0 comments/ 40548 views/ 4 favorites Best Friends By: Knightwriter I have been best friends with Rosa for some time now. She is a beautiful red head with an hour glass figure and a nice size pair of titties if I do say so myself. We always hang out together and can talk for hours at a time on the phone about anything and everything. We have never taken our friendship to the next level not over a lack of trying on my part. She was afraid of "ruining the relationship." I have always been there for Rosa whenever she suffered a break up with a boy or was just being used and abused by men. Rosa is such a beautiful girl but has a very low self esteem so she usually "allows" herself to be completely dominated and manipulated by men. One night not too long ago something happened that completely blew me away both figuratively and literally. It was well after midnight when I awoke to someone knocking on my door. It was my sweet Rosa and she seemed terribly upset and distraught. I sat her down on my couch and gave her something to drink. She immediately went into detail about her disastrous date with this guy Chad. They had gone out to a club and had a few drinks. They started making out hot and heavy on the dance floor and Chad decided a change of venue was in order. They headed out for the parking lot and got in the back seat of his automobile. Chad didn't waste time with he wanted to get right to business. He pulled off her top and clawed off her bra he roughly manhandled her boobs and ripped off her panties. He pulled his huge ten inch dick and placed at the entrance of her vagina but she was afraid because she had never been with anyone so big before. He told her not to worry and slammed it all the way home and she shrieked out in pain. He started pumping his huge hard cock into her overstretched cunt furiously. She told him to stop but he was to far gone to care. He forcefully held on to her big tits with a vice like grip. He kept slamming into her until he howled like a wild animal and emptied a huge load of jism into her cunt and spilling over her thighs and onto the seat. He told her she was a great fuck and that he would take her home if she wanted. She asked to be brought to my place. She was crying on my shoulder and I held her close to me offering her comfort and support. She laid her head on my lap as I rubbed her back gently much to her delight. "Why can't I find a guy like you Nelson? Someone who is sweet, kind and caring.?" I assured that in time her "Prince Charming" would come along. "Thank you for the back rub hun? It feels really good?" She purred like a kitten as I continued my little friendly back rub. I worked my way down her back onto her tight ass and just rested it there. "Don't stop," was her only reply. I started rubbing her sweet ass and she loved it. She started rubbing my cock through my pants and I started to get hard. One good turn deserves another so I reached up under her mini skirt and started rubbing her pussy. The time had now come. I got up and sat her back down on the couch and took her sweet erect nipples into my mouth and gently caressed her magnificent breasts. I kissed and licked her belly and worked my way down to her toes and took her big toe into my mouth and licked sucked and she giggled and told me that it tickled. I kissed my way up her beautiful long legs on my way to her treasure trove. I licked and sucked on her sweet juicy pussy. I nibbled on her clit a little and that drove her wild. I kissed her sweet pussy lips and jabbed my tongue as deep in her cunt as I could. She was squirming and moving all around lost in her own desire. I was devouring her lovely cunt and I couldn't get enough of it and I am sure she felt quite the same at that moment. She placed her hands at the back of my head and pressed my face into her sex. "Make fucking cum!!!" She need say no more. I gave her love button one last lick and suck and she screamed as she released of flood of her pussy juice into my mouth and down my throat. I sat next to her on the couch and we kissed and held each other for awhile. "I'm sorry that I'm too sore to let to let you fuck me but I still want you to get off." She kissed me sweetly on the lips and got on her knees in front of me. She stroked my stiff hard cock as she licked and sucked on the head of my penis. She was driving me wild. She licked up and down my shaft and licked and sucked on my balls. I was moaning and groaning with the pleasure that my sweet Rosa was bestowing upon me. She sucked the entire length of my cock in her warm sweet mouth and sucked to her heart's content. She bobbed her head up and down my dick like a happy little girl until I could finally take no more and I came with a loud cry into her mouth and down her throat. "That was delicious sweetie. We should do this more often." I could only nod in agreement. Best Friends Note: This story is "Flash Fiction", meaning that it is a complete story in 250 words, or less. We waited at the airport for Martha and Bill, who often join us for vacations. My husband Tom spotted them at the terminal and waved. We'd reserved rooms at a hotel - as usual, adjoining rooms with a connecting door. After dinner they came to our room. We were on the couch; they sat on the bed. Martha approached the couch and kissed me on the lips; I responded. She unbuttoned my blouse and fingered my nipples with one hand while her other hand reached under my skirt and played with my pussy. Swizzled my clit. Pulled at my pussy lips, gently, urgently. God, that felt good! She knows how to make me wet. I glanced over. Tom had joined Bill. Bill had removed Tom's shirt and was running his tongue around Tom's nipples. Tom had Bill's cock in his hand and was jacking it up and down. Bill's tool is impressive as hell; Tom loves to play with it, suck on it whenever he can. It always arouses me and Martha, to watch our men make love. The guys headed for the adjoining room, hand-in-hand, cocks hard and swinging. Tom called out, "Breakfast at 9:00 AM." I nodded, only. My tongue was occupied, licking Martha's clit. She had shifted to nibble mine, her nails to my asscheeks. I love traveling with such close friends. * * * * * Copyright 2001 by Lesly Sloan. This story may not be distributed or copied without the express permission of the author. All comments are welcome. Best Friends It was Thursday after a long week of meetings and controversy, I decided to skip out of work and head home early. Al and Kellie were down from Massachusetts and this would be a good opportunity to spend some time with them and their children. As I pulled into the drive, I noticed that both vans were gone which meant that there was probably no one home and my leaving early was wasted. As I entered the house, I heard some music and realized that Kellie was the only one home. She told me that Kay had gone out to get a few things and would be back soon and that Al had taken the kids to a movie and would be back about 8:30 or 9:00. As usual Kellie walked to me and gave me a warm and tight hug. Kellie always clings on and feels my arms and my beck when she holds me. This hug is the same hug she always gives me and it always gives me an erection. Kellie, herself, is not the kind of person who turns the typical male's head in shopping mall. Her features are average and her body is also fairly average, but her love for Kay and me just makes her extremely beautiful. Through her hug I get a fair measure of her chest and wonder how her breasts might be different than my wife's. I know that Kay's must be larger and fuller, but although Kellie's hang slightly lower, they would be sexy to see in their own right. Kay has always been interested in sucking another woman's breasts and I'm sure if she were horny enough, she would at least want to check Kellie's breasts out. All this flashes through my head during the hug and I know that it has been a long time since Kay and I had been able to make love. Tonight, I would make passionate amends to Kay for my horny thoughts about her best friend. I wonder if Kay has ever thought what it would be like to see and perhaps suck Al's cock. It's a matter of horny curiosity. As Kellie and I disengage, she holds my hand extra long and guides me to the kitchen where she pours me a glass of wine. It is delicious and we share several before Kay got home. Kay joins us and pretty soon we are all fairly light headed and Kellie's wineglass tips and splashes wine over my chest and some of my pants. "Oh no," Kellie is devastated. Kay comments that we have to get these stained clothes into the dryer and she begins to pull my shirt over my head. Kellie joins in and I note that her hand holds tightly onto my chest as she lifts the back up. Naturally, my nipples harden and my cock does so mildly too. Kay smiles and asks if I have underwear on. Kellie shrieks a laugh at Kay's outrageousness, but the laugh turns into a satisfied smile as Kay unzips and pulls down my wet pants. Kay pretends to be preoccupied with the laundry and ignores the bulge in my pants and then leaves to put the laundry in the washer machine. I call out that I could use some more clothes. Then I look at Kellie's shirt and it has a small wine stain too. Once pointed out, Kellie being shy, says she needs to go get another shirt and get changed and leaves for her room. Kay comes back in and immediately puts one hand on my cock and the other on my nipples and whispers "I don't have any clothes for you and I can't wait to suck this cock!" I tell Kay that Kellie has gone downstairs to change her shirt and Kay heads down to get her shirt from her. A moment later, Kay calls quietly up to me to come down. Once downstairs, we both peak into the cracked door where Kellie is changing. Kellie is facing us and has taken off her shirt. We watch with great anticipation as she removes her bra and we see two beautiful pale white breasts. Then Kellie does something out of character and she begins to gently rub and pinch her brown nipples. Sighs escape her lips and both Kay and I realize she is just as horny as we are! Kay tells me to go upstairs and grudgingly, I do. Kay then bursts into Kellie's room "by accident" and sees her best friend in a state. Immediately Kellie is embarrassed, but Kay soothes her by telling her how beautiful her breasts are. Why should they be hidden, after all, they are both mature women. Kellie giggles and Kay steps forward and pulls down Kellie's folded arms, "see, that isn't so bad!," but Kellie moves her arms up a bit anyway hiding only the nipples. Kay picks up Kellie's shirt off the bed, smiles and says "I know what will make you more comfortable . . .." Soon, Kay's shirt is off and bra removed. Kay's own hands cup her breasts and then she reaches out for Kellie's. They are smooth and heavy in her hands and bigger than she expected. "Where's Jack?" Kellie asked. Kay says that I am upstairs masturbating because I have an insatiable appetite for sex and since I was half-naked in front of her, I'm probably very horny! Kellie closes her eyes as Kay continues to massage her breasts and then Kellie says quietly, "its been 3 months since Al and I made love, we're just too busy with work and all that." Kellie continues on how lucky Kay is to have a man who adores her body so much and wants her so much. As Kay begins to kiss and lick Kellie's breast, she continues on how Al has seemed to grow tired of her body. Kellie's pain strikes deep into Kays core. Here she is taking advantage of Kellie's hornines and alcohol induced state when she should be taking away some of her pain by getting her laid! Then again, licking and sucking Kellie's breasts really turned her on. Kay stopped and said, "I'm going to take care of you." Kay quickly comes upstairs and gets me. Together we return to the king sized bed and decide that we are going to play with Kellie and get her into a horny state like she has never seen and then let it all release. Kellie mildly protested as we each took turns on her breasts. She completely gave in when Kay's manicured fingers found their way to Kellie's wet clit. A sigh escaped both Kay and Kellie's lips as Kay's fingers began to work Kellie's clit back and forth, up and down and around. Watching this, I was ready to explode. It had been 20 years since I had seen and touched a woman's breasts other than Kay's and now as Kellie straddled me, my mouth connected with her soft breast. It was different and I savored that difference. For Kay, she had never sucked a woman's breast and it was a wonderful sensation. I had never made love to anyone but Kay and here we were, with Kellie's vagina surrounding my cock while Kay continued to rub both Kellie's and her clit. Within minutes that seemed like hours, all three burst our climax onto each other. Fulfilled, Kellie slid off me and the three of us cuddled for a while, not quite sure what to do. Amazingly, within a half hour we got dressed and went about our business as if nothing unusual happened. Al came back with the kids and since it was late, we put them to bed. A few minutes later, Kay and I heard some noised from downstairs. We both snuck down and peeked in. There was Kellie atop Al sliding up and down on his cock. After I sensuously kissed Kay, we smiled knowing that maybe we had broken a log jam in Al and Kellie's relationship. We then went upstairs and made slow, deliberate, sensual and passionate love until we fell over with exhaustion. Best Friends Authors Note: This is a longer story with a lot of time spent on emotions and character and development. If you enjoyed this story or if you hated it please take the time to vote and to tell me why - Aspiring Romantic. * * * * * "Come on," she pleaded. "Just stick it in there!" "I'm trying," I responded, breathlessly. "It just doesn't want to go in." Cameron was sprawled out on the bed with her platinum blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, showing off the dark roots. Anxiously, she waited for me to slide the large shaft home. After being apart for nearly two months, this was a much-anticipated meeting. "Come on," she moaned again. "You're fucking killing me here!" "That's it," I said, no longer hiding my frustration. "I give up." I dropped the large metal shaft I had been holding for the last 15 minutes. "I didn't come over here to help you put your furniture back together. Get your dad to do this shit when he gets home." "Good," she said with a smile. "I'm starving. Let's order some Chinese food to go with that wine." Cameron hopped off the bed and led the way back downstairs. It was the first weekend of summer break, and the two of us were celebrating a reunion or sorts. Cameron and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. We grew up together, and had been nearly inseparable since the beginning of high school. Over the last nine months, we had each been away for our first year of college. Although we talked on the phone several times a week, this was our first time hanging out together since Easter. We ordered our Chinese food, and a half hour later we sat in the living room eating and watching television. Cameron had been depressed all week after finding out her parents wouldn't be around on her first weekend home from school. She had found out on the previous Saturday that her father's company was sending him to New York from some meetings. Since her mom and sister had never been, he took them along. Knowing that Cameron had always been uncomfortable home alone, I had volunteered to keep her company. I had known her parents most of my life, and they were comfortable with the idea, so I had dropped in on Saturday afternoon with a couple of rented movies and some cheap strawberry Mad Dog, Cameron's drink of choice in our youth. The two of us sat eating and drinking, barely watching the movie as we shared college stories and the latest gossip about kids from high school. Although we each had a solid year of partying under our belt, it still didn't take long for us to get drunk off the cheap malt liquor. We had been joking around and talking for a while, when she asked "So, you still haven't met any interesting girls at school?" "You know me," I responded, "I've had some fun, but there's no one to replace you." "Finding all the pretty girls and breaking their hearts, as usual?" she asked. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Nothing," she smiled..."It's just you know how you are...you either hang around the sluts, or you find some cute little innocent thing, coax her into bed, and then break her heart with some other girl." "Oh," I responded. She had described my M.O. perfectly, and suddenly I wanted to change the subject. "How about you?" I asked. "Have you been out giving some college guys the thrill of their life?" "I've dated a few guys," she answered, "nothing serious, but I think you knew that." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Oh, you know why..."she said. "Why?" "Babe," she began in a serious tone, "We've been friends forever, and we talk about almost everything...but there are still some things we never talk about." "Like what?" "Like the rumors that always went around high school" she said. "I've heard the ones about me, and some about you, and I know you must have." "I don't know what you're talking about." I responded, but inside I knew what she was going to say. "Don't bullshit me," Cameron said. She began to imitate a snooty female voice "I heard that Cameron Valance is a dyke." And, in a deep male voice "Cameron doesn't put out for anyone...I bet she's a carpet muncher." Again. using the snooty voice. she said, "I heard she got caught eating out some other lesbo at a party." "Oh, that rumor," I said. "Yeah, I've heard all of them, but I never said anything about it because I knew it was bullshit. I mean, I know you fooled around with Jennie Milano at that party. I know you did lot's of stuff with girls, because you told me. But I've never thought you were a lesbian. You went out with guys in high school all the time, and talk about cute actors and stuff." It was the first time I could remember lying to Cameron about something serious. Oftentimes I had wondered if she might be gay, but had never brought it up, feeling it might ruin our friendship. After all, if she was gay, it didn't really matter. "But you also knew I never fucked any of those guys in high school" she responded. "And I think you knew when you asked earlier me that I didn't fuck any guys at college either." "So what?" I answered, "Lots of people don't have sex until later in life. That doesn't make you gay." "You're still afraid to ask," she said. "But I'm not going to be a bitch and make you say it. I'm not a lesbian. At least I don't think I am. I see guys I think are hot, but when I've started fooling around with a guy...you know, making out, him touching me, trying to feel my breast...I just don't get turned on by it. But I still think there is a guy out there for me, but for now, I'm happy fooling around with girls...it's just easier, and I enjoy it." "Well, I've got nothing else to do tonight." I said joking. We both laughed. Suddenly a thought popped into my head. "What rumors were you talking about regarding me?" I asked. "Oh, nothing," she said..."Just about your thing." "What thing?" "You know, about your thing," she giggled. "No, I don't know, what thing?" "Come on...don't make me say it" she pleaded. "Cammie, I honestly don't know what you are talking about." She looked at me with frustrated eyes as she sighed. Then she blurted it out. "About your cock...you have some great, big, giant cock." I stared at her in shock. I had honestly never heard many rumors about it. "There are rumors about it?" I asked, stunned. "You really don't know? I've heard as long as 14 inches, and as big around as my wrist. All the girls talked about it...several of them asked me if I had seen it, since they knew we were friends...the girls that didn't take me for a dyke that is." "I can't believe girls talk about it." "I can't believe you didn't know," she said. "I mean, honestly, you're cute, and you're funny and great when someone gets to know you, but at first, you are awkward around girls, and how many did you sleep with in high school?" "I don't know," I answered, "a few." "A few," she giggled. "Just counting the ones you told me about, it was over 10 during our last 2 years. That's more than a few. And, baby, I'm your best friend, but you're horrible at flirting. Didn't you ever wonder how you got to so many?" Honestly, I had never really thought about, and I told her so. I knew I was decent at flirting with shy girls, but with the popular girls I was always been nervous, yet I had managed to bed quite a few of them. I had always thought that they found the nervousness endearing. Cameron told me that she had even heard of girls targeting me out, to see if the rumors were true. I blushed a little. "Well, it's really not that big you know. It's between 9 and 10 inches, and about this big around," I said, holding my fingers up to show the girth. "God," she responded, "I've never seen one up close, but, honey, I've read, and that's a lot bigger than the average, isn't it?" I nodded. "Something like that would rip me apart!" "You'd be surprised," I answered. Cameron giggled. "How do you even fit something that big in your pants? How do you wear shorts?" "It's really not that big of a deal," I said. "Do you want to just see it?" "No. No, I don't." she laughed, and then paused. "Well, yes, kind of. I've never seen one, and I'm curious, but no, I shouldn't. No .I don't want to, unless you want to show it to me...but I shouldn't...and I don't want to take advantage of you...I'd have to pay you back some how. Maybe show you my boobs?" "You don't have to pay me back. It's no big deal." I stood up in front of Cameron and unzipped my jeans, and unbuttoned them. I pulled them down a bit, as well as my boxers, and gently pulled out my penis. The whole time she kept telling me I didn't have to do it, she was just being silly because of the wine, but when I got it out, she stopped talking. My penis hung in front of her in it's flaccid state, almost seven inches long, and above average girth. "Holy shit," was the only thing she could say at first. "And that gets bigger when your horny, right? It's kind of silly looking, but sexy in a way." It was about this time that I realized that if it hadn't been for the alcohol, I never would have just whipped out my piece. Even with my buzz, I was starting to feel a little weird, like a piece of meat. Here I was, with my pants down standing in front of a woman, with my genitalia exposed, being looked over in a very clinical fashion, like a dog being judged at Westminster Abbey. Cameron was still talking, but I wasn't paying much attention, I was starting to become to embarrassed. "It's so weird," she was saying, "So ugly, yet in some way beautiful. I'll bet it's heavy, you must get a workout carrying this thing around." Without thinking she reached out and wrapped a hand around my penis, and hefted it a couple of times like a dumbbell. "Yeah, heavy." I barely heard her last comment. From the minute her hand touched me, a jolt shot through my body, starting deep inside my testicles. I knew right then that we had both drank too much, and that things were going to far, but I couldn't stop the physical reaction -- My penis was beginning to get stiff in her hand. For some reason, I had never...NEVER...thought about Cameron in a sexual manner. Once I had a wet dream about her, and instead lusting after her the next day, I was just nervous. I had never considered hitting on her, or having sex with her. I guess our friendship had prevented the basic lust feelings I had for most women from surfacing. I later found out she had never thought about me in a romantic or sexual way either. Cameron still held my penis in her hand, seemingly unaware of what was happening. She was asking questions, but I didn't answer. For the first time in my life I was seeing the woman in front of me in a very different light. She was no longer Cammie, my best friend and confidante, who may or may not be a lesbian. She was Cameron, an extremely attractive blonde 19 year old, who had my cock in her hand, and was making it very happy. As Cameron began to realize what was going on, she looked up at me with surprise, still holding my penis in her hand. I looked at her face, and realized she was beautiful, and wondered how I had never seen it before. Her hair was long and straight, pulled back in a ponytail. It had a very fine texture, and was dyed light blonde, almost white, although I could still see her dark roots. Her face was perfectly round, and very pretty, with fair skin, a cute little upturned nose, and pretty pink lips. Her eyes were vibrant green, and her lashes long and dark, even though she was wearing no make-up. Looking down, I realized her body was very slim and fit, no doubt from playing soccer in high school, and her breasts were very ample on her tight frame. Her skin was like alabaster--pale, smooth, but not pasty. She was wearing a white, short-sleeved, knit top that zipped up the front, and left her flat stomach exposed. Her black athletic shorts seemed to cling to her muscular thighs and ass. Almost instantaneously I became rock hard. "What's going on?" she asked, and giggled nervously. "I'm so sorry, Cammie...I just...I can't help it." All I could think about now was having sex with my best friend. What would she be like? What did she look like naked? "I'm so sorry, and embarrassed Cammie." I said. "I would leave, but I no how nervous you get alone at night, and I don't want to do that to you. I do think you should just go to bed now, and I'll sleep in here. I just don't trust myself. I can't think straight right now, and I don't want to do something stupid. Something that might piss you off, or embarrass me, or somehow ruin our friendship." Cameron had a queen sized bed in her room, and normally I just shared it with her when I slept over, but in this situation, I knew I would end up trying to have sex with her. I had always been weak in the face of temptation, as too many of my past girlfriends had learned. "Are you serious?" she asked. I just nodded in response. "Wow, you really don't have much control over that thing. I guess that's why you can't hold a relationship together." "Probably so," I answered, thinking back to all the girls I had never meant to hurt, but somehow I still had. I had never been able to turn down sex starting with losing my virginity to Ashley Welch, while dating someone else. My penis was still throbbing, and for some reason I hadn't even considered putting it up yet. My head was still filled with images of Cameron and I having sex right there on the living room floor. "What if I told you I didn't want to sleep alone tonight?" Cameron asked. "Cammie, honey, I told you, I don't trust myself. I can't control myself right now. At this second, I can't stop picturing the two of us going at it." "Well then, why don't we just do it?" "Do what?" I asked, confused. "What do you think?" she responded. "Fuck." I think my jaw hit the floor at that instant. I was completely shocked...I stammered, trying to find words. After a few seconds, she started talking. "Listen, I just told you that I've fooled around with guys, and never even been aroused. Well, right now, looking at you standing there with a hard on, knowing you are fantasizing about me--I don't know--I just feel something. I mean I'm not all horny right this second, but I feel something, like the feeling I've only had with girls before." I still didn't know what to say. "Look, I've been waiting all this time for the perfect guy to give my virginity too, and it's built up so much now that I'm never going to find him. With you, it's someone I know I care about." "But Cameron, I don't want to fuck up our relationship. You're my best friend and I don't want to ruin that. Like you always point out, my relationships don't end so well." "We're too good of friend to let that happened" she answered. "And besides, what if my first time with a man is bad? Then I may never try it again. With you, at least I know it will be good. Your penis size wasn't the only thing I heard from the girl's in high school." She giggled, and it was infectious, and with that, all the tension was broken. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and put my arm around her shoulders. Our eyes locked, and I was lost in those vibrant, blazing green eyes. Damn, she was beautiful I thought to myself, and all these years I've taken it for granted, never even noticed. We stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, and in that moment, I knew , we both knew, that our relationship was about to change forever, and that there was no turning back at this point. I lifted a hand and gently caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers, then I leaned in and kissed my best friend on the lips, softly at first, but our slips slowly parted, and we began to embrace, totally lost in each other. Delicately, I traced my tongue along the top of hers, and finally I pulled away, slightly sucking her top lip. We sat staring at each other, both of us a little ruffled and breathless. It was quite obvious from my still exposed penis that I was very turned on, and I could sense that Cameron was as well. I allowed my eyes to roam her body once more. Her nipples were protruding slightly through her knit top, and I noticed I could see a hint of a green bra through the white fabric. I watched her slightly exposed stomach expand and contract, and her bosom heave, as her breath came in quick gasps. I marveled once more at how I had taken her looks for granted for so long. I realized she was perfect, and at that instant I no longer just wanted her, I NEEDED her. I needed her like I had never needed a woman before. Not just for sex, but for fulfillment. I needed more than just her body, I needed her soul. I needed to possess this girl I'd known most of my life, who had some how become a woman while I had my back turned. I gently took her hand in mine, and let my first two fingers slide up her arm. "Oh shit, Cammie...I need you so bad...I need this," I whispered, my voice on the edge of quivering. "Then take me," she whispered back, her voice husky, and filled with lust. "Take me...Take me now." She paused, and leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. "Tonight, right now, you own me" she whispered, her voice filled with emotion, her eyes locked onto mine, "Maybe you always have." I was overwhelmed with emotion. Part of me felt like I was going to cry tears of joy. Part of me was confused. There was something else there...love, perhaps? But mostly, I felt the need, hers as well as my own. Hungrily, I lurched forward, wrapping my arms tight around her body, as she did the same to me. We kissed deeply, both of us in a frenzy. We parted, and gently I began to pull down the zipper of her top, slowly revealing her breasts, supported by a beautiful emerald green satin bra. I could tell just from her cleavage that they were very perky, definitely a C-cup, and a very nice shape. Her top fell open, and between kisses she removed my shirt. Slowly, she slid her hand across my bare chest, and down my stomach, and then, while looking me in the eye, wrapped it firmly around my stiff cock. I couldn't help but to gasp. My movements became slower, and more deliberate, as I reached over and unbuttoned her shorts. I unzipped them slowly, revealing gorgeous green satin panties. I'd seen her panties a thousand times in the past...she usually slept in them and nothing more that a long t-shirt.. but I had never had this reaction before. They drove me wild. Even before I got her shorts down, I could see they were damp. I could see dark little pubic hairs through them, and the smell of her sex flooded my nostrils. She stood up so I could get her shorts off, and I noticed how they hugged her body, and what a cute, tight little athletic ass she had. For the hundredth time that night, I wondered how I never noticed before. I jerked her shorts down in one quick moment, and began to run my tongue up her inner thigh. I stood up in front of her, and she slowly peeled away my clothing. Again, she wrapped one hot hand tightly around my throbbing organ, and pulled me towards her, using it like a leash. "So is this what most girls do?" she asked, as she proceeded to slide her tongue along it expertly, teasing me. A chill shot out from the base of my spine as I was overtaken with pleasure. Gently, she slid her hand from base to tip, every now and then licking it, providing lubrication. I knew I couldn't take much of that. I hadn't been this horny, or eager to cum since I was 16. Slowly, I pulled away, and dropped to my knees in front of her. I hitched my fingers in the waistband of her panties, and began to slide them down. They were tight, and the clung nicely to her perfect round ass. As they came down, I was slowly treated to the sight of a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair, and eventually her vagina. By the time her panties reached mid-thigh, the smell of her need was enough to almost knock me flat. The panties themselves were absolutely drenched. I ran my nose along them, taking in her scent. Best Friends After the panties hit the floor, I joined her on the couch. I sat next to her and began to kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, as I coaxed my first two fingers inside of her. I used my thumb to rub her clit, and my pinky to rub the area below her vagina. Cameron threw her head back and closed her eyes. Her breathing became incredibly shallow. "Oh shit. Please don't stop" she whispered. "It feels too good." Using my free hand, I loosed her bra, which clasped in the front. Her breasts popped free, and they were every bit as enticing as I knew they would be. Gently, I took turns caressing each of her nipples, turning them into rock hard buds, before I began to roll them with my lips, and flick them with my tongue as I continuously slid my fingers in and out. "I'm going to cum." she panted, barely audible. "What was that?" I asked "I said I'm going to fucking cum," she burst out, as she desperately pulled for air. Her hips began pressing hard into my fingers, and for the first time she really began to moan. "Oh shit...oh shit" she panted at first, and then it became a shout, over and over. Seconds later, a wave of pleasure went through her body, and she shook all over, incapable of words. After that she opened her eyes. "How does it feel to be the first man to give me a big O?" she giggled. "Good," I answered..."but not nearly as good as it's going to feel to be the first man to cum inside of you." We both laughed for a minute, and then I asked if she was ready. She nodded, and I helped her lay down on the couch, before mounting her. She lay on her back looking up at me, her shirt and bra still on, hanging open. "Be gentle," she whispered. "It's supposed to hurt on your first time." I promised her I would be, as she took my cock in her tiny hand, and guided it to her entrance. Gently, I began to slide in. I felt her hymen resisting me, and that drove me wild. How many had I already broken in my life? I couldn't even count at that point. Being as tender as possible, I applied the necessary force, and pushed though. Cameron gasped slightly, and her eyes were watering, as I gently began to stroke in and out. The sensation was incredible. She was very tight. At first, I couldn't get all the way in, but as I continued humping her, I eventually began to feel my balls touching her body. I pushed slowly for the first five minutes, then I began to build up speed. "It hurts," she whispered, but she told me not to stop. We were both beginning to moan now. We were quiet at first, but the volume quickly increased. Shortly, her moans turned into screams of joy, and I knew she would come again soon "Fuck me," she started to pant. "I feel so good." As I continued to drive into her, Cameron kept pleading for more. It didn't take long until I felt her give. She stopped thrusting, and her body nearly collapsed, as she shivered. Her eyes closed, and her mouth went in to a grimace. She shouted out a string of profanities the likes of which I had never heard from her. The sounds and sight drove me wild, and I felt myself letting go, as I shot spray after spray of my hot load up inside her. I couldn't remember the last time I had came so hard. Afterwards, we just lay there, looking at each other, my penis still inside of her. We didn't say a word, we just ran our fingers over each other's body. Time seemed to stand still for us, and minutes seemed like years. Finally, the two of us got up, and went to her deck out back. She sat on my lap, nude, with a blanket wrapped around the two of us as we smoked an old joint she had brought back from school. We hardly said a word, both of us lost in our own thoughts, but the silence was comfortable. After we finished, she leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes, and the two of us sat there for an hour, without a word, before we slowly began to kiss again. We moved to her bedroom, and still without talking, the two of us made love between her sheets before falling asleep nude together, in each other's arms. ******************************* I hadn't bothered to notice what time sleep had fallen on the two of us. I knew it had been late when our fateful conversation was started, and it was even later by the time we had finished our second bout of love making. On top of that, the sex had been exhaustive, on both the physical and emotional level. For me, the emotion was something new. Cameron was the first sexual partner I had ever really cared about. The thought was kind of shocking to me. For someone who had just completed his freshman year of college, my experience was considerable. Cameron's estimate that I had slept with ten girls during our last two years of high school was a little conservative, and when you added on my first two years of high school, and my college experiences, the number was rather large. But still, I couldn't recall having an emotional attachment to even one of them. Sex, in my view, had been like a conquest. In most of the cases, that had been fine for both parties. When we climbed in bed, we both knew it was just for fun. But then, there were the others. The good girls who had fallen in love, or at least thought they had, only to have their innocence stolen from them, and their heart carelessly broken. But that wasn't entirely true. For each heart I had broken, I had left a scar on my own. The scars faded, but from each one, a small piece remained, small enough to forget about most of the time, but the scars were still there, and every once in a while, they hurt. It was close to eleven in the morning when I first woke up. The sun was shining brightly through her bedroom window, and rays of it fell on Cameron's nude body. She was still soundly asleep, slightly curled up on her side. Her light blonde hair, no longer in a ponytail, glistened like gold, and I couldn't resist running my fingers gently through it. She stirred for a second, and sighed softly in her sleep. In the night, the sheets had pulled away from her body, leaving her totally exposed. I studied her body in silent awe, once again shocked that I had never noticed it before. Her skin was extremely fair, but not pasty, and softer than satin to the touch. Her breasts were very round and ample...as perfect a shape as I had ever seen, with gorgeous pink nipples the color of a tongue. They were both erect at the moment, and I had to fight the urge to touch them. Her entire body was slender, and very toned, and her curves were very womanly. I gently slid my hand down her hip, and around the curve of her ass... the most perfect ass I had ever seen. Nice. Tight. Round.. It was the kind of butt that women's clothes were made to show off, and that men loved to have their hands on. Finally, I looked at her vagina. It was surrounded by a nicely trimmed thick thatch of dark brown hair. The vagina itself was very visually pleasing, and I enjoyed looking at it. I leaned towards her, and softly kissed her cheek, and she woke briefly, and smiled at me. Then she turned and put her arms around me, and I lay with her, and drifted back into sleep. It was early afternoon the next time I woke up. The sun had apparently continued on it's path through the sky, as it was no longer shining into the bedroom window. Looking over, I noticed that Cameron was no longer in bed, and after a few seconds I heard her in the other end of the house, softly singing along with the radio. I stumbled out of bed into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit, and then laid back down. The memories of the previous night were vivid in my mind. It had been surreal, and I was amazed it had happened. For a few minutes I imagined having a real relationship for once in my life. Cameron and I got along tremendously, and the sex had been extraordinary. But my delusions only lasted for a few seconds before my brain returned to normal. To me, monogamy was the scariest word in the English language. The thought of not being able to have sex when I wanted, with whomever I wanted frightened me. Then a thought occurred that frightened me even more. What if I wasn't able to get out of this situation with my friendship intact? A relationship was the last thing I wanted, but losing Cameron's friendship would be a nightmare. I had other friends from high school, of course, and new friends at college, but no one so close, and I knew that the type of relationship Cammie and I had shared before last night took years to build. Ideally, our friendship would go back to what it had always been, with the added bonus of the occasional toss between the sheets, but somehow I knew that wasn't going to work for her. A cold sweat was starting to form on my body when I heard her footsteps coming down the hall. I closed my eyes and feigned sleep as the bedroom door opened. Carefully, I kept one eye slightly opened to see what was going on. Cameron was standing in the doorway of the room with her hair still down. She was wearing a very short satin nightie. It was basically white, with a very light pastel blue floral print. It had spaghetti straps, and the hem was trimmed with white lace. It was evident that she wasn't wearing a bra, but her breasts still stood firm, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples easily. I was actually shocked to find out that she owned something like that. In the past, she had always slept in oversized t-shirts and panties. Slowly, she walked towards the bed. "Wake up, sleepy head" she called gently. I stirred slowly, acting as if I was just waking up. "I made you some breakfast, baby." She pulled the sheets off of me, revealing my tall naked body. My large penis lay limp across my leg. "But first," she began, "I thought you might like a little dessert." She climbed into the bed slowly, and lifted her nightie slightly so that she could straddle my legs, exposing a beautiful pair of pastel blue satin panties, with lace trim. The satin felt nice on my bare legs, and I could already feel her heat emanating through the thin material. "I think I know just the thing to wake you up," she whispered. She leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest, and kissed me deeply on the lips. The soft satin nightie rubbed against my cock, and caused it to stir. As she sat back up she carefully drug her nails down the length of my torso, finally stopping at my waist. She began to slide her hands up and down the length of my inner thigh, just barely grazing my balls each time, causing me to get hard quickly. She began to talk to me, as she took my scrotum in her left hand and began to massage it. She twirled the index finger of her right hand in my dark pubic hairs. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked. I nodded. "I'm glad," she responded. "I don't own that many pretty night things, but I thought you would like this one." Slowly, Cameron began to slide her hand up and down my lengthy cock, quickly bringing it to attention. She did it in a very nonchalant manner as if she had years of experience. "Last night was amazing," she said. "I'm not just talking about my first time...I'm talking about it being with you." I laid on my back listening to her talk, finding it hard to pay attention as she continued to caress my throbbing member. "I know this is going to be a little weird as first" she continued, "But I really think it will work." Her petite hand still slid up and down my shaft, but I was no longer distracted. I wanted to hear what she was saying at this point. "I mean, neither one of us has been much good at relationships, but we've always maintained our friendship, and it's been great. And then last night... well, last night was magnificent. I loved every moment of being with you...every second you were touching me, and fucking me. We've been here right under each other's noses for so long....I know it's going to work." Even though she never said what "it" was, to me it was plainly obvious that she assumed we would have a relationship. Part of me was overjoyed...perhaps this was what I had been searching for all along. Unfortunately, that part was in the minority. The rest of me was scared, and I immediately tried to figure out if I could possible get out somehow, and still have our friendship. These thoughts were still rapidly running through my head, when Cameron decided that stroking me was no longer good enough. Slowly she leaned forward, allowing the front of her gown to fall with gravity, which permitted me a nice view of her breasts. Stopping her hand in the middle of my cock, she carefully guided the head of it into her mouth. In that moment, every thought in my head vanished except for the dirty ones. Cameron began to slide my rigid cock in and out of her mouth, slow at first, but with increasing speed. With each downward stroke, she was able to take in a little more of my length. I reached my hands down and pulled her long blonde hair back, keeping it out of her face. She looked me in the eyes, and attempted a small thank you smile, but the bulbous head of my penis prevented it. With each little flick of her tongue, shocks went out through my body. At first, I was amazed that someone who had never touched a cock before the previous night could be so good, but then it dawned on me that Cammie had done plenty of sexual things with other women, and maybe the art of pleasure wasn't all that different. She continued to slide her lips up and down my large shaft, keeping her big green eyes firmly locked on my brown ones the whole time. It was amazing the way she had complete control over me. Finally, with one last upstroke, she freed my cock from her lips with a soft smacking sound. She shot me a quick, mischievous smile, which made my heart thump, and my stiff organ throb even more. "Holy shit, I loooove your big cock" she said. The voice she spoke in was so different then the one I was used to. It was soft, sensual, throaty, and filled with lust. It made me think of her as nothing but a cock hungry slut, and I eagerly wanted to fill that hunger. "I hope I never have to see another dick," she began, "Because I don't thing I'm ever gonna find something to compare to this hunk of meat. Fucking A...it's making me so wet." She pressed her spread legs down firmly on my thigh. I could easily feel how damp her panties were, and I could feel her heat coming through them. "Can you feel how fucking hot you are making me?" she asked. I nodded. "Can you see how hard my nipples are through this flimsy little gown?" Again, a nod. "Do you want me to take it off so you can see my breasts? So you can touch and kiss them?" Another nod from me. Being as sensual as possible, she reached down and slowly pulled the gown up over her head. When her arms reached full extension, she dropped the gown, and just sat there for a second, holding her arms skyward, in a gorgeous, sensual pose. Then, she brought her arms back down, and used her hands to push her tits together and up, framing them for me. I was thunderstruck. I had never imagined Cameron could be this way. I had been with tons of girls, some of the very sexual, but very few could top these carnal acts. She took my hands and guided them to her breasts, and nipples. The girl who had took my virginity so long ago had done the same thing to me. "Do you like feeling my titties?" she asked. I was speechless. I just nodded again. Cammie had never been an especially good girl, but her dirty talk now far surpassed the usual, and it was incredibly erotic to me. She slid up my body, placing her damp, panty covered crotch right on top of my throbbing bone. She leaned forward slowly, and like a mother nursing her young, pulled my head up, and held it to her breast. Eagerly, I took her left nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She moaned like a porn star and told me how good it felt. "Do you feel how wet you've made me?" she asked again. "Do you feel my wet little panties on your big, monster dick?" I just nodded again, it seemed to be the appropriate thing to do, and it was probably all I was capable of. "Do you want to see my little secret? Do you want to see my hot little pussy?" More nods. Slowly, she climbed off my body, and instantly my cock ached from the missing sensation of her weight. She stood up in the bed, and still straddling me, she leaned forward, dangling her bosom in my face. She took my hands once again, and hooked each of my index fingers in the waistband of her panties. Slowly, I pulled them down, revealing first her dark bush, and then her pleasing vagina. As I pulled the panties to her ankles, she stepped out of them. The smell of her sex filled the room instantaneously. She turned around and faced my feet, showing me that perfect little ass, then she dropped to her knees, with each leg on an opposite side of my prone body, and then she was on all fours. She slowly backed up, waving her wet vagina in my face. Not needing her guidance for the moment, I reached up, and cupped my hands around her scrumptious ass cheeks. I pulled her towards me. The pungent smell of her sex filled my nostrils, as I slowly began to run my tongue around the lips of her vagina. She moaned loudly, and told me not to stop. I began to flick my tongue at her clit, as she squealed in delight. She backed up farther, forcing my face between her thighs. As I continued to tease her clit, she began to lick my cock up and down, from base to tip, while blowing on it softly. I continued to tongue fuck her vagina until I could take her teasing no more. In a quick movement I jumped up and through her on her side. "Mmmm" she moaned. "Do you want to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me now?" I didn't bother to nod now. Expertly, I repositioned my best friend on her hands and knees, and lined my dick up with her waiting hole. I slid into it easily. I reached one hand around, and rubbed her clit, and used the other to gently pull her hair back. At first I tried to fuck her slow, but as she began to pant, then moan, then scream, I lost control. In seconds I was pounding away inside of her, fucking her as fast and furious as I had ever fucked before. It didn't take long for her to reach her climax, and seconds later I released gob after gob of my hot semen inside of her. The two of us collapsed in a heap, our limbs intertwined, and our tongues in each other's mouths. We were both drenched in sweat, and the room smelled strongly of sex. When Cammie caught her breathe, she began to speak once more. "Holy shit that was amazing. I know I'm going to love this...fucking your all the time, and when we're not fucking, hanging out, and doing stuff like we always have...but being more than friends." With effort, I hid my fear, and agreed with her. It was obvious now that I was trapped, and there was no going back. It was either going to be a relationship, or nothing with Cameron, and although I knew a relationship was destined for failure, I wasn't ready to give her up yet. "You're right, Cammie" I said, "this is going to be a fun summer." ***************************************************** During August of 1996, the only thing most Atlanta residents thought about was the Olympics. I didn't have that luxury. For me, almost every waking moment was spent with Cameron, my former best friend, and current lover. When I wasn't with her, I constantly thought of ways to get away from her, while leaving our friendship in tact. By the time the closing ceremonies had rolled around, it had been almost two months since that fateful night when I had stripped her down for the first time, and made love to her on her parents couch. As amazing as the sex between us had been, for the most part, I regretted the change in our relationship. That's what was going through my head, as the two of us pulled up into her driveway late in the afternoon. I was happy to see that her parents were not home. Despite my mind numbing fear of being in a relationship, I really enjoyed our sex life. I was very proud of the fact that I had taken a nineteen year old virgin, and made her into a nymphomaniac. Since our first night together we fucked almost daily, and it wasn't uncommon to have sex two or three times in a day. Her mind was adventurous and imaginative, and both of our bodies were more than willing. We had nearly been caught by her parents, or mine, on countless occasions, and we'd put our selves at risk more than once in a public place. Best Friends "Looks like your parents aren't here," I said, as I reached over and put a hand on her knees. I slid the ends of my fingers up the leg of her loose soccer shorts, touching the edge of her cotton panties. "Yeah, they went out to dinner and a movie," she responded. Gently, I began to rub her vagina through her panties. "You're disgusting," she said, giggling. "Look at me, I'm a mess!" She was right. I had spent the afternoon watching her play in a soccer game for a summer recreational league. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and looked very limp, and her body was coated in sweat and dirt. "Besides," she continued, "We don't have much time to get ready for the party." "I'm ready now," I responded. "And how long can it take you?" "It takes time for a lady to reach perfection," she answered, gracing me with a playful kiss on the cheek. I was a bit upset that it wasn't something more. "You are always perfection," I replied with my best smile. "Thank you, and nice try," she answered. "But you still have to wait," she said, giving my cock a light squeeze through my pants. She jumped out of the car and headed for the door to her house. Reluctantly, I followed. Personally, I would have been just as happy to miss the party and spend the rest of the evening between her sheets, but that was pretty unlikely. First, her parents would be home at some time, and that would not please them at all. Second, we had both actually been looking forward to the party for some time. It was being thrown by a guy named Reggie Jones who we had went to high school with. His parents were extremely wealthy, and he had a large house with a swimming pool. Reggie's parents had rented a suite with some friends downtown so they could attend the closing ceremonies for the Olympics, and then stay out all night partying. The party was certain to be a big high school reunion, and it would be nice to see old friends. We walked in to Cameron's room and I sat on the bed, watching her gather her stuff to take a shower. "Do you think your parent's will mind if I use their restroom?" I asked. "I just want to comb my hair and wash my face while you get ready." "They probably wouldn't say anything to you," she answered, "But I'm sure my mom would bitch at me about it. Just use mine while I'm taking a shower." She pulled off her jersey, revealing a tight navy blue sports bra. "Just promise me you will not try to get in the shower with me. We really are in a hurry." I sat ogling her body for a second before responding. "I don't think I can make that promise." "Seriously, you have to," she said, a bit frustrated with me. I was still staring at the body I had seen and touched a hundred times that summer. Her breasts had such a perfect shape, even in the sports bra, and her stomach was so taught and flat. Against my better judgment, I promised not to interrupt her bathing. I followed her to the bathroom, and watched her step into the shower, and slide the door closed. The glass was glazed, but I could still see every detail of her magnificent body, as she first removed her shorts, and then her panties. Finally, she took off the bra, and cast all the items out onto the floor before turning on the water. I tried to go about my own business, but as steam started to fill the room, it was impossible to concentrate. I turned and sat on the counter top, and began to stare at the shower. Cameron was leaning forward under the stream of water, letting it soak her stringy hair. As she stood back up, and began to work the shampoo in, I was afforded a great view of her profile. For some reason, just being able to see her outline, and not the details, was incredibly erotic. I could see her long hair, cascading to her shoulders, and her cute little nose. Her breasts were nicely shaped, and they jostled about as she continued to massage her head. Most impressive was her ass. Her back arched in nicely from her shoulders downward, but her tight little ass stuck out perfectly. It was high and round, and at that moment, I lusted for it. I could feel my dick getting stiff in my tight jeans, as fantasies began to play in my mind. I pictured myself silently opening the door to the shower, and slipping in behind her, both of us totally nude. Quickly, I grasped her body, and lay my stiff cock tightly in the crack of her ass. At first, she would protest that I was interrupting her shower, but seconds later I would have her hands against the wall as I entered her vagina from behind, and began to fuck her standing up, letting the hot water poured off our nude bodies, while her perky breasts swung in rhythm with the fucking. Sitting on the counter, I realized I had become rock hard, and I was sweating a little bit. I knew that if I didn't get out of there soon, I was going to break my promise to my girlfriend. Cameron and I had got along great all summer, without a single major argument, and I didn't want to have our first one tonight. Despite every instinct in my body (and especially my swollen cock), I walked out of the bathroom, and sat on her bed. As I sat there, I could hear the water running, and see the steam drifting from the bathroom. The fantasy began to play in my head once again, and I closed my eyes and let it play. Without thinking about it, I leaned back on the bed, and began to softly stroke my stiff penis through my pants. Over and over in my mind I saw the two of us standing nude in that shower, as I briskly pounded away inside her vagina. I was so lost in my reverie; I didn't even hear the water stop. "Are you still awake in there," I heard her shout. I quickly jumped up and opened my eyes. From my seat on the bed, I could see just inside the bathroom, as far as the counter. Cameron was not in that area, and I was relieved that she hadn't see me masturbating on her bed. I quickly answered that I was awake. My dick was still harder than ever, and I could feel a bit of pre-cum on my underwear. Without looking out, Cameron walked over to the mirror, and began to mess with her hair and makeup. The sight of her drove me out of my mind. Cameron stood in front of the mirror, wearing a flimsy silk dressing gown. It was knee length, white, and trimmed with lace around the openings. It was barely held closed by a silk belt, not even knotted. The material was so thin that I could see the outline of her white panties beneath it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft material showed the outline of her breasts perfectly. I could even see her hard nipples poking through it. "You're fucking torturing me..." I muttered under my breathe. Cameron stuck her head out the bathroom door momentarily and called out to me. "Did you say something?" "Nothing," I responded. "Just that I'm going to the living room to watch TV while you get ready." I started to leave the room, and as I walked down the hall, I couldn't shake the images of her out of my mind. In addition to my shower fantasy, I saw myself sliding her robe up, and bending her over the counter to fuck. My hand found my stiff cock once more, and I stood in the hallway stroking it. I unzipped my pants and pulled it out, marveling at how hard it had become. I leaned against the wall and began to jerk off fiercely when a new though popped into my head. I turned and started heading back to Cameron's room. The logic made sense as I ran it over in my mind, my cock still hanging out of my pants. I had not promised not to disturb her, just not to interrupt her shower. Her shower was over. Standing outside her bedroom door, I quickly removed my shirt, pants, and finally my underwear. As silently as possible, I moved to the bathroom door. Cameron was leaned over the sink, applying lipstick. She had already dried her hair, and it was pushed back in a headband. As she leaned over, her robe hung open, and looking in the mirror I had a clear shot of her left breast. Her right breast still strained against the soft fabric of the robe, and I could see her nipple was still hard. As she leaned a bit farther, her ass stuck out perfectly. Silently, I stepped in behind her, and wrapped an arm around her waist. Her first reaction was to jump. She was obviously a bit surprised. When she realized what was going on, she began to ask me what I was doing. I pulled her tightly to me, letting my hard cock press firmly against her back. With one hand, I turned her head to face me, and began to kiss her slowly and passionately. Looking in the mirror, the sight was quite erotic. My nude muscular body behind her slender scantily clothed one. I held her tightly, and began to gyrate my hips slightly, enjoying the feel of my cock rubbing against her robe. Slowly, I began to slide my right hand up her thigh, under her robe, touching the lips of her vagina through her satin panties. She moaned softly as our tongues began to intertwine. I reached inside her robe with my left hand, and softly removed her right breast. I rubbed my fingers gently around her hard pink nipple, as I watched everything in the mirror. Her eyes were still closed, as she responded to my kisses, and her body seemed to give in to my will. Gently, I continued to stroke her exposed nipple and the surrounding area with my finger tips. I worked the fingers on my other hand into the gusset of her panties. I knew every inch of her body, and I easily found her swelling clitoris, and began to rub it. She sighed softly. "That feels good," she whispered. My only response was to keep touching her with my hands, while my tongue and lips met with hers. I slid her panties completely aside, and began to slowly slide two fingers inside her moist vagina. I removed my left hand from her breast, and used it to lift her robe, and then line the head of my stiff cock up with her entrance. "Not here," she panted, as I continued to finger her. "Yes," I responded. "Right here. In front of the mirror, against the counter." "No," she answered. "I don't want to do it standing up. Let's move to my bed." She opened her eyes now and looked up into mine. "I promise, I'll make it worth your while," she said with a taunting smile. At that moment, I didn't care if she made it "worth my while" or not. I just wanted it bad; needed it even. I used my hand to spread her legs, and started pushing the tip of my swollen member inside her. "Please," she pleaded with me. "I like making love in my bed, and we don't get to do it that often." Her statement was true. Although we had been very sexually active all summer, we very rarely fucked in her bed. Cameron's mom was a teacher, so she was home during the summer days. Most of our love making sessions took place at my house, or in the back of a car, or at my childhood fort in the woods. I could still see my earlier fantasies of doing in on the counter, but I honestly didn't care where we did it at the moment, as long as I could get off soon and put out the fire in my loins. I decided it was always a good policy to keep your girlfriend happy, and slowly removed my cock. She smiled at me, obviously happy that I had given in to her desire. Cameron took my hand, and let me back into the bedroom. She turned down the sheets on her bed, and told me to lay down. I lay on my back watching her, as she stepped away from the bed. Slowly, she turned her back to me, and made very deliberate motions as she untied the belt on her robe. I watched it fall open and my whole body began to tremble with anticipation. Sex with Cameron was always good, but I couldn't remember anticipating it so much since our first night together. The feeling was very similar to the one I got when I was finally about it to make it for the first time with a girl I had been working on for a while. Still facing away from me, Cameron slowly began to slide the robe off. She did it excruciatingly slow, making an amazing tease. First, her bare shoulders were revealed. Then her shoulder blades, and upper arms. Slowly, the robe slid further and further down her sexy back, revealing her small waist, and the soft curves of her torso. Finally, it was all the way off her arms, and she held it that way for a second, before dropping it to the floor, revealing her tight little ass, concealed in a pair of white satin panties. She stood there for a few seconds, just shaking her perfect butt, knowing how much I enjoyed looking at it, then she crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her nipples, and slowly turned to face me. Again, she flashed me her naughtiest smile. I was so entranced by her that I didn't even notice that I was stroking my cock again. Slowly, she slid her hands up her body, still managing to shield her nipples with her arms. She removed the headband from her hair, letting it fall down to frame her pretty face. In one quick, graceful movement, she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head, making her hair go wild, and exposing her perky breast at the same time. When she stopped, she smiled at me again, and hooked each of her thumbs in her panties, pulling them down just enough that I could see the beginning of her dark brown pubic hair. It was easily one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my young life. Here I was, lying completely naked in my girlfriends white cotton sheets, with my cock aching in my hand, and she was standing in front of me like some naughty goddess. Her blonde hair was wild and sexy, her breasts totally exposed, her green eyes were filled with lust, and her lips were bright red from the makeup, and smiling right at me. She wore nothing but those tiny panties, pulled down enough to suggest the naughty prize they were barely concealing. For a minute, I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think. The only thing going through my body was the most primal of urges. Finally, I was able to muster up a few words. "Get over here, you," I said hoarsely. Slowly, Cameron approached the bed. "But what do you need me over here for?" she asked playfully. "I've got to get dressed for the party." I grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her close to me. "Take those off," I whispered, nodding at her panties. I felt like a Neanderthal. I was consumed with lust, totally incapable of being a romantic, or considerate lover. "What? These?" she asked, as she slid her panties down. She pulled them down her long legs, and flung them at my face. They wreaked with the smell of her sex. She climbed into bed with me, and wrapped her tiny hand around my thick penis. "I don't think you are ready for me yet. You don't seem hard at all," she teased. She started to get up, and walk to the bathroom. At that point, I couldn't take the teasing any longer. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me with force, but still having enough sense about me to be gentle. I put her on her back in the bed, and positioned myself between her spread thighs. Without pausing, I slipped my cock inside her. Halfway on the first stroke, but I was quickly in to the base. She moaned eagerly, as I positioned myself above her, and began to pump. Our eyes were locked on one another, as she wrapped her arms tight around me, pulling me closer to her body. I began fucking without abandon, as she buried her nails in my back. "Mmmmm, don't stop," she panted. "Oh please, don't stop." Her moans became more rapid, and more audible, as I went in and out, faster than I had previously thought possible. I was barely even aware that her nails were imbedded in my flesh, as she began to moan out my name. It didn't even take two minutes before her body began to quiver in anticipation of orgasm. She shook sporadically beneath me, as her arms clenched me tighter. As she came, I stopped for a second, and we embraced, and kissed each other again and again. "Oh shit, you're amazing," she whispered, before guiding me over on my back. She straddled me, my cock impaling her, as she began to bounce up and down on it. Eagerly, I pushed up inside her, trying to use our combined momentum to reach new depths. The thrill of watching her ride me was driving me wild. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of her, and watching her tits bounce up and down with her body. I loved the filthy, dirty things she whispered during sex, that were so uncharacteristic of her normal persona. Most of all, I loved the way she moaned, as another orgasm approached, and the way she threw her head back, and closed her eyes, as she concentrated on pleasing me. Suddenly, she leaned forward and opened her eyes, as she told me she was about to cum. As her body began to give in to the pleasure, she reached behind her and squeezed my balls. Instantly, I lost control and felt my own orgasm. My eyes rolled back, but the vision of my beautiful girlfriend was still imprinted on them, as I enjoyed the sensation of her touching me, and the much needed release as I began to cum inside of her. Almost immediately, she collapsed on top of me. The two of us kissed passionately, and whispered nice things to each other, and then kissed some more. We laid that way for what seemed like a blissful eternity, before Cameron finally rolled off of me. "Well," she began, "I guess I'm going to need another shower now." "I guess so," I responded. I remained in the bed, while she returned to the bathroom, and I heard the water begin to run once more. I kept thinking to myself that I must be insane to want out of this relationship, but nevertheless, the longing for freedom was still there, as I drifted off listening to the shower run. I couldn't have been asleep for too long, because when Cameron woke me up, I was still covered in a light coat of sweat from our earlier activity. She was standing over me, and the light from the setting sun shined through the window and over her shoulder, making her look like a fallen angel. At that moment, Cameron was gorgeous enough to take my breath away. I couldn't remember waking up to a more divine sight in my short life. She was dressed now, obviously almost ready to leave for the party. Her long light blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail with a pink scrunchie, but she had obviously taken the time to curl the ends first. She was wearing a tight pink button down blouse, with 3/4 sleeves, that hugged her petite, muscular body, and her perky breasts. The blouse was unbuttoned enough to hint at her cleavage, and it was not tucked into her slinky, knee-length gray skirt. Her lips were nicely emphasized with red lipstick, the only makeup she ever wore, and a pair of heels finished off her outfit. Cameron didn't dress up that often, but when she did it was well worth the wait on my part. The sight of her, combined with the musky smell coming from the white panties laying next to my head that I had stripped from her earlier was enough to make my worn out cock begin to stir again. She said something to me, but I was so lost in my admiration that I didn't catch it. "What?" I asked, still a bit dazed from my nap, and the overwhelming sight of her. "I said, 'Hurry up and take a shower, and put your clothes back on'," she replied. "Okay," I answered. "But come here first," I said, grasping her small hand, and pulling her towards me. I kissed her hand, and attempted to pull her down into the bed with me. She kissed me lightly on the lips, and I reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the beginnings of a lavender bra. Quickly, she opened her eyes and stood up. "Oh no," she began. "We don't have time for that again." "You know, Cammie," I said, trying to be serious, "They say when you don't make 'time for that' anymore in your relationship, problems start to arise." I knew there was not much of a chance of getting her back into bed before the party, but I was trying to charm her nevertheless. "Well," she answered, smiling down at me, "I think we used up enough time doing 'that' already. By the time you get cleaned up, we'll be pretty late for the party." Best Friends I ran up the stairs to Michael's room, a room that I was extremely familiar with. This was our usual hang out spot, playing Nintendo or wrestling around on the floor. Sure, we'd only known each other a year, but he was my best friend. Nothing could separate us. We could talk about anything from our upcoming school year to masturbation. Well, HE would talk about his masturbation and I would laugh at him. Throwing open the door to his room, I threw my purse on the floor and he gathered me up in his arms into a big bear hug. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave his a quick peck on the cheek, nothing too sensual, just a friendly peck. "Hey babe," he said, smiling widely. "How are ya?" "Peachy keen, and yourself?" I replied. "Well, it's been one of those days," he grinned mischieviously. I raised my eyebrows at him, and he just laughed. Out of nowhere, he pulled me to the floor and started tickling my sides, a place where he knows I am extremely ticklish at. I squirmed in his arms, trying my hardest to pull away. I started poking at his stomach, trying to tickle him in return. It was to no avail. He pinned me to the floor, his face over the top of mine. "Do ya give yet?" he asked. I smiled, saying nothing. This was our little game. He would tickle me until there was no breath left in me to breathe and he would ask me if I gave up. Naturally, the stubborn girl would return in me always and I would push him off of me, and we would go back to completely platonic friends, watching t.v. This time was different. I looked up at him and his eyes were sparkling, his grin lighting up his face. I don't know how I couldn't have saw this before. I smiled back and nodded meekly. He had a look of pretend shock on his face and let my arms go as he sat over the top of me. "What? No stubbornness today? You actually give?" he asked. I didn't reply, just ran my hands up his stomach. He pulled away slightly, anticipating my fingers to start poking him, beginning another tickle war, but I held on to his shirt steadfastly. I began to massage my fingers against his abs that he had worked so hard to perfect. As he closed his eyes, leaning his head back, a momentary doubt slid across my mind, but I pushed it to the side. I knew what I wanted, and I was going to get it. I tugged gently on his shirt, pulling his body back over mine. He complied, sighing deeply, as his body slid over the top of my curvaceous body. I let my tongue move over his lips softly, tasting them. He parted his lips slowly as I allowed my tongue to explore his mouth. He held himself up with his left arm, while his right hand ran down my side, sending tingles throughout my body. He slid my tank top up my body slowly and let his fingers glide against my fair skin. I moved my little hands under his t-shirt, rubbing against his abs. At my touch, he let out a little moan that was stifled against my mouth. He pulled away from the kiss, looking deep into my eyes with a look of concern. "Anne," he started. "I don't know if we should..." I placed my finger against his lips, shushing him for the moment. "Does it feel right to you?" I asked, removing my finger from his lips, allowing him to speak again. "Well, yes," he began. I shushed him again, softly pecking his lips this time with my full lips. "That's all that matters," I replied. With this, I rolled him over and sat over the top of him. I could feel something stirring within his pants. I smiled, laughing softly, as he blushed furiously. I leaned down over him, my breasts still confined by my bra touching his chest, as I licked slowly and torturously up his earlobe. He shivered violently as I began sucking and licking over his bare neck and ears. I began to gyrate my hips over his semi hard-on, and he responded immediately. "Ohhh Anne," he moaned. "Please don't stop, please." I leaned, whispering into his ear. "Not a problem babe, my pleasure." I pushed myself off of the top of him, to where I was sitting over his groin, still slowly rubbing myself against him. I could feel my nipples begin to harden; I was hot for this boy. I began to tease him by raising my tank top up slowly, exposing the swells of the bottoms of my perky 34B breasts. His hands reached up to my breasts, touching them tentatively at first, them massaging them with a talent I had never experienced before from any guy. I inhaled deeply, my hands dropping to my sides, concentrating only on his hands touching my breasts. His hands went under my shirt, to the hooks of my bra. I knew that he was an expert at undoing bra straps; too many times during band practice would he torture me with his expertise in this area. My bra fell and he threw it to the side. He raised my shirt over my head and threw it over my bra, his eyes widening at the sight of my exposed tits. I decided to help him out a little, so I leaned far over him, dangling my breasts over his face. He eagerly popped my nipple in his mouth, sucking on it vigorously. "Ahhh, Michael," I cried out in pleasure. "Circle my tits with your tongue." He looked up at my face, smiling. "I'd be glad to oblige," he said. With that, he ran his tongue lazily over my breast, circling around my nipple. He bit down gently over my nipple, causing a small shock of pain to course through my body, quickly turning into pleasure. I began to respond by moving my crotch against his cock which was straining to be free from his pants. Much as I liked the feel of his tongue running over my bare tit, I felt like it was his turn. I pulled up and before he had a chance to protest, I reached my hand down and grabbed a hold of his rock hard cock through his jeans. He let out a loud moan and involuntarily bucked his hips. I moved farther down his legs, as my hands started to work their magic. I started to unbutton his jeans, pulling the zipper down slowly. I moved his shirt up, exposing those abs that I loved to run my hands over. I began to suck gently over his lower abdomen as my hands ferreted out his cock, pulling it free from its restraints. I could feel the tip of his cock rubbing against my breasts as I continued to suck and occasionally nibble at his skin. I worked my hand up and down his prick, taking care to pull a little bit harder at the base. "Ohmigod, Anne," he called to me. "Oh god, oh god, your hand and tits feel so good on my cock." I smiled graciously, and in that moment, I decided I only wanted him to myself. I then did something that I had once vowed never to do on any guy ever. I raised up and looked into Michael's eyes softly. Moving down, I let my mouth fall over the head of his cock, my tongue swirling around it. I licked down it, while caressing his balls firmly. I softly sucked my way back up the underside, rewarded by a loud moan from Michael. I wrapped my mouth around his head yet again, this time moving my mouth down it, sucking hard. As my mouth came back up, I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock. I proceeded to bob my head up and down his cock, letting my saliva drip down his prick. I don't know how I did it, but I pushed my mouth over his cock completely, letting the tip of his cock enter my throat, deep throating him. "Anne, I'm gonna cum soon!" he cried out. "Ohhh God, NOW! NOW!" In a quick moment, I decided I would do the unthinkable and as his cum rushed into my mouth, I swallowed as much as I possibly could, my tongue milking the cum from it. It tasted slightly salty but not bad at all. I couldn't swallow all of it, so some was dripping from the sides of my mouth. He smiled at me, exhausted. He reached over to my shirt and used it to wipe the cum from my face. I smiled at him and worked my way up his body, nestling in his arms. He held me over the top of him. I had never felt more secure in my life. "Anne," he whispered. I turned and looked into his face, which was quite serious all of a sudden. "I love you." I smiled and kissed his lips gently before resting my head against his chest again. "I love you too, Michael." Best Friends Sarah and V have been best friends for more than 15 years. They do everything girls do together. Lay out by the pool. Go see movies. Go out to eat. On this afternoon, V and her husband, Joe, came over because the ladies where going out for an afternoon of shopping in town while their husbands watched a game on TV. They wasted no time in getting their afternoon started. Sarah grabbed a few beers for the road and headed for the door. "See you boys later." V said. "You girls going partying?" Joe asked. They giggled and devilishly answered, "Uh huh. We sure are. Don't wait up boys." With that they locked arms and bounced out of the house, laughing all the way to the car. Sarah stopped in front of the car as V rounded the other side. "You know they wonder about it." They got in and V looked over at Sarah. "Yeah. I've wondered what Joe would say if… Isn’t it fun to keeping them wondering." They gave each other that secret grin and Sarah backed out of the driveway. "So where are we going?" V asked. "I thought we'd go into town, do a little shopping and grab a bite around six o’clock. Um... And then maybe go pick up a guy or something. Ha. Ha. Ha." V gripped the armrests, got a big grin on her face and, without turning her head towards Sarah, she commented. "Fun! We can skip the first part..." Sarah laughed as she cracked open her beer and stepped on the gas. "Let’s go shopping!" They had to get their shopping fix, but neither one of them could get what they talked about out of their mind all afternoon. While they were shopping, they would make comments here and there. At one point V asked Sarah what type of man she'd like to pick up. "As picky as we are V, he'd have to be perfect." Sarah quipped. "Dark hair. Seductive blue eyes. A smile that just absolutely melts you. A great body. You know... perfection. The kind of guy you only dream about." V quivered at the thought, smiled and continued thumbing through the rack of summer dresses. Sarah walked off towards the dressing rooms. A moment later, V heard "V. C'mere. What do you think of this dress?" V poked her head around the corner into the dressing room area. Sarah's back was to her as she stood on a raised platform under a spotlight in front of the mirror wearing a translucent orange knee-high summer dress with big white flowers on it. Sarah’s back was arched. Her legs were stiffened. She stuck out her ass and had the dress hiked all the way up her left leg, showing her ass and the lace strap of her white panties. She leaned her back and to the side so she could see V and queried, "You like?" V approved with a smile and walked right up behind her. "I like." V whispered as she put her hand on the back of Sarah's knee. She slowly ran her hand up the back of Sarah's leg. She brushed her hand against Sarah's and then jerked the dress back down as she let out a sigh. "You look beautiful in that dress." V said in a low voice and walked out of the dressing room. They continued with a little playful flirting as they tried on dresses, but they never vocalized their flirtations. It was mysteriously erotic. Even though the boys weren't around now, they still played their game of not admitting what they'd done long ago. A few minutes passed and Sarah passed V coming out the dressing room. "Have you found one you like yet?" "Mmmm hmmm." V answered sexily. "Would you like to see it?" "Yes, please." "Well. C’mere!" V said as she ducked into a dressing room. Sarah briskly walked towards the dressing room. She peered in and V was facing her, removing her top. V smiled, turned around and bent over to remove her shorts. Sarah stepped in and put her hands on V’s bare hips and massaged them in large circles, moving closer and closer towards her ass. V remained in her bent-over position for a moment and then grabbed the back of her leg with one hand and slowly stood up. Her other hand was moving up the front of her other leg. As she stood upright, her hand went under Sarah’s dress and met her warmth. Her other hand caressed her own breasts. Sarah’s hands wrapped around to V’s front. She moved one hand down from V’s stomach to her wetness and the other hand found V’s breasts. Their bodies were pressed tightly together. They began undulating in unison. The wave of motion started at their knees and ended with their heads falling back. Over and over and over again, their bodies were waving in ecstasy as each other’s hands explored one another. The heavy breathing was peppered with little whimpers and then escalated to quiet moans. Sarah knew how loud she could get and slowly winded down. She backed up a little and bumped into the open dressing room door. "Oh my god. Did anyone see?" Sarah thought to herself. She closed the door and leaned against it. "Ooops!" Sarah exclaimed as she began to giggle. V smiled and began to put on her dress, which was a solid yellow sundress with a low-cut v-neck. It complimented her body superbly. "Wow. You look great in that." Sarah said. "Let’s wear these out of here. K?" "Great idea!" V confirmed, smiling. They giggled and stepped out of the dressing room as if nothing had happened, but both of them were still filled with desire and that chilling feeling of getting away with something that they shouldn’t be doing. The feeling was exhilarating. They continued shopping and found everything they wanted. It was getting late so they decided to leave and get something to eat. They checked out wearing their new dresses. On the way to the car, V mentioned that she wanted to go to this new Italian place that she'd heard about, but Sarah insisted that they go to some out-of-the-way wine bar that she thought only served cheese and crackers, if that. On the way out of the parking lot, V gave in and decided wine and cheese would be fine. "As long as they have Pinot Grigio. At least I can have some Italian wine." V said with defeat. "Well I'm sure they have Mozzarella, too." Sarah teased. "You're gonna LOVE this place. Trust me." They pulled up in front of the quaint little wine bar. As they walked towards the door, they could hear a live band quietly playing blues inside. There were a few people sitting outside in front. A sign on an easel near the front door showcased the blues singer, Dez, and the week's theme for the art gallery upstairs, Modern Sculptures. They stepped into this dark, small bar and saw another ten people or so listening to the band. The bar was the size of a small loft apartment, and very cozy and dimly lit. They scanned the room as they walked towards the counter. "Ooh. Look at that one!" V said with excitement. "Such a distinguished gentleman." Sarah pretended she didn’t hear her and continued towards the bar. "A Pinot Grigio and a Chardonnay please." Sarah said politely. "Also, do you have anything to snack on?" "Yes ma’am." The bartender answered. "We have complimentary pretzels or you can order an assorted cheese tray with French bread and grapes." V leaned over Sarah’s shoulder and piped in, "Great. We’ll have that!" Sarah took two drink menus from the bar and they sat down on the same side of a little round table facing the band. "So what do you think the guys are doing?" V asked. "Are you kidding? They’re at The Cat’s Meow as we speak." She answered promptly without looking up. "They’re on their fifth lap dance by now." V interrupted, "So look at Mr. Distinguished over there." Just as Sarah looked up from her menu to look at this man, the door, which they both faced, opened. The bright sunlight shown through the door and caught both the girls’ attention. The figure of a man walked in, his shape distorted by the collision of the darkness and the intruding sunlight. The image of this man sharpened as the door began to close. He was tall, tan and had dark hair. He had big shoulders and was athletically built. He was wearing tan slacks and a white dress shirt. As he walked towards them, they finally got a good look at his face. He had a big smile on his face. He was gorgeous. They were both speechless. They weren't even nudging each other under the table as they usually do when one of them sees a cute guy. As he passed them, his cologne engulfed them. Sarah fell back into her chair and thought to herself, "I love it when he wears that." V managed to get out, "Scrumptious! Oh my God!" He walked behind them and greeted the owner of the bar. Sarah and V turned and noticed he didn't order a drink. The owner offered him his usual they guessed. As he waited for his drink, he turned towards the band and leaned back on his elbows, resting on the bar behind him. He scanned the bar, looked towards the band and then down and Sarah and V. V was reaching for a bite of cheese, but Sarah eyes connected with his. He squinted his eyes and grinned at her. She didn't smile, but she didn't look away either. She sat there for a moment, glanced over at V and then reciprocated his little grin. "V. Turn around. Look at his eyes. I think they're blue… No. Not ye…" V turned around and he was staring right at her. It caught her completely off guard. She blushed and jerked her head back around. "Bitch!" V said as she jabbed Sarah. Like two little schoolgirls, they were making no attempts to disguise their flirting. Nor could they. It was too late to not feel a little embarrassed so V turned back around to give him a good look. He obviously noticed their flirtations because he was smiling when V looked back. He dipped his head so as to nod and gave her a flirtatious smile. Just then, the owner called his name, Alex, and handed him his drink. He turned around and mentioned something to her. She smiled and nodded. He turned back around with his glass of wine and began walking towards Sarah and V. He stepped up in between them. Sarah and V were looking straight up at him. In a very playful voice and a very playful look, Alex' first words were, "Did you know wine is an aphrodisiac?" "It is not!" replied V. "I know, but don't you wish it was!" Alex countered. "Hi. I'm Alex. What are your names?" "I'm Sarah and this is V… for Vanessa..." "I haven't seen you ladies in here before. This is a great place. Did you know they have an art gallery upstairs?" Alex asked. "You'll have to show it to us in a little bit. Sit down. Please!" Sarah exclaimed. V was surprised at Sarah's forwardness, but thought she'd play along. "Sit over here." She said as she patted the chair on the other side of her from Sarah. Sarah smirked at V. Alex turned around, pulled up a chair and stood there. "I like this attention. I think I'd like to be in between you two. Do you mind?" Alex pushed both of their shoulders hoping they would move away from each other a little so he could fit in. They laughed and Sarah moved over a little to the left. V looked up at Alex. Then she looked at Sarah and reluctantly moved over a little to the right. "Am I interrupting a girls night out?" Alex asked apologetically. "On the contrary!" Sarah exclaimed. "You are part of our girls night out." V started to shout "Sarah!" but she didn't. She thought for a split second and played along. "Yeah. You are our entertainment for the evening." Alex raised his hand in the air. "Another round here, please!" he shouted out with eagerness. He knew no one could hear him over the music. They laughed. "Are you trying to get us drunk, Alex?" V coyly inquired. "Those are for me! It sounds like I'm going to need them!" Alex chuckled. The conversation went on and the girls got more and more brave with their teasing and flirting. Later, Heather, the bar's owner showed up with the drinks that Alex ordered the girls before he met them. Alex grinned as if to say, "I know. It was presumptuous…" and excused himself for a moment. V leaned over towards Sarah. "Now’s your chance." She said. "Isn’t he perfect." Sarah replied. "He’s who we were talking about on the way over here." "I know. And that smile. Oooh! What I could do with him!" V said as she stretched in her chair. "Yes. What WE could do with him." Sarah reminded V as she put her hand on V’s leg. "WE. Darling." Just then, Alex emerged from the bathroom and walked past them towards the band where the stairs led to the art gallery above. As he turned to go up the stairs, he paused for a moment and gave the girls a look. Then he motioned for them to follow. Without waiting to see if they were coming, he went up the narrow staircase with delicate, fragile railing, which went up and around to the left to connect with the loft that overlooked the bar. At the top of the stairs from the edge of the loft, you could see the front door, the band and a few tables below. In the gallery, the sculptures lined the sterile white walls. Each one was lit up with small spotlights that shown down like stars from the black ceiling. Apart from a few additional sculptures that were randomly placed throughout the middle of the room, the only other thing in there was a black leather couch and glass coffee table. Looking back down at the bar from the back of the gallery, you could barely see the top of the band’s heads and the top of the front door. Alex walked into the empty gallery. He was hoping his ploy to entice the girls upstairs would work. He browsed the room, admiring the sculptures. A few minutes passed and Alex never turned around to see if they were coming up. He stopped and stared at a sculpture, unfocused, pretending to read it’s description. His mind was somewhere else. "C’mon, V. Let’s go see the gallery. I think we’ve made him wait long enough." Sarah stood up with her glass and reached for Alex’ glass, but V had already grabbed it. Sarah smiled and made her way to the stairs. V caught up with Sarah and they began their ascent up the staircase. As they reached the top, they saw him in full light for the first time. The light created shadows that enhanced his already perfect body. His slacks draped off his perfect ass like few they’d seen before. The band disguised their audible footsteps, but Sarah tiptoed towards Alex nonetheless. She sat her glass down on the table, glanced back at V, smiled and continued on. She couldn’t stop looking him up and down. She slowly approached him and every part of her body touched him simultaneously. The tips of her shoes stopped at the back of his. Her knees touched the back of his. Her open palms caressed his ass. Her bosoms pressed against his back and her lips connected with his bare neck. She exhaled deeply and whispered, "I’m here." She could feel his torso vibrate as he let out a deep "Hhhhmmmm" of satisfaction as he exhaled. V’s heart was racing. "Sarah was serious!" she thought to herself as she walked towards them. Alex moved his hands behind him and ticked Sarah’s upper thighs just below her waistline with his fingers. He moved them inwards towards Sarah’s excited, now beating warmth but stopped just short of it. Sarah breathed out deeply again onto his neck, pushing harder into him. V, shocked but excited, put down her two glasses and hesitantly walked towards them, whose bodies were swaying slightly from side to side. Just as Sarah had approached Alex, V walked up behind Sarah. She saw what Sarah had done to Alex and she wanted to give Sarah the same thrilling embrace. First her lips connected with Sarah’s neck. Then her bosoms pressed into her back. She ran her hands down Sarah’s sides, over her ass and stopped on the back of her legs, giving her a slight squeeze and a pleasing scratch with her nails. And her knees pressed into the back of Sarah’s. Alex steadied himself from the new force upon him and then he felt two more hands come around each side, over his biceps and over his chest. He knew V had joined in on the moment. He leaned his head back onto Sarah’s shoulder and began teasing her wetness with his fingertips. Sarah’s tiny convulsions and erratic breathing let Alex know he was on the right track. The octopus of pleasuring arms quickly brought beads of sweat over the bodies of all three. They could no longer hear the music below nor see anything in the brightly-lit gallery. They only had the senses of smell, touch and taste. Alex leaned forward slightly to gesture that he was moving. He stepped forward with Sarah and V still embracing him. He turned around slowly, leaned against the wall and opened his arms. Sarah moved into his left arm and V to his right. They each put a hand on his shoulder and the other on his chest and began kissing his neck. Their breasts were firmly pressed against his arms. Alex moved his hands down to their hips and began inching their dresses up slowly. The girl’s hands were moving all over his chest and over each other’s hands. The last inch of dress came up on both girls at the same time and Alex’ fingers touched the soft bare skin of their asses at the same time. They each let out a sigh. Sarah kissed his cheek and Alex turned his head to kiss her again. He squeezed her ass only and pulled her into him tightly to let her know he knew she was special. She smiled, moved her free hand up to his face and pulled it to her lips. A slow, wet kiss ensued. They shared each other’s warmth as their tongues met. It grew with intensity and motion. Sarah was breathing into Alex’ mouth. For a moment, they were one. V, feeling neglected, kissed Alex’ ear and ran her hand down low, just above Alex’ bulging excitement and back up towards his neck. Alex gave Sarah one last nibble on her lip and turned his head to met V’s moist lips. The energy building was so great, that Alex had no regard for where they were. His hand pressed hard into V’s ass and moved upwards over her waist, dragging her dress with it. She was completely exposed and didn’t care. His hand continued moving upwards and met her breast. They kissed even more deeply. He gently worked his hand under her bra to find her hard nipple. He cupped her breast and let her nipple slip between two of his fingers. He squeezed his fingers together, further teasing her nipple to attention and trying to elicit a moan from her. She obliged. Sarah, seeing V exposed, moved her hand over to V’s stomach. Moving up and down between her breasts and back down to her panty line. She’d occasionally slip one of her fingers into the top of her panties, touching her hair. V would twitch her pelvis each time. As Sarah teased V, Alex moved his arm on Sarah’s side back to her ass. She was wearing g-string panties. He slipped his hand under the string and moved down over her ass and under her. He pulled up on her to put pressure on her just as his finger met the wetness. Sarah lifted off the floor to her tiptoes in excitement and buried her head in his neck, sucking and licking it. In her excitement, Sarah ran her hand down into V’s panties, finding her now-soaking pussy and began teasing her clit. The fevered pitch among these three was reaching a climax. Sarah, knowing the band was playing, knew she did not have to restrain her vocalized approach to orgasm. She began her journey to ecstasy. Her entire body was twitching. Her moans grew louder and louder even though her face was buried in Alex’ neck. Alex kissed Sarah’s cheek enticing her to leave to comfort of his neck and come back to his lips. Her moans got louder as she brought her face up and met his lips. She quickened the pace of her fingers teasing V’s clit as her own orgasm climaxed. Moans overcame both girls as they ground their excitement into the others’ hand. Alex worked Sarah’s clit faster and faster and began pinching V’s nipple harder and harder. V’s moans got louder. The roof could have blown off the building and none of them would have known it. Hearing and feeling Sarah, V’s climax overcame her. Sarah and Alex were breathing each other’s breath again, as her orgasm began to wind down. As Alex pulled his hand away, he slipped it between her lips and into Sarah one last time. Sarah convulsed and stiffened her tongue in his mouth, running it around and around. Best Friends V’s orgasm, at its peak, had her convulsing and moving up and down Alex’ side – grinding her breasts into him. Alex turned to her. Her head was back. Her eyes were flickering and her mouth was open awaiting him. He kissed her hard and furiously, as Sarah worked her clit faster and faster. V was moaning indiscernible words in Alex’ mouth as they kissed. Sarah leaned over closer to V and began kissing and licking the part of V’s neck and chest that was exposed through her v-neck dress. V grabbed Alex’ stiffness and arched her back as she winded down. Alex pulled them into him tightly and their hands returned to his chest. The girls’ hair was slightly matted to their foreheads with light perspiration. Their dresses had fallen back down. He hugged them for who knows how long and then looked up into the room. He saw a shadow approaching the top of the stairs. He returned his hands to the girl’s asses, gave them one last squeeze and pushed off from wall with his back. He walked towards the middle of the room as a young waiter made his way in to see if we required more drinks. "Alex. How are you this evening? See anything you like?" the waiter asked. "Jimmy. There are two beautiful pieces up here that I’m tempted to take home with me." Alex replied. "I see you don’t need any drinks." Jimmy stated as he looked down at the coffee table with three full glasses of wine. "I’ll come back a little later to check on your party." Alex nodded and turned around to see the girls. They were holding each other, looking at Alex and laughing. "I think little Jimmy was embarrassed." Sarah said. "Come back here, Alex." V whimpered with pouting lips. "Hold us." Alex walked up to the girls. He could feel their heat emanating from them just before hear hugged them both. "That’s probably the best tip Jimmy has gotten in a long time!" Alex exclaimed. "You should have seen how sexy you girls looked hugging like that." Alex slowly ran his hands down the girl’s arms as he backed away from hugging them. He grasped their hands. "Come sit down with me. Let’s finish our wine on the couch." Alex seductively implored as he walked backwards towards the couch. The girls smiled and walked with him. Alex turned around, picked up his glass and sat down in the middle of the couch. The girls grabbed their glasses and walked to opposite sides of Alex. As they sat down right next to him, Alex spread out his legs further and Sarah and V each brought a leg over onto Alex’ legs. "So what’s your last name, Alex?" V queried. Before Alex could answer, Sarah decided it was time to let the secret out. "It’s Daniels. Alex Daniels. Sarah answered with a huge grin on her face. "It’s he wonderful!" "Oh my god! You set this up, didn’t you? V shouted with a gaping grin. "I sure did! I’ve been seeing Alex for weeks and when I told him about you and me, he got so excited. He wasn’t in on it. Were you, honey?" Sarah leaned over and kissed Alex. "And I knew he wouldn’t blow it because I knew he wouldn’t let on that he knew me in front of you. He had no idea know you were coming tonight." "You little devil. I don’t know if I should be happy or mad as hell! When do we get to do this again?’ V jokingly asked. "The night’s not over, sweetheart! Finish your glass of wine." Sarah said with authority. NOTE: Stay tuned for the conclusion. I will be starting on it soon! Best Friends Simply put, Jackie is one of the hottest girls in school, in town, and on earth. There has never been a guy who's seen her and was not attracted to her. And she is aware of that. Unlike most popular girls though, she is nice and easy to get along with. Of course, she always dates jocks and hot guys. She has hit it with many people at school, no less than with 10 different people, 30 times all in all. She enjoys sex as much as anybody else. The only difference is she's not shy about it. She'll go as far as she wants, and nothing can stop her horny and craving mind when she's turned on. If she wants to do it with you, you're doing it with her. Of course, most people would die to have her. As of now, she has only officially dated 3 people. Her most recent relationship has lasted more than 2 years. So how is it possible for her to have so much sex while keeping a relationship with one man? Cheating, that's how she does it. She cheats. Everybody cheats. It's the only way to satisfy your cravings and get the pleasure you want. If she only had sex with her boyfriend, she couldn't possibly survive. One has to admit, she is kind of a sexholic. Not very much people at school have done it so many times; she's probably done it the most. But either way, she cannot get enough of sex. She needs sex, like she needs food and water. She is a sex addict. Sex! Although, at school, she certainly doesn't seem like such a sexholic. A pretty blonde like her for the most part reminds you of those blonde jokes. She chuckles a lot, and she talks even more. You have to tell her to shut up, or she'll go on and on about things. That's why many people don't like her. In all honesty, her beauty is everyone's dream, but her personality isn't as likable. It's kind of like everyone's nightmare. But still, you can't possibly deny the fact that you wanna bump her every time she smiles at you. Being a doctor's daughter, you would think that she has everything she would ever need, but no. Jackie has to work as a waitress 17 hours a week, in addition to being a lifeguard on weekends. Seriously, she should tell her dad what a jackass he is. She has one of the highest grades in school, but still he only wants her to put her head in the books (as opposed to her preference -- put her head in a man's bare chest). Furthermore, he has extremely strict rules for her. Can you say curfews? Hers are like at 9 PM each night. Fortunately, though, her parents are away, on business trips, meetings and such, about 1/3 of the time. So whenever she has a chance, she slips out to have some fun. Although, she admits, being a lifeguard is fun. She gets to work with a lot of adorable children, not to mention hot guys. And it is in this same pool that our erotic story today begins... It was a hot summer day. By now, Jackie works at the swimming pool 40 hours a week. Surprisingly, not a lot of people are showing up. Most of the time it's only her and some other lifeguards chatting, which makes work easier. Although, imaginably, it gets boring after a while. So occassionally she invites a few friends over and have some fun in the water. Without the slightest shyness, she invited her best friend Austin to the job one day. In case you were wondering, Austin IS a guy. But he's also Jackie's best friend. And you know what, they haven't made love yet. Which is rare for a male friend of Jackie's. Nearly every guy friend she has has fucked her on at least one occassion. But not Austin. He's just a real good friend. Take Tim for instance. This guy is a player just like Jackie. You name the girl and he's done it with. Although, you have to admit, a lot of the girls he's screwed is nameless to him. After all, he's the kind of person who anticipates sex and works his way around it. He's very good at it, too. That means getting sex and getting at the sex. He is kind of a shy guy, but he's not shy when it comes to sex. And he has that strong passion whenever the sex comes. He will be panting, moaning, and making all kinds of noises during lovemaking. Believe it, he's a hell of a lucky guy. And he's fucked Jackie on many occassions. He was her first and she was his first. From the first time they did it, they've "reunited" on bed on a few occassions. Back to Austin, here he enters, tiptoed. He gets behind Jackie's back and covers her eyes suddenly. She screams out of being scares, and he laughs. The mystery is over. Jackie punches him in the abs, which doesn't hurt him a bit considering his muscles. Actually, Austin isn't one of the most muscular guys around. He's more of the cute boy type. Kind of like the prep of preps type. He does work out a lot, and he plays a lot of sports. So does Jackie. "Don't do that again!!" Jackie says as she laughs. "I had you first didn't I?" Austin replies, chuckling and sitting besides Jackie. "Jerk. I should have never invited you." "Oh come on, it's not like I didn't have better things to do than to be here with you on this Saturday afternoon." "Well, fine, hey, thanks for coming." "Suuure.... wow it really is kinda boring around here. Where is everyone?" Jackie sighs, "All the lifeguard's gone, it's just me." "And me." Austin points out. And they went on to chat about a few other things before Jackie suggested that they play in the water. So they Austin takes off his shirt and jumps right in; Jackie had been in her swimwear all along. They splash water on eachother, laughing and enjoying the moment. Finally, Jackie can't take it any more, she's laughing too hard. So she retreats to the edge of the pool, still in the water. Austin settles next to her. "You're not very good at this, you know?" Austin said. "I would be better if you weren't so vicious!" Jackie laughed, "You didn't give me a chance." "Oh, I didn't?" Austin chuckles and grabs her shoulders. She cries, tickled and feeling good. The next thing she knows, Austin is still laughing and teasing her, but he's in a perfect position to do her. Her smile fades as she looks at Austin with that look that lovers have the moment they realize their love. Austin slowly realizes the situation. "What, Jackie?" Then he realizes what's going on. His penis, still in his swim shorts, suddenly exploded in size, getting as big and as long as they have ever gotten. it's now touching Jackie's upper front thighs. He tries to back away, but no matter what he does, the erection only gets worse and he only gets closer to Jackie. At last, he starts to breath hard, his cock now touching her pussy. He gasps, and she moans. He pulls his penis out of the shorts and sticks it in her. Oh.... that felt so good. He slowly twitches it in her. Still underwater, the feeling is even better. Did I mention Austin was a virgin? Well, he was. He is a very romantic and outgoing man that most girls dig, but he's never done it. Ideally and occuring now, his first time is with his best friend, the pretty blonde. Austin starts to do it faster, both of them gasping and panting. Finally, Jackie tries to pull him away, but she hardly has any energy left... it's so hard to resist! "Ahhh" she let out a groan, and manages to say these words. "No, Austin. Ohh... Ah." Austin went on, only caring about the moment and probably forgetting that he's fucking his best friend. As he does it faster, they begin to moan louder. If you were in the lockers changing right now, you would have no problem hearing them. As things were, they were alone, so nobody was watching. Jackie's body temperature has risen so much, she feels. She closes her eyes and lets Austin take complete control. He starts to lick her breasts. They taste so good! He puts his hands on the bench and fucks her even harder. Then he manages to lick her neck. He wanted to lick all over her body, but he could feel it was coming. Just now, she lets out another cry and starts to pull him hard. And he reacts by pushing as hard as he can. All you could hear now is constant moaning and groaning in the room. It was a big room and it echoed slightly. It would have been a big turn on for anyone watching. Jackie had done it plenty before, but she was NOT expecting her best friend to lose his virginity to her, in the pool. Her mind is so confused. Again she tries to pull him away, but he only fucks harder. Orgasm, her mind explodes, I'M HAVING AN ORGASM... W I TH MY B E S T FRIEND!! AHH! That was her last thought before she started to cum. Austin was doing the same. He was ejaculating inside her. Of course, he had never experienced this before, and you can see the amazement on his face. He is so new to this. They waited about 30 seconds, starring at each other, panting. Finally, Austin pulls out of her but he got even closer to her, pausing for a short break, and suddenly aims for her books again. She didn't mind it this time, as she has completely given in. Austin wanted to say something to her, but he can't imagine what. IT IS HIS BEST FRIEND THAT HE IS SCREWING. The next thing he knows, he has picked her up to the dry floor and lay her down. She is on top of him. He knew he wanted to do it again, so he inserts his cock into her again and fucked her one more time, in the missionary position, on dry ground this time. It was quite enjoyable. About 5 minutes later, we see Austin and Jackie in the shower, fucking again. What a sex drive. Neither of them wants it to stop, although neither knows he wants it for sure. Still, they just went on fucking. Austin is now behind Jackie. His penis is tired, and he wants to use his hands now. Sliding it inside Jackie's hole, he hears her moan slowly, her body trembling as she pulled him closer, bring his tongue to hers. They kissed, and his hands rubbed her. They were completely naked, just like when they did it the first time. Austin honestly has one of the nicest asses around. Jackie reaches for it and rubs it hard. He feels so good, only making her wanting to fuck her even more. His hands are rubbing her faster than ever before, and in no time she was cumming again. The 2 best friends did not speak to eachother after the sex. They didn't know what to say. But you know what people say about the afterwards -- it can totally ruin the lovers. Some people are completely normal and in love before sex, but after it they just scream and yell at eachother. Kinda makes you wonder if cumming takes over your mind? Finally, Jackie says something, "So umm... was this your first time?" Austin didn't answer, but stared at his beloved sex partner. She felt awkward, smiling for one second and adds, "Of course not, how silly of me... that was a stupid question." Only after about 10 seconds of awkward silence did Austin reply, "You're right, that was a stupid question." She didn't chuckle this time. "But you know what, you're also right, I was a virgin until just now." With her jaw almost dropping, she lets out a burst of laugh. It was so funny to her. The most romantic cute boy in school is a virgin? That's definitely news to her. He also smiled, but he didn't find it very funny. After she maintained control again, they became silent once again. This time, Jackie walked up to Austin and slowly put her hands into his. "I love you." She said. For the first time, Austin felt a shyness coming from her. He couldn't help but let out a burst of laugh as well. Jackie swallowed hard, not knowing if she said the right thing. And then he took her hand and kissed it, and he put his hands on her cheek. "ditto." he said. They both smiled. From that day on, Austin went on to have a lot of sex, Jackie went on to have even more sex, and both of them had plenty of sex together. All in all, this story told the beginning of Jackie and Austin's romance. Two ex-best friends, their fate changed forever because of this one time. How? You'll see soon. See ya next time! Best Friends The door opened into a dimly lit room. He knew she'd been waiting. He was arriving alone to her place for once and didn't think she would be. Sighing softly, he walked into the waiting doorway. Closing the door, he turned to find her lounging on the sofa. The light of the table lamp illuminated her kissable neck and shoulders. To his surprise, she was alone. She laid down her notebook and rose to her feet. She moved to meet him. He raised his arms, encircling her. She nuzzled in close, trying to touch him with every part of her body. They held each other for several moments. She breathed in his intoxicating scent while he placed a gentle kiss on her head. She slipped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. He followed placidly, as he thought of her body tightly pressed against his. His eyes fluttered shut in the daydream, only to spring open as she locked his mouth with hers. Thoughts shattered. New thoughts emerged. Pulling her in tighter, he thrust his tongue past her lips. She felt it cool and wet against her own. Their teeth colliding as they fiercely explored inside each other's mouths. Her knees began to weaken. She could feel herself slowly sliding to the floor. He caught her from completely falling and lowered her down tenderly. As she reached the floor, he broke the kiss. He gazed down upon her, and couldn't believe how green her eyes were. They actually seemed to have more color than normal. Could they be artificial color or just so vividly luminescent that they glowed? She ran her fingers around his neck and began a slow trip down his chest. He welcomed the loving distraction. Her fingertips sent scattering tingles throughout his body ending in his cock, which was quickly becoming rigid. He had to fall on to his side to be able to grab her hands and stop the insufferable tickling sensations. She didn't wriggle loose to free herself, but she did spring on top of him. She swiftly swung her ankle across their legs and let the momentum carry her. Astoundingly, his hold on her hands made a tremendous pivot point. Straddling his thighs gave her a good view of the swelling in his crotch. She pulled her hands to herself and they fell from his grip. He was quite astonished that she had pulled a move like that. Her hands regained their previous course down his chest and over his abdomen. They finished the journey at the waistband of his jeans and fingertips traced the band to the button at the front. The button slipped from its restraints with ease. The zipper key was all that remained between her and his throbbing member. She raised her head to see his familiar face. He met her eyes and locked them with his sparkling, crystal blues. Caught in his gaze, she lowered her mouth to catch the zipper key between her teeth. Tugging on the key was a pleasant experience. It didn't release the zipper teeth at first, forcing her to break the lock of their eyes. With more concentration, she was able to unlock the zipper and pull it completely open. An unsteady breath escaped from him. She smiled up into those blue pools as she reached probing hands into soft, cool boxers. Beneath the layers of clothing, her fingers reached and grasped onto his smooth cock. They flowed around the shaft and gingerly pumped up and down. A bulbous head throbbed between her grip. Eyeing its plum-likeness, she stretched out a pink probiscious, wanting to taste of its fruit. A shudder ran through his body as her tongue slid over the surface of the purple skin. She continued pumping the shaft as she licked the tip. A slimy clear liquid began seaping out of the slit on the end. She enjoyed the sensation she received from the taste and feel of this nectar on her tongue. Swallowing his cock, she sucked for more of his salty fluid. She would swallowed it whole, were it not firmly attached. His breathing grew heavier and slight moans would pass through his lips as she pulled his cock into her suctioning mouth. His entire body tingled pleasurably. Pressure soon started to build up at the very base of his pleasure zone. Slowly the pressure grew, until she started to speed up. Feverishly, she sucked at his reddening rod. Igniting his bubble, he violently exploded past her suckling lips into her awaiting mouth. His rigid shaft pulsed in her hand as he came into her mouth. The hot drink poured over her tongue and was ushered down her throat, making room for the next load. The shots continued five more times, following the previous expenditures down into her. Lapping and sucking greedily, she swallowed every drop. Holding his melting penis in a gentle grasp, she released her lips from him. A final spasm surged through his body. He didn't want to be banished from that comfort and warmth. A sigh fled his lips. Smiling softly, she raised herself off and laid down beside him. Her hand released the soft pistol to lie motionless on his pubic hair, tucking him back into boxers of soft material. Running her tongue along her lips searching for leftover droplets, she rested her head on his shoulder. His splayed arms wrapped around her, hugging her tight. They relaxed into each other relinquishing breaths, unknowingly being held. "I love you, little sister," he said softly and kissed her longingly. "I love you, big brother," she answered. -FIN- Best Friends Just for one moment, I was back in school And felt that old, familiar pain And as I turned to make my way back home The snow turned into rain. --"Same Auld Lang Syne", Dan Fogelberg * * * * * POOF! The flash from the camera blinded Rebecca and Jill, leaving splotches of colour dancing in their vision for a few seconds after going off. Shaking off the effects of the bright burst of light first, Jill went over to the camera, turned it off, and laid the print it spat out over on the nightstand. "I think I blinked." Jill turned. "Tough shit. One take, remember? Besides, that was the last picture in the camera." "You make it sound like a Driver's License photo or something," Rebecca said. "Well, like most things in life, you only get one chance with the Polaroid." Jill wrapped her arms around Rebecca, and pecked her on the cheek. "So, how's that for posterity?" "Some legacy we'll leave behind, eh? Two professional girls in their prime, one right before her marriage…" She looked down at the ring on her left hand. "…And the other on the way to a proposal?" She indicated the photograph in the frame next to the bed on the nightstand. "Steve's kinda shy," Jill replied, looking at the photograph. "Doesn't say a whole lot, but you can tell he means well just by the expression on his face." "Uh-huh," Rebecca nodded. "Looks like he's off to conquer the world in that 4x4 of his." "Speaking of conquering the world…" Jill held up her friend's hand. "Where did he dig up the money for THIS rock? If you had any idea how jealous I was right now…" "Being an investment banker for a Fortune 500 company does have its perks, you know," Rebecca said with a grin. "Tell me about it. No, wait, on second thought…don't tell me. The night will get away from us." "I like the way you say that," Rebecca whispered, pulling Jill's mouth to hers. Eyes closed, fumbling in her high-heels, Jill reached back with her hand and tried to find the light switch. She got it on her third try, and the room got darker. She kicked the shoes off into the corner, then sat down on the bed. She felt Rebecca sit beside her, and Jill's hands instantly went to the other woman's blouse. The silk slid through her hands like soft water as she undid the first button, her lips still locked with the other woman's. Rebecca also removed her shoes, pushing first one pump off and then the other, the shag carpeting muffling the thumps as she did so. Her hand ran through Jill's blonde hair, and she paused for a moment. "You got a new haircut! I didn't even notice!" "Mmm-hmmm," Jill nodded. "Just took the back right off, no problem. Pity the stylist wasn't all that cute, but hey, what do you expect for a lousy eighty bucks?" "Nothing but perfection." Rebecca slid Jill's sport coat off her shoulders and hung it from one of the bedposts. Rebecca's blouse was now completely open in the front, and the Jill practically ripped it off her back as her lover untucked Jill's shirt and started to tug it over her head. "Tell you what," Rebecca said, after both their shirts were on the floor, "let's do the pants ourselves. I'm not as young as I used to be." "I'll drink to that," Jill laughed, unbuttoning her slacks and stepping out of them one leg at a time. Rebecca followed suit, and the two were once again at each other's mouths, tongues wrestling to gain a position of dominance over the other. Jill felt the catch of her bra unsnap, and she let the fabric flutter to the floor. Then Rebecca was pushing her down on the bed, and she fell willingly, arms upraised, feeling like she was flying for a moment. She felt Rebecca fall on top of her, brown hair tickling her face, tickling her neck, tickling her bare breasts as her lover's mouth worked its way down her body, licking and kissing, until it reached her left nipple, where it stopped and decided to stay for a while. Ordinarily, she might have tried to wrestle the other girl's bra from her body, but for the moment she was content to just relax and enjoy the attention. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, and pushed up her partner's bra, exposing her creamy white breasts to the darkness. Pulling Rebecca up over her until the girl was straddling her with her legs, Jill nuzzled her neck, then licked her way down her sternum until she was between the two beautiful mounds and stopped, trying to make up her mind. "Um…left or right?" she giggled. "What happened? Did you get lost?" "I'm asking for your opinion, not directions," Jill snorted back. "Ah. Well, like the scarecrow said, some people DO go both ways…" "I'll say they do." Jill buried her face in her partner's chest, mentally flipped a coin, and moved to her right. It seemed to be the proper place to be, as Rebecca arched her back above and let out a soft sigh. A beautifully-manicured hand made its way to Jill's crotch, and danced across her underwear. "You're over-dressed for this, you know." "What are you gonna do about it?" Without replying, Rebecca pulled Jill's buttocks into the air and deftly swiped the girl's panties off her waist and down to her ankles. "Hey! That's not fair!" Rebecca took her place back at Jill's breast, and kneaded the nipple between her lips. "What are you gonna do about it?" Jill slid a hand under Rebecca's underwear, and caressed her lover's outer folds with her middle finger. "Sure you want to ask that question?" "Do your worst." Jill grinned in the darkness, tugged the panties down from Rebecca's hips. Rebecca did the rest, getting them off and down to the floor where they belonged, then (at Jill's prompting), straddled the girl again, her knees right under Jill's arms. Jill sat her head up against the pillow behind her, then leaned a bit and found herself nuzzling Rebecca's inner thighs. The brown-haired girl pushed her hips forward to meet Jill's probing nose, and Jill giggled as her face was caressed by her partner's pubic hair. For a few moments, little happened as Jill simply poked and prodded around. Then, without warning, she felt Jill's tongue sliding around her labia, felt herself getting wet from the sensation, felt the muscles in her legs tensing up from what she knew was coming. Jill didn't disappoint, putting Rebecca through her paces as effectively as a Marine drill sergeant tongue-lashed a group of greenhorn recruits. Halfway through Jill's oral demonstration, Rebecca made her stop, then twisted her body around so she faced Jill's crotch and began to return the favour to her lover. Both girls felt themselves convulsing in and out of an orgasm for the next few minutes, then finally came together, Rebecca mewing softly in delight, Jill shaking from head to toe. Rebecca rotated again, so that she was facing Jill once more, and they kissed fully, contentedly. When they finally got up, Rebecca glanced at the clock. "Jeezus, it's almost one in the morning!" "You gonna be alright driving home?" Rebecca sighed, then nodded. "Yeah. I can't stay over here tonight." "Right. He would start to wonder…" "Not to mention what would happen if yours walked in on us in the morning," Rebecca said, grinning. "If I know him, it would be something like, 'Holy shit, can three play that game?'" The two got dressed, and shared another kiss as Jill opened the door to her room. "We have to do this again sometime, Becca." Rebecca nodded. "Maybe after our lives slow down a bit? I mean, who knows what next year brings?" Jill walked her lover to the door, and lingered there as Rebecca tottered on the porch on her heels. "Take care of yourself, OK? Write me?" "Sure thing. If I find the time." Rebecca tried to smile, but it didn't come out looking the way she wanted it to look, so she cut it off instead, and turned to leave. "Night, Jill." "Night," came the stilted reply. "Um…I lo-" "Don't say it," Rebecca cut her off. "But…ditto." With that, the brunette hobbled down the porch towards her car, parked further down the street as Jill closed the door behind her. When she was certain Jill was no longer watching, Rebecca reached down and tugged off first one shoe, then the other. The faded red pumps were half a size too small, and her feet hurt from being in them as long as they had. She ran a hand through her hair, then cursed as she looked down to see that one of her press-on nails had popped off sometime earlier in the evening. Finally, she yanked the ring off her finger and angrily hurled it away into the darkness. She heard the dime-store plastic clatter across the pavement several yards in front of her, but didn't see where it finally ended up. Fishing the keys out of her purse, she inserted them into the lock of the 1989 Ford, got behind the wheel, and drove off. Back in the apartment, Jill sat in her bedroom, remembering every minute of the encounter, playing it back over and over in her head. Finally, satisfied that she had committed every detail to her memory, she reached over, snatched the frame off her nightstand, and pulled the back off. The picture of Steve, as flimsy as the magazine it had been clipped from, caught on the breeze of her broken air conditioner unit and twirled through the air only to land, face down, on the mouse-chewed carpeting. On his back, miniature letters formed words that, had they been combined with their brothers in on the page, comprised eight reasons why public education was failing. She took the moth-eaten sport coat, found earlier that year at a yard sale for only $1.50, and hung it gently in her closet next to the rest of her rumpled outfits. One hand tugged out the rubber band that had been holding her hair out of view for the camera before. She aimed for the trash can, and got it on the first shot. Jill emerged from her bedroom, carrying the photograph taken earlier that evening. From the wall, she pulled a photo frame down and studied it. The frame was one of those deluxe jobs with ten slots for pictures arranged in two rows: five on top, five on bottom. Taking a pen from a nearby table, she carefully marked the picture "Rebecca and Jill, 2002" on the back, then carefully slid it into the seventh slot in the frame. Returning to her room, she pulled one tall book off the shelf, sat down on her bed, and stared at it silently. "Fountain Square High School Yearbook!" the cover declared. Flipping quietly through the pages, she reached the back cover, which was always reserved for autographs, signatures, and special messages from classmates. It was completely blank, save for one message inscribed in the center of the left page: "Gratz, girlfriend! The world belongs to us! Best of luck! Love, Rebecca. Best Friends 4-Ever, Seniors, 1995!" Her fingers ran across the pen marks, trying to feel the indentation on the paper, as she read the words over and over. A tear rolled down her right cheek as she sniffled. As usual, the Kleenex box by her bed was empty. "Here's to year seven of owning the world, Becca…" Best Friends. 4-Ever. Best Friends The saga began on a beautiful, hot, July, Friday evening in New England. My wife and I are fortunate enough to have a nice cottage on the shores of a large, pristine lake. The lake is quite deep, very cold and clear enough that you can see into depths of 30 or more feet. Though there are hundreds of homes and cottage along its shores, our camp is located such that we have a reasonable amount of privacy on our back deck. I had arrived home from work around 4:30 or so and was greeted by my lovely wife, Ellen, who was holding a glass of wine in one hand and a well greased butt plug in the other. "Strip and spread 'em," Ellen instructed after giving me a warm greeting kiss. I, of course, complied. As I said we have a reasonable amount of privacy on the back deck. When there are no neighbors about (which, luckily, is quite often), Ellen and I will often sit on the deck naked, drink wine and get caught up with each other's day. It was right on the deck that I stripped off my clothes, bent over a chair and offered my wanton anus to my lovely wife. With gentle circular motions, she slowly and teasingly inserted the plug. Once the plug was firmly in place, Ellen and I sat down and got caught up on our day's events. Ellen had been at the cottage all day painting the kitchen so she was not aware of the brutal heat that had baked the cement and black top in town. There was nearly always a light breeze that swept the cool air off of the cold water and kept the surrounds of the lake ten to twenty degrees cooler than in town. "You smell gamy," she said. "Must be hot in town." "Sure is," I replied. "It sure is nice here! I think I'll take a quick dip a cool down after I finish this glass of wine." "Sarah called and said she might ride out a little later. I invited her for dinner. I hope you don't mind." Ellen said. Sarah is Ellen's best friend. During their past marriages, they spent hours together as families. Their children were about the same age, so they played together. Even after they had both divorced and the kids had grown, Ellen and Sarah had maintained a very true, loyal and rare friendship. Ellen went on to marry me and Sarah went on to a string of bad relationships that neither of us could understand because Sarah was a very attractive, self-sufficient woman in her mid forties. There were plenty of good men out there for her to pick from, but she gravitated toward "losers". Currently, she was between men. "Why would I mind," I asked playfully. "I'll be the only man with two good looking babes, were at a nice cool cottage and I am plugged in to boot. Life doesn't get any better!" I had often wondered what a tag team bout with Sarah and Ellen would be like. Not a fantasy, just a fun thought, but even though Ellen and Sarah shared everything, that everything did not include me and that was just fine. Ellen is a marvelous lover and she gives me all I need and more. "Marty called her again last night," Ellen said disgustingly. "Don't tell me. He's unemployed again," I replied. Marty had been Sarah's latest loser. They had been on and off several times. He leach off of her, then she'd kick him out. He'd get hurt or lose his job and he would call her, talk her into taking him back and the cycle would continue. "She didn't say. But he said he was in town and was going to drop by her house this evening. She just decided that she wanted to get away for a while and hopefully when he arrives and finds her gone, he'll get the hint and move on." There was doubt in Ellen's voice. "A 2 by 4 across the head is the only hint he'll get." I took a sip of wine. "I guess that means I can't walk around all evening naked." "No you can't." Ellen quipped. "It has been a long time since Sarah's seen any man meat. I afraid that just one look at your, no MY man meat, she'd jump your bones." "Your no fun," I pouted childishly. "Okay, I'm going to put on my suit and take my gamy, plugged in ass for a swim." I finished my wine and went into the cottage, put on my suit and headed for the dock. The water was so cold, that my anus gripped around the plug like a vise and my man meat resembled more of a morsel. I had seen Sarah drive in while I was in the lake. I walked into the camp through the front door. Sarah was on the back deck and Ellen entered through the back door. She had a scowl on her face. "What's up?" I asked quietly. "Marty called Sarah just before she left. He had been drinking and was quite rough with her on the phone. He scared her." Ellen whispered. "She hurriedly threw some clothes in a bag and left. She asked if she could stay the night." "And YOU said?" I asked already knowing the answer. "What do you think I said?" Ellen whispered defensively. "I can't let her go back home tonight!" "Jesus Ellen, she has family," I answered. "Have you forgotten what you stuck in my ass when I got here." As horny as Ellen can be, she will NEVER have sex when there are kids or company in the house. "NO, I haven't forgotten," her voice more defensive. "We'll make up for it tomorrow night." I looked in her eyes while she spoke. Her mind was made up and I wasn't going to change it. I also knew that she would make up for it on Saturday. With the resignation of a man who knows when he is beat I simply said, "I'll go shower and pull my plug." "I love you," Ellen gave me a kiss on the lips and headed out to her best friend. I headed for the bathroom. Chapter 2 When Sarah and Ellen get together there is little room for me. Sarah is a hairdresser and gets all the gossip and dirt on everyone else in town, so they talk about people and things I don't know or care about. They drank and chatted, I drank and made myself busy around the cottage- there is always something to do. And I pouted. Ellen and I have been married just a little over a year. We were, by my definition, newly weds. I love my wife dearly and can't get enough of her-in and out of the bedroom. Sarah was an unwelcome intrusion into my world-especially since I was forced to remove the butt plug my wife had so lovingly inserted. "Oh well," I finally thought to myself. I prepared a platter of cheese and crackers and took it out to the women. I poured more wine for all and began snacking on the cheese and crackers. "Your awfully quiet tonight, George." Sarah said as I took a bite of a cheese and cracker sandwich. I shrugged and continued chewing. Ellen must have been "more over the top" than I thought because she just blurted. "He's just pissed because he had to pull out his plug!" I was shocked! Ellen claimed that she never discussed our sex life with her friends and though I doubted it, I had no reason to disbelieve her. I stared at Ellen with daggers coming out of my eyes. "Plug? What plug?" Sarah asked giddily. I was hoping that Ellen saw and registered my reaction, but if she had, she ignored it. "His butt plug. He loves having things stuck up his ass. When he got home I stuck a plug up his butt and because you're here, he had to take it out!" I was on the edge of rage. Not because I am embarrassed about my love for anal sex, but because Sarah had a habit of repeating everything she heard. I would have preferred Ellen to have told MY MOTHER over this woman. But then again, my mother would probably hear about this in a few days anyway-along with the rest of the town "REALLY!" Sarah exclaimed. "Every man I have ever had has wanted to put his cock in MY ass. I have never heard of a man that wanted ME to put something up HIS ass!" "Oh Yeah!" Ellen chimed in with out caring about or seeing my reaction. "A couple of months ago he bought this thing I wear and it has a cock attached to it. I put it on, he bends over and I screw him in the ass while he jerks off!" Ellen was drunk and her words flowed easily from her mouth. All I could do was sit there and listen, there was little point in confronting Ellen now, but in the morning we were going to have a long chat. I was watching Sarah's reaction and she seemed to be enjoying the view into our sex life. "Isn't it dirty?" Sarah asked. "Can be," Ellen proclaimed. "Preparation is the key. We clean him out first with an enema." Sarah shivered either from repulsion or excitement. I wasn't sure which. Ellen got up from the table, went into the cottage and returned carrying our "toy" bag. "This one is mine," Ellen said pulling out the small plug we use on her. "My ass is too small for anything bigger and this is his collection." Ellen laid out the array of anal toys she uses on me- a medium sized rubber plug, a vibrating plug and a sixteen inch long acrylic toy that is shaped like a plug on one end and is rippled on the other end. We have "shared" this toy on occasion with one end stuck in my ass and the other end in her vagina. But most of the time I have the plug shaped end in me and she uses the other end as a handle so she can fuck me good and proper. Sarah was wearing a light blue, one-piece bathing suit. I noticed the light blue fabric in her crotch was getting noticeably darker. "And this," Ellen said with pride "Is MY cock." She removed the harness and the realistic 7" dong that was attached. "That fits in your ass?" Sarah asked me in disbelief. I had no choice but to go along. Both women's cloth lined crotches were getting wetter by the minute and my dick was beginning to swell, as well. Ellen was going someplace with this little show and I knew I was going to be the star attraction! "The plugs help open me up first." Ellen then pulled out the last item in the bag-a vibrator-and without comment, put it along side the rest of the toys. She looked into the empty bag. "Oh, Oh," she said. "No more bottles." She was referring to the disposable enemas we use. "How am I going to clean you out?