The Pixie

I didn?t know what her problem was, but I was grateful she was having one. We were both grateful. She sat between us on the train and laughed at our dumb jokes, let us get as close to her as we wanted, was touching us a lot. I had my arm on top of her seat, practically around her shoulders, and she didn?t mind. My buddy Eric would touch her thigh every time he made a joke and she?d laugh and touch his hand.My buddy kept giving me these looks. ?She?s ready to party,? his wide-eyed look said. ?Make it happen,? the squinty look said.It was funny because before we started talking to her, she looked like she was crying about something. We entered the train car and instantly spotted her with the cute round face, the pale white skin, black hair, black miniskirt and the white blouse with the tits just poking out, just ready to burst out. I made a little grunt and he nodded.We both agreed she was hot. But we would?ve passed her on by and sat at the back of the train car if she hadn?t looked up and made eye contact with me. I saw a glint of a tear. I didn?t waste time talking myself out of talking to her. I immediately said, ?You need a shot, don?t you??She nodded and five minutes later, I was sitting on one side of her. Eric was on the other side. Eric was listing all the bars around the area, but she didn?t seem all that into the idea of going to a bar. Eric looked at me and bit his lip. The look said, ?Maybe she doesn?t want to party.?But she wasn?t getting up. She wasn?t saying she was busy. She was still comfortable between us.Eric was still glancing at me. He shrugged one shoulder towards her.?Fuck the bars,? I said. They both looked at me. ?We should just walk. Take the night air. Goof around. Maybe go to my place. Smoke up. Get high. Who cares, you know? It?s fucking Friday night!?And she was nodding!Eric went along. ?By the park or something, yeah. Come on. We should do that. Come on.?He was already shifting to get up. I put a hand up, indicating for him to relax. He nodded and looked at her. She was thinking. It looked like a thought was making her angry. I rubbed my hand on her shoulder very lightly. Then she suddenly looked up, gave out a loud breath and smiled.?Yeah,? she said to our delight. ?Let?s just walk. Whatever. I just came from a bar. I don?t Ankara bayan escort want to go back to one.??Yeah!? Eric said, a little too loudly.I stood up as the train was pulling into the next station. I held out my hand for her. She gave that twittering laugh she?s been doing and took my hand and stood up. She walked in front of us to leave the train. Eric was biting his lip, excited.I was enjoying the view. Her short, jet black hair with bluish streaks. Long neck. Nice little ass. These menacing black boots that made her a couple inches taller. A tattoo on her leg.Down the boulevard, she was holding both our hands. I pulled her one way, Eric another, in a gentle tug of war. At the park, she jumped on Eric?s back for a piggyback ride. On the bench, she shared a joint with me and curled up next to me and would moan after she took a puff. At the gas station, she and Eric were trying to shoplift until I made us leave the minimart. When we got to my apartment, she hesitated by the door.?It?ll be fun,? I reassured her. ?We?ll take care of you???You?ll take care of me?? she asked with a gleam in her eye.?We got you,? I told her, taking her hands into mine again. I came up close to her face while she was thinking.?What?s the matter? You got a boyfriend?? Eric asked, breaking our gaze.I glared at him with a WTF face, but then she said, ?Fuck, no!??Oh, shit,? I said, looking down at her. ?Not just ?no?, but ?fuck, no???She looked at me. ?Nobody. Worth. Mentioning,? she added with an eye roll.?Good. Hang with us.?She grinned at that and took a step towards the door. I opened it and took her hand again. Behind her, Eric did a ?Yes!? gesture with his fist. I had her hand. Eric put his hands on her hips. We marched up the stairs together, me practically walking backwards.When we got to our apartment on the third floor, I turned to get my keys out again. Eric?s hands were no longer on her hips. His arms were fully around her waist. His face was buried in her neck. She slid one hand up and let it rest on the back of his head as he kissed her neck. And she looked at me and held her free hand out again. I took it and led them inside.I pointed to where each thing was as I listed them. ?Bedroom. Bedroom. Kitchen. Washroom. Escort bayan Ankara Liquor.?She was trying to pull away from Eric, but Eric was devouring her neck. She giggled that