arm’s reach and then looks me straight in the eyes, completely impassive expression on her face
>puts her hands up and starts fucking with her hair, gathering it all up and shit, brushing it over her shoulders, all while looking me dead in the eye… not even a flinch…
>I can’t figure if she is preparing to rape me or knock me fucking unconscious… with those big brown eyes looking at me I don’t think I mind either way
>she uses one of the black elastic things she has on her wrists to hold her hair up
>brain starts to put things into place
>another can of spaghetti bursts open in my pantry
>OH SHIT IS THIS REALLY GONNA HAPPEN!!!!??… she must have grabbed a condom from her suitcase… or maybe lube… MAYBE BOTH?!
>my eyes light up like a protesting Buddhist monk
>when she sees this she smiles at me and raises an eyebrow, finishes with her hair, turns around and then lifts up her shirtdress
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>button blesses me with a view of the 8th wonder of the world… the most perfectly toned, luscious and shapely ass that any man could ever imagine, garnished in a high rising pair of lacy red knickers
>just enough morning light coming in through the windows to make out the finest coating of butt fuzz goosebumps
>truly b… it was glorious… forget dragging your balls through a mile of broken glass… fuck the fart and the walkie talkie…
>I would drag my balls through 10 kilometers of piranha infested waters just so I could smell the shit of the bartender who made eye contact with the nurse that held the hand of the mother that gave birth to such a perfect ass
>but just as soon as it was lifted, the curtain was lowered and it vanished again
>thy lord giveth and thy lord taketh away
>button glances back to check if it had the desired effect
>I’m trying to give her my best “DO WANT” expression possible
>button simply walks away
>”not cool button… not cool” I call out after her
>”you started it anon, don’t pick a fight if you don’t think you can win it, I thought I taught you that in back in Arathi Basin”
>this isn’t a fight… this is a fucking opportunity…
>I know button isn’t stupid, she knows full well that I’m going to try and one up her at some point
>I have a feeling our friendship is undergoing some major shifts, after yesterday’s events things have to change anyway
>finally understand where button was coming from with the whole ‘don’t over think it’ thing, just go with the flow, things will sort themselves out in time
>just need to keep my cool about it and not spaghetti everywhere
>decide I’m already over thinking it again and try to just get another hour or so of sleep
>can’t stop thinking about ass
>I remember I had some sort of weird dream when I went back to sleep, can’t remember what it was now but I know it wasn’t sexual…
>wake up to the smell of instant coffee
>button is sitting at my computer browsing something
>must have just finished shower, hair is wet
>all I can tell about what she’s wearing is blue shirt and possibly yoga tights
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>battle station is on other side of room so can only see the back
>get out of bed and pull on favourite ‘stay indoors gaming pants’, they’re just kinda loose trackies made out of t-shirt material
>put on baggy shirt that I got from company when I quit, generic XL handout, way too big but comfy for around the house
>head to bathroom to have shower
>I sarcastically thank button for the non-existent coffee she made me
>”you’re welcome faggot… oh, I did you another favour and used up all the hot water” she calmly replies while staring at the screen (turned out to be job searching btw)
>youfuckingdidwhat?
>button turns to me and smiles, “I figured you were in dire need of a cold shower by now”
>”some friend you are” I try to make it as hurtful as possible
>close door and turn shower on… perfectly hot water, button was just fucking with me
>goddamnit
>oh well more important things to take care of… I need to tug a load or else I won’t be able to think straight while sitting in the same room as her
>normally id just sit at computer, but well… sitting on toilet seat will have to do
>shower is on to cover any noise
>absolutely rock hard by now, still thinking of button’s perfect ass
>get about 3 tugs in before I realise I’m facing the bathroom door and it doesn’t lock
>no way, she wouldn’t… wait, she probably would… maybe?
>would it be good if she did?
>would me sitting on the toilet jerking off really be a wonderful sight? Or a sorry one… probably the latter now that I think about it
>btw I can’t jerk in shower, I’m cutfag and I don’t know why, but the water everywhere just makes me lose whatever sensation I have left in my poor old knob
>so here I am sitting on the toilet with a semi, debating with myself on if I should fap or not
>sudden moment of clarity
>button and I have been lurking /b/ for at least 3 years now, me a bit longer, despite this recent turn of events I do know button, I know she’s not stupid and I know she has seen the worst of what this world has to offer thanks to you fuckers
>/b/ makes you pretty fucking passive to the whole fapping thing after awhile, we used to always say things like “getting tired, ima fap then sleep, cya tomorrow” and shit like that
>might not have always been joking but certainly didn’t bother me to say it, why so different now?
>wait does this mean she fapped as well?
“Houston, we have liftoff, I repeat, we have liftoff!”
>2 minutes later I came with the force of a thousand suns, had the foresight to get up and aim it all into the shower though
>I’m usually not a yoghurt launcher so to speak, more of a yogurt dribbler… but past experience has taught me that if I’m blue balling enough then I can give an almost DVD worthy moneyshot and this time was no exception
>try to make my shower brief to make up for the 5 minutes I spent procrastinating on toilet but then decided fuck it, got nothing to hide
>get out of shower and immediately realise the one thing that I should have noticed when I walked into the bathroom
>towel rack is empty…
>button must have been listening for the shower to turn off… biding her time… waiting for this very moment
>because not 5 seconds after I realised the error of my ways, she called out to me “is there something wrong anon?” in overly innocent tone
>so this is how it’s going to be is it button?
