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Just Friends :) Part 3

SORRY I TOOK A WHILE LOL =]

We try to compose ourselves, but we fail miserably. He half-
jokingly asks me to see my breasts, so he has something to 
remember to later, and I hesitate, knowing it's all downhill from 
there if I do.

It only takes me a second of hesitation and I pull both my shirt 
and bra up briefly over my breasts. His eyes go wide, and he 
grabs me to him, gripping my back and tossing me like a rag doll 
to the bed. Michael couldn't keep his hands off me anymore, 
groping my breast and grinding against me. I'm moaning beneath 
him, torn between telling him to stop and begging him to keep 
going.

His phone rings suddenly, and I stay laying on the bed while he 
takes the call.

It's his younger brother Randy. He needs to come home to pick 
something up, and he's calling to ask if the coast is clear. 
Laughing, Michael tells him it's fine, he can come home. I laugh 
as well and take the phone from him. "We're not doing anything!! 
You can come home!"

"Aw, you're playing hard to get," Randy jokes with me. Meanwhile, 
Michael is kissing my stomach and getting very close to the top 
of my panties.

I get off the phone, and he picks me up. I feel weightless, he's 
so strong, and I can't help but snuggle against him. Sitting down 
in his computer chair, he teasingly asks me for a lap dance. I 
laugh and say, "Sure, play some music and I'll dance," so he gets 
up to play some music on the computer. I laugh at his choice in 
music, and say, "Oh no, I'm gonna choose the song, then."

"Have you ever seen this video?" he argues, but I don't listen. 
Instead, I put in his hit, "Rock with you" His eyes go wide as I 
begin to shake my hips, and I turn around and grind  into his 
crotch. He moans, and asks, "I guess the rule is I can't touch, 
right?"

"Yep, gotta follow the rules of the club," I joke.

I bend over, swishing my long hair back like a professional. I 
then drop low, and I hear him groan, "God damnit." I turn around, 
straddling his leg and jutting my breasts into his face. I see 
his hands go to grab me, but I dance out of his reach.

"Please. Take your clothes off," he begs.

I laugh and keep dancing. He groans and speaks again, "Okay, 
okay. Do it in your bra and panties, and I'll never ask for you 
to dance for me again." Again, I laugh.

Finally, I sit back in his lap, leaning back on his shoulder and 
grinding into him. I feel him get harder, and his hands begin to 
reach onto my waist.

That's when we heard the front door close.

We stop long enough for the brother to get up to his room and 
then back downstairs. We then end up on the floor, with me in 
cowgirl position, grinding against his covered erection. 
Michael's still teasing me, "Awww, am I being mean?"

My last shred of control disappears. I moan, grinding hard 
against him. "Nooo I'm being mean to myself."

I crawl up his body. I see the shock in his eyes; he didn't think 
I'd turn the tables quite so strongly. I begin to kiss and suck 
his neck. "Uhh do you think you should do that?" he says, in a 
wavering voice.

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