I was starting to understand some of the comments about men that I had heard from women over the years; he seemed kind of selfish tonight. The next da... Steve wanted to sleep in so I dressed in some short shorts and a tank top and kept myself busy painting my toenails and fingernails and reading some of the women’s magazines his mom had. Once Steve got up he was hungry and wanted to go eat. I told him I was afraid to go out in the daytime and he told me not to worry in a tone that told me not to. I shutter and grab the bed throwing my head back arching my back. The fact you haven’t even touched me, where I so need you badly, and it’s bringing me on the brink of an orgasm is making my mind trip out. My eyes closed and my shallow heavy breathing coming off my lips…my chest rising and falling. I look down at your head in between my legs. You grab my ankles pushing them up to my head…I squeal from the rush of adrenaline I get from how strong you are, how you just take me, and do as you. He started pumping me slow at first; but then he fucked me with no mercy. I felt used by him, like if I was a ragged doll. But my body was betraying me, as it loved the hard dick my womb. It hurt a little, since it was too thick…Matt pushed me harder and he got an incredible pace as he fucked my cunt.Soon I felt I was being pushed to the verge; so I bit his hand covering my mouth and let out a long loud pleasure scream as I came onto his dick.The bastard smiled and he kept pumping me for some. It really was just playful, meaningless flirting and they both knew it. As time went on, however, and their friendship continued to evolve Zoey was forced to admit to herself that there was definitely something more to it than just playing. She knew this because it slowly but surely started to become more than just flirting, more than just teasing each other about how hot they looked or quick, little playful gropes and the like.It was subtle at first, but there was definitely something more.