>”can you pass me a towel?” I know it’s futile but fuck it, I’ll play along, I’m feeling much more relaxed now that I’ve had a fap along with that moment of clarity
>”there is a fresh one sitting on the couch for you if you want it” she sings out
>I figured it would be something like this
>I look down at willy, willy looks back up at me
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>”I found it in your bottom drawer along with your….”
>she trails off, because at that moment, I open the sliding door to the bathroom and walk out, hands by my side, butt naked…
>button is standing halfway between the couch and the bathroom with a fresh towel that she must have dug through my drawers for, she obviously planned to pass it in to me after teasing me for awhile
>also, blue shirt turned out to be a superman logo T and yoga pants turned out to be yoga pants
>I walk up to her as casually as possible, my tuna torpedo still packing a bit of after fap oomph, not even attempting to cover it, my eyes locked on hers, dripping water all over the floor
>she can’t decide which head she wants to look at more, mine or willy’s
>”bottom of my drawer along with my… what?” I ask her, might as well finish what she started
>I take the towel from her casually
>she looks at me, “…buttplugs” she says, kind of aloof
>nearly lose my shit
>”well, faggot‘s gonna faggot I guess… I take back what I said before I had a shower by the way, you are a good friend, thanks for the towel!”
>her eyes keep darting between willy and my chest/arms and as before, not even trying to be subtle about it
>I turn and walk back into bathroom to dry myself off and get changed
>good start to the day, but the best part of it all is that there is no way button will let me win this… I know full well I’m going to lose in the end, I’ve never beaten her in a duel or on kill count, or accuracy% or anything… no way is she going to let me start winning now
>but I don’t need to tell you how little I care about winning this little game… I’ll be happy to come away with a certificate of participation and a scratch and sniff sticker
>finish getting dry and changed
>spray on deodorant, make sure to spray some on crotch… just in case
>deodorant can is nearly empty… going to need more… female living in house now
>walk out of bathroom feeling alpha as fuck
>button is sitting on couch playing Halo 4, I kept telling her it was awesome but she never picked it up, too skeptical about the new studio working on it and hated all the spinoff shit that came after Halo 3
>notice there is a cup of coffee sitting on the kitchen counter
>”is this for me?” better check just in case
>button turns and looks at me, that neutral expression, “no it’s for my other friend”
>I play along,”is he a faggot to?”
>”sure is, I’ll introduce you, I think you will like him… loves it in the ass”
>this is pretty typical sort of banter for us… we might as well be saying good morning
>”it’s a shame though…” button continues on as she turns back to the game, “he has a nice cock, I would’ve loved to have a go at it”
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>button is still concentrating on campaign mode, but now wearing a small smile of victory at the sound of me choking on coffee
>not even going to attempt a comeback, I enjoyed that one too much, “did you sleep ok?”
>”nope… this couch is uncomfortable as fuck to sleep on, did you even try it out?”
>I feel bad now… “I had no idea sorry”
>thinking of what I can do, don’t have a spare mattress or anything, suppose I will just switch with her and deal with it
>”relax anon I know it’s not your fault” button offers to me as she sees disappointed look, “you’re lucky I did turn out to be a girl though…” button continues
>”how so?”
>”well it would be kind of awkward when we both go to sleep in your bed tonight and I was in fact a guy… you know… with you being such a giant faggot and all”
>button is still playing the campaign, still has smug smile on her face
>I must have really caught her off guard with the stunt I pulled earlier because she is being relentless in her counter attacks
>I figure she is probably messing with me though
>need to get some things from the shop, running out of spaghetti, I’m a decent cook so I figure I will splurge and buy some fancy shit to try and impress over the next few days
>head over to dresser and put on something more appropriate for outdoors
>”I’m heading down to the shops to get a few things, do you need anything?”
>”a box of condoms”
>she is losing her game… obvious bait is obvious
>walk to door and slip on shoes
>”no worries” I sing out
>no reply, button just concentrates on the game
>I close door behind me and start off down the block, going over the various happenings of this morning in my head
>phone vibrates in pocket
>txt from button, it reads “condoms were a joke, I’m on the pill faggot”
>I can’t help but smile, button definitely still got game
>going through aisles at shops, thinking of meal ideas as I go
>reach cereal aisle, I don’t really eat breakfast, most of my uni stuff is later in the day so it’s not often I wake up before 10ish
>usually just have coffee and early lunch and so I don’t have any cereal or anything at home
>txt button, “what do you want for breakfast, do you have a favourite cereal?”
