There was no better feeling than pulling down the pants of your friend after you drugged her.

  I grinned, pulling the elastic waistband of my sleeping beauty's sweatpants over her knees, admiring the way they clung to her shapely hips as I lowered them to her ankles. My cock strained at my briefs, already leaking at the thought of what I was about to do. Michelle was sprawled across her bed, her long hair spilling around her head, the silky locks almost the same shade as her smooth, creamy skin. She was breathing deeply, her pink lips slightly parted, her chest rising and falling with each deep inhalation.

  I stood there in the darkness of her room, staring down at her. I could just make out the curves of her body under her blankets. Her full tits pressed against her soft, fuzzy comforter, her nipples poking through the fabric. I wanted to yank the comforter off her, but the thrill of what I was doing was already pushing me to the edge. I knew if I saw her body, I'd lose it.

  And I couldn't come, not yet.

  Michelle and I were friends, and that meant she trusted me. So she would never know that I had drugged her. Would never know that I had crept into her room, stripped her naked, and took pictures. That I had stroked my dick to her sweet little pussy. She'd never know any of that.

  But I'd know.

  My hand shook as I lifted my phone and snapped another picture. In the last ten minutes, I'd already taken a dozen, all of her perfect tits and sweet pussy. She looked so peaceful, her eyes closed and her face turned to the side. But even under the covers, she was sexy.

  I put the phone back down and reached for her shirt. Her nipples poked up against the fabric and I pinched them, squeezing her tits in my hands. My balls tingled, and I had to back off. I grabbed the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her breasts, revealing her bare chest. I stared down at her round globes, her pale pink nipples hard and tight, begging for my tongue. I pulled her shirt up farther, over her mouth. The fabric caught on her lower lip, puckering it, and I had to stop myself from kissing her.

  She was too sexy. I couldn't stand it anymore.

  I had to have her.

  My cock pulsed and throbbed, and I knew I was going to shoot my load the second I got it inside her. I couldn't help it. I'd been thinking about this for months. I'd been planning it. I pushed her legs apart, her thighs falling to the sides. Her pussy was already glistening, even though I hadn't touched her. Her lips were soft and puffy, and the sight of her spread open made me ache.

  I shoved my briefs down, kicking them off. My cock bobbed up, the tip of my shaft wet and swollen.

  I had to lean over and take a taste of her. She was already wet. I kissed her slit, running my tongue up and down her soft folds. Her clit was hard and her cunt was warm and inviting. I climbed up between her legs, my heart racing. I'd never been so turned on in my life. I ran my fingers down her smooth thighs, parting them wide.

  I had to have her.

  The anticipation was killing me.

  I lined my cock up with her wet opening. She was so wet that I slid in easily. Her hot, velvety walls wrapped around me and I gasped.

  "Oh god," I groaned, pushing deeper inside her.

  It felt incredible. I leaned forward, resting my hands on either side of her head, staring down into her beautiful face. Her lips were still slightly parted, her cheeks pink.

  Her pussy gripped me tight, pulling me deeper.

  I started to fuck her.

  I thrust into her, slow and steady at first, taking my time, savoring every moment. Her walls were slick and warm, and I wanted to stay inside her forever. But her cunt was too good. The more I fucked her, the faster I moved, the more intense it became.

  I stared down at her tits bouncing with each thrust, her lips slightly parted, and all I could think about was coming inside her.

  Never in a million years would she have agreed to this.

  We were friends, and that was all.

  But that was what made this so fucking hot.

  Rape.

  I was raping her.

  She'd never know. She'd wake up and feel sore and maybe think she had a weird dream, but she'd never know it was me. She'd never know it was my dick deep inside her.

  She'd never know how much I wanted her.

  I started to fuck her faster, grunting with each thrust. My balls were already drawn up tight, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I lost it.

  And then she moaned.

  It was low and deep and barely there. Her lips vibrated, and her pussy gripped my dick.

  I looked down at her and she was looking back at me, her eyes half-closed, her gaze unfocused.

  "Fuck," I whispered, slowing down, my cock pulsing and throbbing.

  Her eyes rolled back and her head lolled to the side. Her breathing was labored, her lips wet and shiny.

  If she were awake, my life would be over.

  But she was still asleep.

  I didn't know how much time I had, but I knew I had to finish.

  I couldn't stop now.

  My balls ached.

  I kept thrusting into her. Her cunt was so wet and slick, and my cock was so hard.

  I was going to come inside her.

  My balls drew up, tight and hard, and my cock throbbed.

  I slammed into her, burying myself deep.

  I came so hard that my vision blurred.

  My dick pulsed and throbbed as jet after jet shot inside her. I'd never come so hard in my life. My muscles quivered, and my knees were weak.

  But I didn't want to stop.

  I was still hard, and her pussy was still gripping me, squeezing me, pulling me in.

  I was going to stay inside her.

  I was going to spend the night, buried deep inside her.

  My heart raced, and I knew there was no way she was going to sleep through this.

  Maybe she'd wake up and scream. Maybe she'd be mad. Maybe she'd never speak to me again.

  But it would be worth it.

  Because for one night, I'd had her.

  She was mine.

  I would never forget this night.

  The night I drugged and raped my best friend.