Alex turned eighteen today, and the house still buzzed with leftover party noise downstairs. Jordan, his sharp-tongued best friend who had always kept him on his toes, had dragged him upstairs with a wicked grin. "Happy birthday, loser," she said, closing the bedroom door. "I got you something better than that lame watch your aunt gave you." Alex laughed nervously, his pulse quickening as Jordan leaned against the dresser, arms crossed. She was all confidence, dark hair falling over one shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief. "What, another sarcastic card?" he shot back. Jordan smirked. "Oh, please. You wish. I've been waiting for you to catch up to me in age so I could do this without feeling like a cradle robber." Their banter flew fast—her teasing him about his awkward high school years, him firing back about her terrible taste in music—yet the air thickened with something hotter. She stepped closer, fingers brushing his arm. "You're horny already, aren't you? I can see it in your face." Alex swallowed hard. "Maybe. You always know how to push buttons." Jordan's hand slid lower, palming the growing hardness in his jeans. "This button?" she whispered, voice low and playful. She unzipped him slowly, freeing his cock which stood hard and eager. "Look at that. All for me on your big day." Her grip was firm yet teasing as she began stroking, thumb circling the tip. Alex groaned, leaning back against the wall. "Jordan, fuck, that feels..." "Witty comeback failing you?" she laughed, speeding up, her other hand gripping his ass. Sweat beaded on his forehead as she worked him, pussy visibly wet through her thin shorts, dripping with her own arousal. She wasn't submissive; she directed every move, telling him exactly how she wanted him panting. "Tell me how horny you are," she demanded. "So fucking horny," he gasped, hips bucking. Jordan dropped to her knees for a moment, giving a quick, sloppy blowjob that made his cock throb, then switched back to her skilled hand. "Don't you dare cum yet," she warned with a grin. The rhythm built, her fingers slick, his breathing ragged. He came hard, cum spilling over her hand in hot pulses while she watched with satisfaction, panting lightly herself. Jordan stood, licking her fingers clean. "Good boy. But next time, I want more than just your birthday treat." She winked, leaving him sweating and spent, already plotting what chapter two would bring.
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