>buttons reply “you”
>”I’m serious button”
>”so am I, I’ve been thinking about it… and there is something I really want to do with you. I’ve wanted to do it with you for years…just hurry up and get back faggot”
>she’s fucking with me… she has to be, but that offhand comment about cock in mouth, the condom/pill comment and her remark about sleeping in the same bed are still floating around in the back of my head… not to mention that sweet sweet ass
>finish up shopping quicker than I planned, forgot a few essentials as well… couldn’t stop thinking about what to expect when I get home
>dont forget it’s summer here in Australia during December, day is already starting to heat up
>trying to be as quick as I can with heavy shopping bags without breaking sweat
>don’t want to get home all sweaty… you know… just in case
>get home and see button still on the couch as I drop the shopping in the kitchen
>button has changed out of her yoga pants and superman top… she is now sporting the shirt I had on before I left, the big ex-company logo one
>practically a dress on her, but noticeably shorter than that shirtdress she wore the previous day, unfortunately nowhere near as tight, but it does sit much higher up her thighs
>can’t quite see what she has on underneath, she is sitting the wrong way
>button gets up off the sofa and starts walking towards me
>standing my ground, she is definitely up to something
>she has her eyes locked on mine
>but this time it’s far worse, because for the first time since she has arrived, she is deliberately using them as a weapon, full of fake lust… I think it’s fake
>she bites her lip at me
>spaghetti oozes out of one of the shopping bags
>not sure how much longer I can keep this up
>she suddenly grabs my hand without a care in the world, as if it was the most natural thing to do
>first time we have touched… notice for the first time how small her hands are, I have pretty big hands and 5 years of trade work has made them kinda rough so the contrast feels incredible
>feels like I’m stroking an 2 year olds ass (in a completely non ironic way, of course)
button starts pulling me towards the couch
>my briefs are filling up with spaghetti
>”if you had’ve taken any longer I probably would’ve lost the mood…” she says as she sits me down on the couch
>”what exactly were you in the mood for?”
>please… I really want to know
>”legendary co-op” button says casually as she sits down beside me and hands me a controller, “you were right anon, 343 did a really good job with 4, but I decided it would be more fun if we did the campaign together”
>I don’t even try to contain my disappointment as I stare at the controller
>”what’s the matter anon?” she asks mockingly
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>”at least let me put the shopping away before anything melts”
>”well hurry up then faggot”
>I’m aware that while I’m packing things away button is studying me intently from the couch
>I can see her watching me from the corner of my eye, but I don’t give her the luxury of making eye contact
>my jimmies are indeed rustled
>she knows she won again and she wants to rub it in
>already trying to plan my next move but I can’t think of anything even remotely decent at the moment, figure I’m going to have to sit on it for a while and wait for an opportunity
>putting away the last of the spaghetti into the pantry
>”how much do I owe you?” button asks suddenly, she sounds pretty genuine about it as well
>”you paid for the pizza last night, so the first few days are on me, you can chip in when we need to shop next” I reply
>when WE need to shop… something about those words makes me… kinda really happy all of a sudden
>I also know button won’t go down without a fight, she has always been aware of the fact I earned a decent amount of money while we were friends (and when she was a he), a couple of times I offered to buy a game on steam or something so she (he) could play it as well but button would always outright refuse
>only time she would let me buy her a game (goddamnit it feels so weird referring to past tense button as a she… ) is on a birthday or Christmas and even then she didn’t like it
>”just tell me how…” she begins but I’m ready for it and cut her off
>”my roof, my rules so just fucking deal with it!” I try to put my foot down, I know if I don’t then she won’t give up
>she just looks at me for a bit and then replies with “fine, now hurry up and come play”
>well that went much better than expected
>button is sitting in the corner of the chaise, her legs facing along the bottom of the L
>I sit down next to her and join the campaign lobby that she has setup
>she has set it up for the very beginning, button is really into the story side of games, so she likes to see all the cutscenes and play things in order
>looks like it’s going to be a Halo 4 marathon weekend
>while campaign is loading button turns and looks at me again
>”you’re about 10 times more attractive when you talk like that” she confesses suddenly
>this completely catches me off guard, “… talk like what?” I ask
>“confident… you never did that before, online”
>there’s a good reason for this, online things were different, not only was button a he at that point but I had no reason to try and be more dominant or anything… things were fun just how they were
>In person I can be a little different though, when dating girls through highschool I quickly found that things worked better when I was in charge… I wouldn’t call myself super dominant or anything like that but I certainly preferred to take control of a relationship
>”I didn’t realise you went for that sort of thing?”