twittering laugh again. ?Let me use the washroom!? Eric pulled away finally. She patted me on the chest as she made her way to the washroom.Eric started adjusting his pants. ?Fuck, man!? He tried to adjust his boner back into a comfortable position. ?That chick?s all right.? He waddled over to my computer to get some music going.?What is up with this girl though?? I said, thinking aloud, while walking to the kitchen to get some beers out. ?It?s like she?s, I don?t know, reacting to something. I think we?re like her rebound or something.??Dude???It?s weird,? I said, lowering my voice to a loud whisper, while checking to see if she had come out yet. ?She?s not even drunk.???Dude???Beautiful girl like that. With us?? I heard the toilet flush and the sink turn on. ?Something?s up.??Dude! Who gives a flying fuck??He put on some dance music.?Oh yeah!? she said, emerging from the washroom, body rolling to the music. Eric clapped and started gyrating awkwardly. She moved to him immediately. He pulled her towards him, kept one hand on her back, put his leg between hers, and danced close with her. She looked over at me and gestured for me to come over. I took a quick sip and rushed over.Eric?s eyes were on her chest as he danced with her. His hands were on her hips but moving up, slowly but obviously. I had her ass burrowing into my crotch, my boner pressing against her, and it felt so good. I had one hand in her hair, the other around her waist, taking Eric?s spot. He raised his hands and went right for her breasts. She moaned. Her hands were up in the air, giving us full access. She bounced to the beat. Eric bent down to kiss her on the lips. She kissed back.I started wondering if she preferred him when she turned around and planted a kiss on my lips as well. She moaned again. Then she started dancing into me again. Eric looked at her hungrily while he started unbuttoning her blouse. She stared back at him the same way. Encouraged by that, he yanked the shirt open instead. She gasped. I looked to see if she was okay.?Boobies!? Eric cried out Bayan escort Ankara in a silly voice as he started grabbing at them.She threw an arm back around my neck and pulled me into her. I kissed her while I was dry humping her. Eric was bending down to bring his face to her pale, pinkish breasts. He put his face between them and slapped them towards him.She pulled away from us briefly to grab something from her purse. She came back to the scene holding her smartphone. She was facing me this time so I could enjoy her tits while Eric started pulling up her skirt. She started taking pictures.She was laughing as she took selfie after selfie. One with me between her breasts. Another with Eric sucking one nipple and me sucking the other. Three pictures of her dancing between us, breasts out, giving a thumbs-up, then a peace sign, then the middle finger. Another picture of Eric trying to pull her panties down with his teeth before she stopped him.She stopped to take a phone call. She walked over to the kitchen with her skirt rolled up around her waist, the lacey band of her panties rolled down.?Man, we?re gonna tear this shit up!? Eric said to me through gritted teeth.She sounded angry responding to whoever she was talking to.?Probably the boyfriend,? I said, pointing a thumb at her.?She said she didn?t have one. Who cares anyway???No, she said, ?fuck no?, which means she?s just having problems right now.?Eric changed the music to something smoother. When she came back, she was readjusting her skirt and closing her blouse.?You ripped the buttons!? she said.?Sorry,? Eric shrugged. ?You?re just too fucking hot.?She laughed at that. ?My God???Who was that?? I asked her.Eric shook his head at me.She shrugged. ?Some dickhead.??Yeah??Eric shook his head again at me, more vigorously and did a cut-off gesture by his neck. I nodded.?We were in the middle of a conversation,? I said to her.She looked at me confused. ?About what???About this.? I kissed her again on the neck. She smiled.?And about this,? she said kissing me on the lips as I touched her breasts. She giggled. She dropped her hands and the blouse started opening again.?Yeah,? Eric said, coming to us.She closed her eyes and moaned as we went slower with her, with softer kissing and caressing as she rocked to the music. Her phone rang again, and she ignored it. We were doing something right, I figured. I had her breasts. Eric tried to reach around to her panties, but I moved down first and planted kisses on that sweet little bulge of silk between her legs. Eric went for her breasts, but my hands were still up there.