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! Ellen was planning to give me an enema right then and there in front of her friend. What else was she planning? "There's one under the sink. I put it there so it would leak in the bag." Ellen's look of disappointment turned to excitement. "I'll be right back." I glanced at Sarah. She had a smile on her face. The kind of smile that was holding back a chuckle. The wet spot in her bathing suit was growing. I hoped Ellen realized what she was doing to her friend and was going to give her the opportunity to get relief. Ellen returned with the enema and our riding crop. Both were destined to find a place on and in my ass. "Drop 'em and spread 'em!" She commanded. I obeyed. I lowered my swimsuit, turned away from Sarah and dropped to my knees, lowering my head to the floor of the deck. I felt the skinny neck of the bottle enter my rectum and could soon feel the flow of liquid enter my bowel. "There! Be nice and clean in a few minutes," Ellen declared. Then she took the riding crop and gave my ass a couple of good whacks. My humiliation was complete. There I was face down and ass up, an enema working on my insides and probably two pretty good red marks on my cheeks and the biggest gossip in town was getting a show at my expense. During the few minutes it took for the enema to work, Ellen continued to tell Sarah all about my anal fetish, my love for being tied up and spanked and how I enjoyed being her slave. Everything she said was certainly true enough and my cock began to harden as I thought about the situation and what Ellen might have in store for me tonight. When I could no longer retain the enema, I got up and went into the bathroom to relieve myself. Ellen yelled to me, "Leave your bathing suit inside, you won't be needing it." When I returned to the deck, Ellen was holding a well greased, long, acrylic plug and I was sporting a hard on. I took a moment to survey the crotches of the two women, both were visibly wetter. "Sarah and I have decided that you are going to be our slave tonight." Ellen proclaimed. "You will do everything we ask or you will be punished. I have decided that Sarah can play with your plug or screw you in the ass with the strap-on, but she can't touch your dick and you are not to touch her in any way." I couldn't believe what I was hearing coming from my lovely wife's lips. I never expected her to be this open and her compromise was certainly fair enough. "Assume the position." I again got on my knees and exposed my ass to the two women. Slowly, gently and lovingly Ellen pushed the phallus into me until the widest part of the plug passed my sphincter and my anus clamped onto the narrow part. She let my ass get accustomed to the invader and then she slowly worked it in and out a couple of times. "You can't do this too much," Ellen said to Sarah. "Or he will come too quick. Here give it a try." Sarah got up and grabbed the "handle" and gave it a gentle pull. "It's stuck!" She said with a giggle. "Don't be so timid," Ellen chimed in. "Give it a good tug. You won't hurt him." Sarah pulled harder and that time my sphincter released its prize. "Now just push it back in." Sarah did as Ellen instructed and then repeated the process a couple of times -to my delight. "That's enough." Ellen said. "It is time for our slave to perform." "That's fun!" Sarah exclaimed. "OK, slave," Ellen said sternly. "Time to get to work. I think we are ready for dinner. So get cooking!" With that said, she landed a firm blow with the crop and I jumped to my feet. As much as I enjoy that large plug, it has a few drawbacks. For starters, weighing in at over a pound, it is quite heavy. When standing erect, I have to concentrate to keep it from succumbing to gravity and falling out. Another problem is that it sticks out of my ass a good ten inches, making sitting and squatting virtually impossible. But that is part of the challenge and part of the fun. These two elements are constant reminders that it is there and who put there. I set about the duties of preparing dinner, while the women chatted. I couldn't help but notice that Sarah had a difficult time keeping her eyes off of me while I pranced about with a hard on sticking out if my front side and a plastic "tail" sticking out of the back of me. I, also, couldn't help but notice that actually droplets of vaginal secretions had form on the outside of Sarah's bathing suit crotch and her nipples were straining against the fabric of her bra. Wine, a prolonged period of abstinence and my condition were taking a toll on her. Once when Ellen had gone in to use the bathroom, I watched Sarah lay back in the lounge, close her eyes, insert her hand inside her suit and play with herself until Ellen re-emerged. She didn't seem to mind that I was there. "Our slave seems to be doing a fine job getting our meal." Ellen said while I was tending the steaks on the grill. "Do you think we should reward him?" "As soon as I get more wine." Sarah said. Before anyone could ask again, I was filling Sarah's glass. "Now we can reward him." I got down on my hands and knees and enjoyed every minute of the screwing the women proceeded to give me until Ellen declared that I had had enough. A large pool of pre-cum had formed on the deck beneath my still very had cock. I didn't stand until both had given my buttocks a couple of firm swats with the crop. If there was a heaven, it couldn't be any better than I was enjoying that evening. I was in the kitchen putting the final touches on the meal when Ellen entered. She grabbed my cock in one hand and my "tail" in the other. She looked lovingly in my eyes. "Are you enjoying this?" She asked as she gave my plug a small tug. "Yes, I am!" I replied. "I think Sarah is too. Look." I nodded toward the deck. Through the screen door, we could both plainly see Sarah- head back, eyes closed and fingers working feverishly under her suit. "Remember what I said." Ellen said. "You can't touch her and she can't play with this." Ellen gave a tug and a squeeze on my cock. She gave me a kiss. Ellen gave Sarah a warning that she was going back out. "Sarah, do you want water with dinner?" Sarah's masturbation session quickly ended and she replied. "Please." In the glow of the Tiki torches I could see the gleam of Sarah's vaginal juices on her fingers when I walked out the door carrying the tray of food. We ate- the women sitting and me standing. I cleared the table, washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen. When I was finished with the domestic chores, Ellen decided it was time for my reward. "I think it is time to tie the slave up and for you to feel what it is like to give a man a good screwing!" We went into the camp and Ellen retrieved the nylons we use for tying. She bent me over the table, spread my legs, tied my ankles to the legs of the table and then tied my hands to the opposite legs. Once I was firmly bound she helped Sarah slip into the harness and she gave her the vibrator. The acrylic plug was removed from my ass and was soon replaced by the dong of the strap-on. I took Sarah a couple of seconds to get used to what she was doing, but she soon found a comfortable position and rhythm. I was getting screwed in the ass with earnest. Sarah stopped humping me long enough to turn on the vibrator and I don't know if she just stuck it between the harness and her wanting clitoris or if she actually inserted it into her vagina. It made no difference to me because the vibration was being telescoped into the dong in my ass and vanquished the last bit of resistance I had. Ellen watched the show for a few minutes, then she came over to the table and began to stroke my cock while Sarah humped. Within a few moments, both Sarah and I were screaming our release. We both shuddered and spazzed a few times while Ellen milked the last drops of semen out of my penis and onto the floor beneath. Ellen placed her face in front of mine. "Are you happy baby?" She asked. "Very!" I replied as the last few spasms of orgasm wracked Sarah and I and Sarah withdrew the strap-on from me. "What about you?" I asked. "Don't worry about me. Thus far this has been about making my two best friends happy." Ellen said lovingly. "You can take care of me when we go to bed. You really didn't think you were going to get away with this easy did you." I smiled. Ellen gave my well-abused ass one more slap before re-inserting the long plug and untying me. ******* Sarah was hung-over and didn't stay around long the next morning. I think she was still trying to sort through the events of the night before. Once Sarah's car was out of sight on the dirt road, I placed an arm around my loving wife. "You don't think she is going to run right back to town and start telling everyone she sees about what went on here last night, do you?" I asked. "Not if she wants to do it again." Ellen answered with a smile. Best Friends One thing leads to another My wife, Terri and I are both pharmacists who grew up in Ohio but now live in north Florida. We moved to Florida shortly after getting married, following Terri’s graduation. I had graduated two years earlier from the same College of Pharmacy and had a good job in Columbus. After graduation, Terri received a fantastic offer from a major pharmacy chain and we moved to a beautiful area on the coast of north Florida. Having lived in Ohio all our lives it was like paradise in our new home on the beautiful Florida Gulf Coast. I had found a good job at a local hospital and we felt quite fortunate to both having great jobs , good incomes, and living in a wonderful climate. Although we left our families and friends behind, we could return for visits and our new life together was good. We each developed new friends but our best friends were Mark and Jenny. Mark was our CPA and he and Jenny quickly became our closest friends. We did many things together and had much in common. With neither of having children yet, we spent a lot of time together. Mark and I both played golf and tennis and belonged to the same gym and Terri and Jenny enjoyed the same things. They were like sisters. We were almost inseparable. When Terri and I had our home built, we included both a pool and hot tub and we loved to relax in the pool and/or hot tub with our friends. Since Jenny and Terri are very attractive women and Mark and I, not considered slouches, with both having athletic bodies, needless to say, there was usually innocent flirting going on but overlooked by both couples. When they were at our house, it was not unusual to have Terri and Jenny running around in shorts or bikinis. It was hard to avoid looking at their beautiful tanned bodies around the pool or hot tub. With Mark and I also having good bodies, the sexual tension would sometimes get pretty high. Mark and I had often showered at the club and to be frank, he was the only guy I have ever met with a cock larger than mine. Although I had seen actors in porn films with larger cocks, I had never known any one in person who was better endowed than me until I met Mark. He made a similar remark the first time we played tennis at the club and showered. It was kind of embarrassing to talk like that with a new friend but we both found ourselves looking at each other in the shower and couldn’t avoid saying something. Terri was very inexperienced sexually before our relationship began. She had been raised to be “a good Catholic girl” and being a serious student wanting to get accepted into pharmacy school, had not dated a lot. She admitted to having had only one halfway serious relationship and had sex only twice, if you can believe that. The guy was apparently pretty average in cock size and so she was quite shocked when she first saw my 9 1/2” cock. Although our sex was primarily oral for a long time she eventually became used to to its size and our sex life became fantastic. When we were alone, we were usually naked and enjoying wild and crazy sex. Life could not be better. Terri’s sexual needs were almost insatiable. I would sometimes tease her after a torrid lovemaking session that I was not enough for her and would have to find some help. She often said that she would like to have another cock the size of mine and give me that devious smile. Although she meant it only as a fantasy, I sometimes thought about it as a reality when Mark and Jenny were engaging in flirtatious behavior with us. Mark often commented that I was extremely fortunate to have Terri and if I ever mistreated her, he would steal her away in a heartbeat. Since we were quite competitive in both golf, tennis, and practically everything, we would just laugh about it. I would make the comments about his wife Jenny who I felt was equally as sexy as Terri. I sometimes fantasized about Mark and I having sex together with both Terri and Jenny. One Saturday night after watching a football game together, we decided to cool off in the hot tub. We had been flirting around with each other earlier during the game. Mark suggested that the girls remove their bikinis in the hot tub and really relax. It wasn’t like we didn’t know each other. After all, we were both married. The girls seemed to go along with it and after a little prodding, removed their tops. It was quite a site to see these beautiful young women with naked breasts in the same hot tub. The sexual banter was getting hot and the prodding began to have them remove their bikini bottoms. It seemed we were not making any progress in this last step when Mark said that we would remove our swimsuits if they would. Just as he stood and started to remove his, they jumped out of the pool and headed inside the house not looking back at him. He was at full mast and his cock looked to be a foot long at this point. I was already semi-erect from looking at those beautiful naked girls and now having Mark in the same hot tub and naked was too much. I was red-faced and totally hard. Mark insisted that I remove mine and they would come back. I wasn’t embarrassed to have this tremendous erection since Mark had the same problem. We sat back down in the hot tub and called them to return but to no avail. We eventually put our trunks back on and went in the house. Mark and Jenny left shortly thereafter and Terri and I had a great evening having sex in every possible position that you can imagine. We cooled our relationship with Mark and Jenny a bit, with both perhaps a little shaken that things had gone that far and might have gotten out of hand. I continued to fantasize about that possibility. Although I had never cheated on Terri, I had heard stories of Mark and various women in town. I didn’t pay much attention to the rumors since he had such a beautiful wife and they were friends of ours. So I was quite surprised when Terri called me to tell me that Mark and Jenny were divorcing and she blamed it on Mark’s infidelities. Terri was crushed. Shortly after the divorce, Jenny left Florida and returned to her hometown in North Carolina. Mark and I continued our friendship but Terri was uncomfortable having him come to house. She blamed him for the divorce and her losing her best friend. Mark dated a lot, of course, but always confided that none could hold a candle to Terri and would always say how lucky I was. I shouldn’t have allowed the conversations to continue but with no resistance from me, he continued to talk about his infatuation with Terri. I would remark to Terri that I felt sorry for Mark and would love to have us befriend him again. Initially saying no each time, Terri finally gave in and Mark started to come around again. Eventually, Terri accepted him bringing his date(s) and things appeared to be getting back to normal somewhat. He commenced flirting around with Terri and would often remark that the gorgeous girl that he was with at the time was second-rate compared to her. I guess we all succumb to flattery at some point. I continued to talk about needing help satisfying Terri after our wild sex and one night mentioned that we should have Mark provide the help. She appeared angry at that suggestion and I began to tell her that his cock was larger than mine. She said that I was exaggerating and I continued to describe his large cock and the thought of us both satisfying her with more than 20 inches of hard cock. We ended up fucking like crazy again. We invited Mark and a date over again the next weekend. About 2-3 hours before their scheduled arrival, Mark called to say his date had to cancel due to an illness in her family and he would come alone, if it was okay. Of course, we said it was.okay. Terri fixed a great meal and we decided to jump into the pool for a swim. Before long, the flirting began and I looked over and the outline of Mark’s cock was clearly visible beneath his trunks. He made no attempt to hide it and I caught Terri looking as she brought us a drink pool side. I suggested that it was almost too hot for any clothes and suggested that we skinny-dip. Thinking that Terri might retreat to the house again, she surprised me by saying okay and removed her suit and jumped in the pool. Mark was ecstatic and removed his swimsuit showing a humongous hard cock. He jumped in the pool and I did the same. We horsed around and the touching became pretty obvious after awhile. Terri looked at me, with a smile, and said that she was tired and was going to take a shower. She went in the house and Mark told me that I was the luckiest man in the world. That he would give a million bucks to fuck Terri. I said that if he was serious that it might be arranged tonight. We got out of the pool and walked naked to the house, our big cocks swinging as we walked. I was as sexually excited as I had ever been. I went to the bedroom and Terri was in the shower. It is a large walk-in shower and I motioned for Mark to follow me. We got on either side of her petite body and started to wash her with our large hands. To see another man’s hands on her was quite a site. She was loving it and turned and took a huge cock in each of her small hands. She was mesmerized at the sight of these two humongous sized cocks. She dropped down to place my cock in her mouth while Mark explored every inch of her body with his hands. He was rubbing her pussy as she sucked my cock. She turned and took his even larger member in her mouth and I picked up the same pace rubbing her pussy as she sucked his cock. We turned off the shower and headed for the bed not concerned about drying off at all. I motioned for Mark to go first and I stood and watched my gorgeous wife and best friend engaging in beautiful sex. I finally laid down beside her and she turned and climbed on top of me (her favorite position) and rode my cock like a wild crazed woman. Mark was in total bliss as his dream was being realized. He came over and began to lick her beautiful body as we fucked. I could feel his tongue get closer and closer to my cock and balls as he licked her ass. She finally rolled off in total exhaustion and his head was within inches of my cock. She lifted my cock and placed it nearer to his mouth and he engulfed it and started to suck it back to life. Terri turned to his cock and started to suck him as he was making my cock huge again with his forceful sucking motions. Before long, the three of us engaged in every possible combination of sex between three people. After several hours, Terri returned to the shower. Somewhat embarrassed, Mark dressed , told me it was the best experience he ever had and left without saying anything else to Terri.. I jumped in the shower with her. Afterwards, we fell asleep in each others embrace Words couldn’t describe how we felt about what had happened but both knew that a whole new friendship had been borne between Mark and us. I’ll tell you more in another letter as this has become quite lengthy. Best Friends If I’d ever thought that anything like this was going to happen in my entire life, I would have told you I was crazy. Here I was sitting on my bed, in my room with the shades drawn, the sunlight gently coming through. It was eight O’clock on a Saturday morning, and I was staring deeply into the eyes of my best friend, Sara. She was still asleep, her hands curled around her blanket, on the other side of me on my double bed. Her skirt and school blouse were thrown onto the floor in a heap, I could see the poster of Hugh Jackman with his Wolverine claws extended out stapled to the door. The closed door, the white carpeting was littered with the beer bottles that we’d drunk from the last night. I hurriedly got out of bed, my Nightshirt falling back down over my naked ass. That wasn’t unusual, I usually slept that way, with just a tee shirt on I mean. In all honesty, I hated wearing any underclothing on at all – even when I was a littler girl, I hated the tightness feeling around my waist and legs. As soon as it was time for bed, or even if I was home, I would charge up into my room and strip them off, usually slipping into a skirt or something if it was still the daytime or into my Sleep Tee if it was night. At first my mom had tried to curb my tendencies for not wearing underwear, but had finally given up after her putting them on me every morning, and me stripping them off as soon as humanly possible, and cutting them into strips. Mom got tired of spending money, and I got tired of cutting. It was only about the time that I got my period did I finally relent and start to wear underwear, there wasn’t any other way for me to keep the blasted pad on, and I certainly didn’t want to puncture myself with a tampon. I first met Sara in third grade, she’d been wearing a white cowboy shirt and a pair of jeans. She offered me a cupcake from her lunchbox and that was how we’d become friends. The friendship has lasted for twelve years, only last night did it begin to take a turn for the better. We’d just gotten home for the weekend; it was the start of our spring break, from Occidental College. I was a Marketing Major, and Sara had decided that she wanted to go into Equine studies. There weren’t any papers due for the whole break, as Last night had been our last midterm. As soon as that was over, we had hurried to my small Jetta and driven home. Mom and Dad were of course; glad to see us, asking how the finals/midterms were and what we had in mind for the rest of the week. We’d said that we just wanted to go ahead and rest. My parents understood our needs and told us that they were going to go out with the Glickman’s from next door for a dinner and more than likely, would not be home until late that night, or very early this morning. Sara and I had said that was fine, we were more than capable of taking care of ourselves, and that was that. They got into their Jeep Grand Cherokee and Headed out into the night. Exhausted, Sara and I collapsed on the couch. I managed to get there first, and sprawl my arms out totally in a state of relaxation. “Hey, what are you doing?” Sara grinned at me, your hogging the couch, come on, I want some room too…” “Oh and what are you going to do about it?” I teased, smiling at her in the best way that I could. “Oh nothing much…” She said slyly as she slid in next to me, and instantly went for my open armpits, Of course, this was my one weak spot, and I burst out in uncontrollable giggles. “Hey!” I wheezed, very nearly unable to catch my breath. “No fair.” “Alls fair in love and war…” Sara responded back with a wry grin upon her face. “Oh, is that so?” I said, with a grin of my own, as I skillfully turned and started to tickle her back. Her bulky sweatshirt was in the way, and I artfully made my way upward. Soon enough, I could feel her warm flesh, and the warm wetness that her armpits were making. This was it, the spot. I interwove my fingers right in the spot, and seconds later, Sara began to squeal like a little girl over the tickling sensation. “N-No come on, that T-tickles!” Sara squealed as she tried to push me away; this of course, only seemed to fuel me more, and I tickled her harder. Pretty soon, her face was flushed and sweat was dripping from her forehead. “Whew…” She said with a gasp. “You’re good.” She looked over at me. “Do you mind if I take this sweatshirt off, it feels like its a thousand degrees in here.” I shrugged, we’d both seen each other in various stages of undress, and this was nothing new. “Here, let me get you some water.” I got up and headed into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with a pitcher of water, and a few glasses. When I returned, Sara had not only shed her shirt, but her pants and shoes as well, leaving her in just her underwear and bra. “I’m sorry.” She explained hastily, I was a littler hotter than I thought, you really got me worked up.” “Not a deal my friend not a deal.” I placed the drink materials on the table. “So do you feel comfortable like that?” “Very.” She said taking the glass from me, and waiting as I poured for the both of us. Her hair was still sticking to her forehead, and the sweat upon her body had made her bra almost translucent. “Oh, goodness, I must have made you hotter than you thought?” I told her. “What do you mean?” “Look down…” I smiled slightly. Sara did that and instantly flushed red. “Oh my goodness.” She covered herself up modestly. “Don’t, your very beautiful.” I could already feel my nipples hardening and my vagina was starting to wet. I pulled her hands away. “You look like an Athenian goddess.” Sara looked at me like I was crazy. “No really, you do. To tell you the truth, you’re already making me wet.” I blushed as I said this, because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react. “Bull shit!” Sara smiled at me, and straightened up. “I don’t believe you, prove it…” I shrugged, if she wanted me to prove it, than so be it, I walked over to her and stood up, unzipping my jeans and pulling them down to my knees, giving her a good look at my crotch. Sure enough, I had made myself wet, and the light fabric of the panties were almost see through now. “DO you believe me now?” Sara was awestruck, and I started to pull my pants back up, when robotically, she reached out at gently touched me! I nearly melted. “Oh, goodness, Jenny, you weren’t kidding, were you?” “Why would I?” I asked as I started to pull them back up. “Oh come on now, you can’t tell me that, that’s comfortable; being in those wet things.” To tell the truth, it did feel kind of nasty, “No not really.” I admitted, “But I didn’t want to gross you out.” “Gross me out?” Sara looked at me like I’d grown two extra heads, “Jenny, I’ve known you since you were six. I also know that you hate wearing panties.” That was true, whom was I to argue.” “You can take them off if you want too.” I blushed, my best friend knew more about me than I thought. “… and besides, being in wet panties for too long has the possibility of giving you an infection.” Who was I to argue? I wanted to take them off, Sara wanted me to take them off, and so it seemed to me like we had a perfect match. I slid them down and off, my calves and inner thighs were thrilled at being out of the constrictive garments. “See now, don’t you feel better?” I had to admit that I did. I gently folded up my things and tossed them inside of the clothes hamper, for a few minutes, I felt a little self-conscious, walking around, naked from the waist to the ankles. “Yeah, I do.” “Good, come on and sit next to me, there’s going to be a great movie on.” “Sounds good.” I perched next to Sara. The movie came on, and it was pretty good, a Jim Carrey flick, both of us were laughing at the appropriate parts, but aside from that I also realized that Sara was stroking my inner thigh. If it was subconscious or not, I didn’t know, but I shifted my positions several times to try and get her to stop. It wasn’t that I really wanted her to stop, mind you, it was just the fact that it felt so good, and that I didn’t want her to think that I was some kind of slut or something. Finally, Sara became aware that I was uncomfortable. “What’s the matter baby?” She asked, concerned. “You feel really good.” I admitted with a smile. “Really, really good; too good in fact.” “Do you want me to stop?” She asked. “That’s just it… I don’t want you to stop at all, I want you to continue.” Sara smiled at me. “Ok, baby, come over here, close to me, stand in front of me.” I did as she asked, the movie easily forgotten. She leaned down, and went onto her legs, side sitting, so that her head was face-to face with my vaginal areas. “What are you planning to do?” I asked her. I was curious, more than anything. I knew that Sara would never do anything to hurt me. “Just relax…” Sara said with a smirk, and all of a sudden I felt her thumb glide upward, settling upon the cleft right between my legs in the adductor area. It felt so good that I was barely able to control myself. She wasn’t even on my clit and already I was starting to go crazy. She looked deeply into my eyes and slid her thumb right where I wanted it to go. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” I could do little more than nod as she touched me again and again. It felt so good, just to have her fingers right there, upon me. Suddenly, I knew that I was moments from cumming. I called out her name. “Sara…” my eyes were open, but they weren’t even close to focusing. “Yes, baby J, I’m right here.” She dove her fingers even deeper into me, and I couldn’t help but scream as my orgasm took hold. It seemed like every fiber of my being was shouting out on fire. I felt a muscle spasm start to take hold of me, and I braced for the pain. Instead of the pain, I felt such a delicious rush that I couldn’t remain conscious. My eyes closed and I went to sleep. I don’t exactly know when I woke up, but I did have a blanket covering me up. Sara had gone and gotten me something to drink, she was seated in a canvas chair, her legs tucked underneath her in a way that I know I’ll never be able to compete with. “Do you feel better?” She asked. I nodded. “Very much so, how long was I out for?” “Only about twenty minutes. I made some tea, do you want some?” “Yep.” I sat up, and realized that I was still in my shirt, and that Sara had somehow in bed. “Honey, are you OK, I know that I must have been a lot of dead weight to carry.” Sara smiled. “You were, my back still is a little sore.” “Here let me fix that.” She turned her back to me and sat down at the foot of the bed. I gently lifted her shirt up and off her, watching breathlessly as more and more of her delicious skin was revealed. Like me, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and I started to massage the base of her neck, and her shoulder blades. After a few moments, I could feel her start to loosen up on me. “Feel better?” “Much…” she replied, dreamily to me. “Good. Than there is still one more thing that I need to do so that you’ll feel totally relaxed.” “What?” “There’s just one more muscle area that I need to work on.” “What might tha…” The words were cut off as I slid my hands underneath the elastic of her underwear; I took her hand, and gently lifted her from the bed. Slowly I pushed down her underpants, making it possible for her to step out of them. Her brown curls greeted my face, and I gently, gently let my tongue trace around her outer folds. She was already sopping wet, and as I began to lick her fluids, I could taste the slight vanilla tang of her cum. Needless to say, it was delicious, and Sara was shocked as I started to eat her out. “Jenn, J..Jenn…” Deliriously she called out my name (or at least as much as she could manage), as I let my tongue lick up her folds again and again. It wasn’t until I took her clit into my mouth and began to lightly suck, did she have her first orgasm. Sara tasted so good as she came into my mouth, I couldn’t hold all of it and some of her girl cum dripped out, trailing down my chin. Sara pressed my head away, signaling that she was finished. I looked at the clock 3:45. Pretty soon my parents would be up. It was time for us to get some sleep as well. I settled down into my bed and pulled Sara closer to me, hugging her as I fell asleep with my lover. Best Friends The question arose one morning (as it did nearly every day when you are young, and it is summertime) what to do with herself today? NormaJean was seated at the counter eating her usual breakfast, which consisted of a bagel and a cup of decaf. She looked out the window, and saw that the day was overcast. Probably not a good day to go for a walk. While she pondered her options, the phone rang shrilly in the next room. NormaJean heaved herself up off the barstool, and slowly padded to the living room. When she answered, with a dull "Hullo?", she was greeted by silence. "Hullo?" she repeated. When, again, no response was forthcoming, she pulled the receiver away from her ear and glanced at it, as if to confirm it existed. "NormaJean?" came the voice on the other end, finally. "NormaJean, is that you?" NormaJeans heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Sydney on the other end. She pressed the phone close to her flushed cheek and whispered "Syd, it's me." "Are your parents home right now?" Sydney demanded. "Nooooo," NormaJean cooed. "Mom went over to Aunt Beckys, and Dad is out golfing." "Then I'm coming over right now!" declared Sydney. Her voice conveyed a sense of urgency. "Okay, the door will be open," giggled NormaJean. NormaJean hurried up to her room. She slipped out of her shorts and t-shirt, and pulled a lacy teddy from her top dresser drawer. She struggled to put it on, then took a look at her reflection in the mirror. Lipstick, she thought. And I need to brush my hair. She rushed into the bathroom where she put on her sexiest, come-hither red lipstick, and brushed through her blond tangles. She looked into the mirror once again. She puckered her lips, batted her lashes, and struck a sultry pose. She was very satisfied by what she saw. In fact, she turned herself on so much that she could feel her nipples hardening under the scratchy lace teddy. She admired her large breasts, and flicked a nipple lightly with a well manicured fingernail. It sent a current of electricity straight to her vagina. She squeezed, and rolled the erect nipple back and forth between her finger and her thumb. In response, she felt a bit of moisture lubricate the inside of her lips. She winked at herself, then raced into her bedroom to get everything ready. NormaJean closed the shade of her small window, which made her room quite dark. She lit all her candles, and closed her bedroom door. That done, she climbed into bed to wait. Just a few moments later, Sydney opened the door. She was clad in a long jacket, and high heeled boots. Her long red hair gleamed in the romantic lighting. With a naughty grin on her face, Sydney closed the door and locked it. "NormaJean..." Sydney said in a way that made NormaJean feel as though her name was incredibly sexy. "Look what I brought." She reached into her purse, and her hand emerged with the biggest dildo NormaJean had ever seen. NormaJeans eyes opened wide, and her hands flew up to her mouth. "Sydney, it's so huge!" she whispered. "What if it hurts?" Sydney made no reply, she just grinned wickedly. Hungrily, she licked her lips. Tossing her wild red mane, she proceeded to unbutton her jacket. Turning her back on NormaJean, she let it drop to the floor. NormaJean gasped. Sydney had worn nothing beneath the coat. The cheeks of her ass glowed rosily in the candlelight. The high heeled boots she had on made her long legs look even longer. NormaJean let out a low moan. She couldn't stand it. "Sydney, please turn around," she begged. Sydney, hands on her hips, obliged. She had small breasts, but they were well shaped. Topping each one was a thimble sized pink nipple. NormaJeans eyes wandered down. Sydney had toned, flat abs. Her hips flared out a bit, and a luscious mound of red hair sat atop the two most perfect legs NormaJean had come across. NormaJean felt her arousal growing. Looking at Sydney in all her splendor, she felt she had never been so lucky in her life. "Please..." she pleaded. At once, Sydney came to her. NormaJean tried to embrace her, but Sydney pushed her hands away. "I want to try something different today," drawled Sydney. "Do you trust me?" "Absolutely," NormaJean replied. "Awesome!" whispered Sydney. She grabbed her purse and took out two long silk scarves. "Hold your hands out!" Sydney snapped. NormaJean did as asked. Sydney fastened each hand securely to a bedpost. She then drew out another scarf, which she used to blindfold NormaJean. Sydney knelt and untied the lacy teddy, which caused NormaJeans large breasts to spring free. Sydney took one nipple between her fingers and began to roll it back and forth. She covered the other with her mouth, and started to alternately suck and nip. NormaJean was in intense pleasure. She moaned and sighed and wiggled. Sydney kept alternating breasts, so that they each got the attention they deserved. As NormaJeans pleasure built, Sydney lightly ran her free hand down NormaJeans torso, stopping finally just above her pleasure center. Sydney slipped a finger inside, and found it to be nice and wet. She gathered up some of the moisture on her fingertip, then withdrew her finger. She positioned the dewy finger right on NormaJeans clit, and pressing lightly, began a slow massage. Just when NormaJean was sure she would explode, Sydney stopped. NormaJean still had the blindfold on, so she couldn't see what Sydney was up to. Suddenly, NormaJean felt the large head of the dildo pressing up against her lips. The pressure built, until finally the head broke through. NormaJean had never had anything so huge inside her before, but Sydney was gentle. With each thrust, it went a little deeper, until finally it had penetrated her all the way. NormaJeans lips were stretched to capacity, and Sydney was slowly rocking it back in and out. NormaJeans pleasure intensified a thousandfold, when Sydney began lapping at her exposed clit. NormaJean was nearing orgasm when Sydney started fucking her as hard and fast as she could with the dildo. Her tongue did doubletime to keep up. With her free hand, she squeezed NormaJeans nipples hard. NormaJeans hips bucked again and again and again. When her orgasm was finally over, her whole body was quivering and her vagina was still having spasms. NormaJean blinked, and opened her eyes wide as Sydney removed the blindfold. Sydney drew the dildo out slowly. She made an elaborate show of licking every last drop of NormaJeans juice off. When she was sure she had gotten it all, she decided to go for round two. Asking again, "NormaJean, do you trust me?" she received a nod so emphatic she had to giggle. She reached over and grabbed the scarf which she had used as a blindfold. This she used to gag NormaJean. Grinning from ear to ear, Sydney dipped two fingers inside NormaJeans still pulsating vagina. She withdrew them, and smeared their sticky coating all over the dildo. This done, she rammed it up NormaJeans ass. NormaJean grunted in pain at first, but soon began meeting Sydneys thrusts. When Sydney was convinced that NormaJean was ready, she began to finger her. Pretty soon, all four of her fingers were inside her lovers tunnel, her thumb encircling NormaJeans clit. She took her fingers out, and made a fist. She shoved her fist up NormaJeans vulva, in and out, in time with the dildo fucking her up the ass. NormaJean was bouncing around like a rodeo champ. It wasn't easy, but Sydneys mouth made contact with NormaJeans clit. She nibbled and sucked and licked. NormaJean screamed, then gave a final, violent thrust upwards. She collapsed on the pillow, spent. When she opened her eyes again, she could see her room was dark. Syd had blown out all the candles, and taken all the scarves off of her. NormaJean wondered for a second if it had all been a dream. She reached over, and turned on her bedside lamp. All the proof she needed lay right next to her. There was beautiful Syd, propped up on the other pillow. She was gazing over at NormaJean with a tenderness and longing in her eyes. Best Friends The warm summer breeze ruffled her hair and the faint sounds of music came from the ballroom as she stood on the balcony overlooking the magnificent grounds of the manor house. No matter how far she came in life, no matter how much recognition or rewards she seemed to gain, at these types of formal functions she still found herself... "Bored?" The voice startled her and she whirled to see who was finishing her thoughts. He stood quite near, all 6'1" of him - - his brown eyes wrinkling into his smile. He was holding out a glass of champagne. "I saw you sneak out here. It's a beautiful night, and an even more beautiful view, don't you think?" She nodded in agreement, more than a little annoyed at his sudden intrusion, and then turned away from him again to resume her quiet reverie. He had seen her alright. He'd been watching her all night. The way she moved through throngs of people. The way she carried herself: her dress, her hair - perfect. The fact that she wasn't waiflike attracted him even further - he liked the idea of having something to hold on to. His eyes drank in her every move, and he had to concentrate at times to keep his body from overreacting and betraying his thoughts to everyone in the room. He knew he wanted her but he just wasn't sure how much until he saw her there, leaning against the granite of the balcony in the soft bluish moonlight. Her beautiful shoulders were framed perfectly by the dress she'd chosen. It was all he could do not to walk up to her right then and there and begin to nibble on them. Her graceful neck and perfect earlobes beckoned him as well. In the subtile nighttime glow, he could see the softness of her flawless skin and smell her perfume wafting in the air around him - - - and it nearly made him weak with wanton desire. "I'm sorry, did you say something?" she had turned to look at him - her blue eyes burning into his very flesh, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. He realized, then, he had been sort of groaning under his breath while watching her lean against the balcony rail - watching the Ruebenesque roundness of her buttocks press against the softness of her dress and her heavy breasts strain for release from their bondage. He quickly stuttered a "n-n-no" as he held the glass of champagne out to her once again, and this time she took it from him, her hand grazing his lightly and causing him to stir in his tuxedo pants. "Thank you," she said, and turned back to the view. He cleared his throat, and, almost like a teenager asking his father for the first time to borrow the family car, he stammered, "I've been watching you all night, and there is one thing I've been dying to ask you..." "Okay... " she responded, turning seductively toward him, carefully placing the delicate glass champagne flute on the granite planter next to her. He stepped forward boldly, taking her into his arms "... would you care to dance with me?" Her arms automatically went to his broad shoulders, and she threw her head back - - her laughter lilting across the terrace. "You know I will, silly... " and she melted against him, sliding her hand into his as they began to glide across the marbled floor like Fred and Ginger. "I know you hate these things," he said, nuzzling that delicious neck he'd been lusting after all evening, breathing deeply of her scent, "and I appreciate you coming with me tonight. But if we don't get out of here soon, I'm going to take you to that cabana over there..." She tilted her head slightly and whispered the words he so wanted to hear: "So, what's stopping you?" They had been best friends forever. They flirted with each other all the time, were each other's confidantes, touchstones, and backup dates for functions just such as this, but they had never, ever made love. Sure, they had hinted and played at it with each other, things like holding hands and kissing each other lightly, but had never come to the brink - - mostly because they were both so afraid that sex would ruin their perfect friendship. Until that very instant, he had no idea how very much she wanted him, and she really had no idea how much he really, truly, deeply loved her. He placed his hands on her hips and pushed her away, looking deeply into her eyes: "Are you kidding?" She reached between them, placing her hand on the front of his trousers. "What do YOU think?" She gripped him and then she just smiled. "I think I'm taking you home..." he said and took her hand, leading her briskly to the car. Her heart sank. This was NOT the reaction she was hoping for! A million things swirled through her head, not the least of which being that he probably thinks her to be a whore. She was so embarassed by her aggression that all the way home she kept her hands in her lap and watched out the window of the car at the scenery skirting by. He tried to engage her in conversation, but she wasn't interested... she merely moped and answered him in short, cryptic sentences. He knew something was wrong, but wasn't really sure what he had done to provoke such a sudden "cold front" between them. They arrived at her home, and he walked her to the door. "I'm sorry about earlier," she said, "about grabbing your... you... um..." her eyes downcast so not to show her growing fears. He smiled, "Oh, babe... I'm not sorry! So, THIS is why you were so quiet! No... no... no! Look at me." She did, and her blush told him exactly what he needed to know. Taking her face gently into his hands, he kissed her. Not like the usual kissing-his-sister peck that he usually gave to her, but a long, slow, deep kiss borne of his escalating desire. His tongue found solace in her mouth and in doing so, his hands slid from her jaw to her shoulders and then down to her breasts. He took them into his hands and through her dress slowly ran his thumbs across the nipples until they stood out. Completely confused, she broke the kiss and stepped back, "I don't understand. I offered myself to you at the manor house, and you chose instead to bring me home..." He pulled her to him one more time, kissing her deeply and taking her hand in his. He slid it to the front of his trousers, and in a breathless whisper said, "yes, and I believe this is where we last were..." He looked at her face. Her brow was knitted in a confused mixture of want and fear, yet she didn't move her hand. Instead, her fingers curled gently around him, her thumb brushing casually at his rapidly-hardening cock, causing him to gasp. "Explain to me, please, what is going on?" He gazed at her intently, and then softly said, "Look, I didn't want to make love to you for the first time in a cabana at a party. I didn't want to be rushed or fear discovery. I want to take my time... to show you..." His voice trailed off as she turned to unlock the door. "Show me what?" she asked as they breached the threshold of her house. His hand reached for her once again, turning her so she could see and hear him clearly, "Show you how much I love you." He lifted her into his arms. No, she was not a small girl, but he had been working out in anticipation of just such a moment. He carried her into her bedroom (he had been to her house a million times in the years they'd known each other, so he knew where he was going), and they tumbled onto her bed... laughing... more like the old friends they'd always been than new lovers they were about to become. She turned on a small bedside lamp, which threw just enough light around the room that she felt comfortable. He rose from the bed and quickly pulled off his tux coat, his tie, shoes, and socks; she leaned back on the bed on her elbows, watching him strip. She drew a sharp breath when he removed his shirt: she had fantasies of how his body must look under his clothing - - she had danced with him a million times and felt how his body felt against her, but now she was truly seeing it for the first time. He wasn't weight-lifter perfect, which suited her just fine. She loved the way his chest and stomach came together with a line of feathery hair. His shoulders and arms were just right for holding her when she needed him. She licked her lips in anticipation of what the trousers held! His hands moved to undo the belt, but she stopped him with a soft, "no." He looked at her, wondering if she was rethinking this whole thing, then she finished with, "please... c'mere and let me..." Stepping forward, he shivered as her soft hands touched his bare skin for the first time. She placed her warm hands against his stomach, feeling his breathing quicken and hearing him groan in anticipation. She opened his pants, pressing them over his hips, and catching his underwear with her hands on the way down. He was now fully exposed to her and she leaned forward, kissing him on each hipbone with a soft, sucking kiss. She took his cock into her hands and looked up at him, "Is this what you want me to do?" she asked while stroking him gently. "No..." he croaked. "Is this..." she said, taking a long, hot lick of the shaft, "what you want me to do?" He swallowed hard, "U-u-u-hhhhh... it's good... but no..." He took her head into his hands and said, "Please suck me..." and he thrust his cock forward into her hot mouth. She had already wet her lips, so he slid easily back and forth over them as she laved him with her tongue. She concentrated on just the right amount of pressure and before long, he was pushing her away... begging her to stop. "Honey, I'll cum too soon and I want to make love to you..." He knelt down in the floor in front of her. Kissing her collarbone, he reached around for the zipper of her dress, and once it was undone, he slid her dress carefully from her and hung it neatly over a chair. He uncoupled her bra, revelling in the weight of her large breasts in his hands. He nibbled and suckled at her nipples, causing her to moan and squirm... yet he had so much farther to go! He slowly rolled her stockings off each of her legs, kissing her toes as he finished. He pushed her onto her back and, taking her hips into his hands, carefully peeled her panties from her. The wetness in the crotch was evident and she blushed hotly when he held them to his nose and commented on it. "You smell heavenly... let's see how you taste..." he said, kneeling before her again. She felt him put pressure on the inside of each knee, asking without words for her to open herself up to him. His hands skimmed up the insides of her thighs and she felt them come to rest on either side of her slit, his thumbs gently opening her even more to his gaze. She closed her eyes in anticipation, but she was totally unprepared for the sensation of his mouth on her at last. "Oh, GOOODDDDDDDDDD..." she moaned and arched against him as his tongue found it's mark. He smiled, bemused at her reaction. "MMMmmmm, you taste good..." and with that remark,he lowered his head once again to drink from her. She reached down with her hands, running them through his hair, encouraging his every move, pulling his mouth closer and closer to her, his tongue deeper. She came and came, and he seemed to never tire. His senses were overloaded: her tangy sweetness on his lips and tongue, her soft moans echoing in his hears, her body heat radiating against his face, and inside he felt as if he would burst if he didn't fill her soon. He lifted his head as he slid his fingers into her, brushing her clit incessantly with his thumb until she was cumming again, wanting to watch her skin flush as he felt her pulse around them. He kissed his way softly from her thighs, to her hips, over the gentle curves of her belly to her breasts. He lay against her chest, listening to her heart beat wildly, and suckled at her magnificent breasts. She reached and stroked his hair as he did so, basking in the glow of her orgasms. Coming down from the heights of pleasure, she suddenly realized he could see her naked body in the lamplight and began to feel extremely self-conscious. She extricated herself from under his ministrations, finding solace in the bedcovers. "What's wrong?" he asked, afraid he'd done something terribly wrong. She sat there, the covers pulled around her, gripping her arms around