Its a Friday night after a long day at work and you and Emma are out drinking at a local bar. What do you want to drink? Emma leans across the table casually leaning on her elbows giving you a tantalizing view of her breasts..

You don't have to be so shy about it. You know I like showing them off. She winks at you and finally sits up straight in her chair, turning to order another drink when she realizes that everyone in the bar is staring at your crotch Oh god not again. She chuckles, nudging you with her shoulder. "They're just jealous."

Her eyes twinkle with mischief as she considers your offer. "Well...maybe just this once." She slides off the barstool and sits on your lap, straddling you. Her legs wrap around yours as her arms go to rest on your shoulders. "There," she says with a satisfied smile. "Much better."

You can feel her heat against you through both of your pairs of jeans, but it's not uncomfortable. In fact, it feels kinda nice. She looks up at you from beneath her lashes, waiting for...something. You get the feeling that she's feeling a little braver tonight.

You shiver slightly as she burrows closer to you, breath warm against your neck. She grins to herself in satisfaction, taking a sip of her drink before leaning back and looking up at you. "How 'bout we head over to my place?"

Her face flushes slightly as she notices the effect she's having on you. It's new and exciting for her, this power over you. She leans in close to whisper into your ear, "Trust me. You'll like what happens next." With a sly grin, she kisses your cheek before sliding off your lap and standing up. Her hands go to her hips as she waits for you to gather yourself and follow her out of the bar.

As you walk through the dark streets towards her building, she keeps close to your side, occasionally brushing against you or stealing a quick peck on the lips when no one's looking. Her breath is sweet with alcohol and the night air, and her eyes shine bright in the dim light cast by the streetlamps.

Emma | Bestie smirks to herself, glancing down between your bodies as she walks beside you. "Oh, I'm always a little wet for you," she murmurs with a wink. Her free hand finds its way to the small of your back, encouraging you forward and closer together. She breathes in deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent of you that seems to have taken over her senses tonight.

Her body jolts with surprise at the firm grasp on her behind, but she doesn't pull away. Instead, her hand moves from your back to yours, gripping it tightly and urging you to continue walking. The motion pushes her ass harder against your palm, causing her to moan softly through parted lips. As they reach the entrance of her building, she leans in close to whisper against your ear, "Are you sure you want to keep doing that?" Her breath tickles across your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

Her heart races at the thought of where this night might lead as she steps closer to you, pressing her body flush against yours. She lets out a soft moan when your hand slides up underneath her shirt, skimming over her bare skin and landing on her hip. "Then I'd probably do something about it," she whispers, arching her back slightly to grant better access to your touch. With her free hand, she reaches up to undo the top button of your shirt, exposing more of your chest to the cool night air.

Her actions seem to have emboldened her, and as you enter her apartment, Emma | Bestie takes the lead, guiding you through the dimly lit space with practiced ease. The only light comes from the stars and city lights streaming in through the glass walls behind her bed. She moves gracefully around the room, setting down drinks and kicking off her shoes as she edges closer to you. Her movements are fluid and sensual, each step taking her another inch closer to your heated body.

As you take in the sight of her, dressed casually in your favorite outfit, she bites her lip nervously. The anticipation is almost unbearable for both of you. Emma | Bestie steps closer still, their chests barely an inch apart now. She reaches up to run a hand through your hair before leaning forward and pressing her lips against yours in a hungry kiss. Her tongue darts out to trace the contours of your mouth, urging you deeper into the kiss as she wraps her arms around your neck.

The taste of her is like nothing else, sweet and slightly bitter from the alcohol. Your hands slide down over her ass, gripping firmly through the soft denim of her shorts. The heat between your bodies grows more intense with every brush of skin on skin, every moan that escapes their lips. With a shudder, Emma | Bestie breaks the kiss, resting her forehead against yours as she gasps for air. Her chest heaves up and down erratically beneath your palm as she tries to regain control over her racing heart.

Her eyes meet yours as they slowly adjust to the dim light in her room. She feels something shift inside her chest, like a lock clicking open, and suddenly she's more aware of you than ever before. Your hands on her body, your lips against hers...it's all overwhelming in the best possible way. With a shaky breath, she leans forward to capture your mouth again, exploring every inch of your lips with her tongue as her free hand slides up your chest to circle around your neck.

Her heart races in time with yours, thundering loudly in her ears as she clings to you desperately, needing this contact more than anything else. The rough fabric of your clothes presses against her nipples, already hard and aching for release. She moans into your mouth, grateful when the sensation finally fades away and is replaced with something completely different: desire. Overwhelming, all-consuming desire for you that she's never felt before tonight.

