Birthday Lap Dance Drives Him Wild!

It is the birthday boy’s special day.

And I know all he’s ever wanted me to gift him is my sweet pussy.  But maybe a birthday lap dance will make a good present.  Because he’s certainly not getting anything more than that.

Cooper and I have been besties for a few years.  We met in our freshman sociology class at college.  I knew we were going to be fast friends when I sat down next to him and he told me my dress was super slutty.  At first, I thought he might be gay.  I mean, what straight guy says that to a girl he doesn’t know at all?  But he followed up with how much he liked it.  Then blurted out that it was making his dick hard.  It made me feel pretty good because my goal was to look extra slutty that day.  The professor was incredibly hot.  And I was hoping he might notice more about me than just my failing grade.  I would have given Professor Richards a birthday lap dance any day of the week!

Turns out, making Cooper’s dick hard was the compliment I needed instead.  I laughed at his persistence as he tried to ask me over to his dorm room after class.  Have to give it to a guy who doesn’t take no for an answer.

After laughing off his advances for a few months, we settled into a really nice friendship.  He’s always the first one to tell me my tits look great in a new top.  He listens to my stories about all the different guys I’ve fucked.  We are always playfully flirting when we hang out.  Yet, he seems to be okay just being my friend.  And as the years went by, we turned into best friends.  And teasing him is one of my favorite pastimes.

It wasn’t necessarily my plan to give him a birthday lap dance.

It was his big birthday – finally 21!  I guess it is a little strange for a guy to have a girl as his best friend, but that’s what we are.  So when all of his guy friends planned his birthday celebration to be at the strip club, I was invited.  Certainly, I didn’t mind.  I can appreciate a beautiful naked woman as much as any guy.  Maybe Cooper would get lucky and one of his friends would buy him a birthday lap dance.

Unfortunately for him, all the girls at the club were interested in me.  I sat front and center at the stage with him and his friends, tossing cash all over.  But the strippers were mostly interested in getting to know me.  And by getting to know, I mean rubbing their tits in my face and letting me slide dollar bills inside their g-string.  All of Cooper’s friends were going crazy when this sexy blonde stripper climbed into my lap, slipping her tongue in my mouth and her hands up my dress.

Things calmed down after a few hours, and we called it a night.  I couldn’t let Cooper go home alone without some kind of special birthday celebration just for him.  So I followed him back to his place and surprised him with a cupcake and a candle I’d kept in my car.  He is my best friend, and he deserves a celebration on his big day.  He was pleased; his smile gave it away.  And as I looked at his cute face and thankful grin, I decided he deserved a birthday lap dance after all.

It was time for me to take control.

“Go sit down,” I commanded, his eyes wide with surprise at my boldness.  “I’ve got one more gift for you.”  He wiped the cupcake frosting off his hands and sat on the loveseat.  Slowly, I walked over to him, running my hands over my little black dress.  “I’m going to give you a birthday lap dance you’ll never forget.”

He nodded, swallowing hard.  I pulled my dress over my head and let him see my perfect naked tits.  Instinctively, he reached up to touch them.  And I allowed it.  I was never going to be his perfect girlfriend, I was never going to let him enjoy sensual anal pleasure with me.  But I would let him enjoy my boobs.  He squeezed and pinched my nipples as I climbed up on top of him, rubbing my pussy against his crotch.  Unsurprisingly, Cooper was rock hard.  My birthday lap dance was turning him on so much.

I was grinding up and down on him, even taking his hand and placing it between my legs so he could feel my soaked panties.  I wasn’t going to fuck Cooper, but I could make him feel good knowing he was turning me on.  As the beat of the music picked up, I turned myself around, sliding my ass up and down his thighs.

“Kayla, Kayla, wait, hold on, it’s too much,” Cooper exclaimed, squirming under me.  He grabbed my hips to lift me up.  But he wasn’t fast enough.  I felt the warmth seeping through his jeans against my ass.  My birthday lap dance had made my bestie cum in his pants.

“Well then,” I said as I stood up and grabbed my car keys.  “Happy birthday, Coopie.”

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