her knees, and began to cry. "I'm afraid..." she choked out, her voice quivering. He looked incredulous, "Afraid of ME?!?" "No... afraid of THIS. Afraid of tomorrow. Afraid of you seeing me... naked... and everything that's wrong with me! Will we still be best friends, or will you look at me differently?" "Come here," he said, sliding under the covers and holding his arms out to her. "I have wanted to make love with you longer than you know. I will go to my grave loving you, whether we continue or whether we don't, and we only will continue if you are ready..." She slid into his side, wrapping her arms around his middle, holding on for dear life. He felt her trembling against him, and he tipped her face up so that he could look into her eyes. "Do you want to make love with me?" In response, she grasped him firmly enough around the waist that when she rolled onto her back, she carried him with her and he wound up over her, staring down into her beautiful blue eyes. His hands touched her soft blonde hair, brushing it from her forehead, then his thumb gently wiped the remaining teardrop from her cheek. They remained that way for a moment, just gazing at each other... then came the kiss. It was a kiss her mother had always told her about: soft, deep, insistent... carrying all the love this man had held in his soul for this woman for all this time. She welcomed him between her thighs and they both moaned into each others' mouths when his body became part of hers. "Ahhhhhh..." she sighed, feeling every nuance of him sliding deeply into her, his mouth found her pulse on her neck, and he kissed her over and over there. He held still inside her for a moment, rising to watch her face contort and feeling her body grip him in ways he'd only dreamed of. Slowly, rhythmically, he took control of her... sharply biting at her nipples, suckling her earlobe, kissing her hotly... bombarding not only her body but her soul with pleasure. "Ohhhhh... I'm going to CCCUUUMMMMMMmmmmm..." he felt her squeeze and gush around him, he gripped her ass and pulled her closer to him so that he could feel every ripple. She felt so good to him when she would roll her hips against him just so... in fact, so good that he felt himself getting close to the brink himself. He whispered hoarsely, "Babe, I want to cum inside you. I want you to feel me..." She looked into his eyes and saw what she had been looking for her whole life. "Take me with you..." she whispered, and he ground himself deeply into her, knowing he was pushing her over the edge, too... She felt his first pulse before he made any sounds. "Uuhhhhggggggg..." his drawn-out groan filled her ears as his offerings filled her body. "Cum for me... I can feel you..." she pushed herself more tightly against him, his pulsing cock opening up a flood inside her body. Every throb and thrust brought his voice into her head, "God, you feel so good..." "Can you feel me cumming?" "HHHGGGGGGNNNGGG... " With his last moaning push, she came against him... with him... a more peaceful, easy cum that finally satisified her yearning. He held his softening cock inside her, feeling her heat and their mutual juices mingling around him. He raised himself up on his arms so that he could look at her below him, her face flushed from the pleasure, and love, she'd just received. "God, you're beautiful!" he whispered... and the tears began to roll from her eyes once again, this time from sheer joy. He had never said such things to her, although they had been close for years, but the tone in his voice and the glow in his eyes told her that he had actually thought it for a long time. "Please don't cry, my love..." he kissed her softly on her forehead, then rolled over and took her once again into the hollow of his arm, holding her close. "Regrets?" she asked... fearing his answer. "Yes," he said and felt her tense against him... he stroked her back and hip gently with his hand as he spoke. "I regret I waited so long to tell you how I felt and to make love with you!" She snuggled back up to him, listening to his rhythmic breathing and his heart beat against her cheek. "Me, too" she thought as she drifted off to sleep in his arms. "Me, too!" Best Friends I was waking up. Well, trying to anyway. I didn't know what the hell I was still doing here. I should have left hours ago. Everyone insisted that I say, due to the long drive back home. I had fallen asleep while Steven, Derek and I were watching some dumb movie. I was still on the couch, with a light blanket over me. I wasn't sure at first what woke me up, but coming to my senses I could hear the shower running. I guess the closing of the door woke me. I lay on the couch but began to fidget a little. I had to relieve myself. I guess the drinks at dinner had finally caught up with me. I figured I could wait a little longer, and I wasn't going to pee outside, it was freezing out there. I sat up on the couch and stretched, realizing that I really really had to go. I figured what the hell, I'd knock on the bathroom door. I mean all I had to do was pee. I doubted anyone would mind as long as I didn't flush without a warning. I stood up, walked to the bathroom door and knocked. I heard something fall into the tub and figured I startled someone. I opened the door a crack, "Hey, I have to pee. I swear I'll be quick." I poked my head in the room. The shower drape was open a tad. Steven open it more, stuck his head out and said, "Sure man, go ahead," He pulled his head back and closed the curtain. I hurried over to the toilet and did my thing. Boy did that ever feel great. "Umm dude, I have too flush and wash my hands," I said as I drew a smiley face on the fogged mirror. "Sure. Go on," Steven said. I quickly flushed and washed my hands. Once done I said thanks, walked out, and closed the door. I walked through the house, to Derek's room. I wondered if he was awake or not. I figured now that I was awake and wasn't feeling tipsy, I'd drive home and pass out in my own bed. Derek wasn't in his room. I was starting to wonder where he was. As I was standing at his doorway, I thought I heard him down the hall, just muffled a bit. I turned around and listened. I heard Steven again and figured it was just him. Steven has a bad habit of talking to himself. He's usually trying to think of lyrics to a song, or mumbling about things he has to do later on in the day or whatnot. I heard Derek, I was sure it was him but this time it sounded like whatever he was trying to say, was cut off. I wondered if he was on the phone in the kitchen or something. I walked down the hall, and into the kitchen. Nope. Nothing. I checked the house again. He wasn't anywhere to be seen. I was really starting to wonder where the hell he'd gone. I walked back to the bathroom door and knocked again. There wasn't an answer, so I opened the door slightly. "Hey Steven, do you know where Derek is? He's not in his room and I can't find him." Steven laughed. "Yeah man, he's in the house." "Oh, okay," I said and re-closed the door. I was two steps back down the hall when I heard a wet "SMACK" come from the shower. Steven yelled, "Hey Joel, c'mere man." I turned back and opened the door. I walked in. I looked up, and I could see Steven standing in the tub, however, this time I could see ALL of him. I quickly looked down at the floor. "Umm yeah?" I said and tried to think of what the hell he wanted. I heard him rustle the curtain. I figured he closed it, so I looked up. My jaw dropped. Not only was Steven standing in the tub with an enormous hard-on, but I saw Derek standing right next to him. Derek was rubbing his own cock right in front of me. For a moment I thought they were playing some kind of trick on me to fuck with me head. I thought maybe I was still be sleeping. Then I realized the door to the bathroom opened and closed once before I got up from the couch. I was the only one that opened it afterward. They both let me stand in the doorway with my mouth open for a few seconds, before Steven finally asked me, "What did you want Derek for?" My answer stumbled around in my mouth before it came out. "Oh, umm I was Gonna tell him, err and you, that, uh, I was gonna go home." "No, No Joel, don't leave yet," Derek said as he stared as Steven's cock, while still rubbing himself. Steven watched me, and smiled. I must have looked like such a moron. I knew that sly smile. Derek said, " Come on in Joel," and finally looked at me. "There's enough room for all of us in here." Steven took a swipe at Derek's cock and said, " Can't you see he's still in shock? He didn't exactly expect to see us like this you know. Did you Joel?" "Umm, no not really, not like that," I said. I was still standing at the door, trying to plan a decent and controlled looking exit. I think Steven read my mind. He stepped out of the tub and placed both of his feet on the rug. He was moving slowly, almost like he was giving me time to escape from the room while I still had the chance. He stood before me, and took my hand before I could head out the door. He placed has wet hand over my mouth and pulled me farther into the room and closed the door. I just couldn't fight him at all. I just stared. I looked back and forth at them both, trying to take in the whole scene. I didn't notice at first, but Steven had gently put his wet hand on my cock. WAIT! Oh MY GOD! I was getting hard. I could feel my own cock stir in my pants. I stood still and closed my eyes. Maybe I was still on the couch, just dreaming all of this. I think my body had started to sway while I had my yes closed, because I felt Steven grab hold of my shoulders. I opened my eyes again and saw him staring into my eyes. He took hold of my chin, once I was steady on my feet, and turned my head so I was facing Derek in the shower. Steven quickly but gracefully dropped to his knees in front of me. I saw Derek start to rub his cock again, and he licked his lips. I watched the water run across his chest and down his legs. I felt this warm, wet sensation around my own growing hard-on. OH MY GOD! Steven was sucking my damn cock! I couldn't believe it... but I also couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Steven was rolling my skin back with his lips and tongue and suckling on my slit. His mouth felt so good. Even felt better than the women that had done this very same thing. He kept suckling and lapping at my cock as he slowly removed my pants and boxers. My legs began to wobble. I heard Steven moan softly as he tasted my pre-cum. I still watched Derek. He was close to climaxing, stroking his cock more furiously. He moaned louder and louder. Steven began to move his head at the same pace as Derek's moans and also began to fondle my balls gently with his hand. I gasped, and I heard Derek moan, and his muscles stiffened. He came with such violence, he had to put his left hand out to steady himself against the wall, in front of him. Derek's orgasm triggered something inside of me. Steven could feel how close I was to cumming, and he began to stroke my cock while still suckling on me. I stiffened and inhaled deeply. I exploded in his mouth, and I pulled his head closer against me. I fucked his throat, his moans mingling with my own. My orgasm lasted longer than it had ever before. Steven greedily continued to nibble and suck on my cock until I couldn't take it anymore. He finally released me, and stood up. "Good God," was all I could say. "I'm not done with you yet Joel," Steven said. He took hold of my shirt and pulled it over my head. I was fairly numb, still floating around in a state of bliss. I felt almost as if he owned a part of me now. Steven tugged on my legs so I would step out of my pants and boxers. They were still wrapped around my ankles. He took my hand and led me to the bathtub. "In." he ordered. I carefully stepped into the tub as Derek was getting out. He kind of giggles softly, and grabbed a towel. He watched me as he began to dry off. The curtain was only partly closed, just enough to keep the water from getting all over the place. Steven stepped in behind me. He removed the shower head and began to rinse me off with the warm water. He placed my hands on the wall in front of me and said, "Don't move them." He got my whole body wet, returned the nozzle and began to wash me. He slowly washed every inch of me. Of course he saved my ass for last. I felt his slick soapy hands travel down my back and between my cheeks, to my anus. He rubbed me, adding more and more pressure slowly, waiting for me to relax. He gently rubbed my back, in reassurance. I could feel him, and the soap bubbles running down my legs. My ass was slick and his finger slowly entered my hole. I moaned softly, and pushed back against his finger. "Oooh," Steven moaned, "like that?" He whispered into my right ear. "Ooh yess," I exhaled, while silently wishing for more. "Mmmm," Steven slowly pushed his finger all the way into me. I shivered and instantly began to get hard again. I desperately wanted him to abuse my hole. Steven picked up the soap again and added more bubbles to my back and ass. Then put it down and started to massage my anus again, but now with two fingers. I could feel them both seeking entrance. I relaxed and he slowly began to stretch me. I moaned, enjoying his touch. I felt both of his fingers glide into me. Oh it felt Sooo good. He began to slide both fingers into me, moving faster and twisting his wrist. I loved it, and my cock was now fully erect. Steven paused for a moment and I wondered why. I looked at Derek, who had been watching the whole time, sitting quietly on the bathroom counter. I saw Derek smile and nod at Steven. I turned slightly and looked back at Steven. He had soap all over the front of him. Then I noticed how huge his cock really was. I didn't see it as clearly before when I had walked in, but GOD DAMN he was huge. My heart began to flutter and I started to panic. "Turn around," Steven ordered, and I faced forward again. He pushed my legs apart wider and began to fondle my balls again. My cock was just aching with want. He pressed his body against me as he continued to finger my ass. I pushed back against him again, and he fingered me faster and deeper. I moaned and tried to control my body from shaking too hard. Steven quickly removed his fingers and guided his cock to my now slightly relaxed hole. He slid the tip of his cock into me. I moaned loudly and pressed back against him, not thinking of the consequences. In that moment I froze and held my breath. I exhaled and pulled forward, but Steven didn't give me the chance to become free. He pushed more and more of his cock into me. I gasped and clawed at the tiles on the wall, trying to allow my body to relax. He moved in and out of me, faster and harder. My body was slowly beginning to adjust to his massive size. After a few moments I began to push back against his thrusting. Steven took full advantage of my movements, and pressed his whole length into my tight hole. I wasn't expecting it, but it gave me such a rush of ecstasy I didn't know I could have. I grunted loudly and kept moaning, lost in a heaven I didn't know existed. I was so excited. I was rock hard, and I now saw pre-cum glistening on my cock. Steven was moaning with each thrush he made and signaled Derek to come suck on me. I really didn't think I could take much more of this. Derek jumped off the counter and leaned over the side of the tub. It was an awkward position for him to be in, but at the time that was all he was able to get. Derek took my cock into his mouth and suckled on my slit. He moaned, and began to suck faster and harder. Our moans made Steven thrust harder into me. "Ooh yeah," Steven whispered and thrust into me deeper. Derek played with my balls and my head started spinning. "Ohh God," I exhaled, as I came again. Derek sucked harder, milking each drop, and then letting me go. Steven quickly climaxed after me, and pumped all of his seed into my ass. Derek left the room right after and Steven began to wash me again, but in silence. I think they both were letting me take time to relax, and take in all that had happened. Once done in the shower we both dried off and found Derek asleep in his bed. I still wasn't sure what to say. "Umm, I think we should all stick around for breakfast in the morning," I said to Steven. "Yeah, good idea. You gonna go pass out on the couch again?" Steven asked. "Yep, need sleep," I said. "Okay, have sweet dreams," Steven said and gave me a quick hug. I lay back on the couch, too tired to think of everything that just happened, and passed out. When I woke up again a few hours later, the first thing that I heard was the shower. © ~Shadow~ Best Friends I had finished dressing and was seated in the den waiting for Amy, my wife. We were going out for dinner and a few drinks with my oldest and best friend, Ron. I had just returned from two weeks of business and we were going out tonight to unwind. My name is Don and if the conversation I just had with my wife was any indication then tonight was about to be the biggest turning point in our lives. Ron and I grew up across the street from each other. We were born on the same day in the same hospital. Our family’s were good friends and we were together nearly everyday. We played all the youth league sports together. In football he was the quarterback and I was the receiver. In baseball I was the pitcher and he was the catcher. We won the state champion in football our senior year. Ron threw 5 touchdown passes and I caught 4 of them. After graduation we both sighed scholarships with the state college where we both made second team all American our senior year. The NFL drafted us both and for the first time in our lives we were separated. For whatever the reason neither one of us made the squad, so we ended up back home job hunting. I landed a job with a computer company and he with and engineering company. Sports weren’t the only thing we did together. We often double dated. Sometimes we dated the same girl. Without bragging I would say that we both were fairly good looking young men and the girls came looking for us. We both lost our virginity the same night with twins. Later that night we swapped girls. This was a pattern that continued most of our college years. If either one of us was serious about a certain girl the other would back off and not mess with her. I met Amy soon after I went to work. She was a secretary for one of the companies we did business with. She wasn't what you would call beautiful, more likely cute. Her hair was a light brown and came down to her shoulders. She was 5’5” tall and weight about 120. Her breasts were high and firm and stood prowely on her chest. As large and as beautiful as they were she didn’t need a bra to hold them up. Her ass and legs were what attracted most men to her. She usually wore high heels that really showed them off. It was love at first sight for both of us. I told Ron, to his dismay, that this one belong to me. Three months later we were married. We purchased a home out in the country. Ron was constant visitor, sometimes with a date and some times alone. He spent so many night with us he called the spare bedroom his room. Even after we married we still went out together. Sometime he would have a date and sometimes be alone. When he didn’t have a date we would both dance with Amy. Amy liked Ron from the start, and never objected when he came with us. I trusted both of them and it never entered my mind that they would cheat on me. I knew that when we had a little too much to drink he would feel her up on the dance floor and they would swap a kiss. This never bothered me because I knew who was going to be between her long legs when the night was over. I was promoted several times until I reached where I am now. This gave us plenty of money to travel and do the things we liked. The only draw back was I had to travel. I would be gone at least one week and sometimes two each month. This left Amy alone and there were no close neighbors. I asked Ron to help keep and eye on her when I was out of town. He readily agreed. He was always joking about getting her in the sack. “Can I also take care of your husbandly duties?” I said, “you can look but don’t touch.” This part of the job had been going on for about six months, and I had been gone over ten weeks during that time. I had just arrived home when Ron called. He had met a new girl that he wanted us to meet, and go out for dinner with them. When I told Amy she said, “we need to talk.” “Sure, when?” It suited me to wait to have that talk. I was ready to get her in bed after being gone so long. Amy loved sex and everything about it. She wasn’t a virgin when we married but didn’t have much experience. She found out, right off, that having her pussy eaten was one of her favorite things. Most nights our sex started with me between her legs eating on her sweet pussy. After a climax or two it usually ended the same way. I had gotten use to the taste of my cum in her cunt and it turned me on to eat her after we fucked. She loved to give me head, and she swallowed everything. She was a hot woman and it was the wee hours of the morning before we finally went to sleep. I woke up early the next morning. I left her sleeping while I cut grass and cleaned up the pool. I had finished and was putting up the tools when she came out with a platter of sandwiches and drinks. We sat by the pool and eat lunch. She had on an old bikini that I really liked. She didn’t look like she had been up half the night fucking. I said, “are you ready to have that talk?” She didn’t say anything for a little while. “I don’t really know just how to start. Just don’t say anything until I’m finished.” I agreed, wondering just what could be so serious. “It’s about Ron. Have you noticed that doesn’t have many dates any more?” “Haven’t thought much about it. He has a date tonight that he want’s us to meet.” “I bet you that he shows up alone with some excuse for her not being with him. I think he is in love and doesn’t want us to know.” “Who could it be? He is with us more than anyone else.” Amy looked me in the eye and said, “me.” “Of course he loves you. You are like family to him.” “Don, he doesn’t look at me like a sister. You know that I often go out with him to eat and maybe a movie when you are gone. I tell you each time we go and what we do. Lately he would take me out every night if I would go. He never says anything out of the way or does anything you haven’t seen him do hundreds of times before. It’s just that he wants to be with me all the time. I really like him and like being with him, but I think he has fallen for me.” I set there and thought about what she had said. “Do you want me to have a talk with him and tell him not to come around as much?” “No! I don’t want that. He has been your friend for life and mine for the last five years. I don’t want to do anything to hurt him.” “Well, what do you think we need to do?” She moved over and sit in my lap; putting her arms around my neck. “I have heard the stories about the two of you sharing girls before. I think it may be time to share another.” I was stunned. “You mean you want us to go out and find a girl that we can screw together?” “No. You already have the girl, me.” I have to admit that a threesome with Ron had cross my mind more than once over the last five years, but I had never said anything to either of them. It was just a fantasy but my cock started to harden and she could feel it. “I can tell that you are not completely opposed to the idea,” she laughed. “Could you do something like that?” I asked. “Yes I could. There have been times when you are gone that all he had to do was ask. Th real question is, could you share me with your friend?” “You know that there is not a jealous bone in my body about Ron or you. If you think you can take on both of us lest see where this might lead.” My cock was rock hard by this time, as were her nipples. We got up and went into the house. For the next hour we had the hottest sex since we first married. I think both of us were thinking about Ron and what this was going to add to our marriage. I know that the best sex I had ever had was when Ron and I took a girl together. Now I am setting in the den, waiting for Amy to finish dressing. The news is on TV but I don’t remember anything they said. My mind just keeps going back to Ron and what he would do when I told him Amy was available to him. I wasn’t jealous at all. If they had wanted to sleep together without me knowing they had already had plenty of opportunities. What really surprised me was Amy being so willing to do this. I heard a sound and looked up as she came into the room. Man! She was beautiful! She had on a dress that I had never seen. A straight black dress that fit every curve of her body. The top crossed over her breasts and fastened behind her neck. Her back was naked to below her waist, leaving no doubt at all that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Where the top crossed left a gap showing the inside edge of her breasts. It only came about half way down her thighs. Her legs were tan from the sun so she didn’t have on any stockings. The 3” open toe sandals really showed off her beautiful legs. She turned around for me to see. “How do you like?” “I like it a lot and so will every male that sees you tonight.” She walked right up to me, “I’m nervous.” I ran my hands over her body. I could feel the hard nipples through the thin material of the dress. I ran my hands over her hips and didn’t feel any panty lines. “Are you wearing panties?” “No, only the dress and shoes. I’ll have to watch the way I get in and out of the car as well as the way I sit.” “I hope you are right about Ron not having a date tonight. If he does that will be one jealous woman.” “Jim, do you have any second thoughts? If you do now is the time to tell me. Once I let this get started I’m not going to stop him.” “No second thoughts. I’m as ready as you to see where this will go. He is going to love you.” Ron was right on time. As usual he knocked once and open the door and came on in. Amy gave me one of those I told you so looks when we saw he was alone. As he walked into the den he stopped in his tracks when he saw Amy standing there in her new black dress. His mouth dropped open and I had to laugh at the expression on his face. There wasn’t any doubt at all that he liked what he was seeing. “Man! When did you get that dress? You look gorgeous in it. Jim, are you sure you are going to let her out in public looking like that? You’ll have to fight off every man who sees her.” “That is why you are along, to help me keep her pure and safe.” “Safe maybe, but in that dress it’s going to be hard to think of pure.” Amy was taking this all in. She blushed a little, but it was plain to see that she liked all the attention. I said, “we had better get going or we will be late for dinner. Where is your date?” “She had to postpone at the last minute, hope I want be a fifth wheel tagging along with you.” Amy said, “You or never a fifth wheel and you are more than welcome to go with us anytime.” As usual when the three of us went out we took Ron’s car. We all sat in the front with Amy between us. She had to be careful as she slid in to keep her dress down. Since she slid in from my side I got a great view of her legs and a quick glimpse of her bare cunt. It made my cock hard just to think what may happen later tonight. The trip to the club only took about 15 minutes. That was good since Ron had a hard time keeping his eyes off her bare legs. Amy made a couple of vain attempts to pull the hem down before giving up on it. The club was divided between a dinning room and a separate bar with a dance floor with a live band. We had an excellent dinner with wine. Our conversation was normal with Ron and Amy flirting with each other. I know that in the pass the flirting had gone pass what most people would consider proper; but then most people would not be sitting here thinking about his best friend fucking his wife. After dinner we moved into the bar area for a few drinks and dancing. All three of us were good dancers and kept up with the latest dances. When Ron had a date we would still swap partners after a couple of dances. When it was just the three of us we kept Amy on the floor most of the time. I danced with her the first couple of dances. I could tell that she was really nervous about tonight. She pressed her 5’5” body tight to mine. The touch of her naked back felt good to my exploring hands. The dance floor was so dimly lit that you could do almost anything without being seen. As I move my wondering hand over her ass I wondered how lone it would take Ron to figure that she was naked under the dress. My hard cock was pressing against her stomach and she was rubbing her cunt on my leg. “You have never looked better. If you dance with Ron the way you are dancing with me he may rape you right here on the dance floor” She said, “I am so nervous, but I really want this to happen. Have you changed your mind?” Getting a No from me she moved closer and whispered in my ear. “I love you and thanks for letting this happen.” The next couple of dances Ron danced with her. I could see that he was dancing pretty much the same way I did. Even though it was fairly dark I could make them out on the floor. He was stroking her naked back from her neck down to her ass. His leg was between hers and I knew she was rubbing her cunt on it each time they moved. He held her close with his chin resting on her head. They looked like two lovers as they danced. If someone else had been watching her tonight they must have wondered which man was really her husband. When they returned to the table she slid in beside me with Ron on the other side. We sat out a couple of dances and talked. I couldn’t tell you one word that was said. Amy and I went out on the next dance. “How are thing coming?” “I don’t know how you intend to bring this off but I can’t take much more. Between the two of you my cunt is soaking and starting to run down my legs. Both of you are rubbing hard cocks against me. Ron has gotten like this before and it must have been hard to go home alone in that shape.” “Leave it to me, I’ll put things in motion while you dance the next dance with him.” After out dance Amy didn’t even sit down. She took Ron by the hand and led him to the backside of the dance floor. His hands were all over her at once. He had tried this before but she had always stopped him from going to far. This time she was receptive to anything he tried. I could see he had one hand on her back and the other was covering her breast. Amy had her arms around his neck but was leaning back enough that he had room to play with her tit. The waiter brought another round of drinks and I paid the tab for the night. When I looked back the hand had moved from her tit to her cunt. I couldn’t tell if he had his hand on her naked cunt or was feeling her through her dress. Amy was pressing her cunt against his hand. Even to the casual observer it was plain to see that she liked what he was doing to her. She pulled his head down and they kissed. I had seen them kiss before but Amy had always held back. Now she was kissing him like she kissed me. The danced ended and I could tell that they didn’t want to break the kiss. The band was taking a break so they headed back to the table. I told them to drink up that it was time to call it a night. I knew Ron wondered why we were calling it a night so early. He probably thought I had seen them on the dance floor and was pissed off. I could tell from the expression on his face that he thought his fun for the night was over and once again he was heading home with a hard cock and no one to take care of it. Little did he know that the best night of his life was still ahead of him. On the way to the car I asked him if he would like for me to drive. I figured if he didn’t know by now that Amy was naked under the dress he would after he helped her in the car. He was only too happy to let me drive, that way he could pay more attention to her. I got in the driver’s side and unlocked the door for them. Amy slid in; making no attempt at all to get her dress down. I could see her cunt from my side and knew Ron was getting an eye full. He got in the car with his cock about to push a hole through his pants. I started the car and pulled out into the highway and headed for home. His arm was across the back of the seat above her shoulders. I saw Amy as she rested her hand on his thigh, only inches from his cock. He had let his hand drop down to where he was holding her tit. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her move her hand up to cover his cock. He almost jumped out of the seat when she made the move. By the time we arrived at home they were in each other’s arm and deep into another kiss. “All right you two, break it up we are home,” I said as I stop and cut off the car. Amy looked at me and smiled, “do we have too?” “Yes, Ron come on in. You don’t have to hurry home this early do you?” He accepted at once; glad that the night wasn’t over yet. We went into the den. Amy turned on the stereo to a station that played dance music all night. She held out her arm to Ron and he moved into her arms. I told them to dance while I mix us a drink. From the kitchen I could hear the music. I finished the drinks and headed back to the den. Before entering I looked around the corner, He had both hands on her breasts and she was stroking his cock. I made enough noise that they had time to straighten up before I entered the room. When I walked into the room they were again dancing. I put the drinks on the coffee table and moved up behind her. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, and for most of the dance we both danced with her. I was kissing her on the neck and he was kissing her lips. Amy could feel his hard cock pressing against her from the front and mine from the back. Ron and I had danced this way before, just not with my wife as the centerpiece. That song ended and the next started without us separating. Soon after it started I unsnapped the dress at the back of her neck. Amy moved back away from Ron enough for the top to drop to her waist. The only thing keeping it from falling all the way off was my hands, which I moved. The dress fell to the floor and she stepped out on it and slipped off her shoes. She stood still facing my best friend completely naked. Ron had seen her in some very skimpy bikinis and had copped more than one feel of her tits, but this was the first time he had ever seen her in all her glory. He was speechless, as he couldn’t take his eyes from her. “Ron,” I said, “Amy and I have had a lone talk and we think it is time to include you in our marriage. You and I have been friends all our lives and have done many things together. Now we want to include you in our sex live. Amy is more than willing and nothing would please me more.” “Amy why don’t you take him to the bedroom. Call me when you are ready for me.” Ron hadn’t been able to say a word. When Amy took him by the hand he followed her. I watched them go, knowing that my best friend was about to fuck my wife and I could hardly wait. They went into the bedroom and left the door open. I had mixed me another drink when Amy called me to come to the bedroom. They had only been gone 10 minutes, and I wondered why. When I walked through the door Amy was lying in the middle of the bed with a now naked Ron beside her. She said, “Come and join us this first time. Later we may want to be alone but now we want you with us.” I couldn’t undress fast enough. Ron and I had been naked with other women so there was not any embarrassment. Soon I was on one side of her and Ron the other. Amy was about to have the best sex of her life. We were on our knees on each side of her. Amy’s breasts were very sensitive, and she could cum just from having them played with. Ron had his mouth wrapped around one nipple while I kissed her and rubbed the other tit between my fingers. Every few minutes we would swap with him kissing her while I worked on her tits. Within minutes she was cumin for what I knew was the first of many that night. All the time we were working on her tits she had a cock in each hand. What a sight to see my wife with my best friends cock in her hand. When she settled down from her first cum we moved down and started working on her toes. We both work on her feet as we started kissing our way up her beautiful legs. By the time we up to her knees she was ready to cum again. She had her legs spread as wide as she could get them, leaving her pussy with its light brown hair open to both our view. We kissed up the inside of each thigh and she came again. Her cunt had still not been touched by either of us. Best Friends We continued kissing and tickling her thighs with out tongues while she worked through her climax. We kissed on up until she could feel our hot breath on her naked cunt. Her ass was steady moving as she begged us to eat her cunt. Finally I buried my tongue in her hot wet cunt while Ron fingered her clit. She started cumin again. We swapped with Ron now eating her cunt while I fingered her clit and sucked her tits. The four hands and two mouths were touching every part of her. Amy liked to be played with when it was just I. Now she had both of us working to bring her more and more pleasure. She came again while Ron was eating her. This was her forth and she still hadn’t been fucked. I moved up to the head of the bed. I leaned back against the wall and pulled Amy up between my legs. Her head was in my lap as Ron moved between her spread legs. I said, “Ron, it’s time. Come on up and fuck her. You have been wanting this a long time.” Amy reached down and guided his cock to the opening of her pussy. I liked to have shot my load when Amy and I watched as he slid the tip of his cock in her hot pussy. From the position we were in, Amy and I could both watch as his cock slid into my wife’s cunt. This was what I had wanted to see for a long time. Ron started fucking in and out. On each out stroke I could see the pink lips of her cunt ride his cock. She was about to cum again and he had just started. My hands were on her tits and his tongue was down her throat. Th combination sent her over the edge again. We moved her to her hands and knees between my legs. This way she could give me head as Ron fucked her cunt from behind. She was good at giving head. She liked it and all ways brought me off. She never backed up, as she would swallow all I had. Once we started in this position it was a sure bet that we were not going to last much longer. I held her head as she sucked me and Ron was holding both tits as he plunged in her from behind. He couldn’t last and shot a giant load deep in her cunt. This pushed her over the edge and me as well. She finished sucking me while she completed her own climax. There was three hot tired bodies lying in the bed. We all went to sleep with Amy snuggled between us. I woke a couple of times during the night and Ron was fucking her each time. His wish for the last 5 years had come true and he was making the most of it. The next morning I was the first up. I left the two naked people in bed while I showered and went to the kitchen to make coffee. As I drink my coffee I thought about last night, and I had no regrets at all. I trusted them both and knew that I didn’t need to worry about Ron taking her from me. He was getting what he really wanted, and that was to fuck her. When he had enough he would move on. Ron entered the room all clean and fresh showered. He got his coffee and sit down with me. “Well Ron, was that as good as you thought it would be?” “Better, I have wanted her for a long time. I thought so much about her that I couldn’t focus on other women. She sure is one hot woman. You should be ashamed for not sharing her before now.” “Actually it was Amy’s idea. She recognized your condition long before I did. She gets lonesome when I am gone and now she will have you to really keep her company.” “You mean that you want mind if we get it on when you aren’t here?” “If I had minded then last night would never have happened. Besides this will give you both an opportunity to enjoy each other without me in the way.” “Jim I don’t know how to thank you. If I ever marry I will repay the favor.” We spent the next two weeks in bed with all three of us. Amy was getting all the loving she could take, and both of us were well satisfied. I told Amy that she had my permission to sleep with Ron anytime She wanted. This arrangement went on for about 6months. When I was out of town they were together most of the time. When I was home he would come over 2 or 3 times a week. All of us agreed that the sex was good all the time, but it was best when the three of us were together. After about 6 months I received another advancement. This meant that I no longer had to travel. Since I was home all the time, Ron came over more often. If I was late getting home I might find them in bed having sex. I would just strip and join them. This continued for another year. I was surprised that Ron didn’t tire of Amy the way he usually did. This changed when Pam, Amy’s sister, came to stay with us. Pam was 21 years old and 7 years younger than Amy was. She looked a lot like Amy, but they had never been very close. She called Amy one night and said she was moving back east and could she stay with us a few weeks. Amy of course said she could. I asked her what she was going to tell her sister about Ron? “I’m just going to tell the truth. If she can’t live with it she is more than welcome to find some where else to stay.” About a week later Pam moved into the guestroom. Ron never used it now that we spent all out time in one bed. Ron stayed away a couple of days when she first moved in, but we knew that wasn’t going to last. He couldn’t do without Amy that long. The girls spent the days getting use to each other. Amy finally came out and told her about out situation. Pam was no virgin, but she could not believe that I would let my wife fuck another man. Amy told her that I not only let her but also encouraged her. Not that she needed any encouraging because she was completely happy the way things were. She told her that sex with two men at the same time was better than with either one alone. Pam wanted to know who the other man was. Amy told her that it was my best friend, and that he would probably be over in a few days. She wanted to know just what we did in bed. “We just go to bed and have sex like anyone else, except that there is two men and one woman. Both men work to please me, which was a lot better than running around and having sex on the side. It is like I have two husbands too take care of my needs. They would both be mad if another man tried to move in on me. Most of the time I can please both of them before I give out.” Ron came over that night in time for dinner. It was easy to se he was impressed with her. We talked until bedtime and Pam left for her room and we headed to ours. After a couple of hours of good hard fucking we all fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs. I woke a while later with my arm asleep. Amy had her head on it and circulation was cut off. I eased it out so I wouldn’t wake her and headed to the kitchen. I forgot that Pam was even in the house and I was still naked since we never wore clothes to bed. I opened the refrigerator door to get a drink of water. The light from the refrigerator lit up the room enough for me to see Pam sitting at the table. She was looking at me and I realized that I was naked. I shut the door and the room became dark again. “Sorry I forgot all about you being in the house.” I sat down at the table across from her. In the dark I could just make out her face in the dark. “Are you alright? Is there something the matter with you?” “I’m ok, I just have a hard time accepting what is going on here. My sister, who use to be so shy that she wouldn’t even look at a boy, is now sleeping with two men at the same time. How can you let her do that?” “Ron and I have always been good friends. We grew up together, played ball together, and made love to the same women together. Amy and Ron became good friends after we were married. It just seemed right to include him in our married life. I’m not jealous of Ron and I don’t worry about loosing Amy to him. Someday he will marry and return the favor to me.” “Does he come over when you are not home?” “Sure, When I’m out of town he usually stays with her and when I’m at work he may spend the afternoon with her.” “This doesn’t bother you?” “No, the sex is good between Amy and myself and Amy and Ron, but it is the best when the three off us are together. Amy can take care of both of us and the two of us can do more for her than anyone man could ever do.” “Are they asleep now?” “They were when I left but I am sure that at some point they will start again since it has been a week since Ron has been over.” “Do you ever cheat on her with another woman?” “I never cheat. If I wanted another woman I would tell her. I haven’t needed another woman since I married. She has always taken care of all my needs,” “I have got to get back to bed. Maybe I can get to sleep now.” As she stood up the light from the door showed that she only had on a thin nightgown. She looked just like her sister when we married 5 years ago. I followed her down the hall. I stopped at the door to my room and she continued on down the hall to hers. As I pushed the door open I saw Ron as he was fucking Amy. I looked back and saw Pam staring at my fast rising cock. I motioned for her to come back. She hesitated only a second before coming back to me. I opened the door and she saw Ron and her sister as they fucked on the bed. The table lamp was on; Amy wanted the lights on when she was making love, so we could see them as he fucked her. They didn’t care who saw them, as they were so involved. Pam was standing in front of me and I reached around her and pulled her back against my hard cock. She didn’t resist and I ran my hands under her gown to cup her tits. I soon had a finger in her wet cunt. I could tell that she was about to cum. “Would you like to join them?” She gave a slight nod and I pushed her into the room. Amy and Ron had their tongues down each other’s throat. Her legs were wrapped around him as she rode his cock on each stroke. I had Pam stripped when we reached the bed. I lay her down beside her sister. Amy opened her eyes when she felt the extra weight on the bed. “We have someone who would like to join us,” I said. Amy smiled and reached for her sister’s hand just as I sunk my cock in her. The fucking was really getting wild with Ron on my wife and I on her sister. It was too good to last long. Ron was the first to cum with the rest of us following. It could not have been any better. We all fucked the night away. We swapped back and forth between Ron and Pam and Amy and myself. By morning the bed was a total wreck. Our cocks were worn out and the girl’s cunts were red and sore. This scene was repeated everyday for the next two weeks. Ron married Pam a month later. They purchased the house next door. Our sex life could not have been better. Each man had 2 wives and each woman 2 husbands. Sometimes I would spend the night at their house with Pam while he was with Amy. The best of all was the four of us together. It has now been 5 years since this happened. Both families have a two-year-old child. No one knows who may be the father of either one, and we don’t care. We will continue to live the life we chose until the children or older. Then we may have to make some changes. This life may not be for everyone but it suits us. We don’t see us ever changing. Best Friends Best Friends I shook my head to try to stop the spinning. My face ached from the slap of the airbag and I had to blink my eyes several times before I could focus. Steam rose from the crumpled front of the car, swirling up over the cracked windshield. Further over on the right side, the windshield was folded outward with thousands of tiny pieces scattered over the hood. I looked at the empty seat and then back to the shattered windshield. Where was Matt? My best friend . . . his airbag hadn’t opened! I tried to open the door, but it was jammed. I gritted my teeth and leaned into the door, jolting it with my shoulder. Suddenly everything seemed to spin around me, I felt like I was going to be sick, then everything went black. At first it was dark, too dark to see what I was watching. The video tape I had found in the tumble of mess in my wife’s closet