button smiles and then turns back towards the screen, ”neither did I…” she admits softly, “now shut up, campaign is starting faggot”
>she’s fucking with me still… I’ll bet money on it, but it worked either way, now I can’t stop thinking about what she said
>she sits up and then flops down forward on her tummy along the lower half of the L facing towards the tv
>t-shirt is JUST long and baggy enough to not be able to see her undies
>I’m starting to see it all come together now, instead of trying to get me back with one big move like I did earlier, she is going to torture me for the entire day… one big long tease
>seriously how the fuck am I supposed to play Halo, on legendary no less, with button’s ass nearly exposed right next to me
>”I know what you’re trying to do…”
>button turns and gives me a ‘noideawhatyouretalkingabout’ face
>for the rest of the morning every time she moved or fidgeted, which was more often than necessary, I couldn’t help but glance over at her
>but looking back on it, that just added to how much of a blast we had that morning
>first time button and I had played a game together in person and although I didn’t think it was possible, it was even more fun than when we play online
>I had played through campaign on heroic already, so I was a little more accustomed to the new weapons, controls and what not
>we clicked into our usual sort of playing rhythm, I played more ranged style with the BR/carbine and sniper type weapons
>button was all about the shotguns and upclose stuff
>felt completely natural and, all sexual tension aside; we were genuinely just have a good time together as if it was any other weekend playing online
>in the less intensive moments during the game we chat, it’s mostly me asking questions about her now that I know she is a girl
>turns out she has never had a boyfriend, just hasn’t been interested
>”surely you have been asked a fair bit?”
>”you have no idea, but it’s always the same bullshit, compliment me on looks, ass, eyes… stupid stuff like that” she says with genuine frustration in her voice, “not once did anybody just try to get to know me, it was always so… cliché, guys become so shallow the moment they start talking to a girl…”
>”yeah I can imagine that” for the first time I am genuinely glad that button hid her gender all this time, because I probably would have done the same sort of thing… epiphany sort of moment
>about 1:30ish started getting hungry
>suggest we stop and have lunch break
>”get into kitchen and make me a sammich bitch” I demand mockingly
>button just looks at me with a ‘why are you such a faggot’ expression
>”not convincing enough?” I ask her
>she just shakes her head
>”maybe I could try taking my shirt off and slapping you around a bit?” I offer
>button smiles at this and goes to get up, pretty sure I caught a glimpse of blue from underneath that shirt of mine she is wearing
>”so it worked after all?” I ask smugly as she heads over to the kitchen
>”no, I’m just hungry too… and it doesn’t look like you’re gonna stop being a little bitch anytime soon” button replies calmly as she walks towards the kitchen
>god I want to see button’s ass again so bad…
>now it’s my turn to study her, she has her back towards me and is moving around the kitchen, searching for plates, knives, things like that
>her movements remind me of some sort of ballet dance, despite her boyish qualities, she still has genuine feminine grace about her
>everything about button makes me want her even more
>the way her feet ever so slightly point inwards when she stands in front of the counter putting the sandwiches together
>her legs are so smooth they reflect enough light to be a fire hazard
>long dark brown naturally wavy hair that comes halfway down her back
>just watching her make a sammich in my kitchen is at least 10 times more euphoric than injecting meth into your asshole while preaching atheism to a crowd of MLP fans while wearing a diamond studded fedora
>not sure if that’s actually a thing but it sounds like it would be somewhere
>button finishes with the sammichs
>might point out that among the well covered topics we have spent nights on end talking about, such as pvp vs pve, alien life, rpgs vs fps, war in Iraq and movies… food and in particular sandwiches definitely have been covered
>so when she brings me my favourite sandwich combo: ham, tomato, mustard, salt n pepper; it isn’t really as huge of a shock as you might think
>like I keep saying, been best friends for some time now, we have covered these things fairly well
>but despite this, the moment she handed it to me was definitely very surreal
>none of my exes had ever even come close to making me feel like this, nor did any of them ever bother to learn my favourite sandwich let alone ever make it for me
>also the exact reason I bought devon and those cheap ass plastic cheese slices
>I knew button loved a good plastic cheese, devon and tomato sauce sammich which is exactly what she had made
>a couple of bites into my sammich I have an idea out of the blue, “wanna go see the new hobbit at the imax tomorrow?”
>button thinks about this for a second while finishing her mouthful, “you fucking know it!”
>button is a huge hobbit fan, she loves the fantasy stuff where I am more into sci-fi, but that doesn’t mean we both don’t like a good movie or game of the opposite genre or anything”
>even though it’s just mates going to watch a movie, somehow feels like a major achievement
>finish up sammiches, put plates on coffee table
>button swings her legs so she now has her back resting in the corner of the L and legs are running up the long part of the lounge
>right over the top of my lap
>button just picks up controller and asks me if I’m ready to resume campaign
>she is playing it cool, so I decide to follow suit
>pick up controller and rest my arms on her legs
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>she turns so that she is lying more on her side, legs still across my lap
>now perfect view of her ass from beneath the t-shirt she has on, perfectly taught blue boylegs made of semi transparent lace
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>”well what’s it gonna be anon? stare at my ass or finish this campaign?” button says to me with an expecting kind of look
>this should be a whole other level of difficulty in Halo…
>must not give in
>we continue to play halo and I work out a strategy, I allow myself a peek every time I die or we restart at the checkpoint, in order to keep my hunger at bay
>button catches on to what I’m doing pretty quickly but doesn’t seem to mind
>”you better not be dying deliberately anon” she drops at one point
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>before we know it, it’s dark outside, literally spent the afternoon just playing and chatting casually… like so many afternoons before this
> “I’m going to get started on dinner”
>”what are you making?” button asks curiously
>”gourmet hotdogs” I declare
>button just looks at me
>inb4 faggot
>”should have known it was going to involve some sort of sausage”
>close enough, doesn’t count, I called it
>button gets up and wanders next to me in the kitchen, “give me something to do” she says bluntly
>I’m not even going to bother arguing with her, unlikely I will win
>”dice the onion and the bacon, grate the cheese and then butter the two sourdough rolls” I return to her In the same blunt tone she used
>button gets to work on the things I asked while I start cooking the two gourmet pork, fennel and chilli sausages I got from the butchers
>she is being unusually quiet, I was expecting a witty comeback to my kind of blunt and rude directions
>I start to worry it might have been something I said or did earlier, but nothing comes to mind
>could be that time of the month and she is just mood swinging… but I have never noticed that in her before… but then again she was a he and I was never looking for it
>decide its best to just ask, button prefers a no bullshit approach to things like this anyway, “is everything ok?”
