4 comments/ 29382 views/ 15 favorites Best Friends Pt. 01 By: kholoblicin As always, both parties are over 18. Neither has a name given, just nicknames for her, terms of endearment. Unlike some of the other reluctance stories I've read here, Hers stems from her mind not being fully aligned with her body. Forgive any errors, I've not had this edited. Based a bit on my own experiences. I hope you like. ***** The two best friends lay on the bed, listening to the thunderstorm raging outside her hotel room window. He faced her on his side, resting his cheek on his hand, propped up on his elbow. He delighted in the way she shivered as his hand glided over her belly. When his pinky caressed her flesh just above the waistband of her sweatpants, she gasped and captured his hand in both of hers. It looked so massive in her tiny grasp. "We can't. I'm married." He moved his hand to cup her cheek. "Do you want me to stop?" She glanced away. "You're in the driver's seat, my love. Just say the word, and I'll stop." When she said nothing, he trailed his index finger down the side of her neck. Her eyes closed. "Why do you have so much power over me?" "You allow it," he rasped. "I shouldn't." "Of course you should." He traced the tip of his finger around the base of her breast through her shirt and bra. "This isn't right." "Does it feel good?" "That's beside the point." He gently cupped her breast. "That is the point." A gentle squeeze. "Feeling good. Feeling what you've never experienced before." "But I have." His hand stilled. "Oh? When?" "Two years ago when you last visited." "Oh. That doesn't count then." "Why doesn't it?" He turned her to face him, his touch feather light. "Because we didn't go as far as we both wanted to." "We went as far as I wanted." "Did we?" "Yes." "Are you certain?" "I am." He stroked her erect nipple through the soft cotton of her clothes. "Why don't I believe you?" "Because it's easier for you to pretend I want you more than I really do?" His hand trailed down over her belly, and his eyes followed. When he slipped his hand under her shirt, he glanced back to her own. "You don't sound certain of that." Her back arched as his fingers skimmed over her skin. "I..." "Yes?" A gasp was his only response when his hand once more closed over her breast, this time with only her bra to protect her from his hot touch. "Baby Girl?" She moaned as his fingertips grazed the top of her left breast. A light scrape of his nail over her sensitive flesh elicited another gasp. "You were about to say something, I think." His voice was amused. "This isn't fair." Her voice was a whisper, her breathing ragged. "Oh, this is perfectly fair." She shook her head. "How about if I show you what unfair is?" "Uh-uh." "What was that?" He shifted so he was above her, gazing down into her face. Her eyes were closed as she reveled in the sensations he was causing. He rested between her legs, noting how her right heel kept sliding up and down his calf. "Did you say 'Please do'?" She again shook her head. "As you wish, my love." He slid down her body and pushed up her shirt. His lips touched down, very gentle, on her bare belly. Her back arched. "Please." "Please what, Baby Girl?" He licked her abdomen. "This?" A moan answered him. "Or this?" His teeth scraped at her tender skin. Her hands came down and she twined her fingers in his hair. Her shirt slid over her torso, moving just ahead of his magical mouth. The air hit her exposed breasts. Her eyes flew open and she pushed his head back a little. "You can't." "I bet I can." To prove his point, his tongue flicked against the underside of her left breast. She gasped louder. "Please stop. I don't want this." He raised his head and gazed into her darkened eyes. "Liar." "No. Not while I'm married." "You realize I can smell your arousal, don't you?" "I'm not saying I'm not turned on." "What are you saying then?" "Just not right now. Please?" "Would you say why?" She opened her mouth. "Without repeating that you're married." She sighed and made no move to cover herself. "I don't want to be a whore." "I wasn't planning on giving you any money for the pleasure I give you." He kissed the tip of her nose. "So, that rules out prostitution." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine. I don't want to be a slut." "The word slut was coined to attempt to shame women for the number of partners they had, and, in particular, to attempt to control the pleasure they got from sex." He tweaked her stiff nipple between his thumb and index finger. "Mmm." She opened her eyes again. "If I give in, I'll be a cheater." "Impossible." "How so?" He rolled her nipple. Her back arched again. Her hips matched the movement. "Cheaters never win, remember?" His voice was thick. Her eyes drifted shut as she succumbed to his touch. They flew open once more when his mouth engulfed her left nipple. "Oh, Jesus!" Lightning ripped through her body, centered on her tit where his mouth worked at the nipple. Her legs went around his hips and squeezed as the pleasure shot through her. Warmth suffused her body as all the tension left her. "Holy shit," she gasped. "How did you do that?" The words were panted out. "Cause an orgasm from sucking your breast?" "Yes!" "It comes from your level of excitement." He smiled at her. "That's never happened before." She shook her head. "I didn't know it was possible." "I know." "How?" "You told me two years ago that you almost had an orgasm just from me caressing your breasts." He kissed his way back down her body and untied her pants, pushing them down as he went. She tried to sit up. "No." He looked up at her. "I want to taste you." She moaned at the idea. Once more, he moved further down her body. "NO." He sat up. "Why not?" "You'll make me an adulterer." "Impossible." "No, it isn't. I'm married." "It is." He smirked. "Only males can be adulterers. Women are adulteresses." She sat up, readjusting her clothes. "You have an answer for everything, don't you?" She sent a glare his way. "I don't have an answer for why you fight so hard against what you want so badly." "I told you: I. Am. Married." He shot to his feet and leaned against the dresser. "You don't make any damned sense. You don't love him, or respect him, but you won't go for what your heart and body clearly want." "He's the father of my children." "A shitty father." "No, he's a good father to the girls." "Teaching them that it's okay to berate their mother? That it's okay for a guy to yell at her? That the lack of affection is the way it is supposed to be in a relationship?" He folded his arms across his chest. "How is that being a good father?" "He plays with them." Her words were soft, as if she knew how shallow what she offered was. "He screamed at a three year old for being selfish." "Once." "Oh. That makes it all better doesn't it?" "I'm sorry I can't give you what you want and deserve." "You deserve it more than I do." "No I don't. I'm a terrible person." "You're not." She started to reply, but he cut her off. "Subject change?" She nodded. He reached out, smoothed her clothes, and brushed his fingers through her hair. "I won't push you anymore. I'll wait." She smiled. "Thank you." "Now, how about I show you something awesome?" Her left eyebrow arched upward. "Last time you said that, you ended up with your mouth on my tit." He grinned. "Was it not awesome?" She blushed. "Yes." "This is something safer for your sanity, I promise." "What's that?" "I'm gonna take you somewhere I've been promising to." He hooked her coat from the door and helped her into it. Spinning his around his shoulders and on, he said, "Come on." Taking her hand, he led her outside the hotel and up the main road. Thirty minutes later, they stood at the entrance of a hiking trail. Snow began to fall. The muffling effect of the precipitation added to the beauty of the moment. He pulled a pair of gloves from his pockets and placed them on her small red hands. He brushed flakes from her lashes and gave her a light kiss. Giving her hand a gentle tug, he led her up the path. The ground grew wetter at first, and then became white as they wound their way through the woods. The babbling of a brook echoed in the still air. As they gazed at the water, a wild rabbit raced along the bank and disappeared into a snow covered bush. Her giggle covered the sound of the stream for a moment. A few moments later, they continued on. As they hiked, he couldn't keep his eyes off of her. The joy she displayed at walking the same trail he had, made him happy. Bringing her smiles and happiness were some of the greatest things he could do. She caught him watching her. "What?" "I was thinking about how beautiful you are, and how lucky I am to have you in my life." "Awww." She hugged his arm. "I'm the lucky one." They climbed a steep hill and reached a trestle bridge over the river. A sharp wind cut across, causing her to shiver. "Are you cold, Angel?" She nodded. He touched the thin material of her coat. "No wonder. That's not a real coat." He unzipped his. "Swap coats with me." "You'll freeze." "When you put mine on, you'll see why I won't." She acquiesced and exchanged coats. She rolled her eyes shut as she reveled in the warmth she discovered. "Mmm. It's like being embraced by a fire." Her eyes opened and flicked to him. "How is this possible?" He shrugged. "I don't know. I've always generated a lot of body heat." He pointed to the sky as a flock of geese flew by, honking strenuously. "That's called a 'skein,'" she said. "What is?" "The geese. When they fly in formation like that, that's what they're called." "Hmm. What're they called when not flying?" "A gaggle." He snorted. "That's some funny shit right there, I tell you whut." "You're silly." "You love it." "I do." Her voice was soft again. "Well, we've hiked three miles already. Do you want to head back, or keep going?" "Let's keep going. I want to see more of this trail." "Alrighty. Let's go." He took her hand again. She smiled to herself, pleased with how easy and unstudied the movement was for him. He always did things like this. Things that made her feel girly, weak, yet strong, giddy and fearless. She felt loved. As the pair hiked, he pointed out sections of the trail where he'd paused to take the pictures he'd sent her. It was wonderful how he lead, but didn't pull at her. He would guide, but also trusted her to pick her way over some of the fallen trees which blocked the path, standing by, ready to catch her if she fell. He always made her feel safe and secure. Protected, but not coddled. She let out a small sigh at the unfairness of being in love with this man, but being unable to tell him due to her vows. He gently squeezed her hand, calling her attention to a couple of squirrels chasing each other through the trees. She grinned so hard she thought her cheeks would break. Tugging on his hand, she said, "Have I told you how happy you make me?" He beamed. "You just did." They came to a wide avenue. He pointed