after her shelf finally collapsed under all her stuff looked like it contained nothing discernable. On the TV was just a few shadows in a dimly lit room, nothing discernable was happening. I was ready to rewind the tape and through it in our stack of tapes to be used again when suddenly the light level adjusted. I saw her then, clearly focused, clearly naked. Her short blond hair curled nicely on her head. The blond locks between her legs matched perfectly. She held her breasts for a moment and then began to walk. The camera panned across the room as she walked self-consciously across the room and climbed onto the bed. I felt my pants stiffen as I watched her. After 11 years of marriage, I still got turned on just looking at her. As she laid back on the bed, the slight paunch at her stomach flattened out. She slowly spread her legs showing that magnificent pussy to the camera. Wondering when she had made this video for me, I realized she was not alone. For the camera to pan like that someone needed to be there operating it. Suddenly, I saw the onscreen image differently. In a moment I saw a man crawl onto the bed. The picture blurred a bit and then sharpened. His face was off the screen, but I could see his cock, now hard moving towards her face. She took him in her hand and began stroking. As his hips matched her rhythm, she took him in her mouth. Releasing his cock with her hands, she reached and grabbed his ass, squeezing as she pulled him towards her mouth. His left hand reached down and toyed with her nipples, first one and then the other, as she continued to suck him. He leaned to one side and reached his hand between her legs. The image went blurry for a moment and then focused on his fingers as they slid inside her. I could see the fingers glisten as they went to her clit. They circled slowly as she moved her hips. Oddly, I felt my own cock harden, watching what was happening to her. I focused on the fingers when I heard my wife’s voice on the TV speaker plead with him, “Eat me now, eat me now Matt.” Matt? Matt! “Son of a bitch,” I screamed as I watched Matt’s face slowly drop down between her legs. From this angle I could only see the top of his head, but it was evident what he was doing from my wife’s moans. Transfixed, I stared at the images in front of me. Images of my best friend eating my wife, bringing her to an orgasm, hearing her moan that way she did with me so often. His face came into view briefly as he rose back up. He was still in her mouth, as her pace now had quickened. I could hear him moan as he obviously came into her mouth. Damn, he came in her mouth! Shit she hadn’t done that for me in years, complaining how it choked her. She wasn’t choked here as she kept sucking him until he had to pull out of her mouth, a single bead of come dangling from her lips. The tape continued as he settled next to her and gently toyed with her nipples. I turned off the TV and VCR, took the tape and hid it in my closet. I hopped in my truck and headed for the nearest bar. I had to think. I had to think… I felt the pain in my head and slowly gained my bearings. That nightmare, that dream, was finally over. I can’t remember how many times I played those images over and over in my head since then. But now I had to get out of the truck. After several painful attempts, the door flung open with a loud creak. I called out: “Matt, where are you?” I heard a moan in the darkness. In the dim light from the one working headlight, I saw him against a tree just a few feet away. I limped over to him, “Matt, are you . . . are you alright?” I could see he wasn’t. One leg twisted under him at an odd angle and his arms folded limply over his chest. A dark pool widened beneath his leg. “I’m cold. What happened? I must’ve been asleep. I heard you yell something about a deer and then we swerved," the words were slow and slurred. I could see him shivering. “Yeah, I swerved to miss a deer and wrecked your car,” I said to him as calmly as I could. I thought about moving him, but decided not to. I noticed a large knot on his head and could see the swelling at his eyes. “I feel bad man, I can’t catch my breath,” he gasped. I heard a faint gurgling with each of his breaths. “Lay still, someone will be along to help us.” “I’m not gonna make it John.” I looked into his eyes, wondering if he was right, “Just hang on Matt.” “No man, I’m gonna die here." The pool of blood was much larger, I realized he was right. He took a breath and whispered, "Look John, I need to tell you something. It’s about Katie and me, we’re in love, she’s gonna leave you. Forgive me man, it wasn’t supposed to happen, it just did. Can you forgive me?” I grabbed his chin, making sure he was looking at me, at my eyes. “Before I do, I need to confess something to you too,” I said. I watched his every expression, memorizing the reaction, as I said: “There was no deer.” I held his chin savoring the look in my best friend’s face as he slowly died. Carefully standing up, I limped back to his car, grabbed a rag and wiped my fingerprints off the switch for the passenger side airbag. I sat back in the driver's seat and caught my breath. In a few moments I noticed a vehicle approaching and climbed out of the car waving my arms. I needed to get home, my wife Katie was waiting for me. Best Friends It happened again. Why did she let it? Why must she always love the man she couldn’t have? And for certain she couldn’t have him. So, why for an intelligent woman, did she want him so much? He was her best friend, they were inseparable, spending hours on the phone or with each other every day. She had fallen for him before she knew what hit her and it couldn’t work. So enough was enough she thought, I won’t think about him, I won’t talk with him, or see him; I will banish all thought of him from my life. Done, no problem, easy as pie. Damn, why did she have to think about pie. He loved pie, she even loved the way she said the damn word. Oh, yea, sure this would be easy – uh huh. But she had to stop loving him, for her sake as much as his. He wasn’t available. She tried to keep it as simple as possible. But feelings aren’t simple, and love is the most “un-simple” emotion around. She knew she was in love this time too. This wasn’t like the other times when she thought it was love; this was real in a way she’d never known. So, she knew she loved him, she knew she couldn’t have him, what she didn’t know was what to do next. Carly decided to start some new hobbies, immerse herself in her work and get out of town for a few weeks. The vacation was great, she needed that, and it seemed to help. No calls, no letters, no seeing him. Yes, she thought she would be able to leave it alone, that was until a few days after her return. She was home working on a new painting, she hadn’t painted in too long and it was a good distraction from him. The phone rang from the downstairs lobby, a delivery. Carly wasn’t expecting anything but buzzed the man in and met him at her door. To her delight it was a beautiful bouquet of flowers, bright colors of pinks and lavenders and sweetly scented. Thanking the man she couldn’t wait to open the card attached. Her heart leapt and then sank; they were from him. The card said he had missed her. She loved him for sending her flowers. She cursed him for being so thoughtful and irresistible. Didn’t he know she loved him and couldn’t have him? Didn’t he know how hard it was to resist him? Did he want to torture her with his kindness? As if her thoughts were sent though the atmosphere, the phone rang again. “Hi”, he said. With that simple greeting she was transported to a place in her heart and her mouth couldn’t get any words out. “Carly? Are you okay?” His voice melted her further. “Yea, I’m ok. Hi Derek”, it was like slow motion in her brain but not her heart, that was beating a mile a minute. “I just got the flowers, Derek, thank you so much. You shouldn’t have, but thank you, they’re beautiful.” “Why shouldn’t I send you flowers Carly? I missed you and wanted you to know. Did you enjoy the trip? Did you have fun? Tell me all about it.” He was curious about more than the sights of her trip, he wanted to know what she did, did she meet anyone, there was something unspoken between them. Actually there was a lot unspoken she thought. “It was nice Derek, thanks. I enjoyed myself, it was relaxing and just what I needed.” Carly was trying to figure a way to end the conversation; there were too many emotions going through her and she didn’t want to say something she’d regret. “Well, what did you do? What was it like?” Derek tried harder to get information and the more he asked the more she shut down. She didn’t want to risk their friendship; didn’t want to say something like I missed you so much, I thought about you all the time; I am in love with you. Carly begged off by saying she had to get to an appointment and she’d talk with him later. She didn’t have to go anywhere, but she knew she had to collect herself. Hanging up the phone she felt it all about to cave in on her, why did she have to love him? Why, damn it why? Carly went back to her painting but it was useless, her mind was only on him now. She had to get out, do anything but sit here and think of him. Carly spent the afternoon downtown, window shopping and browsing the shops; just wandering aimlessly. She wanted to put some distance between herself and Derek; she had to. She had let her feelings for him get ahead of her but knew she had no real control over them. He was just being himself and she just loved him. Carly wandered into the bookstore and browsed the stacks for a while, she sat and read and listened to some music too. She usually loved that activity, finding it peaceful and soothing, but today all she seemed to find were books that warned of life’s disasters if you don’t work on your hidden demons. She knew she had plenty and was trying to run from the worst one now. Even the music she listened to wasn’t helping raise her spirits. It was if there was no getting away from this love thing. Carly would avoid him as best she could. She would miss her friend, but it was the right thing to do. Derek wasn’t available to her because he was engaged, albeit a very long engagement. She knew his relationship had troubles and they had been working on it for some time but he was still with her and Carly respected that boundary. Blah, blah, blah was all she could think of. She had created this mess herself she knew, but he was so nice, so kind, so everything. But she was avoiding him and it helped. She didn’t pick up her phone; instead let the machine do its job. She didn’t return his calls unless she knew he wasn’t available. She had managed to not speak with him for over a month and she felt better for it, she thought. One Saturday morning she had plans to meet a friend in the city. They planned on doing some shopping, have lunch and maybe a movie; just enjoy a kind of “ladies” day. On her way into Boston Carly’s cell phone rang, her friend couldn’t meet her. One of the kids was sick and her husband was out of town and she was so sorry. Carly was sorry too, she had looked forward to the outing; she needed it. It would be good to be out and about again since she had been almost hibernating for the last month or more, avoiding Derek. “Well”, she said to herself, “I’m going anyway!” Carly decided she would stroll around Quincy Market Place and Fanuiel Hall; there was always something doing there. Lots of stores and vendor carts to browse and there was street music, clowns, and jugglers too. It was a beautiful spring day and there were lots of people milling about – tourist season was in full swing. She poked around the shops and chatted with visitors, giving directions when asked and so forth. It was turning into a very pleasant day for her. She was able to keep occupied and felt really good about life. Then she saw him. Derek. Right there in front of her and he wasn’t alone. There was no way of avoiding him. With every muscle in her body tight she smiled and walked to greet him. “Hi how are you? I never expected to see you here today. How are you?” He repeated himself she noticed and figured he was nervous too. Maybe it was those unspoken thoughts between them she thought. “Hi Derek, I’m fine thanks. Yea I know, strange meeting you here too. I had plans with a friend but she had to cancel at the last minute but I came in town anyway. How are you? Its’ been a while.” Carly tried to remain calm but inside she was cringing and just wanted to go but she couldn’t be rude. But all those feelings just came flooding back like a dam let loose. “Hi, I am Linda,” The pretty woman said and Carly was almost stunned. “Oh hello Linda, I’m Carly, it is nice to meet you.” Again trying to be nonchalant but feeling as though she was failing miserably. Before Derek could speak Linda was responding. “Oh you’re Carly, well it is great to meet you. Derek has been talking about you non-stop for the last week. I’m Derek’s sister, my husband and I came to visit and cheer up my big brother.” Linda was quick with the information and Carly wasn’t sure he heard right. “Oh, Linda, yes Derek has mentioned you as well. It is so nice to meet you too.” Carly suddenly felt more at ease but not quite as relaxed as she’d wanted. “Well, I guess you two don’t need me here.” Derek laughed as he gave his sister a little push. “Oh Derek” she said, “You know me. Carly I always talk a lot and he gives me a hard time about it. But really I’m just friendly.” Linda was directing herself to Carly now. “I am too and Derek does the same with me too Linda. As though it would help keep me quiet.” The two were laughing together and then Linda’s husband joined the group. “Carly this is Paul, my husband.” Linda offered the introduction as Derek watched on in silence as this scene played out and not taking an eye off of Carly. “Pleased to meet you Paul.” Carly offered her hand for a handshake. “You’re Carly? I feel like I know you already.” Paul was almost conspiratorial with his words. “Huh? Oh, well I’ve heard of you as well Paul.” Carly tried to cover her confusion. “Carly, Derek has told us all about you. I feel like we are sisters already. He has been going on and …” Derek cut his sister off quickly. “Ok everyone, enough. Yes, I’ve mentioned Carly to you. But for god sakes can we talk about something else.” Derek’s blush didn’t escape Carly’s eye. “Gee, Derek did we hit a nerve?” Linda was now egging her brother on. And she just kept talking. “You see Carly we came for a visit to cheer poor Derek up. He broke up with his girlfriend and we thought he needed some company. But you know he really isn’t too upset about it. Do you know why that would be?” Now Linda was giving Carly the business. “No, no I have no idea, I didn’t know that. I haven’t seen or talked with Derek in over a month.” Carly was talking so fast it was obvious she was nervous. And the blush on her face didn’t help matters either, which she was sure everyone noticed. The four chatted on very amicably and it was almost comfortable for Carly except for the butterflies in her stomach. She felt as though those weeks of avoiding him had done no good, she just felt so much for him. Linda was talking but Carly really wasn’t able to hear much her mind was trying to figure a way to leave the trio. When Linda called her name she didn’t hear her until Linda touched her arm. “Carly? You with us?” Linda said to her with a smile. “Humm? What, oh yes, I’m sorry I was distracted. What did you say again?” She was trying to recover quickly. “I was asking if you’d like to have lunch with us? We’re going over to The No Name for some seafood; I’ve been craving lobster all week. What do you say?” Linda wasn’t really asking it seemed she was just assuming it was a plan. “Oh, well thanks, but I was going to see a movie. You all have a nice time and it was good to meet you both. Derek it was nice …..” Linda cut her off this time. “No, you can see a movie anytime. You’re coming with us!” Linda took her arm and was leading her off down towards the front of Fanuiel Hall. “No, really I don’t want to impose Linda. You should enjoy your time with…” “Carly, you’re coming! Frankly I need some female company I am quite sick of these two, its been some week let me tell you. So there, you are coming. Lets go.” Carly liked Linda, she was friendly and fun and Carly knew she wouldn’t take a no, so she agreed and the two new friends walked together leaving Paul and Derek to bring up the rear. Lunch was delicious as usual at The No Name and the four enjoyed themselves with laughs and stories. When Linda whispered something to Paul the two then got up and announced that they were going to spend some time alone just walking through the city. Derek and Carly were stunned and tried to dissuade them but the couple was gone in a flash. There they were Derek and Carly alone together. They left the restaurant and Carly was feeling all nervous once again. “Well, Derek it was nice to see you. Thanks for lunch and a fun time. I think I will head for home now.” Carly felt she better leave quickly even though she wanted to linger. “Oh, ok if you want to Carly. Let me make sure you get to your car at least. Did you park over by Quincy Market? Lets grab a cab.” Derek was being his usual thoughtful self and it made it all that much harder for Carly to leave. “I don’t mind the walk Derek, its fine. I’ll be fine, but thanks.” Carly was about to turn to walk away when Derek took her arm. “No, I will walk with you.” Derek was a gentleman but neither was moving a step. “Carly, I wanted to tell you about the breakup. I just haven’t been able to talk with you and I guess I felt you didn’t want to be friends so I didn’t tell you.” Derek was looking into her eyes to see her reaction. “Derek you don’t have to tell me anything, it’s your life. And of course we’re friends. I’ve just been busy I guess.” She was lying but she was protecting herself too she thought. “Carly I wanted you to know. I want to be your friend. Actually I want to be more than a friend to you, Carly. I umm, I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. Damn it though Carly, I am attracted to you. I like you very much.” Derek’s voice was strong now. “Derek, I like you very much too. You are the best friend I’ve ever had. I just don’t want to ruin that. So, I just stayed away for a while until I knew what my feelings were.” She was getting more comfortable now too. “Just what feelings are you talking about? Why would you avoid me? What do you feel right now?” Derek was becoming insistent with Carly now. “Derek, I don’t know. You’re my friend. I like you.” She was in pretty deep now and was trying to figure a way back out. But the more she talked the worse it got. “I wasn’t avoiding you, I was, I was busy.” She stumbled on her words. “Busy? Doing what? Have you met someone and don’t want me to know or something?” Derek was feeling shutout and let her know. “Friends share those things Carly. So what is it, did you met a man or were you avoiding me or were you busy?” There was a contentious tone in his voice that brought her ire up too. “I told you I wasn’t avoiding you Derek! I’ve been busy I guess. And no I haven’t met anyone, where would I ever met someone I don’t go anywhere I’ve barely been out in over a month.” The words were out of her mouth so quickly and she knew she just gave herself away. He would know she’d not been busy and that it was something else. Carly put her head down and turned quietly to leave again. This time Derek didn’t just take her arm easily. He grabbed her and turned her to him, looking deeply into her eyes. She was about to cry he could tell. His hand touched her cheek as if to brush away a tear that hadn’t fallen yet. He watched her looking at him now. Her eyes bored through him and he knew then. His mouth moved closer to hers and he kissed her lightly. Then looked at her again seeing her eyes become clear and kissed her again, longer and deeper this time. He wanted her to know what he was feeling; Carly kissed him back so he would know what she was feeling too. “Carly, I love you.” Derek said it so softly but with conviction so there would be no doubt. “Derek, I love you too.” Her voice was strong now too. The two embraced and walked along the waterfront arm in arm, each with a smile on their face and in their heart too. Friends do make the best lovers. Best Friends (This story is unbelievably cheesy, I know. But hey, I was in a weird, sappy mood the other night.) It was the same routine every week. Shelly would come over on Friday night, we'd sit together and watch the latest episode of Star Trek, then we'd discuss it for a while, and then finally, before she left, Shelly would get down on her knees and suck me off. I don't really have any idea how it all began, but one night, she just gave me blowjob out of the blue. I didn't complain or ask why; I just sat back and enjoyed it. I would never think of Shelly as anything more than just my best friend. I had never even considered taking our relationship any further than that, but sometimes I couldn't help it, especially lately as I watched her hungrily slurp my cock and tongue my balls. She made me so horny. I was a geek, plain and simple. I didn't care, and I was proud of it. I was addicted to Star Trek, computers, and video games, and I looked the part as well. I was a little overweight, with flaming orange hair and glasses. I had freckles and braces and sometimes, just as a gag, I wore suspenders. My friends and I made a joke of it, and no one messed with us, because we made fun of ourselves. Shelly was a geek at heart, but she showed no signs of being one on the outside. She had the looks of a cheerleader, with straight blonde hair and a pair of dazzling green eyes. Her face was gorgeous. She had full, red lips and a fantastic smile. Her body was amazing too. Her full C cup breasts and round, shapely ass made her the envy of every brain dead jock in school, but she would have nothing to do with them. Shelly resembled a Playboy centerfold, just waiting to be discovered, but she didn't even know it. She dressed conservatively, unlike the other slutty girls at school, often wearing just plain jeans and sweaters. Neither of us was sexually active, so just to say that we had done things, we'd experiment with each other. Shelly was the only girl I had ever kissed, touched, or received head from. She was just as curious as I was, and sometimes we'd surf porn sites just to find things to try out. Our friendship of 11 years was very, very strange, I suppose you could say, but we loved each other and it didn't matter. We were both eighteen, and unlike most of the other seniors in our High School, we had both moved out of our parents' houses and had rented apartments on either side of town, and even though we lived fifteen minutes away, we were inseparable. Tonight, Star Trek was just a rerun, and Shelly had to leave early anyway, so she got right to the blowjob. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and knelt in front of me, pulling my knees apart and resting her hands in her lap. She unzipped my jeans and pulled both them and my boxers down to my ankles. My erect cock stared her right in the face, and she eyed it eagerly. Reaching out to grasp it and then sliding it between her lips and down her throat, Shelly started to suck and boy, could she suck. I had never had a blowjob from any other girl, but I could tell that Shelly was very good at what she did. She had already stuffed the first fives inches of my penis into her mouth, but she was determined to get the full seven and a half. She succeeded, and soon was slurping away at my entire shaft. She took a break about halfway through to catch her breath, and while she did, she casually licked the head of my cock, tracing her tongue all over and tenderly nibbling my balls. She then lovingly planted kisses all over the shaft and then used her hand to slap it repeatedly against her tongue. I finished that night by shooting ropes of my hot semen down her throat. She happily swallowed it and continued sucking until I had gone limp again. Then, she laid her head down on my lap to catch her breath and I softly stroked her hair before bending down to softly peck her on the head and whisper a quick "I love you" in her ear. She got up and sat on my lap, something she had never done before. As she put her arms around the back of my neck, she looked me straight in the eyes. "Matt, you...like when I do that, don't you?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Are you trying to ask if I'm gay?" She smiled back. "No, no, it's just...if we weren't friends, would you want me to do that to you?" "If you're trying to ask if I think that you're attractive, then my answer is yes." She bit her lower lip and stared at me for a moment. It was a strange look, almost of desire, something I would never suspect Shelly of having towards me. She kissed me gently on the cheek, pressing her soft lips against me longer than she usually did and sending sharp pangs of pleasure shooting through my body. She then got off my lap before donning her jacket and waving goodbye. I simply smiled back, my pants still at my ankles and a dazed look on my face. After Shelly left, I opened up my laptop which was lying at my feet and went to an advice forum on the internet. I inquired as to what I should do in my current dilemma. My best friend and I had been having casual sex for years, and had thought nothing of it, but lately I was beginning to have stronger sexual feelings toward her. I checked back a few hours later, and a fellow poster encouraged me to pursue my emotions and confront Shelly on the issue. It was time, I decided, to do just that. I returned home from work the following day to find Shelly sitting on my couch, but it wasn't the Shelly that I had seen the night before. She no longer had on her simple, purple sweater and jeans, but instead carefully-applied make-up, a tight-fitting v-neck that displayed rather prominently her ample cleavage and a very short denim miniskirt. She had seemingly kicked off her high heels and was casually surfing the channels on the TV when I took off my coat and sat beside her. She smiled warmly at me. "I thought I'd come by and cook you dinner, and then we could watch some movies. What do you say?" I nodded enthusiastically, but I was still rather puzzled by her appearance. "That sounds great, what's on the menu?" She scooted closer to me and placed a hand on my thigh. "Whatever you'd like, honey." She bit her lip like she had the night before and stared at me. I was uncomfortable, but so turned on. She slowly rubbed my leg, getting closer and closer to the bulge in my pants until her fingers were brushing against the head. Unfortunately, she got up and starting fixing dinner right afterwards, leaving me with a painful erection. I pretended to be watching the TV, but I always had my eyes on her, gazing at her as she bent down to the oven and stood on her tippy-toes to reach something on top of the refrigerator, mashing her delicious breasts against the freezer door. After dinner, which was very satisfying, we retreated back to the sofa and I turned on the DVD. Shelly had retrieved a blanket from the closet and tossed it over us before clutching my arm and cuddling close to me. I chuckled nervously and tried to concentrate on the movie, but thoughts of Shelly's mouth-watering body kept returning to my mind. It was very late when the movie was finally over and Shelly and I kept drifting in and out of sleep. She didn't move after I had turned the TV off, and was sound asleep. I sighed and lifted her in my arms to my bed, laying her down and kissing her softly on the forehead before getting up and heading back to the couch. A soft voice stopped me. "No, Matt, I want you to stay here." I gulped, but obeyed her orders, returning to the bed and climbing under the covers. She smiled and scooted close to me. She had removed her top and her mini-skirt and was now only in a black, lacy bra and matching thong panties. I swallowed again and followed suit, unbuttoning my shirt and tossing it aside, followed by my jeans. She giggled and moved as close to me as possible, with her breasts pushed firmly against my arm. The tent in my underwear was very noticeable, and I was sure that Shelly saw it. The sexual tension between us was unbelievable; I was afraid to say a word. With my arm wrapped tightly around Shelly, and her body pressed closely against mine, we fell asleep. I never slept so well. I awoke the next morning with Shelly in my arms. I kissed her again on the head and played with her hair, watching as her body rose and fell against me. Finally, she awoke and kissed me on the lips, rubbing my chest and then laying her head back down. I rubbed her back and sat up against the headboard. She got up and mumbled something about breakfast. She put on my robe and went to the kitchen. I felt happy and content as I tugged my shirt over my head and pulled up my jeans. I realized that I truly, deeply loved Shelly, and she was without a doubt, the girl of my dreams. I walked into the kitchen and wrapped my arms around Shelly from behind. She pecked me on the cheek and I watched for a moment as she cooked bacon before taking a seat at the kitchen table and picking up the newspaper, watching Shelly with a deep, unfathomable longing in my eyes. We ate breakfast and then took a shower together. We had done that before; it was no big deal to us. I washed her and she washed me. I was especially careful to richly lather her soft breasts, squeezing and playing with them and she did the same when it came to cleaning my stiff pole, which she took great pride in tasting afterwards. After we had gotten out of the shower, dressed, and dried off, we decided to go to the grocery store. So, after locking the apartment up and getting in my car, we drove off to the local supermarket. It was strangely fun strolling through the aisles; I felt as though we were newlyweds, just getting used to one another. After picking out all the things that we needed, we headed to the checkout line, and Shelly shrieked in excitement. I looked up from the cart to see her hugging the guy who was working the register. She stared up at him with a twinkle in her eyes and a dazed grin. He was a handsome fellow, and she obviously noticed this. I supposed that they, like us, were good friends. I walked over and Shelly introduced us to each other. "Jay, this is my best friend, Matt. Matt, this is my old boyfriend, Jay." I forced a smile and shook the guy's hand. Shelly had never told me about Jay. They continued talking as I unloaded the groceries onto the conveyer belt and Jay absentmindedly rung me up, his eyes remaining locked on Shelly. I listened in on their conversation. Apparently, they had been going out for a few months, but then Jay had moved to New Jersey. He just got back in town, and would be in school with us the next day. After paying for the food and loading up the cart with all his bags, I cleared my throat. Shelly continued staring at Jay. "Come on, Shell, we should get going..." She didn't respond, but still kept giggling and touching Jay's arm. I was instantly filled with a jealous fury. "Shelly, come on...Shelly! LET'S GO!" Shelly frowned and hugged Jay quickly, who was angrily eyeing me. We left and got back in the car, not speaking to each other until we had reached the house and had started putting away all of the groceries. Shelly glared at me. "What's wrong with you? Jay and I were just talking. Why did you scream at me like that?" I swallowed, but didn't respond. "Come on, Matt; don't give me this silent treatment shit. Why were you so angry?" I still didn't say anything. There were so many things that I wanted to let out, but I just couldn't seem to make any noise. "Answer me, Matt!" I finally exploded. "Do you want to know why I was so mad?! Do you?! Well, guess what, sweetheart? I'll tell you! I'm in love with you! All right? Did you hear me just then? I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU, SHELLY!" I stared into her eyes, and she gazed into mine. It was an awkward moment, and my heart was racing. I wished more than anything that what I had wanted to say had come more eloquent than it did. She bit her lip like she had before, and that look of sheer desire that I seen two nights before returned to her face, ten times stronger. She gulped, and then responded. "Matt...I don't know what to say." I hung my head in humiliation as she continued. "I love you so much, and Matt...you're the man of my dreams." It took a moment for that to sink in, but then I looked up. Her eyes were watering, and she had a strange, triumphant smile on her face. "There, it took me 11 years to finally say it, but I did." I moved closer and shut my eyes, kissing her passionately on the lips. She grabbed the back of my head and kissed me a dozen times on the cheek. She was crying openly now. "I love you. I love you. I love you more than you'll ever know." I embraced her tightly and held her as she sobbed into my shoulder. This was like a dream. I was so happy. She pulled away and tried to talk. "W-we can m-move in together, and I can c-cook you dinner like I did l-last night...we can get married and move into a b-big house...oh, Matt! I love you!" I was crying now as well. A happy tear streamed down my face and I hugged her again. It took an hour or so before we finally calmed down, and could speak to each other again. I told her of how I had asked on a message board whether or not to talk to her about my feelings, and her eyes lit up. "So it was you!" I was confused, but then I slowly put the pieces together. "Wait, you're the one who replied to me! You're the one who told me to do it!" She nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Yes, and Matt, it couldn't have turned out any better. It's almost like a love story!" We kissed again. I couldn't imagine being more happy. Both of us didn't show up to school the following day. We were too busy moving all of Shelly's things to my place and making the early plans for our wedding, which we decided would be themed as a Star Trek episode. We lied together in bed that night talking until the sun came up. Our new life looked promising, and neither of us could be happier. Best Friends It was the kind of relationship that grew from your typical mother and son relationship into more of a "best friends" kind of relationship---only she was 44 years old and my mother, and I was 20 years old and her son. In high school, she was always there for me, and we could talk about anything. She was always supportive, and not the harsh and distant authoritative figure like my dad was. Once I graduated from high school, we saw alot less of each other, and it made those times when we were together that much better. Her bright smile never ceased to lift me. She has full red lips and enticing blue eyes that prettily accentuate her short blond hair and beautiful face. She has that kind of look that makes you think that you're the only person around and that you have her full attention. Or, at least that's the effect it had on me! Jenny is a name that easily suits her, and she keeps her body in great shape, working-out and playing tennis. She's 5'6", and has a slim athletic build that I've always admired her for maintaining so well. They named me Jack, and I've grown into a solid 6'2 frame that I try to keep fit with alot of working-out and tennis, as well. Some of the time we spent with just each other would come from hitting tennis together or going to work-out together. We played alot of tennis my senior year, and we were both disappointed when it came time for me to go off to college. She was starting to kid me about losing her "playing partner." "It's gonna be all your fault when your old mom gets out-of-shape and isn't any good anymore," she'd kid me. "Neither's gonna happen," I'd kid right back. At this, I could've sworn I'd noticed some blushing on her part, which I've always remembered because she's so confident and composed she never seems to react. She did this time though,as I left for college. Time passed, and we'd talk about school, friends, and what was going on in each other's lives. In the Spring, we went and played tennis one Friday afternoon when I was home for a weekend from school. It was definitely a warm afternoon, and we were sweating pretty good by the time we finished playing. We stretched out on some chairs by the court, and cooled down. "Wow, that was a good work-out," she said, running her hands through her blonde hair that was wanting to stick to the sides of her face. "How are things with Beth?" Beth was my most recent short-term girlfriend. "Beth? Beth who?" I laughed. "Already? Jack, you better be careful with the way you go through these women. Remember, you just might be breaking some girl's heart." "Oh no, not me. I'm probably just keeping them from having to get rid of me." "Don't think that way, son. You're a handsome and smart man. These women could get hurt." " Well, thank you... I think," I replied, a little off balance by her compliment. "I mean, I wouldn't try to hurt anyone. It's just that I'm young and know I want to live some---I'm not wanting anything serious, you know?" "Sure, I understand," she said as she drank from her water bottle and looked at me for a moment. "Just be sure they do." "And please," she now moved forward in her chair and held my look, "don't be one of these guys that lead them on, get what they want, and then leave 'em high and dry." "Well, I've never left them high and dry," and we both laughed loud with her slapping my leg. "You know what I mean," she said, again looking at me thoughtfully. "Well, let me ask you this then," I started, trying to be careful but also wanting to know. "How do I find someone who I like being with but yet don't want it to get serious?" "Good question," she said in a low voice that told me something. "It sounds like something you've thought about," I asked her, this time holding her gaze. "Well, yes... I mean," and she paused, looking off. "What's wrong?" I asked, sensing much more there. "Nothing. It's just... I guess I can relate." "Huh? You and dad are about as serious as it gets, with 22 years of marriage." "Exactly, 22 years of marriage," her voice seemed to trail off and she stood getting ready to go. "Wait, what are you talking about?" and I stood,too. "It's nothing, Jack. Nevermind, son." I was standing fairly close, and I rubbed her shoulder not wanting her to leave. Then, she looked up at me, with a sad and knowing look. "Listen, don't worry, everything's fine," she tried to assure me. " I want you to tell me what's on your mind," I said to her smiling and trying to lighten her mood. She smiled back. "Jack, we are close and I feel like we can talk about anything, but this involves my relationship with your father." "You can say as much or as little as you want, but I know you need to talk about this and I'm right here." And with that, I started us walking toward the car. She was quiet, and I didn't say more yet. With the bags in the trunk, I opened the door for her and I drove us from the court. As I drove, I looked at her and couldn't resist the glance at her shapely legs coming from her dress. When I looked up, she was already looking at me. There was a big grin on her face. "Uh, what was that look, Jack?" she teased. "Just admiring how you've kept in shape, mom," I smiled back, completely unsure of the territory I was going into. "Well now, I like that," she said, her voice back to the lower and more mysterious tone. "Okay, Jack you really want to talk? Can I really open up to you?" I looked at her and she was giving me a look that I'd never seen from her before, a look that was not that of a mother to a son. It was not a smile, but there was a way she looked directly into my eyes and was being inviting, with her eye brows a little arched. "Yes, I absolutely do, and I want you to really open up to me," I replied looking at her and watching her eyes widen. I could feel her gaze still on me as I looked back to the road and continued driving. "Open up to you?" she asked, and for a moment I almost thought she was mocking me with the way she said it. A quick glance at her told me that she wasn't---that she was serious. "Yes, of course," I said gently, trying to be soothing. "I've always shared with you." "Yes, Jack, you always have darling." I could feel her still looking at me but I looked ahead and drove. "Okay. It's something I haven't talked to anyone about, and you must swear not to repeat that I've talked to you about this." "Of course." "Well, things have not been close with me and your dad for a long time. A long time." She paused. "I've always been faithful, but I just about can't stand it at times anymore. Do you know what I mean?" "Yes, I really do," I answered, stealing glances at her blue eyes. "Well, I'm a healthy woman with healthy drives. But I love your father and never want to do anything to hurt him, you know?" "I understand." This time I kept my eyes on the road. "So, when you said that about someone to be with but not get serious with," she hesitated, "well, I've thought about that lately. Only I can't imagine the right situation or guy I could have the right relationship with." "Have I told you too much?" she asked me, smiling again. My eyes this time looked to her and held her gaze. I smiled back with a feeling of excitement and closeness I could not possibly put into words. My mother was sharing very intimate feelings with me and I absolutely loved it. "Tell me more." Then, I shifted in my seat and I knew she picked-up on it: a bulge was at the crotch of my pants. I can't possibly explain how at that moment it was there, but I sensed her aware of it. Her body seemed to relax and the low,throaty voice returned. "Jack, what I've actually thought about is how long it's been since I've been really passionate with a man. Since a man's been really passionate with me." Her hand moved to my shoulder and caressed it,causing my crotch to visibly throb. "Can I tell you something else?" she asked. "Yes, please," I said, my voice now lower, too. I gave a slight chuckle from nervousness. She chuckled right back, only she then moved closer to me to whisper in my ear, and even though she was whispering the words were clear and distinct. "Jack, I've thought about how it would be if you weren't my son and I wasn't your mother," her hand was on my neck, "do you know what I mean?" I turned to her and her face was very close to mine and I could smell her sweet scent and sense the closeness of her lips. "Yes, I do know what you mean." "Tell me what I mean, Jack." "Well, we could be... you know ...together." I was as excited and as nervous as I had ever been. She moved even closer and now her lips grazed my ear lobe when she spoke. "Jack, what I meant is that we could be alone together," her left hand on my neck now was joined by her right hand on my thigh, "and when we were alone together, that you could have your way with me." I was breathing heavily. "Oh, yes," I murmurred as it was all I could get out. "What would you do with me, Jack?" she purred. She didn't wait long for a reply. "Jack, would you fuck me?" Her lips traced my ear. "Oh, yyyeeessss," I moaned. "Tell me." "I would fuck you," I said in a thick voice back. "Would you fuck me with this?" She smiled as she gripped my cock through my pants. "Yes, I would fuck you with that alright," I groaned back looking to her as she leaned away from me back toward her seat. I realized we were approaching our house. "Jack," she said looking directly into my eyes, "I can't wait to have you inside of me. ...Will you?" We pulled into the drive. She sat up and slowly spoke. "Will you give me the fucking I need?" Best Friends "We're almost there," she said, looking across at the passenger seat where he sat almost as excited as she was. When she had picked him up at the airport 20 minutes before, she could barely stand still and was practically hopping from one leg to the other in a manner unbefitting an almost 26 year old. It had been over a year since she had last seen her best friend, since the move that placed them on different continents, 3000 miles from each other. Though the phone calls were numerous and lengthy, it was amazing to see him again. As Amir had emerged from arrivals with a huge grin on his face, an enormous backpack (which she hoped was filled with gifts for her) and his arms outstretched for an all encompassing hug, she could not help but notice that he had filled out nicely in all the right places. Gone were the final traces of tummy fat that she remembered. Before her had stood a well muscled, dark haired, dark eyed hunk! His chest, arms and back never before noticeable now showed clear signs of long hours at the gym. As they embraced, she wrapped her arms tightly around him; her head nestled under his chin and was shocked to discover rock hard abs pressed up against her stomach. She had tried desperately to hide the gasp that tried to escape her lips though it was impossible to ignore the sudden throb of longing below her waist and the equally sudden hardening of her nipples. "My goodness," she thought. " My buddy went and got all hot on me." As she had struggled to regain her composure, he had released her gently and planted a huge kiss on her cheek. "That's new too," she mused. Casual kissing had never entered into their friendship. Nor, come to think of it had hugging. Amir's strict Indian upbringing frowned on intimate contact of any kind outside of marriage. So while the pair was as close as two friends could be they had never so much as held hands during a crisis or hugged goodbye. Some people may have found this strange but it worked for them. "So are you happy to see me?" Amir asked awakening her from her reverie. She skillfully negotiated a sharp bend in the road before answering. "Of course hon, and you look wonderful, did I tell you?" "Only a zillion times on the walk to the car," he laughed. "You look pretty wonderful yourself, you know that?" He cast an appreciative, appraising eye over to her again taking in her new layered haircut and impeccably tailored pants suit. Zara was never what anyone would call slim but with her high, firm 36C breasts, tapered waist and curvy hips and butt all atop one of the finest pairs of legs known to man, she was more than capable of turning male heads wherever she went. The carefully chosen outfit clearly highlighted her best features with a tight, low cut, cleavage bearing V-necked top and low riding pants fitted snugly across her ample hips yet accentuating her small waist. As she drove, Zara could feel Amir's gaze on her every move and she felt herself flush hotly as she realized she was more turned on her best friend than she had been by any boyfriend in her life. The hair on her arms literally stood on end as she began to imagine not only his eyes crawling over her but his hands also touching her, feeling her, discovering her inch by inch. It hit her like a ton of bricks that she longed suddenly to do the same to him. As she shifted her right leg from the accelerator to brake at a red light, Zara was aware that her clitoris was rock hard, almost painfully but arousingly rubbing on the crotch of her barely there panties, creating a wetness of her pussy that rivaled Niagara Falls. Taking advantage of the fact that the car had stopped Amir reached over and placed his hand on her thigh making her jump. He inched his long, strong fingers over and positioned them mere millimeters from her crotch feeling the warmth emanating from it. Her breathing quickened, as she licked her lips .She wanted him ,bad, here and now. "I know," he said, reading her mind. "I feel it too. Why did you have to be so hot and sexy?' "You think I'm sexy?" "I can't take my eyes off you...you ...move me," he finished, grinning sheepishly and glancing toward his lap where a raging erection had taken up residence. The buttons on the fly of his jeans were straining as what appeared to be a monster cock struggled to escape. "Oh my God," Zara said. "Is all that for me?" She lightly ran the index finger of her left hand along the bulge. They locked eyes; a smoldering stare was exchanged, naked lust palpable and undeniable. Amir shuddered and a low moan escaped his lips. He grabbed her hand with his and pushed it harder into his crotch roughly moving it up and down with an intensity that shocked her. She had never seen her friend in this light, never before acknowledged him as a sexual being far less as a being that she wanted, no needed to fuck. The loud and persistent honking of car horns behind them literally was the only thing that prevented Zara from whipping out his dick and sucking him off right on the spot. "Okay then," she giggled; "I still need to drive us home." "Hurry!" "Oh, I will." Zara had never driven so fast in her entire life. After a frenetic drive home that would have raised the eyebrows of any traffic police in the area, she finally indicated and pulled into the long driveway leading up to her brand new bungalow. Normally, when she brought guests to her pride and joy for the first time, she would slow down and point out the beautiful landscaping and the way the house looked from a certain angle against the backdrop of the setting sun. But not today. With wild abandon, she sped up to the house, past the fountain and came to a gravel scattering halt outside the main doors. Barely bothering to turn the ignition off, Zara hopped out of the car and made a beeline to the door, grabbing her keys from her purse as she did so. Abandoning his luggage, Amir followed moving just a little slower as he tried to negotiate walking around the obvious proof of his desire for her. Just as she fit the key into the lock, he stepped up behind her, pressing his rigid manhood into her soft derriere as he rested his hand lightly on her hip. "I don't know what it is," he whispered close to her ear, "but I've never wanted anyone more than I want you right now." She turned in to him just as the door swung open and their lips met as one for the first time. She brought her hands up and locked her fingers behind his neck while his hands stayed on her full hips. The kiss was slow as his dry, cool lips just brushed her soft, pouty ones. Zara gently sucked and nibbled on his lower and upper lips alternately, relishing the sweetness and almost innocence of the lip lock. As they kissed, Amir breathed in her familiar, signature scent of Chanel No 5. The mild powdery fragrance that he always associated with her had always driven him a little wild. Now, shifting slightly, he led them by the lips into the dark, cool interior of the house, kicking the door closed behind them. Only when they stood in the spacious living room did they break their embrace. "Wow," Zara said. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" Amir's face was all pink. "I've been practicing...was I any good? Wait.... be gentle," he continued as she opened her mouth to speak. "Good? You were excellent! Was that really your first kiss?" "Yep, my very first.... I've been watching those porno tapes you left me to try and pick up a few pointers." "Well they worked;" she sighed, moving into him again. This time the kiss was more urgent as they tried to get as deep into each other as possible. Amir's hands roamed freely over her back and wandered downwards until he held one ripe ass cheek in each hand. He squeezed gently eliciting a gasp from her as she meanwhile, experimentally probed his open mouth with her tongue. The kiss grew even deeper as both tongues encircled and intertwined each other in a sensual dance. Amir's breathing increased and unconsciously, he moved his stiff package up into her crotch making slow grinding motions with his hips. "He still needs my urgent attention, doesn't he?" Zara said huskily, pulling out of what was arguably one of the best kisses she had ever had. She reached down and deftly unbuttoned his jeans, which dropped to his ankles immediately. They both looked downwards now at the enormous hard on barely contained by the thin knit of his boxer briefs. "You're sure about this right, Am? Are you sure you want your first time to be with me?" Zara raised her eyebrows questioningly. "I've always wanted it to be with you, Zee. All those years of watching your hot body and listening to you describe your..ahem.. exploits with other guys. I spent hours in my room jacking off thinking about you and finally being able to....to ....fuck you," he finished in a rush. Zara needed no further confirmation and dropped to her knees, rapidly freely his cock with one hand through the fly of his boxers. "Oh my Lord," she rasped, "you're going to damage me with that thing." His erection was impressive to say the least. A full 8 inches of perfection, standing straight out at a 90° angle to his body, bobbing slightly. Up that close she could see every raised vein on its otherwise smooth surface and the glistening pre cum at its tip. The latter she eagerly lapped up twirling her soft wet tongue around the head of his cock. She then took a deep breath and engulfed the entire head into her mouth. The enormous girth of his member stretched her lips as far as they would go but she was up to the task. She advanced her mouth along the shaft slowly whilst low moans were emitted from Amir due to the unfamiliar but pleasant sensations. Many a man had complimented Zara's blowjob technique and she did not disappoint. Using her left hand she grabbed his ass to steady herself then moved her mouth swiftly up and down his now slick member using her right hand to hold it stationary. Getting fully into it, her head bobbed wildly as she sucked him off hard, slurping loudly, enjoying the feel of hard dick in her mouth. Her hot, little tongue continued twirling around the head as he fucked her face. Releasing his ass, she used the fingers of her left hand to manipulate his balls while sucking him. A true pro, she easily took the full length of his shaft into her mouth, opening her throat until his balls banged on to her chin. All the while Amir's moans intensified, his breath grew ragged as he gave himself completely to the most intensely erotic experience of his life. Zara began a low humming in her throat causing a ripple of vibration to go all through his cock and causing his knees to buckle slightly. She looked up at him, never slowing the pace of her oral ministrations. Looking down into her eyes whilst she pleasured him was so sexy that Amir almost came on the spot. Sensing that, she released him from her mouth with one fluid motion and stood quickly. "Come on," she said. "Let's go to the bedroom." Amir stepped out of his jeans and boxers and left them on the floor while pulling his polo shirt over his head. His eyes were glazed with lust as he watched her start to unbutton her pants and kick off her killer stilettos. As she led the way to her room, she managed to get out of her pants and by the time they reached the bedroom door, she had slipped her top over her head. She now stood majestic and beautiful in just a black lace see-through bra and exquisite black thong. Her excited breathing caused an enticing rise and fall of her large breasts, each breath almost enough to free them from their delicate confines. She turned from him, walking towards the high king-sized bed that dominated the room, affording him a heart-stopping view of her ass, cheeks separated by the thin strip of black fabric. She slowly climbed on to the bed exposing her most private of parts to his hungry gaze for the first time, then flipped over on to her butt. Knowing she had his undivided attention, she reclined on her elbows, spread her legs as wide as they would go, breasts still heaving and planted her feet flat on the bed. Then, never taking her eyes from his, she tugged on the front of her thong so the lace disappeared between her thick, puffy pussy lips. Her very enlarged clitoris, by this time the length of his thumbnail and just as hard was clearly visible through the flimsy material. Her mound and lips were shaved completely bare. Amir felt the now familiar tightening of his shaft as somehow; it grew even larger and harder, still moistened by Zara's saliva. As he watched, mesmerized, she licked one middle finger and holding her panties taut with the fingers of the other hand, started to massage her clit through her underwear. Just as suddenly she slipped the finger up to the hilt past her thong into her already sopping cunt and vigorously finger fucked herself, moaning loudly as she did so. "Here, taste," she said withdrawing the coated digit slowly and holding it out to him, still not breaking eye contact. By now, Amir was not sure he could walk at all but managed to make it over to her where she lay and took the proffered finger into his mouth. He curled his tongue around it and then sucked gently, tasting the distinct, sweet tang of pussy juice for the first time. "You like?" she asked "It's so sweet and warm...I want more," he replied. "Well you just have to go straight to the source then, don't you?" Amir climbed onto the bed and quickly got into position kneeling between Zara's legs. She stretched her arms over her head and shimmied upwards on the duvet to give him more room. The tantalizing uplift of her breasts caused by this movement was too much for Amir and he reached forward and opened the front clasp of her bra releasing her ripe orbs. Her areolae stood out darker against her smooth, milk chocolate skin and her nipples, perfectly shaped, stood straight up like sentinels pointed towards the ceiling. Zara slipped her arms out of the straps and obligingly lifted her hips for Amir to remove her sodden thong. As she spread her legs wide again, Amir descended toward her slit. Goose bumps broke out all over her body in longing anticipation and she shuddered with yearning. Like a pro, he used two fingers in V-formation to part her yielding, pink lips then ever so slowly, applied his tongue to her quivering clit, licking from back to front then back again over and over. Zara jumped as if scalded and arched her back as the delicious sensation washed over her. Hot and cold at the same time, she grabbed the back of his head, burying her fingers in his thick, black curls and drew him even closer to her wet cunt. From the first lick, Zara could feel her nectar flowing and dripping down first on to her tight asshole, then on to the bed below and she knew that she would come soon and hard. She was now moaning uncontrollably at each flick of his talented tongue and was completely lost in the most intense oral stimulation she had ever received. Her breathing accelerated as Amir increased his tempo then almost stopped altogether as he enveloped her entire clitoris with his lips and sucked on it as zealously as he had sucked her finger earlier. She let out a yelp and in one toe curling, mattress-grabbing moment came hard in wave after wave of excruciating pleasure. A flood of pussy juice poured out of her, momentarily surprising him, before he got to work with his tongue lapping up every last drop.. savouring the flavour of each as Zara continued to grind her cunt into his face. Shaking from the force of her orgasm, Zara struggled to speak. "Oh shit, Am, that was unreal," she croaked. Amir looked up at her from between her legs, the lower half of his handsome face completely drenched. Grinning widely, he said, "And the best is yet to come.. literally!" Groaning at his amateurish pun, Zara rolled over a little to her right allowing him to move up alongside her. Lying side by side, they turned to face each other, his erection banging slightly on her thighs. "You make me feel so good.... I love you Zara," said Amir blushing. "I love you too, Amir," she replied tenderly, stroking his cheek with one finger. "And I always have." "Me too." Once again, they moved in for a kiss. After the warm up earlier, Amir's tongue found Zara's first and swirled around it expertly. Breathing deeply, they both fell deeper into the connection between their lips. Zara could taste her own cum on his lips and tongue and it drove her wild. She reached down between them and taking his hand guided it to her breast. Slowly and sensuously, he cupped it while gently squeezing the nipple between two fingers. A sharp intake of breath from Zara broke the passionate lip lock and Amir took the opportunity to take her other nipple into his mouth. Delving his head into her bosom, he flicked the very end of his tongue onto the tip of her nipple then using a firmer pressure, made a complete circle of the areola. All the while his long, supple fingers rolled the other nipple back and forth with a skill belying his inexperience. The combination of the two sensations brought Zara to the brink of orgasm again and in one effortless action, she rolled on to her back. Not wanting to break contact suckling at her breast, Amir moved as well, using one arm for support until he was positioned over her. Now in classic missionary position, his huge cock wavered tantalizingly close to her vulva, the tip already getting moistened by the combination of cum and saliva that coated her inner thighs and outer vagina. Lost in passion, Amir hardly noticed the proximity of his manhood to its ultimate goal. Zara, however, felt her orgasm building and was ready to be filled up by his member, which had tempted and teased her all evening. Again reaching down between them, she easily plunged two fingers into her drenched cunt, then grasped his penis firmly and moving her fingers up and down along its extent, lubricated it. At her touch, Amir's head flew up from its homage to her tits. His eyes opened wide hardly able to believe the time had come. His rate of breathing was amplified again as they locked eyes and he now placed both hands on the bed on either side of her head. "Ready?" she asked huskily. Amir nodded mutely, incapable of speech as raw desire rushed over him. Zara rubbed his penis into her clit stimulating the sensitive underside of it on her erect love button. Amir uttered a low, guttural moan as she increased the pace until she finally placed the engorged head at the entrance to her wet hole. Amir closed his eyes, relishing the moment that he finally would be one with the woman he loved and had loved since the moment they first met. Knowing that she loved him back caused a plethora of emotion to enter him as he slowly inched his penis into her. Immediately, the head was almost sucked into her pussy by its natural tightness and by the flexing of her PC muscles. Amir gasped in ecstasy as he proceeded to advance into her until he was fully in and his balls bounced off her ass. Pulling back a little uncertainly, he relished the slick feeling along his entire length, then pushed back in. The blend of sensations was new ground for Amir but he soon found his rhythm and was fitfully moving in and out of her in no time. Beneath him, Zara writhed and unconsciously uttered a porn star worthy moan each time he banged her cervix. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him, crossing her ankles atop his ass ensuring him deep penetration. Never before had she experienced such fullness of her nether regions. His immense length and girth was able to arouse every nerve ending in her love canal at the same time. Amir was now pounding her hard fully into his stride, each stroke almost pulling completely out and then ramming it back in with wild abandon. Never missing a beat, he leaned down and they kissed, both now lost in the ardor of the moment. Best Friends Zara never knew she could get so wet. The delicious friction of their coupling enhanced her natural lubrication even more and every time he made a backward motion, her juices dripped out moistening her pink, little asshole. Still exploring his mouth with hers, Zara started to make upward thrusts of her hips, rising to meet his downward ones. Amir groaned loudly and attacked her mouth even more voraciously, alternately nipping and sucking her tongue and lips. Zara again broke the kiss to look down between them fascinated by the erotic visual of their physical connection. It was all she needed to push her over the edge for the second time and she came just as hard as before, her entire body tingling and a sharp scream leaving her lips. Panting and fleetingly distracted, Amir pulled himself out of her though he still tried to devour her with his eyes. Grinning naughtily at him, Zara flipped over on to her stomach offering her huge ass to him, then raised slightly on her knees getting into doggy position. From his viewpoint, Amir got an eyeful of not only her dripping cunt and asshole but through her legs he could see her breasts full and heavy hanging down with their nipples brushing the bedclothes. Zara wiggled her ass invitingly and spread her legs even wider. Amir could hold back no more and plunged his cock back into her. It was a depth of penetration he didn't know was achievable and yet again his breath caught in his throat as he thoroughly fucked her from behind. Grabbing her hips firmly, he dedicated his all to the task at hand banging her so hard that her ass jiggled wildly and her tits flew in all directions. Zara bucked with the direct G-Spot stimulation and ground her ass into him hard so that his balls slapped her clit with each stroke. The sudden assault sent a thrill through her and she reached between her legs and started to finger herself vigorously. "No, let me," Amir said sexily. Releasing one ass cheek, he reached around and wasted no time in coordinating his finger manipulations with his thrusting, while his other hand squeezed mercilessly on her ass. "Oh, shit! Fuck me, oh, Fuck me!!" Zara screamed in passion. And he did just that. Intensifying his strokes even more, he fucked her as he had always imagined doing. Amir never knew such arousal existed. He felt like they were connected by more than just their genitalia. He never thought he would be able to feel so close to anyone in his life. Why had he waited so long? This was good.....so good...too good. "Aah!" he gasped. "I'm cumming; I'm cumming so hard!" He felt his balls tighten and the most exquisite pleasure rush over his entire body centered at his groin. Zara pulled herself off his rod and quickly whipped around positioning herself so that her mouth was wide open just at the tip of his cock. Sticking out her tongue and looking up seductively at him, she waited for the deluge. Amir was no longer capable of coherent thought by this point and the sight of Zara poised to drink his cum like a porn star was too much. Groaning loudly, he just managed to grasp his shaft to steady it when the first spurt of hot cum flew out, catching her on the chin. Zara ducked her head a little and rope and after rope of steamy cum landed directly into her mouth, overflowing over her lips and on to her cheeks as her mouth was filled to capacity with his seed. Spent, Amir could not move and stayed in the same position trying to catch his breath and return to normal. Zara quickly swallowed the load in her mouth then took his quivering member into her mouth, sucking the tip gently until every last drop of cum had been devoured. Using her finger, she wiped her cum splashed face then licked it dry. Finally, Amir was able to roll on to his back on the bed and Zara moved over to lie beside him, both of them panting loudly and glistening with sweat, the smell of sex strong in the air. "Oh my God! That was astounding!" she said, turning slightly to look at him. "Astounding is not the word," he replied, then moved over to engage her in another kiss. They lay there for a long while, spooning contentedly, basking in the afterglow of an incredible sex session while their breathing and heart rates returned to normal, kissing occasionally and grinning from ear to ear. "I have an idea'" said Zara eventually. "Let's go shower together." Giggling like teenagers and still buck-naked, the got off the bed and scampered across the hard wood floor to the ensuite bathroom. The large shower with its double showerheads looked very inviting to them both after the steamy coupling they had. Zara leaned into the stall, turning the water on, allowing Amir to admire her lean toned legs and back and her apple shaped ass. As he looked closely, he could see his finger marks still evident on her ass. As she adjusted the temperature of the water, Amir stood back and ogled the beautiful woman he had just made love to. As her legs parted slightly, he could just make out her inner thighs slick with cum and sweat and again, the tight, pink pucker of her anus. Unbelievably, he felt a fresh stirring in his groin and his shaft started to reawaken at the vision before him. God, he wanted to fuck that ass! "What?" Zara asked, chuckling. Amir had been so lost in desire that he hadn't noticed her turn back to him. "You are so fucking sexy'" he replied. "Look what your hot fucking body is doing to me again." "Hmm.. well let's see what you stiff cock can do to me the second time around, shall we?" Zara said advancing toward him quickly. " Now kiss me like you want to fuck me!" The combination of passion and all the unfamiliar, raunchy language made this kiss frenzied and brutal. Their tongues intertwined recklessly, their teeth clashed together and lips were bruised. Both grunting, they sucked at each other hard as if they could not get enough. Zara pressed her full body up against Amir tightly, thrusting her cunt toward him. Hands roaming freely, they both moaned loudly as Zara finally grabbed his ass tight, pulling him into her. She could feel his shaft on her belly gradually hardening until it was poking her so hard she barely breathe. Walking forward, she forced to move backward until the back of his knees hit the daybed that was up against the wall of the bathroom and he sat down suddenly, his hard on pointing straight up from his lap. "Quick...I need to feel your fucking huge cock fill me up," she whispered urgently. Amir forcefully pulled her to him and she straddled him quickly, planting her feet flat on the floor. She quickly grabbed his rod and positioned it between her pussy lips then lowered her body, impaling herself on the full length of his manhood in one swift motion. "Oh fuck, yeah!" said Amir lustily, as her body weight brought her cervix banging into his cock head. Zara made the most of the cowgirl position, grinding down hard and rotating her hips so she was touched in all the right spots. Totally in charge of this round, she locked lips with him again and wrapping her arms around his strong back, used her legs to piston herself up and down the mighty shaft. Faster and faster she went while Amir sat barely moving, completely at her mercy. The raucous action was so hot that after a while they could no longer even hold their kiss and they just gripped each other fully in the moment of the most primal of urges. Digging her fingernails into his back, Zara came yet again clenching hard on his member. Amir reveled in the vice like grip she had on his penis which was soon awash with her cum. Fluid leaked out of her at a furious rate and his balls were soon soaked also. By now, loud shrieks and groans were the only noises in the room besides the slapping of flesh on flesh. Zara's hot, tight cunt was filled up as she pumped up and down abandoning all decorum and playing with her breasts and clit alternately. Intensely turned on, Amir got a hold of her ass with both hands and spread her ass cheeks wide apart. Looking over her shoulder he noticed for the first time, a mirror behind her. He now had a scorching visual of her riding him like a pony. To his surprise, the violent way he had grabbed her ass had caused her asshole to open wide, totally relaxed into a dark "O". The need to fuck her up the ass overcame him again and he felt the now familiar tingling rushing to his balls. Taking charge, he held her tightly around the waist so she wouldn't fall as he stood up. Startled, Zara clung to him, still stuck on his penis. "Got any lube?" he asked. "Lube? Why? Oh.... you want to fuck my tight, little ass, huh?" she answered, catching on fast. Wriggling out of his grip and feeling his cock leave her body with a low pop and a rush of her cum, she stepped over to the sink and reached in to the medicine cabinet above it. She extracted a small bottle of KY gel and rapidly squeezed some into her palm. Reaching for his rod, she made light work of lubing him up fully. "Now me," she said handing him the bottle, then bending over the sink offering her ass to him. He squeezed a few drops on to her upturned anus and rubbed it in with his middle finger. Stroking it gently, Zara moaned as his finger paused then plunged effortlessly into her chasm up to the second knuckle. Zara gripped the sink for support as her knees weakened with desire. Turning her ass up as far as she could, she felt him spread her cheeks again. Amir wasted no time and, holding his penis aimed it toward the gaping hole. Almost drooling now with expectation, he advanced the head into her, bearing firmly down until it popped in. Zara yelped with pain mixed with pleasure and he stopped for her to get accustomed to him. "You okay?" He asked. " Yeah..go ahead.. quick.....fuck my ass!" Zara started to finger her clit roughly as she spoke. Amir rammed hard into her without further ado and experienced the tightest sensation ever. Her cunt was tight but her ass was so delightfully snug as he buried himself up to the hilt in her, that he knew he would not last long in this position. The feeling was intense and he could not believe he was fucking his best friend's ass. Zara bent over the sink more, relishing the different stimulus of anal sex as he pounded her from behind. Loud gasps and screams came from both of them as they both again neared their peaks. Lost in the moment, Zara suddenly screamed and came again just a split second before Amir emptied his second load deep into her bowels. She felt the hot cum spurt into her over and over until, exhausted, they both collapsed on the floor gasping for air. Amir wrapped her in his arms and kissed her softly as his penis returned to normal and slid out of her. Hugging tightly, they lay in companionable silence for a while before taking the long shower that had been derailed earlier by hot sex. As they soaped and rinsed each other slowly and sensually, they exchanged lazy kisses and massaged each other's tired muscles. Afterwards, wrapped in huge fluffy towels, they made their way back to the bedroom and sat on the bed side by side, shoulders touching. Amir reached for Zara's hand at the same instant she reached for his. Hands clasped, they turned to look into each other's eyes seeing the love reflected there. Though unspoken, it was obvious that their relationship had gone way beyond friendship into a territory that maybe they both had wanted to explore a long time ago. They would be together forever. They were sure about that. Best Friends "What's the matter, Baby? You just kissed Brad goodbye at the VFW Hall. You aren't missing him already are you?" "Oh Dad, I think Brad is having an affair or something. He seems to have lost all interest in me." David pulled the truck off the road and into a nearby commuter lot, opened the windows and turned off the engine. He scooted across the front seat and gathered me in his arms. David hoped she couldn't feel his hard cock which had formed just from comforting her. He seemed to have a problem lately that anytime he was around her or thought of her he developed a hard-on and dreamed about ravishing her. "Okay honey, do you want to tell me what this is all about?" asked David. "You know we've been trying to get pregnant, but the past couple of months Brad doesn't seem to be interested. I know he's been working a lot, trying to get things finished before his National Guard unit had to leave. But even when he is home, his mind is always somewhere else. They say a woman can always tell. My intuition is telling me that he has a girl friend." David smiled at the thought of her as a 'woman'. She had just turned 19 two days ago. To his 42 years she seemed like such a baby. "Dad, do you remember the day Brad brought me home to meet you for the first time?" "I sure do, Baby. You were just 12 years old and it was your first day at Brad's school. You had been placed to live with your Grandmother Rose after your parents died. You were a skinny little thing with pale blonde hair and the biggest blue eyes I had ever seen. Brad brought you in the back door and announced 'Dad, this is Baby, my new best friend'." "Brad was a hero to me that day. The kids were all making fun of me about the way I was dressed and they kept pulling on my hair and calling me names. They kept saying I must be a witch cause my hair was almost white. I was crying and Brad jumped in and told them all to leave me alone or he would beat every one of them up, even the girls. I guess they were all scared because Brad was two years older than the rest of us, and he was so big." "I remember Brad telling me the story later that evening. All I could think about was that you were the prettiest little girl I had ever seen. From that day on you always called me 'Dad'. I was so proud of my son." "Dad, I know Brad always tells you everything and, if you can tell me what is going on, I would really want to know." I wonder how much she knows? How much should I tell her? Brad never told me not to mention the things he told me and I know he's filed for a divorce but he surely won't serve the papers until he gets back from his tour of duty! "Honey, what would you do if Brad was having an affair?" "Dad, I've thought about this a lot lately. I think Brad proposed to me out of a sense of duty. We had never done more than hug or kiss a little – there wasn't a wild passion like I've heard other married couples talk about. I thought it was because we were friends first. I think I pressured Brad into proposing marriage. If he's found someone to love, I would let him go." "After Grandma Rose died, you and Brad took me in to live with you. You were more like family to me than anyone else since my mom and dad. Grandma was so old and sickly when I came to live with her, but she did the best she could. Brad and I started talking about my living with you and keeping you company when he left in the fall to finish college. Brad graduated from the Junior College the day after I graduated from High School. So I told him that I didn't want to be a burden to you so I planned on getting a job and finding a room somewhere." "Baby, you were never a burden to me. Your Grandmother left you some money and with the insurance money your parents left, there was plenty. Besides I have plenty of money for both you and Brad." "Brad proposed marriage the day after our talk. The past few days I've been thinking about things and I realize he probably proposed because he was trying to take care of me like he had gotten used to doing. I don't think he ever loved me as a woman, just as a friend." "Why didn't you want to stay at home with me while Brad went to college, Baby?" David watched her blush and look away from him. God, I want to take her clothes off and make love to her right here and damn the consequences. "Come on Baby, you never have to be afraid to tell me anything." "Dad, I'm sorry but I couldn't tell Brad. I was . . . I mean I had started to have feelings.. uh not so fatherly feelings about you." "Okay Baby, we have got to talk, but I want us to be somewhere a lot more comfortable when we do. I need to make a brief stop and then I'm taking you home." "Dad, are you mad at me?" "No, not at all sweetheart, but before this is all figured out you might be very angry with me and Brad" I sat there wondering if I had imagined that hard bulge in Dad's pants when he pulled me into his arms to comfort me. I thought that lately whenever I was around Dad that I had been seeing that same bulge. I was wondering what Dad could possibly tell me that would make me angry with him. Dad pulled the truck to a stop in front of the local pharmacy. He said, "I'll be right back, please just sit here and wait for me." Dad was back in less than five minutes and he had a small white paper bag in his hand. He jumped into the truck and smiled at me. "Don't look so scared Honey, everything is going to be okay." He left town and headed in the direction of our house. When Brad and I announced our wedding plans, Dad told us he was going to build a house for us on his 120 acre farm. By the time Brad graduated from college, the house was all ready for us to just move into. The truck turned left into the drive and bumped over the gravel road toward my house, not Dad's. Dad pulled the truck to a rapid stop, which caused some of the gravel to shoot out into the yard. He grabbed the bag, jumped out of the truck and hurried around to the passenger side. He opened the door, pulled me into his arms and carried me into the house. "Dad, I can walk," I giggled. He kissed me on the lips, but not like he usually did, and I started getting that wet feeling between my legs. "I know honey, but I'm in a hurry to get things settled between us. I'm going to set you on the couch and get us a cold drink." "I have a lot to tell you. Brad came to me about seven months back. He told me he met a woman in his unit, she is actually like his boss, and he told me that they had been sleeping together. Her name is Belinda. The fool was so infatuated with her. He told me that she was used to being commanding and masterful and she had told him she wanted to have his baby." "I'm sorry to be so blunt honey, but we have got to clear things up. He was just heading out for that convention he went to in Chicago and Belinda was upset because he wouldn't let her go. I was so angry with him and I told him so. I was afraid about what this would do to you. He told me that he had arranged for us to meet at the airport lounge before he took off on Friday evening. Remember you couldn't figure out why he didn't want you to see him off?" "That makes sense to me now." "Brad told me 'I know you'll learn to love her like I do, Dad.' I was so worried about how he was going to hurt you and I was really angry with him, probably for the first time in his life. I was prepared to hate her!" "Is she pretty, Dad? What is she like?" "Honey, she is bossy and arrogant and cusses like crazy. She looks almost anorexic, with long jet black hair and she wears too much make-up." "Dad, she can't be that bad if Brad loves her." "Brad told me I wasn't seeing her at her best because she was still mad about not going with him. He told me it was her ovulation time that weekend and it meant she might have to wait another month to get pregnant." "Now I know why he isn't so eager to get me pregnant," I sobbed. "Don't cry until you find out what I did." "After Brad's plane left, I asked her to have a drink with me because I wanted to talk to her. While we were drinking I kind of slipped her a mickey." "Dad, you didn't! What were you thinking?" "I had this plan – only now it seems foolish and you cannot ever tell Brad what I did, not now." "I took her to a motel by the airport. I had this idea that I would keep her drugged and fuck the daylights out of her and get her pregnant. Then I was going to tell Brad that I saw her with someone else while he was out-of-town." "Well, it seems I did get her pregnant but when Brad came to me all excited to tell me that he was going to be a dad, I just couldn't tell him. Belinda didn't remember the weekend at all and told Brad she must have gotten her dates mixed up." "Oh Dad, what if Brad finds out?" "I don't ever intend to tell him or her. She's a dragon, she'd probably kill me!" I giggled because he looked so serious and he scowled at me. "I'm not angry Dad, it wasn't a very nice thing to do and you should be ashamed but I feel honored that you tried to save me from being hurt." "Yes Baby, and that's the only thing I can say in my defense. She's pregnant with twins." "What made you tell me about it?" "After the things you told me today, I got really excited." "What got you excited about me telling you that if Brad was in love with someone else, I would set him free?" "No, haven't you noticed lately that every time I'm around you my cock is bulging in my pants? I think when you started developing about 4 years ago, I began having dreams about making love to you. It has taken every ounce of strength I have to keep from ripping your clothes off and making mad , passionate love to you!" I jumped up and threw myself in Dad's lap. "You can't imagine how I've wondered what you felt about me; I've dreamed about you making love to me." "Sweetheart, I have one or two things to tell you before we get naked – if you still want to after you hear what else I did." "Okay, I'll be good but please hurry, I feel something hard trying to get out of your pants." "Behave yourself for just a little bit. Do you remember your wedding night?" "I remember the wedding and the reception. Brad drank a little too much and you were upset with him. I saw you take him aside and talk to him. You came over and handed me a drink, I threw the bouquet, Brad fell down after taking off my garter and you threw it for him. Then you took Brad up to our room and I followed you. You had me sit in the lounge area while you helped Brad get undressed. The last thing I remember is you telling me to relax and drink up." "The next thing I can recall is waking up the next morning, I was naked in bed, next to Brad who was also naked and snoring. I had been so afraid of our wedding night since I was still a virgin, but I guess it was okay because I had dried cum and a little blood on the sheets, but I don't remember any pain." "I knew the two of you had not been intimate, Brad told me you were a virgin and that even though he had been with a few girls, he was afraid of disappointing you or hurting you. I think that's why he drank so much at the reception." "Brad was so drunk that I knew he wasn't in any shape to perform. When I undressed him I helped him get into the other bed. Then I came out and you were so beautiful, I kissed you, not like a dad, like a lover." "I don't remember that." "In a way, I wish you could. I don't know if you thought I was Brad or what but you whispered 'please help me out of this dress and take me to bed. I'm ready to be your woman'." "I helped you out of your wedding dress. You were practically naked under your dress and well, I just had to touch you. Before I knew what I was doing we were in bed and I was taking your virginity. You were wonderful, everything I had ever dreamed about." "I knew you and Brad planned on having a family, I knew you were not on any birth control, but my cock pumped so much cum into your cunt that night, I prayed that I made you pregnant. We spent most of the night fucking like rabbits. Just before dawn I put Brad in bed with you and I got dressed and left." "Dad, I should be mad at you, but I'm more excited now than I have ever been. Perhaps on some level I do remember that night in your arms and I thought about how different Brad made love after that. Do you think we can do it again?" "Do what again, Baby?" "Fuck like rabbits! I want you to put a baby in my belly." "You blush so cute when you talk sexy. I just have one more thing I have to do and then I plan on fucking you and teaching you many more ways to make love. I have to know if you have any doubts at all because once I make love to you again, I have no intention on ever stopping. Brad is my son and has always been your friend and things could get a little messy." "I have no doubts, Dad. I want you to be the father of all my babies. I know it will be awkward between Brad and I at first, but we are friends and I would like that to continue if it's at all possible." "Alright Baby, I need you to take off your panties and pee for me. Why are you blushing now?" "I took my panties off in the truck at the pharmacy. When you pulled me close to comfort me when I was crying, I felt your cock get very hard and I planned on being prepared if I got the chance again." I made my way to the bathroom and Dad followed me. I grinned over my shoulder at him as I lifted my dress over my head. Dad growled, "just you wait young woman. Now sit down and start to pee." Dad was holding two strips of white and as I spread my legs and started to pee, he passed those two strips through my stream of urine. "Now, we have to wait five minutes." "Oh no you don't, I can't wait anymore. My cunt is on fire and you have to do something about it." I threw my arms around his neck and started kissing him. "Baby." Dad moaned as he picked me up off the toilet and carried me to my bed. He started kissing me on the cheek, my neck, just below my ear and then the top of my breast as his hands were frantically trying to unhook my bra. "This will be the last time I have to struggle to get a bra off of you woman! I plan on keeping you naked, bare foot and very pregnant from now on. I want at least six children with you as their mom." I giggled until he grabbed my breast and gently rolled my nipples between his fingers. I reached down and started undoing his pants. As I pulled down the zipper his cock popped out. I wrapped my hand around it firmly. His cock was so hard but the skin was soft and there were drops of pre-cum forming on the very tip. Dad was pulling off his clothes and as I grabbed his cock he sucked in a deep breath. "Careful Baby, I don't want to waste one drop of my cum. I want to put a baby in your belly today – the first time we're together again." My cunt was dripping wet and I felt it running down between the cheeks of my ass. "Baby, I can't wait another second," and Dad plunged his cock all the way in until our pubic bones met. My cunt greedily sucked him in and he slowly started to pull it out. I yelled, "don't stop, please fuck me hard, please Dad, fuck me hard and fast. Dad, I'm going to CUM!" "Cum Baby, cum for me and then I'm going to fill your cunt with lots of my sperm and start them swimming through your womb to start our first baby," Dad screamed. He plunged in hard and deep and I could feel his cum squirting against my cervix. I came so hard my body was shaking. I had never had an orgasm so intense or so wonderful. It was so beautiful that I started to cry. "Did I hurt you? Honey, I'm so sorry. Next time I will take it slower." "No you don't, you didn't hurt me, it was just so marvelous, I will always remember how we started our first little angel." "Dad, should I stop calling you 'Dad' now and start calling you David?" "No darling, I love it when you call me Dad. I especially love it when you're screaming out for me to fuck you," he grinned. Dad rolled over so I was on top while his cock remained in me. His cock was not softening, it was still hard and some of his cum and mine was oozing out around where his cock was rammed into my cunt. "I thought you over-the-hill guys took a little longer to rise again to the occasion," I giggled. He swatted my ass and said, "enough talk about our age difference, young woman. I'll just have to show you what the father of your children can do." He grabbed my hips and started lifting my ass up and down on his cock. I couldn't believe how strong and special his cock felt as it filled my cunt. "God, Dad, you feel so good in my cunt. It's like your cock was made for me. I don't ever want you to stop fucking me." After Dad filled my cunt for a second time, we were both wet from sweat and cum juices. He picked me up and carried me to the shower. As he adjusted the water temperature, he glanced over at the sink and started yelling and laughing. "What's so funny?" "We did it, Baby! The first test I ran from your pee shows that Brad did not make you pregnant. The second strip shows you are ovulating. I bet we just made our first baby." Best Friends Carrie and I have been friends for 4 years. It was a chance meeting; she and her husband Ryan were looking to purchase a used car from my husband and me. We soon learned, our husbands had served together in the Air Force and knew some of the same people, although they had never met, and she and I were in the same line of work. We became "couple friends" the four of us double dating and enjoying each other's friendship. From this, Carrie and I became best friends. It wasn't unusual for us to go shopping and out to dinner alone, leaving our husbands to do the macho things on their own. This particular weekend, the boys were on a fishing trip. Carrie invited me over for dinner for a girls' night while they were away. I brought the wine and she made a delicious dinner. We were through our second bottle of wine when the conversation started to become more personal. Carrie, for the first time mentioned her first husband to me. I knew she and Ryan had both been married previously, but she had never offered any details, and I had never thought to ask. She told me how she and her first husband married young, and had a very active and open sex life. Carrie then started to tell me how she and her previous husband had been into partner swapping, and threesomes. She then explained that Ryan didn't have any idea about her past experiences as he was to straight-laced and wouldn't understand. Carrie confided in me the one thing she would love to experience again is to have sex with another woman. Right then, I knew what she had in mind, and I was more that willing to go along. One of my secret fantasies was to be with another woman, and now the opportunity had presented itself. We dipped into the third and final bottle of wine and headed up to her Jacuzzi. I was really happy I had shaved my legs and arms this morning. As soon as the tub was filled with water Carrie unabashedly got undressed and dropped her clothes on the floor. I knew Carrie was sort of a closet nudist, but her comfort with her nakedness quietly proved it. I had never realized how large her breasts were. She easily had to be a D cup, which was very surprising as she is only 5 foot 2 and weighs no more than 115 pounds. Her long brown hair was tied into a ponytail I got undressed and followed her in. The tub was warm and inviting, and we sat there in an awkward moment of silence I wondered who would make the first move. Just then, Carrie slid up along side of me and planted a long, wet, deep, kiss on my lips. It was an incredibly soft kiss, nothing like kissing any man. Her hand then moved onto my breast and gently began circling my nipple with her long slender finger. I placed the palm of my hand on her breast and she let out a gentle moan. Her hand moved from my breasts to my throbbing red furred nether region as she expertly rubbed my swollen, erect clit. It's true that when you have the equipment, you know better what to do with it. In no time I was moaning and moving my hips with the rhythm of her hand. I soon lost myself in the hum of the Jacuzzi jets and the motion of her hand on my clit. I moaned and felt myself come in waves. Carrie then pulled herself onto the edge of the tub and spread her legs in an invitation for me to taste her pink swollen pussy. I put my head between her smooth pubic area and began licking her clit and outer lips in an up and down motion. She let out an encouraging moan. I could tell her pussy was getting more wet with each stroke. When she was sufficiently wet I plunged two fingers into her moist hole. Her pussy was tight as I slid my fingers in and out of her. I could feel her tighten around my digits as she bucked her hips and gave me a seductive glance downward. She got back into the warm bubbling water and took filled both of our wine glasses again. This time Carrie threw both of her legs over the side of the tub and placed her pussy against one of the jets of the Jacuzzi. I sat behind her and played with her swollen tits while she got herself off from the pulsating water. After she was done for a second time she climbed out of the tub and pulled out two towels and offered me one. We dried off and grabbed our wine glasses as we retired to the adjoining bedroom. Carrie reached under her bed and pulled out a plastic bin of dildos that she intended to on me as well as herself. Incredibly, she showed me what she called her "bunny." It was a purple dildo with a rabbit head attached. The rabbit's ears were meant to stimulate the clit and beads on the bottom rotated in a clockwise motion. When she turned it on I was fascinated by the complexity of it. When she put it in me I came almost instantly. I made a note to order one of those for myself the next day! She then dug into her "bag of tricks" and pulled out a double ended dildo. Carrie then instructed me to get on my hands and knees doggie style. With me in that position, she the stuck one end of this 14 inch monster into me. As it stretched me I at first felt a little pain, but then it surprisingly felt good as it stretched me to unknown places. She then assumed the same position as she inserted the other half into herself. She then began pumping her ass back against mine as she rode her half of the double dong. Soon we were able to get a harmonious rhythm