>”I’m just tired, I wasn’t really kidding about having a bad sleep last night…”
>phew, at least it’s just something simple, was worried she was starting to have second thoughts on everything that was happening…
>I’ve been with enough girls in the past to know that it’s pretty fucking common for chicks to completely 180 at random in situations like these… fucking hormones and shit
>I should know better with button though, this is exactly what she means when she tells me I over think things… button is the most down to earth person I’ve met, can’t stand bullshit or tip-toeing around issues
>”do you want to go to bed after dinner?, you can have my bed and I’ll take the couch” I offer to her
>”if you were this much of a pushover with all your ex-girlfriends then I’m not surprised they left you anon” she informs me
>I ignore the stab at my manhood and give her a bored look as I wait for her proper answer
>button slides me a bowl with the diced bacon and onion and then starts on grating the cheese
>”Its only like 8, I’m not THAT tired yet, let’s just put a movie on? You can pick this time”
>she must be reasonably tired if she is being this agreeable
>my best guess is she doesn’t want to go to sleep while I am still up, guess she is at least a little nervous somewhere behind all that faggot calling… at least I would like to think so
>we eat the hotdogs in front of the tv while I browse my external for something I feel in the mood for
>fucking delicious as btw
>button takes the empty plates back to the kitchen, I still can’t decide what I want to watch,
>I’m a very indecisive person in general when it comes to picking from menus and stuff like that… part of the whole overthinking things trait, I usually regret whatever I pick in the end which doesn’t help
>I’m also deliberately stalling because I just noticed button heading to my bed to grab pillows
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>I quickly re-position myself on the couch so that I am in the corner where the top and bottom of the L meet, put my legs up on my foot rest and hang arms over back of couch while I keep flicking through the movie list
>button comes back over with two pillows from my bed, she notices my choice of position and smiles at me with a ‘oh is that how it is’ sort of look
>she puts one pillow up against my thigh and flops down along the long part of the L, resting her head on the pillow/my thigh
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>button hugs the other pillow in front of her and curls her legs up
>I pull the throwover off the back of the couch and cover her with it
>before you all call me a faggot as well, a lot of these things like decorative pillows, throwovers and stuff is mostly leftover from previous relationships
>like I said I had my own place down when I was doing my apprenticeship and girls love getting all nesty and buying knickknacks and stuff, it’s their equivalent to pissing their scent all over your home
>button doesn’t react to the throwover but instead just says “hurry up and pick a movie faggot”
>I decide on Howls Moving Castle, I know button doesn’t mind the Ghibli movies and I haven’t watched it in a while, figured it would be a nice cruisy choice
>turns out it didn’t matter, button is asleep within the first 15 minutes
>get up to the point where howl pulls sophie close in the alley to escape the sludge things
>suddenly want to put hand on buttons waist
>spend next 5 minutes debating on if it would be good idea or not, still unsure where the new lines are in our friendship
>fuck it… if she notices, just blame arm getting sore and had to move it
>hand doesn’t quite reach down to her waist comfortably, so I rest it on lower rib cage
>button doesn’t move at first
>suddenly lifts arm up and pulls covers back
>oh shit mission abort, move my hand away
>button reaches back and grabs hold of my hand, pulls it under her arm and returns the cover
>my hand now resting on the pillow she is hugging, her hand resting on top of mine
>button slides her fingers between mine and goes back to sleep
>if it wasn’t for pillow, would be resting my hand right on her boob…
>fuck you pillow
>other then that, feeling more euphoric than a level 35 wizard at bronycon
>as I recall this stuff and type it out, I realise it seems kind of petty and lame… and with any other girl it would just be the standard sort of getting to know you stuff, not even worth greentexting
>but you need to understand that this isn’t an ordinary situation… this is my best friend, who just turned out to be a girl… a 10/10 girl that is probably way out of my league and I would never even bother approaching in a bar or on campus or anything
>that’s why I remember these sort of moments so clearly, because each moment feels like the first time I touched boobs all over again, imagine what it would be like when I get to actually touch them? But we will get to that later… one step at a time my /b/rothers
>button was fast asleep for rest of the movie just hugging my arm/hand
>by the time it finishes, I am contemplating playing it a second time just so I don’t have to break the moment, I don’t really want to wake her up
>button seems to sense the movie finishing anyway and stirs awake
>she pushes my hand away and rolls over onto her back, yawning and stretching, hops up and grabs the two pillows as she heads over to my bed
>”oi, I need those to sleep on” I call out after her
>she throws the pillows onto the mattress and turns to look at me, still half asleep, “don’t be a faggot anon, just get into the bed”
>I was hoping this would happen, but didn’t want to be the one to suggest it
>she turns back around and reaches up under her shirt, unclipping her bra
>even though its dark, I get another good view of the boylegs she is wearing, they mold to her ass like hot candle wax
>turn off the tv and walk over to opposite side of the bed to button and turn on my reading lamp, button is already pulling back the covers and getting in
>”holy shit are you fucking serious?” button suddenly remarks as she settles down under sheets, “your bed is this comfortable and yet you made me sleep on the couch last night?”