east. "Down that road is my house. Ahead of us is more of the trail. How far do you wish to go?" "As far as you wish to take me." A low chuckle escaped him. "Be careful saying things like that. An asshole like me could - would - take it in a different manner than you intended." "You're not an asshole. Stop saying that." Coming to the other side of the street, he paused, and kissed the back of her gloved hand. She imagined she could feel the heat of his lips through the tough leather. "Hey, Angel?" "Yes?" "I have a question for you." "What's that?" The corner of his mouth rose at hearing the happiness and eagerness in her question. "Have I told you how much I love you lately?" "Yes." The simple word was accompanied by a luminescent blush. "You went girly, didn't you?" "I did." "I love doing that to you." "I know." She looked up, meeting his gaze. "You always do it to me." She glanced at her coat in his hands. "Are you going to keep carrying that, or put it on?" He flicked his eyebrows and swirled her coat around his shoulders. "There we go: A badass cape." She giggled. "Put it on properly." "Um..." He pointed his thumb at it. "Do you see how small this is on my back?" He turned. "If I were to try it on, I'd rip your jacket." "It's a coat." "Pshh. Is not." "Yes it is." "If it were a coat, it would be thick, and warm. Not tissue thin." "Hey, don't make fun of my coat." He laughed. "I'm not. Making fun." A chortle escaped. "Of your...," he cleared his throat. "Coat, was it?" She narrowed her eyes at him, put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot. "Oh. It this mock outrage?" He waved his hands with a flourish. "Scary." She giggled at his silliness. "You're so..." A flick of his left eyebrow. "Awesome? Sexy? Godly? Studly?" "Silly." "Say, what's that?" His gaze locked on her middle. She looked. "What's what?" He stepped forward and unzipped his coat a third of the way down. "This." "What? I don't see anything." She cast her gaze back and forth, trying to see what he had. He placed his finger on the front of her bra through her shirt, and then drew it up quickly to her chin where he crooked it under her chin. Drawing her face up with a gentle touch, he placed a soft kiss on her lips. The suddenness of his action, combined with the tenderness of the kiss overrode her senses and she found herself kissing him back. Her eyes shut, she savored the kiss. His tongue slid across her lower lip and she gave him access to the inside of her mouth. He explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, enjoying her taste . His tongue glided over her teeth, before beckoning her to return the favor. Her movements were tentative compared to his own. She matched the motion of her tongue to his, trying not to make any mistakes. He surprised her by gently sucking on her tongue before swirling his around hers. Her arms went around his neck and she felt his hands on her hips. He pulled her closer to him and she moaned when she felt his hardness pressing against her belly through his jeans. She responded by sliding her tongue along his and encouraging him to return to the inside of her mouth. He took her up on the offer and she sucked on it before swirling her tongue around his. He broke the kiss to trail his lips along her jaw. Her breathing was ragged and her heart pounded. His lips found the side of her neck, and she gasped. She twinned her fingers in his hair. Fire flashed through her belly when she felt his teeth score her neck. She whispered his name. His hands came up and he cupped her cheeks as he kissed her again. She responded by nipping his lower lip. His hands slid down her body, his right coming to rest on her breast for a bare moment before giving a gentle squeeze and slipping back down to her hips. "Bite me, Baby Girl." "What?" "Bite my neck." "I can't. I don't want to hurt you." "You won't. Trust me." She gave his neck a small nip, barely opening her mouth as she did so. He groaned with pleasure. "Harder." She opened her mouth a little further and bit him, just a bit harder than last time. Again he moaned with pleasure. His hands slipped off her hips and came around to her butt. He cupped her bum and asked her to bite him like she meant it. Again, she gave him a small bite, not wanting to risk hurting him. He responded by gripping her ass and squeezing it the way she liked. Liquid heat raced through her. She felt herself get wet as he nipped her neck again. While they were gentle, his bites were harder than hers were. She moaned, grabbed his hair and pulled his face back. She then kissed his hard, and hungrily. She reveled in his taste. It was mint with a hint of spearmint. Just like his toothpaste. She barely noticed when he slid his hand between them and unbuttoned her jeans. The coolness of his hand against her heated sex snapped the trance she'd been in. "What're you doing?" "This." His finger traced the outline of her through her panties. She moaned and then pulled away. "Not in public." She buttoned her jeans again, and smoothed down her shirt and zipped his coat again. She looked back at him. His chest heaved as he panted. His brown eyes were lust darkened to almost black. He ran his fingers through his hair as he watched her put herself together again. Her white sweater was tugged back over her jeans and his coat zipped closed. She used her fingers as a comb and straightened her auburn ponytail. He took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way his heart longed to leap from his chest and his lungs tried to join it. His focus on her was laser sharp from desire and longing. The dark brown coat which fit him almost perfect engulfed her. The waist of it hung to her knees, and the sleeves went way passed her hands. Her normally hazel eyes seemed to be dark brown due to the dilation of her pupils from her arousal. Her naturally pink lips were darkened and swollen from the intensity of their kissing. She surprised him when she took his hand. "Let's keep going." They went further along the trail, getting further and further from the city. After thirty minutes of walking in companionable silence, he brought her to a halt. Placing his finger against his lips, he gently pushed her against a tree. He licked his finger and held it in the air. "Good." His voice was a whisper. "The wind is blowing at us." The snow had stopped twenty minutes prior. He reached into the pocket of his coat and removed a pair of binoculars. He put them to his face and scanned the woods ahead of them. He smiled and passed them to her. Pointing, he indicated where she should look. "Over near the rapids where the river comes to a shallow pool. Do you see her?" "I do." There was an almost childlike glee in her voice. A tawny furred white-tailed deer drank from the water. Her tail flicked back and forth. As she watched, an eight-point buck approached and joined the doe. The stag's coat was a darker brown than the female's. "Look at the doe." She passed the binoculars back to him. When he focused on the doe, he noticed the expanse of her belly. "She's pregnant." "Yup. I'd say about ready to give birth, too." "Spring is technically in a week." "I know. Eight days after my birthday." "I remember. When we return you to your hotel room, you have to change so that I can take you out for a belated birthday dinner." "No, you have to save your money." "We had a deal, remember?" "That's not fair. I got sick." "Are you whining?" "Maybe." She looked at him from under her eyelashes. "Did it work?" He chuckled. "No." "Damn it." That elicited further laughter. "Are you laughing at me?" "Never." He sobered. "I'm laughing because of your words and tone. You seemed disappointed. I'm not sure if it was genuine, but, it was cute." He grinned. "Like you." "I'm not cute. I'm badass." "How about badass adorable?" She titled her head to the side. "What's that?" "A person who, while absolutely adorable, is also a total badass." His grin widened. "Someone who'd make you go 'Aww, who's a widdle asskicker? Who's a widdle asskicker?'" She laughed. "No adopting cutesy-poo talk with me." "Shall we resume our hike, or would you like to go back?" "I'm getting a little hungry..." "Right-hand pocket." She put her hand in and pulled out a bag of almonds. "Are you prepared for everything?" "Not quite everything." He reached inside the coat again. She gasped when his knuckles scraped against her right breast. He pulled a rubber pouch out of the inside pocket. A plastic cylinder was removed from the bottom and inserted into a nipple when he pulled the cap off. Best Friends Pt. 01 "We do have water though," he continued. "Good." She took a sip. "Wow. It's not brain numbing cold." "I wouldn't know." "Here." He took the water bag. "I'm mean, you'd need a brain to know if it went numb." "Oh stop it." She folded her arms. "Why must you always put yourself down?" "It's a habit." "Get rid of it. It pisses me off." "Better pissed off than pissed on, wouldn't you say?" She shot him a glare and whirled away. She stalked back down the trail at an impressive clip. "Angel? You might want to—" As if in slow motion, her legs shot out from under her and she fell to the frozen ground. "Ow. Goddamn it." "— be careful." He covered the distance to her in three long strides. "Are you hurt?" "I'm fine." Her voice was almost a snarl. She stood and her right leg buckled. His arm went around her waist in a blink, and he held her upright. "Swing your leg from the hip for me." "I'm fine. I don't need you fuss—" At his growl, she cut herself off and did as he said. She braced herself against him and allowed her leg to swing freely. "Any pain?" She shook her head. He carried her to a tree and had her lean against it. He slid his hand down the back of her thigh. "Try to bend your knee." She managed to bend it fifteen degrees before gasping. "Now straighten it." She did so without trouble. Placing her foot on his thigh as he knelt on the cold ground, he lightly squeezed the area around her kneecap with his thumb and index finger. Fortunately, he only detected a bit of tenderness. "Okay, your knee isn't broken, and based on the lack of swelling, I'm thinking there isn't a sprain either. However, as you can tell, it is sore as fuck." "That's an understatement." "Indeed." He rose. "We're about five miles out." Moving to her left side, he lifted her into his arms. "Put me down, I'm too heavy for you." He snorted in response and swung into a yard long stride. Her left arm was draped across his shoulders and her right over her belly. She thought she'd feel silly, or weak with him carrying her, but all she felt was safety and comfort. She knew all he wanted was to care for her, to show her how much he loved her. The poor guy didn't seem to understand that his regard was communicated with his every action. He deserved better than her, but he was too stubborn to see it. He always insisted she was the one for him no matter how badly she treated him. And, he'd always defend her, saying either