Maeghan Wrist: C01 | [Inside Me: Book II]

Important note from the author:

This is the second part to my last story, Inside Me. You have to read the first part, Inside Me, to be able to appreciate this so please do. This is not a stroke story and if you read it as one, please do not complain if there isn’t enough sex. This shapes into a slightly more serious plot than the previous one so if you didn’t care for that, than I’d suggest not reading this.

Again, you can on your own accord read this without first reading the first part entitled Inside Me, but if you do, please do not complain that you don’t understand what is going on. This does not fare well as a stand alone story and the chapters especially don’t by themselves. If this breaks past your norm, than please remember that I warned you. I wrote this and am releasing this for my fans of the first part and anybody else that picks up on this story from here on.

Thank you.


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Maeghan Wrist

Inside Me: Book 2

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I didn’t know why we were both naked, but nor did I care. For some reason, that wasn’t the most important issue running through my mind. Nevertheless, we were there, on my bedroom floor, sitting Indian style and looking at each other completely naked; Montana and I.

The carpet running up my butt crack and touching the puckered hole inside just magnified how exposed I was; that most physical contact with my floor as I sat nude in front of my best friend. She was most probably feeling the carpet against her fifteen year old butt hole as well; my soft, shaggy floor running under the bottom of her vagina.

She leaned forward, reaching her arm out to me. It was all so real but couldn’t be possible. I never questioned it though. I wanted to tell myself that it was only curiosity that drove my body right then. Her hand made contact with the tender of skin on my belly.

It couldn’t be inappropriate if I returned the gesture.

My own body inched forward bit by bit as my arm stretched toward my friend, her flesh completely exposed.

Contact.

I was feeling the warm skin of her stomach. I broke my vision from that rhythmically tensing spot and scanned up to her face. Her breathing was soft but firm; the air she inhaled and carbon dioxide she exhaled poured from the most innocent smile her face could sport. And Montana could sport one hell of an innocent look.

Her hand moved very slowly up my body. Very gently over my tiny breasts. So carefully onto it where she rested her palm directly on my nipple. Her eyes were glowing in playful curiosity. My mind mimicked in serious interest. I couldn’t stop my own hand from moving under and up onto her larger, firmer breast. Just as my palm settled to fully cup her, I squeezed in immediate reaction to her squeeze. So soft.

The sides of her lips raised a little and her arm fell with considerable speed down my body. She touched my vagina!

Feeling her palm rub up against my sexual organ washed a wave of heat over my body. And for some reason, I couldn’t stop myself from dropping my own hand down to grip hers. As my fingers curled around her convex mound, I squeezed it. I didn’t know why. She didn’t do it to me first but for some reason I just wanted to feel what it was like.

Involuntarily, for the first time, I smiled. As I looked to hers, it became uneasy and shy. She seemed scared that she was receiving that excess attention from me, like I took it further than I was allowed. I could just feel that she was scared of Ean. Because I was Ean’s and what I just did to her would make him jealous and turn against her.