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I had just let the tip of my velvety soft vibrator penetrate my core when I heard the shrill rings of my phone. Who needed to speak to me now? Can’t it wait just a little longer? Irritated, I picked up the phone and muttered a quick, “Yeah?” “Hey Tiff, how are you?” “Fine, Noelle.” “Did I interrupt something? You sound a little annoyed.” “No, nothing at all.” “Okay, great! Listen, can I come over for a bit? I need to talk to you about something pretty important.” “Sure, see you soon.” I put my phone down and sighed. Now what? The mild heat pulsing down below was a sure sign I couldn’t just let this be, but I had to dress and put some coffee on for Noelle’s arrival. I slipped on a light t-shirt and short skirt, minus the bra and panties to hopefully take care of something before she showed up. Heading downstairs, I went to put coffee on and pulled out some cookies. Whenever Noelle needed to talk, it was always about something bad. She would always spend a long time here, but what else could I do? That’s what friends are for. I strolled over to the couch and sat down on the edge, hiking my skirt up in the process. There was no time to waste, and I started esat escort to rub my clit. I then pushed my middle finger inside myself, and started to manipulate my fingers in tandem. This was bringing me closer, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. I tilted my head back and started moving my hips to match my finger movements. Oh, this felt good. That’s when I heard the knock. I jumped up and banged my shin off the coffee table. “Fuck.” I tried to wipe my hand on the inside of my skirt as I walked to the front door. I grabbed the handle and pulled, and that’s when I felt a small trickle of what could only be my juice running down my thigh. I really hope she didn’t notice. “Tiffany! Thank you so much for letting me come over, I’ve had the worst day.” “No problem, come on in. I have coffee and cookies, and let’s hear all about it.” She walks in and heads straight for the kitchen. She plops in a chair and I bring her a coffee with milk, and two chocolate chips cookies. I sit in the chair beside her, hoping it will soak up any remaining juice, and she starts into a long rant about her boss and how he’s treating her. “He makes etimesgut escort bayan me feel like a piece of meat and that’s all. He told me to get a file from the bottom shelf, and I know it was just to stare at my ass! Then I was bent over by a desk and he came up behind me and I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my ass. Then I got home, and Steve said he didn’t want to be with me anymore. He had all his stuff packed, and he just left! What did I do?” She started to cry so I ran my hands over her tan arms and pulled her into an embrace. I could feel her hot tears soak into my shirt. “Your boss is such a creep. That’s not right at all; did you talk to somebody about what he did?” She sniffled. “No, because he caught me playing with myself at my desk, so if I try to get him into trouble, I’ll end up getting fired!” The thought of her sitting at her desk, reaching a hand down to spread her lovely folds open, started the fire down between my thighs. The sounds of her sobs brought me back from my imagination. “Oh sweetheart, it will be okay. Do you want to spend the night here? That way, if Steve tries Escort etlik to make an appearance, you won’t be anywhere near there.” “Thanks Tiff, I was hoping you’d ask. I already have everything.” “Why don’t we move to the living room? We can watch a movie if you’d like.” She rose and walked towards the living room, and I couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. What was I doing? I stood up and glanced down, and there is a large round wet spot left in the seat! I make a mental note to clean it later, and head into the living room. Noelle was standing in front of the seat I was sitting in earlier, staring down at the cushion. “Did you spill something here?” “Haha, oh, yeah. I was drinking some water and when you knocked, it startled me.” She stared at me before shrugging and sitting down. We made more small talk, and she started to look happier. “Thanks for letting me come over, it has really helped. I really appreciate it, Tiff.” I just smiled and hugged her. “You know you can come to me anytime. I’ll be here no matter what.” She gripped me tighter and I felt our breasts mash together. Noelle then stepped back a little, to look right at me, and then gave me a soft peck on the cheek. ”Is this okay?” “It couldn’t be better.” I let my hands run up and down her back, all the way down her ass. “I need this, can we do this? I just need to feel loved, Tiffany.” “You know I love you, you goof.” I looked at her eyes, and saw just how needy she was.

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