he deserved her harshness, or that she was merely venting and that was what he was there for. He didn't seem to get how much it tore her up when he claimed to be deserving of her bitching. She smiled. He'd get indignant if he could read her mind. He hated how she called herself a bitch, claiming she only did so because her husband did so. That thought wiped the smile from her. "Put me down. I can walk." She winced at the harshness in her voice. She made sure not to look at him. She didn't want to see how she hurt him yet again. It would be better for him if he got mad and left her, moved on with his life. He did as she bade, but kept his arm around her. She tried to pull away, but her knee wasn't yet ready to support her weight just yet. Once more he swept her into his arms and resumed his relentless march back. "I didn't ask you to carry me again." "Stifle yourself," he said. She opened her mouth to protest. "Or I'll spank you. Not in the good way, either." "You wouldn't." "Wanna bet?" She fell silent. She knew better than to push him after that challenge. Every time she'd answered in the affirmative, he'd backed up his words with a swiftness that belied his usual laissez-faire attitude. It was almost like it was an irresistible dare, or a challenge to his word. Then again, she'd never had cause to regret accepting said wager. He'd spanked her two years ago on her birthday, but it wasn't as he'd threatened. It had taken all of her will power to not come on his lap in front of their mutual friend. It had been so hard. After each swat on his large hand on her butt, he gently caressed the sting away. As he rubbed, his hand would slide down to stroke her pussy from behind. The memory triggered her arousal and she squirmed. "Are you okay, Baby Girl?" "Yes." She met his concerned look. "Please put me down so I can walk." "Carrying you is easy." "What if you slip on the snow like I did?" "I doubt I would. I've got more experience with travelling on snow." "I grew up in New York, remember?" "And you've lived in Florida for the past eleven years, remember?" "So? I still have experience with snow." "Does your body remember it?" "That's ridiculous, of course it does." "Did you, or did you not, say that you found 80 degrees cold?" "I was being facetious." "If you say so." He carefully set her on the ground. "Are you humoring me?" "I'm electing to take your word on being able to walk on your own, and not allow this conversation to devolve into an argument. I'm conceding." She nodded and they resumed heading back. "How far are we now?" They came to the wide road from earlier. "About two miles on the trail yet. We're actually about four from the hotel." "I thought we were five miles away." "I'm sorry. I meant we were five miles along the trail." "Oh. Okay." After crossing the street, the trail went downhill. "It's so much easier going down." "Going down is my favorite part." "Oh Jesus." He chuckled. He took her hand again as they crossed the trestle bridge again. When they exited the trailhead, he stopped her. "I have a crazy idea." "What's that?" "Hop on my back for a piggy back ride." "No." "Why not?" "For one, I'm too heavy. For another, I don't want to." "You're not too heavy." He peered closely at her. "Do you not want to because of him?" "I can walk by myself." "It's not about you being able to walk. It's about having fun and being silly." "I'm not interested." He looked crestfallen. "Okay." "I'm sorry." "For what?" "For not doing what you want." "Obviously, you don't have to. Nor should you feel bad for it." He shrugged. "We're not obligated to do everything I want. Your wants and desires are important to me." "Thank you." *** Back in her hotel room, he smiled at her. "Why not take a nap, Angel? I'll head out for an hour, and you can rest." "But, I came to visit you." "Alright." He scooped her into his arms, carried her to the bed, and laid her down on it. She scrambled to sit up, but his hand on the small of her back paused her movements. "What do you have in mind?" "You'll see." "Tell me." She twisted her head side to side to see what he was up to, but couldn't get a bead on his motions. "Don't you trust me?" "Yes, but—" He straddled her hips, his knees to either side of her butt. His hands went to her trapezius muscles and began to move in tight spirals. She moaned. "No fair!" "Why not?" His hands, continuing their spiral patterns, slid lower along her back. "I don't want to sleep." A huge yawn escaped her. "You were saying?" He added a slight amount of pressure to his hands. She moaned again. As his hands went over her muscles, he felt the tension melting from them. His hands went out along her shoulders, soothing and relaxing her deltoids. By the time he reached her latissimus dorsi, the longest muscles in the back, she was sound asleep. He continued down her body until he reached her butt and rose from the bed. He jotted a note for her and left it next to the lamp where she was certain to see it. He slipped out of her room after swiping one of her room keys and exited the hotel a few moments later. Hailing a cab, he directed it to his home. *** She came awake with a stretch and a smile. She always felt relaxed after a massage induced nap. She knew he knew this and it was why he did it. She still didn't have to like it. Oh well. Too late to complain. Or to think about the dream she'd had. She sat up and looked around. He wasn't in the room. She spotted a card standing against the bedside lamp. Picking it up, she read the note left on it. 'My love, You looked so relaxed and peaceful, I decided to let you continue to sleep. I'm heading out to pick up a couple of things. I should be back around the time you awaken. I hope your dreams were pleasant. I love you.' She smiled. Of course he let her sleep. He made sure she would in the first place. She snorted and rose from the bed. After another luxurious stretch, she went to the bathroom. A few minutes later, while drying her hands after washing them, a soft knock sounded at her door. She opened it to find him in a tan, knee-length trench coat, black slacks and black loafers. In his hands were a clear plastic box with a carnation within and a white bag. His dark hair was slicked back and his face was freshly shaven. "Why're you all dressed up?" "You'll see. May I come in?" She stepped back and he entered. He handed her the white bag. "I have a couple of presents for you." "What are they?" "One is in the bag. Open it and you'll see." She did as he said and found a white box inside. She removed it and lifted the lid. A beautiful azure piece of fabric was carefully placed within. She lifted it, and was a little surprised to discover it was a dress. "What's this for?" "This." He handed her a white envelope. She opened it and read the piece of paper within. "Box seat tickets confirmation from the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra." She looked at him. "Seriously?" "Indeed. A belated happy birthday, my love." She gave him a small smile and ducked into the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, she returned. He faced the window, staring out at the city traffic on the street below. She watched him for a few minutes, admiring the way the shirt and slacks fit him. The trench coat and sport jacket were draped over the back of a nearby wingchair. She cleared her throat and he turned. The sight of her made his breath catch in his chest. The sleeveless sky-blue sheathe dress clung to her body in all the right places. It was snug without showing lines. Either that, or she wasn't wearing underwear. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a simple ponytail, her normal way of wearing it. Her hand went up and touched her hair. "What?" She sounded self-conscious, and uncertain. He released the breath he'd been holding without noticing. "You are spell-binding, my love." "You're too kind." He crossed the short distance between them in a couple of steps. "Not hardly." He took her hands in his, raised them to his lips, and placed soft, gentle kisses over her knuckles. "I will be the envy of every man there tonight." "It's just a dress." "On any other woman, yes. On you, it is a work of art." "Laying it on thick, aren't you?" He scratched his chin. "What?" "The flattery." His head went back a bit. "Flattery? My love, flattery is mere empty words meant to gain someone something. My words are sincere admiration." "Are you saying you no longer want my body?" "I'll never say that. I want all of you, remember?" "Then are your words not meant to get me to agree to join you on that bed?" "Angel, I don't need words to get you in that bed." He scooped her in his arms and, stepping over to the four poster, lay her on it. He grinned at her as she swiftly rose. "See?" "Smart ass." "Indeed." She reached up to straighten his tie and he placed his hands on her hips. She froze. He glanced down and met her gaze. He gave her a lopsided smile when she visibly swallowed. "Hey, Angel?" "What?" Her voice was tiny. "Guess what?" He felt her tremble at the rasp of his voice. "What's that?" He brought his face closer to hers until their lips all but touched. Her heart beat faster in her chest until it felt like it was trying to escape. She waited what felt like an eternity for him to speak or kiss her. She knew she was done for if he did kiss her. She would surrender completely to him. She didn't understand how, but he seemed to know her body better than she did. "I am in love with you, Baby Girl." His words were a whisper that caused his lips to caress her own with each syllable. Tired of his teasing, she pull him closer and pressed her lips more fully to his. They parted and she slipped her tongue inside his mouth, kissing him just as he'd taught her. He groaned at her demanding kiss and allowed her to stay in charge. This was a novel situation for him. He'd longed for this over the years, and had revealed his desire for a woman to take the lead to her shortly after they met. As her tongue slid over his, her fingers twined through his hair. He reached around and cupped her ass, eliciting a moan from her. She stepped back, breathing hard. He waited, not daring to move for fear it would ruin the moment. Her head was tilted forward so she could study him. She wondered if he would take over, or no. A subtle shift of his posture told her he would not. She shoved him to the bed, and he sat. She undid his tie and removed it. She planned to restrain him to the headboard, but his hands, gliding up her thighs, grazing her skin caused her to pause as her knees almost buckled. "Stop." She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to focus again. She looked into his eyes. "I'm in charge." "Yes'm." His eyes gleamed. "Lay back and stretch your arms over your head." Wordless, he did as she ordered. As she wrapped his tie around his wrists, she felt him tremble beneath her. She laced the necktie over the headboard of the bed and slid down his body, reveling in the