>button rolls over to face me on the other side as I take my shirt and shorts off, keep my briefs on again though
>I literally cannot sleep with clothes on, annoys the shit out of me, and figure she probably doesn’t give a shit at this point if I just have briefs
a>I offer her an apologetic shrug and then turn off my lamp before climbing into bed
>too dark to see her but I know she is still facing towards me
>”what a dick move anon, how do you plan to make it up to me?” she seems a little more awake than before
>I figure she is trying to bait me into saying something stupid like a hug or kiss so she can laugh and call me a faggot, ”I’ll pay for your movie tickets tomorrow…”
>there’s a short pause before she begins to roll over and face away from me, “well you wasted that opportunity didn’t you faggot”
>I decide that this is the opportunity I had been waiting for, time to get her back for all the torture today
>I’ve had enough past experience to know my way around the body of a grill reasonably well, hell I would even consider myself pretty darn skilled at some things
>one thing I have learnt is that a girls neck is usually the best place to start if you want to get them in the mood, some girls are more sensitive there then others but it rarely fails as a base starting point
>do it right and it’s like turning the key in the ignition of a car, engine purrs to life and you can start driving, sometimes, if you are lucky, the car will even start driving itself
>I prop myself up and move closer to her
>”it’s too late now…” she starts to say but trails off
>I plant one hand rather firmly on her hip, use my other hand to pull the hair back from her neck and then grip the back of her head firmly
>she squirms hesitantly, but it’s definitely not a proper attempt to move away for anything
>can’t back out now
>I move in close and start kissing down her neck
>her whole body goes tense, I can already feel goosebumps down her waist
>keep slowly making my way down her neck, drawing out each kiss as I go, just a hint of tongue with each one
>button’s breathing becomes slightly erratic as shivers go up her body
>she arches her back and presses her ass against me
>turns out she is one of the more sensitive neck sort of girls… booyah
>I can feel her legs starting to fidget about
>she might be able to go toe to toe or even better with me when it comes to gaming, but she is out of her league here, I’m the one with all the experience
>I decide I’ve made my point, it’s going to be a more effective blow if I leave her hanging
>I start to let go of her hip and neck
>”keep going…” button says, almost desperately, her breathing now very audible
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>I know she probably isn’t thinking with her libido purring like a kitten, so I contemplate if taking this further would be a good idea or not
>button is a big girl, I’m sure she can handle herself if she didn’t like where things were going
>I decide to really make this a victory
>she lets out a muffled “hnng” as I grip her neck again, planting my hand back on her hip, gripping her through her boylegs, hand slightly closer to the center this time around
>I move in to kiss her neck but stop just short and allow her to feel my breath on her neck for a bit
>she moves her head to reveal as much of her neck as possible, hinting at me to keep going
>move up to her ear and whisper “say please”
>short pause while button weighs up the gravity of the situation, “…please…”
>this is fantastic… I’m fucking power tripping at this point, usually it’s her on top so to speak
>”tell me I win” I continue into her ear
>”don’t be a fag… nnngghh”, she trails off mid-sentence as I go back to kissing her neck
>I give her another minute or so before going back to her ear, “say it” I whisper again
>another pause, “… fine you win faggot” she says, clearly frustrated
>good enough for me, I will never let her live this down… not even sure if I have ever heard her say that before in 4 years of gaming
>I start again on her neck and I can feel the goosebumps come back as shivers run through her body
>suddenly she turns her lower half towards me more and parts her legs a bit
>I can feel her hand slide down under her boylegs as she starts to play with herself
>holy shit… she is fucking going for it!
>she pushes her other hand under and around my neck as she plants her hand on the back of my head and starts to run her fingers through my hair
>I might mention at this point that my cock is hard enough to penetrate the president’s personal nuclear bunker
>her breathing starts to get quicker, and she begins to make soft noises
>she is starting to get close
>suddenly she breaks away from me and rolls over to face me
>my eyes have adjusted more to the darkness now and she meets my gaze
>her eyes have that glazed over look, filled with so much want
>she stretches out her neck, hinting at me to continue on the other side
>I brush her hair off the newly exposed side of her neck, tucking her hair behind her head before gripping onto the other side of her neck… which is noticeably sticky with my saliva
>so much fucking hair, I think to myself as I move my other hand back down onto her pelvis
>button parts her legs and curls the top one over me in order to keep them propped apart, making room for her other hand to continue where the first left offdw
>she puts the hand she just had down her pants against my chest, not sure if its just my wishful thinking, but pretty sure couple of her fingers are a bit slimy
>I keep going on her neck, going quicker this time
>after a few minutes, once button seems to relax again, I decide to see if I can bump this up a gear
>I move my hand down from her hip and put it against the one she has down her pants while simultaneously whispering in her ear “want me to do that?”
