[f] No clothes allowed in the pillowfort… [Part 2]

I'm not sure how it ended up like this; me and friend Jason, lying side by side in the enclosed space of the pillowfort, the soft walls and low-slung ceiling making the space feel cosy and warm, both of us staring down at my freshly-revealed and completely naked body, my breasts and pussy on full display for the first time in our friendship.

I shifted slightly, a tiny movement that sent undulating waves through my tits, my stiff nipples rocking backwards and forwards, filling me with equal parts shame and arousal.

"Jason…" I whispered, still looking down at myself in the dim-light from the laptop, the colours of the film dancing across the smooth soft mound of my pussy. "Did you forget the rules?"

"Rules?" he asked, his voice seeming to come from far away, his eyes still transfixed on his friend's naked body.

I smirked to myself, enjoying the way his brain had so quickly turned to mush at the sight of my exposed flesh. I clicked my fingers a few times, the way one does when they are trying to get the attention of an animal. At this, Jason seemed to awaken from a trance, his eyes meeting mine and revealing a delicious mix of fear, panic, excitement, and obvious arousal.

"Yes, silly. The rules of the fort." I looked down at his sweatpants. "You seem to be a little overdressed. I'd hate to have to kick you out…"

"Oh," he said, rolling onto his back, looking up at the blanket suspended above us. "I guess that applies to me too, huh?"

"It's only fair," I said. "I mean, look at me…"

I leaned back slowly, arching my spine just enough to accentuate my curves, every soft swell of my body presented to him. His eyes traced down from my collarbones, lingering on the rise of my full, heavy breasts—pale and smooth, with nipples stiffened into peaks from excitement. His gaze traveled further down, over my gently curving waist and soft belly, to the plush roundness of my hips, which framed the softness of my pussy, framed delicately as it was between my thick thighs. I felt powerful, fertile, and irresistible; like some sort of goddess.

It had all started out as a bit of a joke, but I had to admit it was exhilarating to see Jason looking at my body. Arousing, even. I fought the urge to open my legs and glide my fingers over my clit. He was staring at me, seeming to be having similar thoughts.

"I seem to have lost you again," I teased. "Am I going to have to undress you myself?"

"Sarah," Jason whispered, his voice stripped of bravado. I had never heard him like this before, not in all the years of our friendship, and…to put it bluntly…it made me want to fuck.

"Mmm-hmm?" I hummed, pushing my breasts together a little with my forearms. "What's the matter?"

"It's just…" He hesitated. "Okay well it's kind of embarrassing but…I'm…kinda hard."

I shrugged. "I don't care. Rules are rules. Get naked."

Jason remained frozen. I watched his throat bob as he swallowed hard, considering his life choices.

"I promise I won't look..." I teased. "...much."

"I guess…" he said. "As long as you're okay with it…" Without another word, he reached down and slowly pulled the waistband of his sweats down, his cock springing free, flushed and hard, curved against his stomach.

I sucked in a breath.

Fuck.

I kept my face neutral. I didn't look directly. Not right away. I just lay back onto the pillows, arms above my head, letting my breasts rise with my breathing, my nipples fully erect in the dim light. I was trying to remain calm, but inside I was on fire, and I knew I had already left a wet patch on whatever blanket was beneath me.

"There," I said as Jason's clothes found their new home in a heap beside him, both of us now completely naked. "Rules followed. We can finally watch the film. Right?"

"Right," he said, his cock twitching slightly as he said it.

The movie played on but neither of us said anything. That was the unspoken rule now—if we talked about it, it might break the spell. So instead, we lay side by side, neither of us touching, neither of us saying a word, both pretending like this was totally normal.

But my pussy throbbed with need, and I could still see his cock twitching in the corner of my eye, his stomach rising and falling with tight, controlled breaths.

I wanted to touch it. I wanted to wrap my lips around it. I wanted to feel it inside me.

Instead, I brought one hand up to my breast, pretending to idly adjust it, but really I just wanted to feel how hard my nipple was. I pinched it lightly, watching him from the corner of my eye.

He did a great job of pretending not to look, but his cock jumped again, and I bit my lip, wondering how it would feel to twitch inside me.

This was wrong. So so wrong. This was Jason. My friend. The guy who had helped me move apartments. Who knew my worst ex and my most embarrassing drunk stories. The guy who made me grilled cheese sandwiches and never once tried to sleep with me.

And I was lying here naked, showing him my whole body, dripping wet, while his cock twitched inches away from my thigh.

It was all the pillowfort's fault…

I let my fingers trail lightly down my side, grazing the curve of my waist, over my hip, and toward the crease between thigh and pussy. Not touching—just…close. I lifted my thighs just enough to open myself up a little, my pussy almost completely visible if only he even dared to look. I was soaked. I could feel the wetness against my inner thighs. And from the soft, unsteady sound Jason made beside me, he could see it too.

But he still didn't touch himself. And neither did I. We just watched each other not watching. The restraint was agony—and ecstasy. I reached for the popcorn, just to do something. My breasts jiggled softly with the motion, and I pretended not to notice how Jason tensed.

"You good?" I asked softly, not looking at him.

"Mm-hmm." His voice cracked slightly. "You?"

I smiled. "Yeah."

A pause.

This was driving me fucking crazy.

I reached out and placed my hand on his stomach.

He didn't move.

I let it rest there for a moment, fingers splayed, feeling the tightness of his abs, the tension in his breathing. Then I let it slide lower, slowly, slowly, until my fingers hovered just above the root of his cock.

Jason let out a sound like he was being choked.

I still didn't touch him. Not yet.

I curled my fingers just a little closer, the backs brushing against the base of his shaft, not wrapping around it, not yet. Just a whisper of contact.

He shivered.

And I finally whispered. "I have an idea for a new rule…"