feel of her sex, protected only by the thin cotton of her bikini briefs, gliding over the roughness of his shirt buttons and then the buckle to his belt. She shivered at the deliciousness. Leaning over him, pressing her body tightly to his, she nipped lightly at his neck. She delighted at the throb of his pulse under her tongue and then pushed against his chest like she was doing a pushup. His heart beat was rapid under her palms. His breathing was so hard, each expansion of his chest lifted her a few inches despite her weight. She shifted downward, allowing her heaviness to rest on her knees on either side of his hips. The bulge of his hard dick managed to fit perfectly between her labia. Only three layers of cotton separated their flesh. No, wait. She'd forgotten. His didn't wear underwear, so it was only two layers. She bit her lip. His hazel eyes, now darkened to almost black due to his desire, were locked on her. She moved to the right, and then quickly to the left, giggling at how his eyes tracked her. Her chortle ceased when he lifted his hips a little, reminding her of his want. Her eyes rolled back as his movement caused his dick to press against her clit for a moment. She slowly looked at him again as she flexed her fingers against his chest. Galvanized, she tore open his shirt, wanting to touch his bare chest. It was hard and hairy. Completely masculine. He gazed up at her. Eyes half closed, her breathing was swift and shallow. A faint blush rose above the collar of her new dress. Though this was a novel position to be in, instinct made him want to free himself from his bondage, grip her hips, and roll her beneath him. Part of him felt that that was the proper way of things. He was supposed to be in control. Taking the lead, giving pleasure and receiving it vicariously. No one was supposed to pleasure him. That was his job. He knew his line of thinking was due to always having been the one to be the initiator and one in charge. Ten sexual partners. All had basically been submissive to him. Their pleasure was always of utmost importance to him, but he still led. He wasn't sure that he wanted to be like this again. For now, he'd see where she went. She slid down his thighs to his knees and unfastened his belt. She then unbuttoned his slacks and slowly drew down his zipper. Reaching into his pants, she gently grasped and withdrew his throbbing hardness. For the first time, after three years of knowing, loving, and lusting after each other, she held his dick in the light. Some would say once your saw one, you've seen them all, but this was special. It was his. In her hand, his dick was big as hell. Slowly, she slid his hand up to the crown and then drug her thumb over the tip. He gasped at the same time it jumped. She smiled and decided to experiment. She grazed the shaft of his dick with the edges of her finger nails. This triggered a groan and an arching of his hips. Next, she skimmed her fingertips over the same area. His breath hissed through his teeth. "Be careful, Angel." "Does it hurt?" "No, but if you continue, you'll make me come." "Really? That quick?" He nodded. "What can I say? You have this... power... over me." "Power, huh?" She turned her hand and lightly gripped him. "What if I do this?" Her hand moved back and forth over his dick as she kissed his neck. He drew a shuddery breath. "This isn't fair." "No?" "No." "But it is fair when you have control, right?" "Yes." "Why?" She paused and looked into his eyes. "Didn't you say you were always in control with all your lovers and fantasized what it would be like for one to take over?" "I did. As did you." "I got to experience that. You haven't." "You didn't really." "Why didn't I?" "Masturbation doesn't really count." "It does." "How so?" "It was sexual pleasure." "True, but wasn't it limited?" "No. I had an orgasm." She traced her thumb over the tip of his dick. "More than one. And they were amazing." "Oh? What made them amazing?" "Part of it was because they were caused by you." "And the other part?" "Because you seemed to know me better than I knew myself. Not only did you show me things I never experienced, but you showed me things I never imagined. Hell, things I didn't know I could imagine." He smiled. "Good. I'm glad I was able to bring you some pleasure." He glanced up at the headboard where his wrists were bound. "What's with tying me up, though?" She traced the outline of his nipple. "It's a fantasy of mine. Being totally in control, being able to do anything I want." She lightly pinched it. He gasped. "And, it's something you've mentioned that you were interested in trying." "Fair point. It is a bit unexpected, though." "Why is that?" "I never imagined this side of you. You've not said anything about tying someone up." "Surprises are a good thing." "Sometimes. Others, not so much." "For instance?" "When a husband catches his best friend in bed with his wife." She froze, and then moved off him. She reached up, untied his hands, sat on the edge of the bed and buried her face in her hands. He sat up and touched her shoulder. "Angel?" No answer. He moved off the bed and knelt at her feet. "What's wrong, Baby Girl?" "I'm a horrible person." The words were soft, almost inaudible. "What?" He gently took her hand. "You're not." Eyes closed, she nodded her head. "I am." "How so?" "I'm a cheater." He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. "You're not. Cheaters never win, and you're a winner." "I'm a loser." "Only when you consider the booby prize that is me." "Stop. You're no booby prize. You're better than I deserve." "How is that possible?" "Because I'm a mean, old, bitter, angry, broken bitch." "No. You're not a bitch." He reached out and lifted her chin so she could see the intensity and love in his eyes. "You're also not old, or broken. Angry and bitter?" He nodded. "I'd agree with that. Who wouldn't be with how your husband treats you? I mean, he yells at you, puts you down and makes you feel like shit." "He doesn't do it as much anymore." "Well, that makes it all better, doesn't it?" He took her other hand and lightly held them both. "Angel, did you not tell me recently your daughter threatened to tell her daddy on you because you wouldn't let her get her way? And didn't you say she said he'd yell at you?" Best Friends Pt. 01 She hung her head, her hair falling over her face. She didn't want him to see her like this. He tried again to lift her chin, but she resisted. He settled for tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry I hurt you, my love. I wasn't trying to." "I know." She wiped her hand over her eyes. "It's different." "What is?" "Having you in front of me, telling me these things versus you saying them over the phone." She stole a peek at him and then ducked her head again. "It feels more real." "If I could go back a few minutes, and not say—" Her fingers on his lips silenced him. "Would you just hold me?" "Of course, my love. I'll do anything." "Thank you." She pushed herself up on the bed and lay down, curling her legs up. He walked around to the other side and climbed in behind her. He stretched out his arm and she pushed back, resting her head over it. His chest fit snugly to her back and his legs perfectly with hers. He leaned over her and snapped off the lamp, plunging the room into darkness. "Better?" He whispered the words into her ear. She nodded and snuggled closer. After several minutes of silence, he closed his eyes. ### He awakened to sunlight over his forehead and on his back. She slept on with her head resting on his chest. She looked so peaceful and relaxed with her arm going across his middle. He shifted and discovered her leg was draped over both of his. The faint scent of honeysuckle came to his nose, the remnants of her shampoo. Becoming aware of the pressure on his bladder, he lifted her arm carefully so he could slip from under her. He didn't want her to wake just yet. Moments later, he managed to slip out of the bed and into the bathroom. His hands went into his pockets to keep them warm after washing. The shift in temperature might wake her. He slipped back in. As he did, she moaned and shifted, reaching out for him. He took her hand and placed it on his chest. Her lips curved up and she put her head on his chest again. His arm went around her shoulders and upper back, holding her tight. She tilted her head up, keeping her cheek in contact with him, and opened her eyes. "Good morning, Beautiful." He smoothed the hair from her face. "Good morning." She turned her head and captured his hand, placing a kiss in his palm. He rolled to face her, resting his head on his hand. His finger traced the curve of her neck to her collarbone and skimmed over it. The back of his knuckle grazed the curvature of the upper part of her breast. She said his name. He met her gaze. "We ca-" "Let me love you," he interrupted. She lay back, giving him full access to her body, the naked need in his voice silencing her protests. If she were completely honest with herself, she was tired of denying her own needs and wants. His words made sense and trying to maintain- Oh, Jesus. Heat from his mouth closing over her nipple through the dress competed with the inferno ignited by his action. Her mouth went dry as her heart raced. She wanted to scream at him to hurry, but couldn't catch her breath. His movements were sweet, exquisite torture as he slowly moved down her body, kissing and nibbling as he went. The gossamer cotton of the dress amplified everything he did. He slowly worked his way down her belly, delighting in how her muscles trembled at his kiss. Her fingers twinned in his hair seeming to both want to keep him in place and to push him faster. He grinned inwardly and continued his slow, tender assault on her senses. He reached the curve of her left hip and nibbled on it. She moaned. He kissed his way along the inner part, eliciting a gasp. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Now she was pushing him only. She wanted his kisses between her legs. He allowed her to guide him closer, but then went past her goal. She growled. "Damn you." He chuckled and placed a kiss beside her "lovely lady" as she called her pussy. She again tried to put him over her spot and he dodged once more. "What're you doing?" She sounded frustrated. He looked up. "What I do best." He winked. "I tease, titillate and please." "Shit. I'm in trouble, aren't I?" "That depends on your definition of trouble, my Angel." "What're you gonna do now?" "I was thinking of flipping your dress up and placing kisses on the front of your panties." "Oh, boy." He gave an evil sounding cackle and kissed her pussy through her dress again. She groaned and her fingers sank into his hair again. Ignoring them, he moved lower and rolled her dress to the bottom of her panties. He paused for a moment to savor this intimate view. Her bikini briefs were dark blue and edged in a lacy black. They were pulled snugly against her, highlighting her small Venus mons. A spot on the from was almost black due to her arousal. This close, the scent of her want was a heady perfume. Unwilling to resist, he licked the dampness. She jumped and tightened her grip on his hair again, pulling him closer. She tasted sweet, with a faint musk. He lightly scraped his teeth over her pantied mound eliciting a moan. He pushed her dress up to the waistband of her underwear and then further, kissing the exposed flesh of her belly and then ribs. She sat up and pulled the dress over her head, tossed it to the floor, and lay back, waiting to see what he'd do next. He gently cupped and then caressed her breasts before meeting her eyes. "That wasn't fair." His tweaked her hard nipples. "What wasn't?" Her words were gasped out. He lightly tugged on her nipples for a couple moments before answering. "Removing your dress so soon. I wasn't ready for it to come off." She moaned at the pleasurable shocks radiating from her nipples and then pushed him to his back. "Tough shit. I was." She slanted her mouth over his. Her kiss was rough and demanding, not as finessed as when he lead. At his hum of pleasure, she knew he found no fault with her technique. His fingertips skimmed over her back, sending liquid heat racing through her. She sat up and straddled his hips. She reached behind her and took his hands. Lacing her fingers with his, she put them on the bed above his head. "Playing at being dominant?" "Maybe." She ground herself against his hardness. "Do you mind?" "Not even a little bit." She smiled. "Good. Shut up then." His right eyebrow shot up, but he did as she commanded. She leaned down and captured his lower lip between her teeth and nipped. "Mmm." His eyes sparkled. "Shhh. Don't make a sound, or I shall punish you." He stretched his arms out to the side, forcing her face close to his. Before she could react to regain her position, he raised his head enough to close the gap between them and softly claimed her lips. She didn't deepen the kiss even though her body all but demanded it. Instead, she raised her head. "What are you doing?" He grinned and shook his head. "Right. I didn't give you permission, did I?" His head went left, right and center. "Fine. Answer my question." "What did it feel like I was doing?" "Kissing me, trying to take over." "Angel, if I wanted to take over..." He brought his arms in, and rolled so she was beneath him once more. "I would do so." "But..." "You said that was off limits, my love." He winked. "What?" Her brow furrowed as she tried to figure out his conversation jump. "Oh! It is off limits. That's not was I was meaning, though." "I know." He dipped his head to her neck and trailed feathery soft kisses down it. She moaned and ran her hands down his back, feeling the cotton in the way. "Wait." His teeth pressed lightly against her neck, stilled. "Take off this shirt. It's in my way." He sat up and removed it, tossing it carelessly to the floor. She rose up and pulled him to her, kissing him hungrily. A few seconds later, she ended the kiss. "Let me be in control." "Not yet." His words were gravelly. It thrilled her, knowing she turned him on so much that his voice changed. "Why not?" "I want to show you what it feels like to be loved." "You do so daily." "I mean physically." "Oh." She traced the side of his neck with her index finger. "Why?" "You deserve it. And," he grinned, "I want to be your first at something." "You're such a guy." He chuckled and then nibbled the side of her neck. She gasped and grabbed him. One hand gripped the hair at the back of his head, and the other slid up and down his back. He trailed feathery kisses down the side of her neck to her collarbone and paused to nibble lightly at it. Next, he trailed kisses to her breasts and occasionally switched them for quick licks to through her anticipation off and to further arouse her. "Stop teasing me." He ignored her plea and continued his inexorable trip down her body. He changed things up once more by placing very light bites over her left breast as he traveled up it to her areola. His tongue traced the outline of the sensitive area, slowly spiraling in before flicking over her hard nipple. She gasped when his glossa laved her nipple and he lightly blew cool air over it. Her gasp turned into a moan when his hot mouth closed over the cooled area. He suckled her nipple and rolled the other between his thumb and index finger. She was lost in a haze of heat and pleasure. This was all brand new. His teeth scraped tenderly over her areola and then grazed her nipple. Conscious, rational thought was gone as she utterly surrendered to his touch. She felt breathless as she came closer and closer to the edge of climax. He nipped the underside of her breast, providing a flash of heat that nearly overwhelmed her. His damp tongue glided over the bitten area, soothing the slight sting. Her awareness tunneled down to his skin against hers. Just a bit more and she'd come. Inwardly, she begged him to hurry. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She was almost there. And he stopped touching her. Her eyes flew open in shock as she stared up at him. "Damn you!" He laughed. "It'll be better this way. Trust me." She just glared, breathing hard. He'd done this to her two years ago as well. Reason told her he was right, but reason didn't work too well after being denied an orgasm. Then again, the feathery kisses he trailed over her belly felt even more electric and exquisite than earlier. He listened to how her breathing changed as she once again became lost in the sensations he was eliciting. He loved how her back arched when he flicked his tongue just above her navel. The gasp the slipped out when he nipped her skin just beneath brought him a surge of satisfaction. It was one thing to hear that he made her happy when they talked on the phone. It was completely different when she had an orgasm during phone sex. Doing it in person, actually feeling and tasting her? That was the greatest feeling in the world. When he reached the elastic waistband of her panties, he lifted his head and moved to the left. At her hip, he leaned closer and brought his teeth together until they touched her skin right at the curve of the hipbone. Maintaining the pressure of grazing her flesh, he drew his head away, lightly scraping his teeth over her tender area. This elicited a delighted squeal. "Do that again." He obeyed her breathy request and was rewarded with another sound of pleasure as her hips came up. "Again." He ignored her this time, and traced his lips over her, following the line of her underwear. Her growl of frustration faded into a drawn out moan of pleasure. When his lips went over the inner curve of her right hip, she stiffened, lost in the sensations, very close to going over the edge. And then he stopped. Her eyes snapped open to see him watching her. "What the fuck are you doing?" "Based on the sound of exasperation in your voice, driving you crazy." "You don't have to sound so happy about it." "When you regain consciousness after your orgasm, you'll understand, and thank me." Her eyebrows shot up. "Lose consciousness? That sounds scary." "It won't be." "Maybe we should stop." "Do you trust me?" "I do, but—" "Please don't lose it now." She sighed and closed her eyes. "I haven't." He moved up beside her and cupped her cheek. "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Baby Girl?" "Yes?" "Please be honest with me." She turned her head and looked at him. "I don't want to upset you." "Then talk to me. We can't solve the problem if I don't know what it is." A deep breath. "I'm not comfortable." "How can I help you become comfortable?" "Take your time with me?" He opened his mouth, and then closed it. Scratching his chin, he started to speak before cutting himself off again. His eyes closed. "What do you mean?" "I'm not ready for the advanced stuff yet." She leaned on his chest and he opened his eyes. "Fair enough, Angel." His hands came up and cupped her cheeks, brushing her hair behind her ears at the same time. "Anything for you." She kissed him softly. When she moved back, he continued, "As always." She smiled. Her finger traced the outline of his nipple. His right hand came down and traced the outline of hers. Right after she pinched his nipple lightly, he did the same to hers. Her back arched involuntarily, filling his hand with more of her breast. Responding to the cue, he gave a light squeeze to it. Her breath left her lungs in a silent rush. While holding her breast, he used his index finger to flick gently at her nipple. She moaned and closed her eyes. He rolled her onto her back. His hand slipped down her body as his lips claimed hers. As his tongue explored her mouth once more, his hand traced the outline of her sex through her damp panties. Her hips thrust up against his hand. He hooked his finger into the leg hole and pulled them to the side, giving him access to her lovely lady. He found the area hot and almost steamy. Once more, his finger traced the outline of her sex. It went along the outer edge of her labia, up over her mons and down the outer edge of her other labia. His finger lightly slipped between them, picking up her wetness. His finger went up to, but didn't quite touch her clit, before sliding back down. His fingertip barely entered her before he went along the outside of her sex in the opposite direction. She broke their kiss. "Oh shit. Stop teasing me, please." "Never." He slipped his finger inside her to the first knuckle and withdrew it. He then traced a circle around her clit. After his fingertip grazed the top of her clit, she grabbed his hand, holding it in place as her body stiffened. She shuddered for a few seconds and then gasped his name. "Yes, my Angel?" "Your dick." She panted it out. "What about it?" "Want it." He grinned. "Where?" "In me." "Put it all together." His finger brushed her clit again. She squeaked. "Can't think." "Can't have it yet, then." She growled, reached down and grasped him. She slide her hand along it and then pulled him to her. At the touched of her hot wetness on the tip of his dick, he gasped. After almost three years of dreaming about it, he was finally going to be inside her. The head of his dick parted her labia and went inside her pussy. And then he remembered. "Wait," he gasped. "No." "Condom." "Fuck it." He pulled it out of his pocket. Holding it up, he panted, "Got it here." She snatched it away with another growl, ripped it open with her teeth and pushed him onto his back. After rolling it into place, she maintained her grip on his dick and lowered herself onto it. Shit. It was like his dick had been made especially for her. He filled her utterly. His hands wrapped around her hips, and he just held her in place. Eyelids heavy, she stared at him, wondering what he was up to, but unable to articulate the question. And then she felt him twitch, deep inside her. She gasped and flinched. That felt good. He did it again. "Mmm." He grinned and slowly pulled her forwards so that her clit slid over his pelvis. Her hands clamped on his wrists as she shuddered through an orgasm. Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her breath stopped for a moment as her body quaked and shook. A drawn out moan sounded as she resumed breathing. Her beautiful eyes opened as she continued to pant. A shaky smile spread across her face as she giggled. "Wow. That was..." "Wow?" He beamed as she nodded her head in agreement. "I've..." "Never felt that before?" She shook her head. "Never." "Stretch out your legs." First moving to her right, she straightened that leg, and then did the same with the other one. Biting his tongue so he didn't come yet, he sat up, wrapping his arms around her. She did the same and added her legs to around his waist. As he brushed his lips across hers, he began sliding in and out of her hot wetness. She parted her lips for his kiss, but instead, he moved to the corner of her mouth and then trailed kisses along her neck. At the same time, his right hand came up and cupped her breast. He gave it a little squeeze as his thumb and index finger trapped her nipple. When he nipped the side of her neck, she clamped down on him. "Oooohhh, fuuuuuccccckkk," she cried. Her pussy gripping his dick like a hot wet vise as her body shook in orgasm caused his own tenuous self-control to snap. He came hard, crying out her name. Feeling his dick twitch and jerk as he had his orgasm sent her back over the edge. She dug her nails into his back, unconsciously marking him. She said his name over and over. Her panting made her whispers sound almost like sobs. The lovers collapsed on the bed in a tangle of limbs. He caught his breath first and kissed his way from her breasts to her neck. "No. Not now. I'm too tired," she said. "Shhh. This is to soothe and relax, not to titillate or arouse." His lips travelled along the underside of her jaw, his right hand caressed her belly and legs. As he promised, his caresses were relaxing. "This is the After Glow, remember?" "Mmm." She stretched, giving him greater access. "I do now." After a few minutes of his light touch, her eyes felt heavy. "I want to fall asleep, but I need to shower, first." "Does that mean you're not ready for round two?" "No." The way she barked it elicited a belly laugh from him. She stuck her tongue out and him and rose from the bed. Her quivering legs buckled and she flopped down on the bed again. "Need a hand?" "I've got this." She rose a bit more cautiously this time, and leaned against the footboard for a couple of moments. Finally, she made it into the bathroom and shut the door. Seconds later, he heard the water start. Best Friends Pt. 02 It was about a week before our first college spring break. Brandon and I had not seen much of each other since Christmas break (and even then it wasn't much time since we spent most of it with our families). But I had an idea for the spring break. My idea was that we would come home and spend a night with our families. Then the next morning we would leave and go up to my family's lake house and spend the rest of our break there. I called my mom to see if it was ok and she said it was. So I called Brandon and asked if he was up for it. "Yeah, all right. Sounds like fun, if you know what I mean." he said. "Awesome," I replied. "See you next week." After we hung up my mind was racing with all of the things that we would be doing during our week alone with each other. We could swim in the lake, soak in the hot tub, sit on the deck that overlooked the lake, or we could just watch TV. We could also fuck the living daylights out of each other as much as we wanted. We wouldn't even have to put clothes on since we were going to be alone the whole time. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the morning finally came when I had to pack my clothes and leave my apartment for a week. I set off at seven o'clock that morning. I was so excited to see my family since I hadn't seen them in a few months, but I was more excited for the next day when I would have to go and get Brandon. After about an hour of driving, I finally pulled into the driveway of my mom's house. Both my mom and my little sister came running out to greet me. We went through all of the kisses and hugs that normally happen when you see a family member you haven't seen in months. My mom went inside and left my sister, Jessica, to help me bring my stuff in. Then out of nowhere my little sister (I say little but, at eighteen, she was only a year younger than me) punched me in the arm so hard I dropped the backpack that I had just grabbed out of my car. "Ouch, Jessie, what was that for?" I asked. "It was to let you know that I'm pissed at you," she said, "How can you only come on for one day then go spend the rest of your break with Brandon? We were best friends first. We spent all of our time together until you met him. You started spending less and less time with me. And now you are just going to shove me aside again and go spend a week with him at the lake house when we haven't seen each other in months." She turned away from me with my backpack now in her hand but before she did I saw a tear rolling down her cheek. I hadn't realized that hanging out with Brandon so much had affected her like this. Once she had said it though I immediately realized that she was right. Once Brandon and I met in eighth grade, I did push her aside. I wanted to make it up to her but I didn't know how. Then it hit me. As much as I wanted to spend some time alone with Brandon, I loved Jessie more. I followed her into the house and founder her in her bedroom on her bed with her face buried in her pillow. I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Hey," I said, "I have an idea. How about you come with us? It'll be just like when we used to go there when we were little. We'll have so much fun." "Do you mean it," she asked, "You aren't just going to ignore me?" "I promise." She sat up and smiled at me. It's funny how sometimes you don't know that you have been missing something until you see it again. Once she smiled at me I realized that I had missed it for quite some time. "You better start packing," I told her as I wiped the last tear from her eye, "We are leaving first thing in the morning." "Ok." As she started throwing clothes into her a backpack, I started to smell the delicious smell of bacon. Apparently, since it was still early in the morning, my mom had decided to cook breakfast for us. Once Jessie was done packing we walked out to the dining room and sat at the table to eat. As we were eating we told mom about the change in our plan and she seemed happy about it. After breakfast we spent a couple of hours hanging out with mom. Then, after Jessie sneaked a peak st the clothes in my backpack, she decided that I had nothing good to wear. She offered to take me to the mall and help me pick out some better clothes. I was about to say no when I remembered the conversation we had earlier that morning. Realizing it would be a good way to get caught up with her, I told her it was a good idea. "Awesome, let me go get my purse!" she said as she ran to her room. It was just then that I noticed how much she had really grown since I started college. Just before the first semester had started my chin was at her eye level. Now, she was easily four inches taller. We left a few minutes later. We spent most of the day at the mall shopping. She was picking out the clothes for me since I had no sense of fashion (hey, jeans match everything). When we were done at the mall we went out for lunch. While we were eating I figured it was as good a time as any to find out how she had been. "So, are you and Jordan still going out?" I asked her. "No," she replied, "Just after you left when Christmas break ended, he tried to put his hand up my skirt and I wasn't ready for anything like that." When she said that I felt my big brother instincts kick in. Jordan was a friend of mine before he started dating Jessica, but now he was public enemy number one in my book. I wasn't sure if I want to know the answer but I asked anyway, "What did you do?" "I sent him to the emergency room with a broken wrist. The doctor said he would probably never be able to pitch a baseball again." she replied, as calm as ever. It's a strange thing but hearing that made me proud of her. I was also glad that I had talked her into taking those women's self defense classes that I helped my karate instructor put on every year. She was growing into a beautiful young woman who was going to break a lot of hearts (and probably a lot of wrists too). After lunch we stopped by a few book stores and a video game store. We both bought a box set of A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin, that was on sale at the book store. We both loved the show and thought that we would read the books at the same time so we would have an excuse to talk to each other more often. When we had finished all of our shopping we finally headed home. When we got home, mom already had supper going. When it was done we ate and then went to bed since we would have to get up early the following morning. Before I got in bed, however, I called Brandon to let him know about the change in my plan. "Hey man, I have something to tell you." I said. "What is it?" "My sister found out that we are going to the lake house and asked if she could come," I said, "She was mad at me because I was only staying home today and she wanted to spend more time with me. She was crying, so I couldn't tell her no." "Oh...ok." he replied. I could tell just from his tone of voice that he was disappointed. "I'm sorry. I had so much planned." "Hey, it's alright. She is your sister. She deserves to spend some time with you," he said, "I remember when I first met you, thinking that you two were attached at the hip or something because you pent so much time together. I imagine she just wants to relive those days." "Thanks for understanding. We will be by in the morning to pick you up." I told him. After that, we said or goodbye's and hung up. Then I changes into some pajamas and got in bed. I laid there for what seemed like hours thinking about the things that could have happened on our vacation had Jessie not wanted to come. It almost made me mad that I would not get to mess around with Brandon while we were there. When Jessie and I woke up the next morning, it was still dark and mom was still in bed fast asleep. We grabbed our backpacks, walked out the door, and got into my car with Jessie in the back seat. We drove for about five minutes to get to Brandon's house and in that time she fell back into a deep sleep. I texted Brandon and told him I was outside. Minutes later he came out carrying his own backpack. I popper the trunk for him and put it with the other. When he got in I put my finger to my lips and said, "Shhh," as I pointed to the back seat of the car. As soon as he