>she pauses for a second, clearly hesitating
>eventually I can feel her nod
>as I move my hand over the top of hers, she slowly slides her hand out
>no mistake, definitely felt sticky fingers that time
>now the first time you go down a girls pants is always the most difficult, it’s like popping the hood on a car you have never worked on, or taking the side off a computer you have never seen, all the general parts are there… but you need to assess the importance of each part and how big a role it plays
>every girl works differently, some respond to the clit, for some it can be too sensitive or not sensitive enough, some prefer a bit of finger action, for some that does nothing
>so I found you have to listen carefully and feel for how she reacts to different things to gauge the effectiveness of each
>this time was no exception and I wanted to make sure I got it right
>I start back on her neck as I run my fingers further down
>first thing I notice, completely smooth, not even a prickle of missed hair
>button runs a tight ship
>my fingers hit the beginning of her slit and I can already feel how incredibly wet she is
>I press one finger in between her soft lips and start to move it further south, trying to get an idea of what I’m working with
>small clit, definitely an innie style vagoo, very little to no beef hanging out of the taco, her lips are quite swollen and puffy at this point
>button has curled one hand around my neck and has her other hand still on my chest
>she lets out a muffled moan as my finger continues to slide over the little man in the boat
>I run them all the way down and find her opening
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>I press the tip of my finger into her, testing things out
>holy christ it’s tight, this pussy has definitely never seen a dick before
>button digs her nails into my chest and neck as my finger slowly presses into her
>I back off in case I’m causing pain, my fingers are much bigger than hers after all and I don’t want to get too carried away here and ruin things
>survey complete
>I run my finger back up, dragging some of her juice with me and start to play with her clit
>small circular motion, bit of back and forth
>almost immediately button tenses up, what were once muffled noises clearly become soft moans with each exhale
>bingo
>button moves her hand down my chest
>she hesitates a bit at my briefs, but then slowly moves it over my meat popsicle and grips it through the fabric
>this seems to turn her on even more because she starts to let out even more noise
>I keep going at her clit, trying out different pressures and movements, listening and feeling her reactions, trying to gauge what makes her tick
>turns out a bit of pressure and speed is fine, and combined with the neck kissing I quickly bring her to the edge within a minute or so
>I can feel button hovering on the edge, she is starting to squirm, I make a final push to tip her over
>get out my teeth and bite down gently on her neck while ramping things up even further down stairs with my finger
>button lets out a quivering moan and her body goes rigid as electricity runs up her body
>her nails dig in almost painfully deep into my neck, ow I think to myself and respond by biting her neck as if I sparkled in sunlight
> this just makes button cum even harder and grips my cock as if she were a fighter pilot beginning a bombing run
>I redouble my efforts on her clit as she quivers below me
>eventually her spasms get softer and less frequent and I relinquish my grip on her
>she rolls/collapses onto her back and tries to catch her breath
>we both just lie there for a bit
>I’m trying to think of something witty to say but button beats me to it
>”you’re still a faggot…” she utters, once her breathing has settled down
>”whatever floa…” I start but button cuts me off as she rolls over to face me once more
>”do it again…” she half demands, half pleads
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>”take your knickers off” I tell her
>button looks at me, a little unsure
>”just trust me…” I say reassuringly
>she brings her legs out from under the sheets while pulling her boylegs off, throwing them on the floor
>she rolls back over to face me, but I have different plans this time
>I figure if she is keen to go again, then I will show her that there is plenty more where that came from
>I push her onto her back and climb atop of her, parting her legs with my knees
>begin to brush the hair from one side of her neck and run my hand around to grab onto her head
>she stares at me for a little bit, her brown eyes judging me for all I’m worth
>I nearly jump off her there and then because I feel like I’m stripping away her innocence or something
>but that look she was giving me… holy fuck… it was the perfect mix of ‘I trust you’ and ‘I want you’ with a hint of ‘just what the fuck are you going to do exactly?’
>Michael Collins would’ve left Armstrong and Buzz’s arses on the moon in the blink of an eye if it meant he had a chance at getting back in time to have this girl under him begging to be pleased
>I put my hand down between buttons legs, she is still as wet as a kitten in a thunderstorm
>she opens her mouth and gasps lightly as I run my fingers up and over her clit once more
>I move in and start to get to work on her neck again, gently at first, I can smell my dry saliva on her from before
>its not really the most flattering smell… lick the palm of your hand and smell it… right?