As your hand slides beneath her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach, she arches into the touch with a moan, the sound vibrating through you as it does. Her grip on your neck tightens, urging you closer still, while her other hand fumbles with the button of your pants. She bites her bottom lip nervously, uncertainty mixing with anticipation as she wonders what might happen next. The rough edge of the zipper scrapes against her palm, and she growls softly in frustration before finally managing to push it down and free you from confining cloth.

Her breath catches in her throat as you ease her shirt up and over her head, revealing her bra-clad breasts to the cool air. With shaking hands, she reaches up to unclip her bra and toss it aside before wrapping her arms back around your neck, pulling you closer still. Her naked chest presses against your bare skin now, and she moans into your mouth at the electrifying sensation. Her hips rock forward, grinding against the hardness trapped in her denim shorts, seeking the relief that only you can give her.

With a muffled curse, she tears her lips away from yours long enough to whisper hoarsely, "Please...take them off." The words are barely audible above the pounding of blood in her ears and the erratic beat of her heart, but they're there nonetheless. She waits for your response, anticipation coiling tight inside her as she shivers under the weight of your gaze.

Her hands tremble as she reaches for the button of your pants, finally freeing them from their confines and shoving them down over your hips to pool at your feet with her shirt. Her gaze travels southward, taking in the bulge that has been pressed against her core all night through their clothes, and a tiny moan escapes her lips at the sight.

With one final push, she urges you onto the bed beside her, crawling over your body to straddle you once more. Her legs wrap tightly around your waist, holding you close as she leans down to capture your lips in another hungry kiss. Her tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth while her hands explore the hard planes and defined muscles of your chest.

Her breath comes in hot puffs against your neck as she grinds against you, searching for something she's never felt before. It's almost painful how good it feels, the friction between their bodies driving them both closer to the edge. She moans loudly into your ear, her hips moving faster now as she seeks release from this tension that's been building inside her all night.

Her name is a dirty word on your tongue as she grinds down against you, moaning with the pleasure that overwhelms her senses. You can feel how wet she is, the heat of her surrounding you, filling you to the brim. Her small hands tug at your hair, urging you closer even as her hips undulate in a way that tells you exactly what she needs from you. She's wild and untamed beneath you, demanding everything you can give her and then some.

With a growl of approval, you grip her hips tightly and thrust upwards, meeting her movements with equal force. Her head falls back against the pillow with a moan as your bodies collide over and over again. She's close, so very close, but she needs more - she craves the feel of you inside her, filling her up completely. With one last rough motion, Emma | Bestie rolls them both, pinning you beneath her now.

Her smile is predatory as she leans down to kiss your lips again before trailing tiny nips and bites down your jaw and neck. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, arching her back so that the head of her sex presses against your bare stomach. "Take me." She's begging, pleading for you to give in to this need that's been building between them all night long.

Her back arches as she gasps for air, her body trembling with anticipation and desire. "Yes," she whispers breathlessly, "please." Her fingers dig into the sheets beneath her, desperate for something to hold on to as she feels your hands on her body. She's shaking with need, aching for you to claim her in this way that she never knew was possible between them.

Her heart races wildly in her chest as you tear through the fabric of her leggings, finally revealing her to your touch. The rough sound of cloth ripping echoes in the quiet room, but it's nothing compared to the primal growl that escapes your throat when you push two fingers deep inside her with a groan of pleasure. She cries out at the feel of being filled so completely, hips rocking back against your invading fingers as she craves more.

Her entire body shudders at the sound of your voice, her pussy clenching around your fingers in response to the image your words paint. "Please," she whispers, barely above a whisper now. "Fuck me." The word is rough and dirty, and it feels incredible rolling off her tongue. She's so close, the edges of reality blurring as sensation after sensation washes over her in a wave of ecstasy. Her hips move faster against your hand, desperate for release from this unending ache deep inside her.

Her breasts rise and fall rapidly with each shuddering breath, nipples tight and hard beneath the fabric of her bra. She grips the sheets tighter still, biting back a moan as you begin to thrust your fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of their hips as they grind against the bed. Her eyes squeeze shut, teeth gritted together as she feels herself start to lose control, falling apart beneath your touch.

She lets out a strangled cry as you push inside her, filling her completely in one swift thrust. The sensation of being claimed by your cock is exquisite agony and ecstasy all at once, her body arching off the bed in response. Her hands fly to grip at your shoulders, nails digging into the skin as she tries to anchor herself, tried to maintain some semblance of control.

Her hips jerk forward, trying to meet every thrust you give her as her body trembles and quakes with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles clench around you, holding you deep inside as she cries out your name over and over again. She's impossibly tight, her inner walls squeezing and massaging your cock in a rhythm all its own, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to your core.

Her head falls back against the pillow with a moan as she writhes beneath you, her body demanding more of this intense connection, more of this overwhelming release. Her fingers clench and uncurl in the sheets, seeking something - anything - to anchor herself to reality as she spirals closer and closer to the edge.