shut the door we were off. "Damn, man. Your sister is hot." Brandon whispered to me as we left his house. "Shut up!" I whispered back at him, feeling those big brother instincts kick in again. Although, I had to admit as I looked in the rear view mirror at her sleeping body, she was pretty hot. Finally, after an hour and a half, I looked in the rear view mirror and saw Jessie starting to wake up. It was funny because when she wore up before we left the house, she didn't do her hair and, after tossing and turning in the back seat of my car, her hair still looked perfect. She tried to wipe the sleep from her eyes and yawned as she did so. "Are we almost there?" she asked. "We are about fifteen minutes away. We are just getting ready to pull into the driveway." I said. The driveway was the longest driveway I have ever seen. Our family inherited the land that the lake house is on from a rich relative who died before Jessie was born. The lake was in the center of the property but, except for a few areas around the house and lake, the land was covered with trees. Acres and acres of woods hid the lake and house from the view of anyone on the main road. When we finally got to the house, we grabbed our bags from the trunk of my car walked onto the front deck. As soon as we got on the deck it started to rain so we ran to the door and I fumble with my keys a bit until I found the right one. When we finally got in we were soaked to the bone. As we set our bags down I could not help but notice how Brandon's wet t-shirt clung to his chest. I also noticed how Jessie's white t-shirt stuck to her petite frame. It left nothing to the imagination. Those tiny breasts could not have been more that B cups. Oh my god, what was I thinking? This was my sister! And besides that, I had planned this week to get my brains fucked out by Brandon. Yet here I was, getting turned on by my little sister. I had thought, after that camping trip with Brandon, that I might be bisexual. Was my body trying to tell me that I was right? It was a few minutes before I realized Jessie was talking. "So... sleeping arrangements?" she asked. There were three bedrooms in the house. One was the master bedroom, which had it own master bathroom. The other two were the ones that Jessie and I had slept in when we used to come here on vacations. They were connected by a shared bathroom. Thinking fast, since I was cold from the wet clothes (and kind of horny), I told her to take the master bedroom and Brandon and I would take the other two. "Well I'm going to go take a shower to warm up." she told us. "Same here." I said. As we each headed off to our separate rooms I showed Brandon to his room and told him that the two rooms shared the bathroom. He smiled and walked into the bedroom without a word and closed the door behind him. I assumed he was going in to get undressed, so I went in my room and shut the door. I as soon as I closed the door behind me I started stripping off my wet clothes. While I was pulling off my t-shirt I started to feel my cock getting hard. By the time my jeans and underwear were around my ankles I was rock hard. I stepped out of them and opened up the bathroom door and saw that it was empty. I thought Brandon would have already been in here. I walked over to the huge, two person shower, and turned both shower heads on so it could warm up. This shower was originally intended to be shared by the sons of the relative who owned this place before us. However, growing up, Jessie and had I shared it a lot. Thinking back on that, we shared it more than we probably should have. It was also so big that it didn't need a door or a curtain. There was just a raised section in the middle of the floor that kept water from getting to he rest of the floor and the shower heads were on the wall directly opposite, a few yards away. I went over to the door that led to the bedroom Brandon was in. I tried to turn the knob and realized it was locked. I unlocked it and opened it just enough to where he would notice that it was open, then I walked back to the shower and sat down on the bench that was against the wall of the shower below the shower heads. As I was sitting on the bench I started to stroke my erect penis think about the exact moment when Brandon would walk through that door. Then I saw the door being pushed open and him walking in while neglecting to close the door. He walked closer to me, eventually stepping over the divider between the shower floor and the bathroom floor. Then, all of a sudden, he was right in front of me. He was just standing there with his half flaccid dick staring me in he face, so I reach out a hand to grab it and guide it to my waiting mouth. He leaned his head back as hid cock started to harden inside my mouth. After a few second he was fully hard and he had his hands on the back of my head as I bobbed up and down on his delicious cock. "Oh god Jake!" he almost shouted as I notice the salty precum starting to ooze out of his dick into my mouth. "If you keep that up I'm going to cum in your mouth." "That's the point." I said, reluctantly pulling his cock out of my mouth only to say the words and then it was back in. I sucked and swirled my tongue around on his cock for a few more minutes before I felt him stiffen up and grunt. I reached around him and hugged his wet body closer to me as he came in my waiting mouth. He came so much that I could not swallow fast enough and it started coming out of the corners of my mouth. I didn't mind that much: it just made me feel like I was doing something forbidden. I couldn't say exactly how long it took for him to stop cumming in my mouth but it felt like hours. Once he was done, however, he pulled his softening cock from between my lips and dropped down to his knees. My cock, now hard as steel, was slowly being enveloped my his warm, salivating mouth. I closed my eyes and let the pleasure consume my every thought. He was giving me so much pleasure that I forgot about he semen that was still dripping from my face. With my eyes closed, images of Jessica started racing through my mind. Just sitting in this shower brought back the memories of sharing it with her. I remembered when we were little and both butt naked, just playing with each other. I was imagining that she was down there with Brandon helping him suck my cock. That was all it took. "Oh Jess, that so fucking good!" I shouted loud enough that you could probably hear I across the house. My cock was exploding in Brandon's mouth like it never had before. It felt like I was shooting gallons of cum down his throat. Then, just on a whim, I pulled my still ejaculating penis out of his mouth and covered his face with my cum. When I stopped cumming, I got down off of the bench and started kissing and licking his cum coated face. When we finally pulled apart from each other, we rinsed our bodies off under the water and got out of the shower. We dried off in the bathroom and I turned to walk back to my room. Just before I took the first step Brandon slapped my ass and smiled at me. I finally got back in my room to get dressed and when I did I looked at the clock on the nightstand. Brandon and I had been in the shower together for almost a half hour. I walked out of the door an into the hallway nervously, closing the it behind me. I was trying to come up with an excuse as to why Brandon and I were in the shower for so long when I walked past the master bedroom. The door was still open and as I walked past I could hear the shower in the master bathroom still running. I could not help but notice the other sounds coming from there too. It sounded like she was moaning. Maybe she had gotten the same idea as Brandon and I? I pondered that for a few seconds and then headed to the living room where I found Brandon. It was about ten more minutes before she got out of the shower (she must have been having a good time in there) and, by then, it was time for lunch. We didn't keep the house stocked with food since we rarely came up here so we had to bring our food with us. We had to run back out to the car to grab the bags of food and the cooler that we had packed the cold stuff in. When we got the stuff in the house Brandon and I packed it away in the fridge and pantry while Jessica made sandwiches for the three of us. We took our sandwiches to the living room and sat down to eat them. As we started eating Jessie asked, "So what are we going to do for the rest of the day?" "I don't know," I said. "I figured we could just hang and maybe take a nap since we had to get up so early this morning." "Sounds good to me," Brandon said. "Yeah, same here," said Jessie. "I'm pretty tired." "How can you still be tired sis? You slept almost all the way here." With that, she swallowed her last bite of sandwich and got up to throw her paper plate in the trash can next to the chair I was sitting in. After she dropped it in she smacked me on the back of my head for my last comment and headed toward the master bedroom. When I turned around to make sure that's where she was going, I could not help but notice how her ass swayed back and forth with each step she took. When I turned back around I realized that my cock was hard again already. I tossed my plate in the trash just as Brandon got up to do the same with his, but he did not go back to his seat. Instead he kneeled down in front of me and placed his hand over the bulge in in my pants. It wasn't long before he was rubbing my rock hard penis through my jeans. "Jake, I need you," he said in a husky voice. "I need to fuck your ass now. I need to cum inside you." I was starting to get a little nervous now. Jessie had gone into her room but she hadn't said what she was going to do. She hadn't exactly said that she was going in there to take a nap, she just went in there. For all I knew she could come out here any second and see what we were doing. For some reason, though, that thought made my cock even harder. I could also feel Brandon starting to unbutton and unzip my pants. It was then that I looked down and saw that he had his pants and underwear around his knees and his cock looked as hard as mine. "We have to be quiet," I told Brandon as he started to pull my jeans down my legs. He didn't say anything. He just looked me in he eye and nodded. And that was all it took. Before I knew it I was stepping out of my jeans and throwing my t-shirt off. I kneeled down on the floor with Brandon and we kissed a long, slow, and passionate kiss. Our hand were wandering all over each other's smooth hairless bodies. Then Brandon broke the kiss, stood up, stepped out of his jeans as well, and tossed his t-shirt aside. Just like that we were both completely naked in the living room with my sister, hopefully, asleep in the next room. Before he could do anything I grabbed his erect penis and slowly slid it inside my watering mouth. This was the second time in a few hours that I had Brandon's cock in my mouth and the thought was so exciting. I