[flirtyforty]

After the light fingering, Kip got up to leave. Rick watched him on the way out. I must have looked like the cat who got the canary, because as soon as Kip was out the door he asked me what happened. After I confessed, I could see that he was annoyed but also turned on. He fucked me hard that night, he usually does when I have been fooling around with another guy. I think he feels like he needs to reclaim me.

Kip didn't come back until the next weekend, so we had plenty of time to negotiate the rules. This is what we agreed on: Bra and panties stay on, no fingering, no blowjob.

On Friday afternoon I got ready for Kip to come over, and I was buzzing with excitement but nervous at the same time. Excited because I wanted to make out with Kip, nervous because he still felt like my little brother in a way. Nevertheless, I wanted to make the most of the evening. I picked out the sheerest, gauziest bra and panty set I could find. My nipples and neatly trimmed bush were clearly visible. I checked with Rick and he pretended to be unhappy but I could tell he was really turned on at the same time. He said again that the lingerie had to stay on. He also said he wanted us up in the bedroom where the neighbors couldn't see us.

When Kip arrived, Rick hid out in the TV room. Kip and I get right down to business. We had our first kiss, which was as hot and passionate as I imagined. I slipped my dress off, and Kip's eyes popped out when he saw my bra and panty set. "Even better than I imagined," he said. I realized that back in college he had been undressing with his eyes all that time. Now he got to see the real thing. Now to brag, but I have a pretty killer bod. Full breasts with
big pointy nips. A round shapely ass. I told Kip that rules Rick gave. He was gentleman and didn't even touch me below the waist. He did suck on my tits through the fabric. Since Kip couldn't finger me, I took care of the myself. I rubbed my wet fingers against me lips to let him taste my juice.

It wasn't long before Kip had a rock hard erection. I unzipped his pants to give him some relief, and was shocked at how big it was. For some reason I always imagined him as below average, but if anything it was slightly above. He already had enough pre-cum for me to give him a hand job without any lube. He let out a fountain of cum, like he was storing up his seed for decades. I realized I had probably went a little too far, and said it was time to leave. That was our evening.