Lisa is such a good friend, and that’s why sometimes I let her sleep over. Okay, that’s not the only reason—I mean, who wouldn’t want her to sleep over?—and truth be told I let her sleep over whenever she wants, even if most of the time her guy Teagan tags along.

She realizes my bed is not all that big. Okay, partly that’s because I’m big. But Lisa is small, relatively speaking, so there’s room. There’s even room when Teagan joins her. And he almost always joins her ... In more ways than one, if you know what I mean. He’s a good sort, and I know how much Lisa cares for him, so far be it from me to ... well, whatever.

But I have to admit, when the two of them carry on in my bed it can get a bit distracting. For instance today I was curled up up near the top—okay, when I’m up near the top I’m not that far from the bottom, and Lisa was lying on her back, sprawled deliciously out, and the perfume of her arousal was more than a little intoxicating. Sprawled out, I repeat, such that her sex lips were clearly parted, her clitoris clearly erect, her cunt juice clearly and enthusiastically seeping.