sucked his dick for a few minutes and then he pulled his saliva soaked cock out from between my lips. "Turn around and bend over," he said as he got back down on his knees. I did as he told me to and turned around and got down on all fours in front of the chair I was sitting in previously. Still kneeling behind me, he took the first two fingers on his right hand and stuck them into my mouth. I sucked on them greedily, coating them with my saliva. Brandon then pulled his fingers out of my mouth and placed them at the entrance to my tight asshole. My cock twitched when I felt his fingers begin to gently slide in and then back out. Best Friends Pt. 02 He fingered my hole for a minute or two before saying, "Ok, here it comes Jake." I drew in a sharp gasp of air as his spit and precum soaked dick penetrated me. As he did with his fingers, he fucked me slowly and gently and picked up pace as I warmed up to his cock in my ass. His cock was soon fucking me as fast as he could possibly go and it felt incredibly good to have him inside of me after our time apart. Eventually we became careless and started to moan and grunt aloud along with the wet smacking sound of skin bouncing off of skin. We were completely naked and all my sister had to do to know what we were doing would be open the door of her bedroom. I figured that if she wasn't taking a nap the she would probably be out in a few minutes so why hide it, and if she was asleep, she wouldn't be able to hear us. Although, the thought of Jessie coming out and catching us in the act made my penis even harder. I reached down and placed my hand around my own erection and began to stroke it when Brandon said, "Jake I'm going to cum." "Can you hold it for a few more seconds? I'm about to cum to and I want to do it at the same time." He pushed his cock in and pulled out three more times before I felt him tense up and slam into me as hard as he could. As soon as he was all of the way in, we both released at precisely the same time. His cock was twitching and shooting his semen into my bowels and my cock was shooting semen all over the hard wood floor below me. "OH FUCK," he yelled as the last waves of his orgasm washed over him, not caring anymore whether Jessica heard or not. "That was amazing! I have never cum so much in my life." "Me either," I replied. He pulled his dick out of me and I immediately turned around, pulled him into a tight hug, and began kissing him. When we finally broke the kiss, we began to gather our clothes and, forgetting that my cum was still splattered on the floor, we walked naked back down the hall to my room. Once inside, we threw our clothes in a pile, locked the door, and got under the covers together on my bed. There, we fell asleep in each other's arms with my hand holding his dick and his holding mine. When I woke up, later that afternoon, I quickly realized that Brandon was no longer in the bed with me. I wondered where he had gotten to until I heard voices coming from the living room. I got out of bed and, seeing as I was still naked, found the clothes that I had hastily dropped on the floor and put them on. I opened up the door to my room and walked to the living room. When I got there, I found Jessie and Brandon sitting on the couch and watching TV. I sat down I the chair that I had occupied previously and started watching with them. When I looked at the TV, I noticed that they were watching some romance movie. No doubt Jessie had woken up before all of us and started watching it and Brandon had no choice but to watch it. We didn't really do much for the rest of that first day there. We watched a few more movies after the first one ended and we ate supper. By the time midnight rolled around we were all pretty tired and decided it was time to go to bed. So, at that, we each walked to our separate bedrooms and got in bed. Brandon and I were even too tired to fool around like we wanted to after Jessie went to bed. When I woke up the next morning I was as horny as ever. The only problem was that Brandon was one of those people that sleeps until about noon. You could just about detonate a nuclear bomb next to his ear and he would still sleep on. So, not wanting to disturb him from his sleep, got out of bed, slipped my boxers off, and rummaged in my backpack until I found what I was looking for. I had hidden a small bottle of lube and a seven inch dildo in one of the pockets of my backpack. The dildo had a suction cup on the bottom so I got down on my knees and stuck it to the wall. I then squirted a little bit of the lube onto it and rubbed it in with my hand. Then, setting the lube bottle aside, I turned around and backed up to the fake cock that was sticking to my wall. When It touch my hole I shuddered with pleasure, then I continued to push back. "Oh fuck," I whispered to myself. When I had gotten the whole length of the dildo in my ass, I started to rock back and forth on it. I would move forward until only the head was still in and then slam backward as hard as I could. By now my dick was hard as a rock and dripping precum. Keeping one hand in front of me for support, I reached down with my right hand and started to stroke my erection. I rode that dildo for what seemed like an hour while switching between stoking my cock and bending over on all fours. I was so into that when I heard a soft moan by my door, I froze instantly and my hard on deflated. I turned my head toward the door and saw my sister there with her pajama pants around her ankles, panties around her knees, and one hand on her (virgin?) pussy while the other was up under her night shirt. Her eyes were closed so she hadn't noticed that I had stopped yet. The beautiful sight that stood in the doorway restored my erection faster than it had disappeared. I don't know what made me do it but I had a sudden urge to kiss her like no brother should kiss his sister. I pulled off of the dildo, stood up and walked over to her, all the while, my cock had started dripping precum again. I put my arms around her and her eyes shot open; she was obviously too lost in her own pleasure to know that I had noticed her there. I pulled her in close to me and her half naked body was pushed up against my fully naked body. Then I laid the gentlest of kisses lightly on her lips. As I started pulling away, it seemed like an animalistic hunger had woken within her. Her lips attacked mine and we were locked in an all out lip battle with our tongues dancing around in each other's mouth. I finally had the sense to break the kiss and pull her the rest of the way into my room. I then picked her up and carried her, like a groom might carry his new bride of the threshold, and set her down on my bed. I walked back over to the door and shut and locked it just in case Brandon did decide to wake up early. I turned around and whispered to her, "Hey, remember when we used to share the shower when we stayed here?" Jessica smiled a deviant smile and said, "How could I forget. That's when I first realized I was in love with you." That was too much for me. I immediately pulled her panties and pajama pants off, almost ripping them in the process. Then she sat up and I pulled her shirt over her head, though a little more gently that with her pants. Slowly her small, B-cup sized breasts came into view and all I could do was stare at them. "I'm sorry their not bi-," she started to say but I stopped her by pressing my lips to hers once more. I picked her up again and carried her through the open bathroom door and into the shower. I sat her down on the bench and walked over to the door that led to Brandon's room and locked it as well. By the time I got back in the shower she already had the water running and warm. Her beautiful light blonde hair that had been dry and wavy just moments before, was now wet, dark and sticking to her face. It only made me want her even more. I pulled her close to me once more and squeezed her tight to my body as out lips met yet again. Her hands were soon wandering below my waist and eventually they found my very erect penis. She started stroking it as we kissed the most passionate kiss yet. As she did this, my hands were doing a bit of wandering, themselves. My fingers reached her shaved pussy and I slid two inside ever so slightly. After about five minutes of this she pulled away and sat on the bench again. "Get over here and fuck my pussy, Jake," she said as she spread her legs obscenely wide. "How could I refuse that," I asked. With that said, I walked up to the bench and got down on my knees in front of her. I hooked my arms under her legs and lifted a little. Before I lined up my cock with her pussy, however, I decided that I just had to taste it. Leaned forward and started to lick her wet vagina like my life depended on it. When she start moaning, I decided that it was time. I brought my cock up to her pussy and rested the tip on it. "Just be gentle," she said. "I'm still a virgin." "Do you want me to do it fast or slow?" "Do it fast to get it over with. Then be gentle," she said to me. I could hear the nervousness in her voice as she spoke the last sentence but we were both exceptionally horny. I pushed the tip of my penis into her soaking pussy and I thought I was in heaven. It was warm and soft and tight all at the same time. However, I barely had time to enjoy it when I felt her legs wrap around my body and pull me forward. With that simple motion I was all the way in side her and her hymen was broken. I looked down, checking for her blood but there was none. We had been at it fro what seemed like hours, but it could only have been minutes. I was pumping in and out as fast as I could while still trying to be as gentle as possible. Then I felt it. That familiar tingling sensation in my balls that could only mean one thing. I wanted to cum inside of her but I didn't want to get her pregnant. I hadn't thought to bring condoms for Brandon and me. Why would I? How many times has a man gotten another man pregnant? "I'm going to cum Jessie!" "Do it," she yelled. "Cum in your little sister's tight pussy. Give me a baby, big brother!" When she said the word "brother" she started to tremble and her pussy started to convulse around my cock. I could only assume that she was cumming on her big brother's cock. As she was cumming I gave in to. With one final thrust and loud grunt. I shot blast after blast of hot sticky semen into her womb. Her legs, still wrapped around me, pulled me deeper into her spasming pussy as came I what seemed like gallons. Afterward, we sat there not moving and just looking into each other's eyes like there was nothing else in the world. My cock was still inside her but it was starting to soften. As we lay there in our post-orgasmic bliss, I heard someone try to turn the door nob. When Brandon couldn't get the door open, he started to knock on it. I looked back at Jessica and saw that she was giggling like a little girl. She would always be a little girl to me.