>but it doesn’t really matter in moments like this one
>I run one finger back down and find the tight entrance to her gold mine
>I keep working her clit with my thumb
>button isn’t even holding back this time, she is making all sorts of cute as fuck noises
>has her hands reached around to my shoulder blades and her legs are firmly intertwined around my thighs
>I slowly start to work my index finger into her snatch, bringing it back out often to make sure it is nice and lubricated
>its like trying to push my finger up a gerbils asshole
>her fingers start digging into my back
>I’m having trouble telling if she is in pain or not so start to slide my finger back out of her and lift my mouth away from her neck to double check
>she immediately responds with “don’t you dare stop now…” and tightens her legs and arms around me, pulling me back down
>operation gold mine has a green light to go!
>flip her head over to work on the other side of her neck
>we lock eyes for a moment, hers are half closed and kinda glazed over at this point
>I consider kissing her but decide against it, too much heavy breathing and she is making too much noise, besides that is a whole other line to cross
>I start getting to work on the other side of her neck
>push my finger back inside of her and prepare to give her my late Christmas present
>I curl it up towards the roof of her pussy in a come here sort of motion, back and forth
>button reacts immediately, she digs her fingers in so deep I’m almost positive it breaks skin
>slut 2 was fucking crazy, used to scratch my back up regularly and I learnt to enjoy it after a while, so I enjoy it when button does the same sort of thing
>her whole body goes rigid as I almost instantly bring her over the edge
>I continue to wiggle my finger back and forth, slowly building up pressure and speed
>her little hnnng’s and cute noises have nearly turned into full blown moans
>I can tell she is biting her lip in an effort to keep herself from starting to sing opera
>her attempts to hold back just make me want to try harder, kind of like breaking a horse in for riding
>I start dragging my finger in and out of her while holding it curled upwards
>trying not to over do it because I know from experience if I go to hard and fast there is chance she is going to squirt… and I don’t want that all over my sheets
>at this point she is well and truly over the edge, holding on for dear life as she rides the wave of electricity rippling through her body
>I take a moment to thank the lord oh mighty for coming up with such a fantastic slut switch, or g spot as women prefer to call it
>this continues for a minute or so until my finger starts to get tired and I begin to wind down
>as I pull my finger out of her I can feel her legs and hands relax as she starts to go limp
>hop off her and lay on my back next to her
>she is trying to catch her breath for a second time tonight
>”what the fuck did you just do?” she asks, her voice still a little shaky
>”found your g-spot…” I reply smug as fuck
>she doesn’t respond, just lays there for awhile
>eventually and rolls over and gets off the bed
>”whats up?” I ask her as she wanders over to her suitcase
>”I need new undies” as she pulls something from her suitcase and then heads to the bathroom
>probably gonna need to mop up as well
>I check her side of the bed for a wet patch, thankfully there isn’t one although I’m kinda surprised considering how wet she was
>button comes back after a few minutes
>she is holding something but I can’t tell what it is in the dark light
>”roll over faggot” she demands
>I’m not exactly sure what to expect, but it’s unlikely she is going to do anything too weird so I decide to oblige her
>I roll with my back up and she crawls across the bed then straddles herself atop my ass
>”there was blood on my finger tips”
>panic surges through my body as I realise I must have torn her when I fingered her, I try to lift myself up to apologise, “fuck I’m so sorry button, I didn’t mea…”
>she pushes my head back down into the pillow, “it’s not my blood dickhead”
>I feel her plonk something warm and damp on my back… washcloth…
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>I was aware that my back hurt, but I didn’t think much of it, I like said earlier I enjoy it
>button starts to drag the washcloth over my back
>she is surprisingly gentle about it
>after wiping my back for a bit she leans over and turns my bedside lamp on
>“oh…” I hear her exclaim under her breath
>”it doesn’t really hurt” I resure her
>”I didn’t ask you if it did…” button responds dryly as she runs her fingers gently across my back, assessing the damage she has caused
>I roll my eyes, not that she can see it
>button is already back on the offensive
>good sign though, she’s obviously totally cool with what we just did
>button leans over and puts the washcloth on the bedside and turns the light back off before hopping down from my back and settling on her side facing me but not touching
>”I’ll be more careful next time…”
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>”I doubt it, I had you on autopilot and I was only in first gear” I throw at her while rolling back over onto my back, I’m not ready to let go of the reigns just yet especially after she just confirmed next time
>”oh listen to you…” button begins as I slide my arm underneath her and drag her over to me, “you get one finger inside me and suddenly you think you’re all king faggot”
>instead of resisting, button moves in to rest a hand on my chest and curl her leg over mine
>she rests her head on my shoulder
>so many mixed feels right now, but none of them are bad, just a mix of satisfaction, contentedness, blue balls and confusion over where we stand as friends
>I remind myself of what button always says, ‘don’t think, just do’
>run my hands up and down buttons hips and waist, taking in her glorious curves
>”goodnight faggot” she mumbles
>”fuck you” I snap lazily
>”not tonight” she replies casually
>I decide to test the waters ,”I’m going to need a cold shower in the morning though…” I cast my bait
>button just makes an amused sort “ha… hmm” noise
>she fell asleep shortly after that
>I lay awake with lonerboner and superblueballs thinking about everything that just happened
>think about button cuddled into me sleeping
>fall asleep mostly content
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