going. I glanced down between my own legs and could see her pink nippled D cups swaying in rhythm. I could hear her moaning and squealing with each pump of her hips as she achieved orgasm for a third time that night. Her energy and vocalizing got me hot and I soon got off as well, the massive dong punishing me with pleasure, shooting my come down my trembling thighs, As we both collapsed happy and flushed, Carrie told me to stay the night. She said she thought I had had too much to drink and she didn't want me to drive home, but I knew the real reason she wanted me to stay. Needless to say, I can't wait for our husbands' next weekend fishing trip. Best Friends The two girls giggled as they got out of the car. They got their schoolbags from the backseat and the dark one also picked up a holdall with her things for the weekend. They ran to the front door to avoid getting too wet in the rain and the blonde girl opened the door. As soon as they were inside they threw their bags on the floor and embraced. The blonde girl placed her lips on the dark girl's lips and started kissing her. Soon the dark girl replied by parting her lips and their tongues entwined as they devoured each other's mouths. When they eventually tore themselves apart their breathing was ragged and their lipstick was smeared. They looked at each other and smiled. They'd been planning this weekend for weeks. Now that they were 18 their parents finally thought that they were old and responsible enough to be left unsupervised for a weekend. Then Tanya's mother announced that she was going to a conference the same weekend as her father's sales trip. They hadn't been too keen to let her stay on her own, and suggested she invite her best friend Mary to stay with her. Mary's parents had agreed and so it had been decided. What the parents didn't know was that the girls, best friends since kindergarten, had recently developed a taste for each other's pussies. It had come as a surprise to them both. They'd considered themselves straight and they'd dated half the male population of their school. Then, not so long ago, they'd been on a double date with twins and they'd ended up fucking in the twins' basement. While the twins fucked them doggie style they'd encouraged the girls to start kissing. The girls enjoyed this and soon they were playing with each other's tits as well. The next day, in the privacy of Mary's bedroom, they'd started kissing again and caressing each other's tits. Then Tanya has asked Mary if she may touch her pussy and Mary had said yes. That afternoon they'd brought each other to an orgasm using their fingers. They still loved boys, and they still fucked around a lot, but ever since then they'd been getting more and more adventurous with their games with each other. They now ate each other's pussy on a regular basis (once even during lunch break in school) and for this weekend they'd bought some nice big dildos to see what it would be like to fuck each other with them. They thought that maybe they were lesbians after all and this weekend was part of a project where they figured out whether they actually needed boys to satisfy them. One thing boys didn't have were tits and they both loved playing with each other's. "You little whore," Tanya said to Mary as she unbuttoned her shirt. "You've been teasing me by going braless all day today." "Hey," Mary protested and grabbed her friend's butt, "I only took my bra off after you bent over in that miniskirt and showed off your ass." The girls giggled again and continued undressing each other. Tanya was 5'7" and had long blonde hair and green eyes. She had a fairly slim waist, but wide hips and matching big D-cup tits. Mary was slightly shorter at 5'6" and her hair was shoulder length and chestnut brown. She had brown eyes and a slightly slimmer body. Her pride and joy were her nipples that stood out like small dark red cherries from her C-cup tits when she was excited. Soon they were both naked and they hugged, squeezing their tits between them. "Let's go to my bedroom," Tanya said. "But you only have a single bed," Mary protested. "I thought we decided to do this properly. Let's use your parents' double bed. We'll change the sheets before they get back and if they ask us why you just tell them that I was snoring and you couldn't sleep." "That's a great idea!" Tanya agreed. "OK, you take your bag to my parents' bedroom and I'll go get the stuff from my room." Mary went to the big bedroom and pulled out two huge dildos. She and Tanya had gone to a sex shop in the city to get them the previous weekend and the sales assistant had promised that they were the most lifelike fake penises they sold. Soon Tanya came with a bottle of baby oil and a tube of lube. "Come here, babe," Tanya said and Mary walked into her arms. They kissed passionately and grinded their pussy mounds against each other. "Did you shave this morning?" Mary asked. "Yeah, and so did you," Tanya concluded. Both girls preferred their pussies smooth and it was a testament to how important this weekend was that they'd made a special effort to be completely free from hair. Tanya opened the bottle of baby oil and poured some in her hand. She then put her hands together before placing them on Mary's firm tits. Both girls sighed happily at this contact and Mary bit her lip as Tanya started softly kneading her tits. Soon it was Mary's turn to return the favour and she spent a long time exploring the pink peaks of her friend's massive tits. They took each other's hands and looked at each other. They were both flushed and their tits were glistening in the soft light. Once again they poured some baby oil in their hands and started caressing each other. In no time they were both covered in oil and their embraces were slippery and even more erotic than before. "I'm getting hungry for pussy," Tanya whispered in Mary's ear. "Me too," Mary replied. "69?" "I thought you'd never ask. Can I go on top?" "Sure." Mary walked over to the bed and lay down on her back. Tanya followed, stopped to kiss Mary for a while and then straddled Mary's face. Her pussy was dripping as Mary's tongue gently caressed her slit. She parted Mary's legs and dove in for a pussy feast. Mary's pussy tasted so good. She wiggled her tongue across Mary's engorged clit and immediately felt Mary doing the same to her. This was a favourite game of theirs. They did something to the other's pussy and immediately had it repeated on themselves. Mary then let her tongue travel to the source of the juiciness and penetrated Tanya's tight cunt. Tanya struggled for breath, but she returned the action and was rewarded with a huge pool of sweet juice for her to drink. Soon the two girls were slurping and moaning as they ate each other simultaneously. Neither of them paid any attention to the sounds coming from outside as their well oiled bodies brought each other the pleasure that they loved to share. Calvin Richards had had the worst day. First his biggest customer had gone bankrupt and then the company he was going to sell to this weekend had been taken over and the new parent company had a different supplier. This morning he'd been looking at a fat bonus this month, but now it looked like he wasn't even going to hit his target. On top of everything, his secretary and mistress had announced that she was going to get married and that was the end of their affair. Now he was heading home to face Tanya and her friend Mary who had been left alone in the house for the weekend. The amount of whispering and giggling that had gone on lately meant, he was sure, that they'd planned for some boys to come around. He knew that Tanya wasn't a virgin and whatever Tanya did, Mary did too, and vice versa. They were going to be really upset when he came home to thwart their plans. He had for a moment considered checking into a local motel so as not to spoil their weekend, but with no bonus and his mistress ending their affair there seemed little point to it. He'd much rather go home and spend the evening ogling that sweet little Mary. She sure had turned out nice. He was a tit-man and Mary's tits were nothing on Tanya's, but he sure loved how they bounced in those low cut tops and Mary seemed to have a thing for going braless. He pulled into the drive and noted that Tanya's car was there. He was a little bit confused by the fact that the only lights on in the house seemed to come from his own bedroom, but they'd just remodelled the en suite bathroom so he guessed the girls were getting ready for their dates in there. He opened the front door and heard some muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. Somehow he decided against announcing his presence and just walked down the hallway towards the sounds. They were definitely not the sounds of two teenagers getting ready for dates. It sounded more like... Calvin remained standing in the doorway. It was as though someone had gone into his brain and retrieved his wildest fantasies and turned it into a live porn act. On his bed were two oiled up teenage beauties, eating each other in the most beautiful act of 69 he'd ever witnessed. He could tell from their moans that they weren't far from coming. Each girl was using both her mouth and her fingers to get the other one to cum now. He felt his cock growing harder and harder in his shorts and he was dying to strip and join the act, but he didn't dare move for fear of disturbing the act before him. His own daughter was pumping her best friend with four fingers now as she licked and sucked the magnificent clit. He couldn't see much of what Mary was doing, but it seemed as though her entire hand had gone up Tanya's snatch. Then Mary shrieked and her body went into convulsions. This made Tanya let herself go as well and she buried her face in Mary's snatch as she cried out with passion. As soon as their orgasms had passed Tanya moved up and lay on top of Mary, sticking her tongue into her mouth and devouring her as their legs tangled and their tits squashed against each other. He knew he should turn around, walk away and pretend this had never happened. But he'd seen the dildos and he knew that these girls weren't happy with just fingers and tongues. And why use a dildo when he had a perfectly hard cock? "Hi girls," he said casually, hiding the pounding of his pulse as he strode into the room. "Any room for a third?" "Daddy?" Tanya was surprised, but made no attempt to hide her nudity. "Mr Richards!" Mary smiled. "Yes on both accounts," he smiled and stroked his hard-on through his clothes. "And I'm feeling a little bit overdressed in your company." The girls looked at each other for a couple of seconds and then Mary got up and took his jacket out of his hands and threw it on the floor. She then pulled his tie off and finally pulled his shirt open, not bothering to unbutton it first. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her magnificent tits against his hairy chest. Her lips met his and she kissed him deeply. "Tanya knows how I've fancied you for a long time," she said to him with a cheeky smile. This was news to Calvin. "Really, how much?" "Enough for me to want to pull your trousers off and see if this bulge really delivers what it promises." "Sounds good to me." Hell, it sounded like heaven. A beautiful girl like this wanting to fuck him? He'd died and gone to heaven. Then he remembered his daughter who was lying on the bed with her hand in her hairless pussy. "How about you, Tanya? Do you mind if I fuck Mary?" "I'll let you fuck Mary on one condition, daddy," she said with a big smile. "What's that?" "That you fuck me too." Was this really happening to him? His beautiful naked daughter with the gorgeous big tits wanted him to fuck her. He knew it was wrong. He knew he should feel guilty, but all he could feel was lust. Lust for the horny teenagers in his bedroom. "Are you really sure you want me to fuck you, Tanya?" he asked. "Yes, daddy," she said and got up off the bed. "Fuck me daddy, fuck your little girl like the slut she is." It was music to his ears. He took the two girls in his arms and started kissing them. Their three tongues played with each other and all of a sudden he was naked with two hands stroking his pulsating cock. Tanya moved away and got the baby oil. She squirted some in Mary's hands and then in her own hands and then across Mary's and her chests. Soon the girls were rubbing oil all over him with their tits and ever so often their hands would not only rub his arms and legs, but also his thick 8 inches of hot meat. "Mary," Tanya said after a while. "You suck my daddy's cock while I let him taste my pussy." Calvin lay on his back on the bed and Tanya straddled his face. Mary then wrapped her sweet lips around his swollen cockhead and sucked him down her throat. He almost shot a load right then as his cock was almost completely engulfed by her mouth. He'd had his cock sucked a lot of times, but never like this. Tanya must have noticed something because she laughed. "Mary's been practising deep throating on this huge dildo at home. Isn't she great?" He replied by flicking his tongue across Tanya's pleasure nub as he slipped his fingers into her hot snatch. He tried to concentrate on the job at hand, but it was damn hard with that vixen swallowing his cock whole only to start sucking his balls the next moment and then sucking him inside her mouth again. Just as he was thinking that he wouldn't be able to last very long, Tanya pulled Mary up from his cock and wrapped her arms around her. He could feel Mary's wet pussy against his chest as the girls embraced and kissed. He looked sideways into the mirror and witnessed their tit play. His own cock was resting against Mary's ass. He wished he had a camera at hand. Mary then moved backwards and slid her wet slit across the base of his hard cock a couple of times before she used her hand to guide him inside her. As she slowly lowered herself onto his cock he moaned into his daughter's pussy. He hadn't had a cunt this tight for years. And she was so wet and welcoming for him. She slowly started riding him and he moved his hips in unison with her. He moved his hand with the same pace in and out of Tanya's dripping cunt. Soon he could feel her wiggling her hips faster and he picked up the pace. Tanya stopped kissing Mary and she cried out as she came around her daddy's fingers. He looked at Mary as Tanya stepped off his face and he reached up to feel those magnificent bouncing tits. Tanya kissed him and licked her pussy juices off his face and then she moved towards the base of the bed. She made him spread his legs and she crawled between them. "Pass me the lube, daddy," she asked him and he reached for it on his night stand. She applied plenty of gel on her index finger and then she slowly started penetrating Mary's ass with it. Mary cried out with pleasure and leaned across Calvin's chest and started kissing him as his daughter finger fucked her ass. Then he himself nearly shrieked with surprise as he felt Tanya's tongue on his balls. It was wonderful. Mary was pumping him faster and faster now and he knew that the minute she came he was going to have to release the load that was now boiling in his balls. Tanya kept licking his balls and fingering Mary's ass. He'd only ever been in one threesome before and it was nothing compared with what these two teenagers were doing for him. "I'm cumming," Mary moaned. "I'm fucking cumming. Mr Richards, I'm gonna cum right now!!!!!!" "Cum, baby!" he cried back and Mary responded with a loud cry and then her cunt squeezed his cock so hard he thought he was going to burst, and burst he did. He grunted out as he started shooting his heavy load straight up to Mary's womb. Mary grinded her pussy down against his pubic bone for the entirety of their orgasms and only when they both recovered their breathing did she attempt to move. "Do it slowly," Tanya called out to her. Mary slowly got up, letting the massive cock out of its hot cave inch by inch. All the while Tanya was there with her tongue, licking Mary's juices off her daddy's cock and finally, as his massive head popped out, she caught the flood of his semen as it escaped her best friend's well fucked hole. They all embraced and kissed again, Tanya shared her daddy's cum with Mary and Calvin took time to pinch and play with the four firm tits at his disposal. "Daddy," Tanya giggled. "You just came and you're still hard." "That's because I haven't fucked you yet, baby." "Oh, I'd heard that once an old guy had an orgasm he wouldn't be able to have another for a few hours." "Old guy? I'm only 42, young lady. And there's some truth to that. It'll take me longer to cum the next time, but that'll only prolong your pleasure." The girls giggled again. Tanya whispered something to Mary and Mary giggled and nodded. "Daddy?" Tanya asked. "Will you fuck me doggie style?" "Sure, baby. And what will we do with Mary?" "See those dildos? I'll fuck Mary with one of those." It was music to his ears. Mary was soon on her back and Calvin squirted a generous amount of lubricant into and around the cunt that he'd just received such pleasure from. Then Tanya kneeled between her legs and started penetrating the girl with one of the huge dildos. On closer inspection he could see that they were even bigger than his cock. They must be at least 10 inches long and as thick as the girls' forearms. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it as he watched the scene before his eyes. It was beautiful. "OK, daddy," Tanya called out. "Are you ready to fuck your little girl's pussy?" He got up behind her and started slapping her beautiful round ass with his shaft. He watched as Tanya massaged Mary's clit while she slowly pulled the dildo almost all the way out. He waited for Tanya to start pushing the dildo back inside and then he pulled her pussylips open and shoved his entire length into his daughter's cunt. Tanya cried out as she felt the biggest cock she'd ever experienced stretch her tight wet hole. "Oh yeah, daddy!!!!! Fuck me good!!!!" He intended to do just that. He quickly built up a fast pace and slammed into his baby girl from behind, harder and harder each time. This was the type of fucking he liked. Fast and furious. He reached around and grabbed Tanya's big tits. He kneaded and pulled at them as he fucked her. He could feel the momentum of his thrusts in her heavy tits and it made him fuck her harder. Tanya was in fuck heaven. Never before had a cock given her so much pleasure. All those boys she and Mary had fucked... They were nothing compared with a man like her dad. She emulated the speed and power that her dad's cock rammed her with on Mary. She closed her lips around Mary's clit as she pounded her cunt with the lifelike dildo. The room smelled of sweat, pussy and cock. The aroma of sex lay thick and was mixed with the sounds of fucking. Wet slaps and slurps filled the air as the time ticked away. The girls' moans got ever more intense. Mary kneaded her tits and pulled her huge nipples in an attempt to keep herself from cumming, but to no avail. She had to surrender to the size of the rubber cock and Tanya's expert mouth. She almost screamed as she reached her orgasm. Tanya pulled out the dildo and caught Mary's pussy squirts in her mouth. That was enough to send her over the edge. Her pussy squeezed her daddy's cock hard as she groaned with pleasure. But daddy kept fucking her. And then he pulled out when she was done cumming, without cumming himself. "Get on your back, Tanya," he panted. "NOW!" She did as she was told and daddy pulled her legs up by her ankles. "Take her ankles Mary," he commanded and the brunette pulled Tanya's legs parallel with her body, lifting her ass and opening her pussy for him to admire. He then got into position and impaled her on his cock once more. His mouth met Mary's as he started pumping his daughter in this new position. He reached down further and grabbed one of her big nipples between his teeth and bit it. He sucked on her tit for a while and then moved to the next one, still pumping Tanya's cunt with his rock hard shaft. Tanya's cunt was so tight and wet around his cock. Mary's tits were the tastiest he'd ever sucked on. He didn't want this to end. The girls' moans told him that they'd be happy to go all night. But all good things must come to an end and he knew he didn't have far to go. Best Friends "Tanya," he mumbled against Mary's tit. "Rub your clit. Make yourself cum again." Tanya reached down and started rubbing herself hard. There was so much moisture down there that it didn't take much to make it pleasurable. Her cunt was battered, her whole body was exhausted, but she managed to bring herself to one final orgasm. She cried out as her cunt squeezed her daddy's shaft for the second time that evening. And Calvin finally got his release inside his daughter's cunt. He shot several generous squirts into her womb before he collapsed on top of her. "You girls are wonderful," he finally managed to say as he let Tanya's legs down, his cock still buried inside her. "It's late. Why don't we sleep now and continue this in the Jacuzzi tomorrow morning?" "Can't Mary eat your cum from my pussy first?" Tanya asked him. "No sweetheart," he smiled at his daughter. "I want you two to sleep on either side of me and I want my seed to rest safely inside you until tomorrow morning. OK?" "OK, daddy," Tanya smiled. "Goodnight." "Goodnight Mr Richards," Mary quipped in. "Goodnight my little sluts," he kissed them both and smiled as he felt their tits against him. "Get plenty of rest because tomorrow we're doing it all again." Best Friends I can't remember a time when we were not friends. We've known each other since before kindergarten. Twenty years later, you're a single mom and I'm just single. I listen as you complain that you wish you could find someone with whom you can share all of your secrets. You tell me that you want someone who doesn't laugh at you for wanting to be a dancer. You tell me all of your secret desires and dreams. (I already knew that you wanted to be a Rockette, you know.) As you tell me of your latest dating disaster, I get Ronnie ready for bed. (Did you know she hates the Barbie pajamas your ex-mother gave her?) I hear you tell me we need to find me a partner so our children can grow up together and be best friends like we are. (You've been the only one to accept me as I am. You stood by me even when my parents disowned me.) Or, you suggest, I could just get fertilized and not bother with a partner. (You think I don't see how hard it is for you and Ronnie? How many times have you told me if I weren't around, you could never raise her by yourself?) After calming Ronnie's excitement about her 3rd birthday party in a month, I let you give Ronnie her last kiss goodnight before I turn the light off. Since it's my night off and tomorrow is your day off, we talk well into the night. It's like we're 16 again. I comb your hair as the cleansing masks dry on our faces. (You know I always envied your curly hair.) You lament the fact that there is no one out there with whom you can share your life. (Haven't you noticed that you already are?) As you wash the mask off your face, I make a mess of the chocolate martinis. Laughing, you tease me about my lack of "wifely" skill. (When did you ever make a martini as a wife?) As you fix the drinks, I remind you how we paid for college. You were safe behind the bar mixing drinks while I danced for a bunch of drunks. I never did learn how to make drinks right. You tease me back. "While you were having men you didn't want fall at your feet, I had to work to find my own rich husband." Not wanting to remind you that your ex is neither rich nor husband material, I hold my tongue. You already discovered he was cheating on you and now that he doesn't want to see Ronnie, I leave that barb alone. "Let me braid your hair!" I know a demand when I hear one. Bringing our drinks, I settle onto the floor so you can sit on the couch behind me. You tell me that I have wonderful hair -- sleek and straight. Too straight I tell you. You laugh and tell me that everyone has something that's straight; mine just happens to be my hair. (If everyone has something that's straight, does everyone have something that's gay?) As you run your fingers through my hair, I put my drink on the coffee table and just enjoy the sensation. You stir goose bumps on the back of my neck. I try to distract myself. Ronnie is upstairs safely tucked in bed. I can hear her soft breathing through the baby monitor. You pull out the French braid you created out and weave my hair into a complicated pattern. Suddenly you jump up and tell me that you have just the thing. I use your absence to remind myself that we are best friends, only friends. I quickly gulp my drink. You come back with dried flowers and white ribbon. Gently you brush my hair out again. Your long fingernails stroke the back of my neck. (You know what you are doing to me.) The news prattles on television. I try to focus on it – anything to remind myself that I haven't known an intimate touch in over two years. Quickly you bind my hair, entwining the ribbon and flowers. I don't know why you waited so long to become a hairdresser. You make the most lackluster locks lovely. (Alliteration, I must really need to distract myself.) As you finish, I make up silly haikus. You laugh at my musings. (Your laughter fills me, with one thousand little joys, when will you be mine?) Handing me a mirror, you tell me that I'm ready. (I have to admit, the baby's breathe and white ribbon contrast nicely with my black hair.) "Look at the back," you demand. Instead of letting me up to go to the bathroom mirror, you turn my head and hold another mirror for me. If people could store hairstyles in museums, you'd have your own permanent exhibit. Without any warning, you begin rubbing my bare neck. Giving into the relaxing pleasure, I lean against your legs. Your hands move under my bra straps, pushing them down. All I can concentrate on is your touch. As my breathing becomes heavy, you giggle. (I try to ignore that you're you. I try to pretend that I'm watching CSPAN.) Using your fingernails, you fondle my bare flesh. When I ask you to stop, you want to know why. (What can I tell you? You're my best friend, that I've loved you for as long as I've understood love, but you ARE my best friend?) Leaning next to my ear, you breath, "Don't you like it?" When I tell you I like it too much, you laugh again. I can feel your soft lips on my ear. Your teeth pull gently at my lobe. I give up. I give in. I may as well enjoy drowning. Your warm tongue traces circles on the back of my neck and I'm torn. Should I turn around and kiss you back, or just try to control my growing desire? You made the decision for me. Pulling your leg over my head, you slide off the couch, around my body and into my lap. I run my hands over your course hair; the feeble braid I made quickly unwinds. Your hair is wild and your deep, dark, blue eyes smolder. Your cheek caresses mine as you kiss my neck. The touch ignites little wildfires in my body. Grasping the back of my neck, you pull my head toward you and kiss my forehead, my eyes, and my cheeks. "Really, it's ok," you tell me. The conflict must show vividly on my face. I wanted this for so long, but don't want to risk our friendship. "Why do you think I've made sure you know I haven't had any good dates lately?" Any answer I could give is cut off when you kiss me firmly on the lips. My mouth opens to receive you. Unlike the hesitant touch I expected, you unfalteringly draw me into your mouth. That I'm the hesitant one and you so confident and bold pleases me. You grind your hips against me. I can feel your warmth through your pajamas. Holding onto your round, tight buttocks, I kiss you deeper. (You may be acting confident, but I'm the one with the experience.) Holding onto you, I shift and slam you to the floor. For a moment I thought your intake of breath was pain. The floors are soft and I guided you away from the coffee table. (I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you. Gods, what did I do?) Then I notice, you are smiling and looking at me. "Are you being shy or do you want me to beg?" Your small question becomes a big challenge as you hold me with your eyes. I pull your arms from around my neck, grab your wrists, straddle you and hold you down. (Are you breathing that heavily or is it me?) I kiss you roughly and press my body against yours. (How could your ex not know what he had?) You move against my body. Rubbing yourself on me, you arch your back. Running my hands roughly down your arms, your throat, your shoulders, your sides, I want to make love to you quickly and roughly. But, you've never been with a woman before and I want to make sure you know how much better it is. I caress your small breasts through your pajamas. Your nipples are like Christmas candies, hard and dark. I pinch you gently at first until I hear your moans. I rip open your pajamas. (I'll buy you new ones. These were old and flimsy anyway.) I just stare at your beautiful, soft body. "Oh, don't look. Even after two years I still have stretch marks." You are my Venus. How can I convince you of that? Instead of words, I begin painting you with kisses. Starting with your lips (You try to hold me tightly against to you, but I grab your arms again and pull them around me softly), I kiss my way down. I gently lip your shoulders. When you whisper "harder" to me, I use teeth. Your breasts are rising and falling rapidly. I begin massaging one with my hand. I didn't think your nipples could get any harder, but they do. Unable to restrain myself any longer, I begin sucking on your breasts. My tongue traces circles around your nipples. The hand I was using to massage your breast moved downward. Through what's left of your pajamas, I can feel your hot, wet mound. Clumsily, you fondle my breasts. Suddenly, I feel you opening my pants. Your hands are shaking. Your whole body is shivering. (How to warm you up?) I press on your clitoris; you press against my hand. You whimper as I stop rubbing you so I can remove my clothing. You've seen me naked before but tonight I see you comparing your body to mine. I've displayed my body for as long I've had to support myself. I've never been shy before, but tonight, I am. "I can't believe you can look at me. You're so gorgeous." What can I say to you to rebuild what your ex- tore down? You are beautiful. If I were a master painter, all of my works would be of you? But the only thing I say... "You are one of the most attractive women I know. Bar none." Hopefully you realize that I'm not exaggerating. Six nights a week I dance with woman who know they are beautiful, but none hold a candle to you. "Come here." I pull you up from the floor and we go into the downstairs bedroom. (How many times have I masturbated down here knowing that you were only ten feet above my head?) I guide you toward the bed planning to lay you down. "No," your sudden refusal leaves me confused until my brain registers the rest of what you said. "I want to be on top." Have I ever in my life refused you anything? I lay back on top of the covers. "Don't mess your hair ... that's for me to do," you continue shyly. I watch you finish undressing. Your eyes capture mine as you crawl up my body. You trail your hair up my thighs and over my bush. You push my legs apart as you reposition yourself next to me. Tentatively, you insert one finger. I wince as a hangnail catches me. At your stricken look, I comfort you, tell you it's ok, and take your hand to my mouth. I gently clip your hangnail with my teeth. Then I suck on your fingers. I kiss the palm of your hand. Put your fingers into my hot, wet mouth. Running my tongue around your nails, I imagine how this would feel if your fingers were elsewhere. You close your eyes and sink into the bed. (Didn't he ever do this?) Cautiously, I finger your clitoris, which has become so engorged that I don't need to spread your labia to find it. As I see your body spasm, I tell you to lie down and you obey. Releasing your hand, I shimmy down the length of the bed and put myself between your legs. You smell like the sunrise on the ocean. I've always loved the beach. Gently unfolding your lips, I see your glistening clitoris and watch as your juices run from your pussy. I begin kissing your clitoris chastely. You put your hands on my head. I feel your fingers grabbing my hair. Baby's breath falls onto the bed. Kissing your clitoris doesn't seem like enough. I want you to be wild and out of control, so I begin sucking. I wrap one arm around your hips so I can draw you closer. Watching your face, I see you biting your lips trying not to scream out. Knowing that Ronnie is a heavy sleeper, I want you to scream and moan and spasm. I lap at you like a dog starting almost from your ass and ending at your beautiful, throbbing jewel. Your lips engorge with blood and become pillows for my face. I stop briefly and tongue the entrance of your cunt. You are so yielding that I can get almost an inch of my tongue inside you. You taste sweet and salty. I want you to cum even more than I want to orgasm myself. I want to hold you close and feel our bodies cool together, but tonight is for you to enjoy yourself. Watching you orgasm, feeling your muscles tighten involuntarily against my tongue is almost enough to bring me over the edge. I insert two fingers into your waiting grotto. A whimper escapes your mouth. You are so pliable. Soon I have four fingers inside of you. Rubbing the rough spot, I watch you pull a pillow over your face and scream. I feel you pushing against my hand. You want more and I want to give it to you. I slowly stuff my entire fist into your pussy and I'm surprised that I'm able to enter you so quickly. I move slowly at first until you suddenly sit up on my fist, grab my hair, and begin grinding my fist deeper than I imagine possible. (You're hurting my arm and pulling out my hair, but you are so beautiful with sweat running down your face and dripping off your breasts; I can deny you nothing.) After a few seconds, a loud, guttural, animal scream escapes your throat. You begin to spasm. Your legs shiver uncontrollably. Your arms jerk spastically. Your cunt grabs my fist like it's never going to let go. Then bonelessly, you fall back onto the waiting bed. After a minute or so, your body calms down. I pull my hand out of you and gently run it up and down your sides. Every so often you twitch and shiver. I throw off the sweaty bedspread and get you under the blankets. Your eyes can't seem to focus on any one spot. "Is ... it ... al-always... l-l-l-like this," you stammer through chattering teeth. "With you it is," I tell you with a smile. "I, but, you, do you..." another spasm rocked your body. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head. "You need? You want? Just tell me." You stammered. I just wanted to watch you. I wrap my arms around you and watch as you fall asleep surrounded by small white flowers. Ronnie looks up at me. "Teacher says that we're supposed to draw about our families. She says you're not my real mommy. Will the baby be my real brother or sister?" "Tell your teacher that you have two real mommies who love you and, yes, the baby will really be your real brother or sister." Rubbing my bulging belly, I scoot Ronnie over on to make room for you to join us on the couch. Best Friends "May 2nd, 2002", I had read it for the first time since she first wrote it to me. This was the day she moved with her new family she decided to 'inherit' in what I considered an unusual marriage which wasn't expected by me. Here's what she wrote me, "Dear Ken, as you always will know, I am going to love you with all my heart and soul, forever. When I met Harry, I had no idea that you moved in the apartment below us. I didn't know you were... well you know that story Ken. I know you do. I love you Ken and I always will, but I also love Harry. He is a wonderful loving man and father. His kids are wonderful. His daughter and I get along so well together. Ken dear, I will write soon, but how often, I don't know. I'm sure you can understand, now that I am married, our relationship is probably over, sadly enough. I become sad while reading the part over which I've just wrote. We always will be friends... always, I'm sure of it. Ken, I will miss you deeply and again, I will always love you for the sweet times you and I shared with one another... in all respects sweetheart. Take care and may you be blessed with similar joy that we shared together. Love Trish, forever and ever." It was May 2nd, 2005. I was cleaning my closet out as I was preparing to move into a new condominium that would have much better facilities and a better environment overall. Many people have come and gone in this building. In fact an older woman of 38 lived here and was quite fine looking. As sweet as she was, I didn't feel that same 'friendship' towards her that Trish and I had. Trish is or was, should I note, my best friend. Trish and I shared memories that could be considered socially remarkable and sometimes unspeakable. There were things that happened to each of us, intentionally or unintentionally that no one else ever knew about except the two of us. I suppose I was spoiled in that way. Trish and I were more then friends, confidants, and shrinks for the other... we were in fact, virtually lovers, almost! We almost came to making love, but never did. We talked intimately of having sex, but never did. We comforted the other intimately but never had sex. That was so often, you would have thought we were married or in a serious relationship. I had seen almost every ounce of her body. I mean almost every last fragment of her frame! We always felt that each was beautiful, potentially arousing, and appealing, to say the least! Ours was a respectful bond. We did a 'blood brothers' type of commitment once for some unusual reason. If she did something or I did something that I didn't want someone to know about, the other was there. If either of us made a mistake, we vowed we would tell the other. Some shit got pretty serious, intense, and sometimes, even outrageous! Oddly, you could almost consider ours a "Will and Grace" relationship, although I'm straight. I'm extremely straight and love the presence of a woman. Does a woman want me around all that much? I don't know, but Trish did. But the woman who did move in after Trish, well she was nice, attractive, mature, but we didn't hit it off like Trish and me. Yeah she liked that I was around and we talked often enough, and even had dinner many times, but there wasn't the electricity that Trish and I generated. I wish I became intimate with that woman because that would have been so interesting for golf league convo. Like I mentioned, I sat reading that letter after I got out of the shower, the day I was done cleaning out my closet and preparing to move into my new place. The woman, who moved in after Trish already moved into the area I was moving to as I understood, but she found herself a new beau. Oddly, she left me her forwarding address and phone number as well. I carefully laughed about that when I got her forwarding info. What was even stranger possibly was her email address was with that info as well. I suppose I should fully introduce myself. My name's Ken Hopkins. I'm a 28 year old computer analyst with experience in website domain technology error control issues. Trish is two years older. Why she felt attracted to me, I never really knew, but somehow we got along superbly, until this Harry guy swept her off her feet. Thanks to his two kids and he was widower, I suppose gave him an upper hand. My life isn't mundane. I play softball and golf on a regular basis in weekly leagues. That keeps me busy, when I'm not out of town. My neighbor who moved in loved the idea I played softball. She came and watched me play often. The guys picked on me that I was jail bait for her. After packing almost all my boxes, I was ready to move. Almost everything was in the other room, including my change of clothes. I dumped them on a box which I carried to that room earlier. A moving company I hired would be here in a few hours. I decided at that point, I'd shower, shave, and brush my teeth, regardless if I had to shower later on. Toweling off next to my bed, I had not packed that up anywhere. I put her letter aside on the mattresses and saw it again after getting out of the shower. I became remorseful as I thought to myself, "Why didn't I ask her to marry me? I should have been smarter, but I wasn't ready and I guess, she was. Maybe Trish was too sweet to push me into something she thought I wasn't ready for. She loved me that much, maybe that she wasn't going to ask me in the first place. I don't know for sure, although she and I told each other everything, I thought. She and I spent less time after she met Harry. The times we did share were still great, however we didn't really share the intimacy and friendly lip-locking kissing that we had early on. Trish and I knew each other for 2 and half years prior to her meeting Harry, I believe. I didn't see any drop off in our friendship. She still shared a lot except her outings and relationship with him and his kids. Before I knew it, she came over and told me about him and her 'friendship' with him and his kids. I didn't get into any romantic details. I assumed it was a romance, but only a light one. I supposed I assumed too much apparently. That was a mistake, obviously. Before I knew it, she was gone and I was alone. I had my friends through golf and softball, but we all know better, right? It's nothing like the companionship, friendship, and intimacy of a woman. That's how I saw it and it was mutual for Trish. Anyhow, looking at the letter as I dried off, I wanted to read it again...and again. I sat down with no clothes on. I read it twice and began remembering the times we had. We kissed, had foreplay, touched each other, and we talked about stuff that we did alone, without anyone around. I knew that Trish masturbated and I knew how often she did, and what that all felt like to her. I knew exactly how many times she did it in a day, week, or a month's time. Likewise, she knew exactly how often I did it, where I did it, how I did it, and what fantasies I had when I did it. As I read the letter slowly, I decided to read between the lines. I rested on the bed, naked, and stared out the window afterwards at the sunny landscapes of the tops of the trees. It was a great morning. I was in great mood, despite that letter that made me dismal that day. Life moved on and eventually I was fine. After reading the letter, when I got out of the shower though, I was transfixed on various past events between her and me. The times we talked and talked, the times where those talks somehow led to kissing, the times we talked about how we masturbated, and even why we did what we did. Simply put, we were horny at times and we wanted sex, but we weren't going to do it with the other just because we were horny... no we weren't going to do that. It had crossed our minds. I was absorbed on those past memories that morning. It was silent in my apartment. I moved remaining boxes, including one which I threw my clothes on out to the living room. I casually walked out but I guess I didn't hear any knocks on my door. I dropped my towel on the bed. I walked out to retrieve my clothes. I carried them around the room and placed everything on another box as I shifted other boxes around. She supposedly didn't get an answer, walked down to her car, but saw a man's shadow. She hesitated whether or not to come back up. Trish still had my apartment key. After all these years, I hadn't changed my lock and she still kept my key. Why, in fact, would she be coming to see me after all these years? I didn't know why, but she saw my figure through the translucent curtains. She could see that it was me, but not details. She had no idea what I was doing, other then I walked from left to right as I passed by the shear like curtains. She walked back up the stairs. Without my clothes in hand again since putting them on another box, I walked back to the bedroom, naked. Then I remembered my clothes. The moving company would be there in a couple hours. For some odd reason, she came into my mind. Something set it off. Something subconsciously set it off. I still don't know what. I thought about her and I wondered if she had kids of her own. I wondered if she was as beautiful as the day she left. I wondered if she had put on any weight like me, lost weight, changed her hair, and what else might be different about her, if anything. I was lost in thought while I aimlessly walked about the apartment. I didn't hear from her. She didn't call. Standing in the middle of the living room of the apartment, naked I heard something clicking in the doorknob. She was letting herself in. Not realizing she still had a key, or that she was even in town, I was trying fruitlessly to make a mad dash for my clothes. She opened the door. She called my name out not seeing me in the corner. I hid behind 3 boxes stacked atop each other. They were just enough to cover me up. She saw the movement to her right, turned and saw me without clothes on. I was flabbergasted! I was speechless! I asked her what she was doing as if she was not welcome. But I was more surprised then anything thing else in the world! It had been three years. We hadn't communicated in over two. Trish was as beautiful that morning as ever. I was already prepped for her, so to speak. I think it was her intention to come and see me, talk, and possibly become more then just close with her that day. She didn't need to prepare me any further. I was already undressed for her and I was scrambling to at least put on my underwear. She was alone, still married, and she had the kids. They were with her family. She came to town to visit her parents and told them she wanted to clear up some business she left behind at the bank and other stuff. She walked quietly into my apartment, but didn't smile. Her eyes glistened though and that was good. Then she said, "Isn't that typical; the man I love is naked and he welcomes me with that piece of artwork and nothing else, not even a smile." She was waiting for me to blush more, cover up more then just my midsection, but I didn't. It had been a couple years and no word whatsoever. Here I was almost stark naked. What a welcome home present huh? Maybe, maybe not, I suppose that depends on the recipient's point of view. All of a sudden, she had a glowing wide eyed smile. Her eyes gleamed as she smiled. She didn't look at my mid-section profusely, but she would glance there, like a guy might with a woman's upper body. I was stunned that she was even there. I hadn't even thought about covering up, other then to put on the undies. The clothes were right next to me on the box. Finally, I grabbed my shorts, slipped them on, tripped over another box, and without saying hi even, I gave her the biggest, warmest hug a man could give a woman. "I wasn't sure you still lived here Ken. I wasn't sure this was the right thing to do. In fact, you probably have a girlfriend. In fact, I thought, you could be married", she said quietly while she and I hugged. I didn't indicate anything except, "I love you Trish". That's all I could say. I continued to hug her affectionately. I wouldn't let go of her. She let me. "That is a superior... no an incredible welcoming home hug. I love you too Ken and..." She didn't finish her next thought. Wow did I just hear her right? Did I just hear her say, "I love you too Ken"? Yeah I sure did. Damn straight I did. Now what does that mean from this point on? "Umm, Kenny, I miss something so badly I had to come and say hi. There's a lot to talk about and if you and I had time, I'd love to talk." Without skipping a beat, I said hold on and walked to the kitchenette. I called the moving company and requested a cancellation for that day. I was charged two hundred as a late notification fee. I didn't care. I called the condominium's business office and stated there would be a delay in my moving in. I was charged a late fee due to contractual agreements with the association for one hundred and fifty dollars. This was going to be an expensive weekend. Sarcastically while turning around, I said to Trish, "You haven't been here but two minutes and I've already spent $350.00 on you. Should we go the Highland Mall and I'll give you a credit card?" I snickered and so did she. She came up, hugged me again and we sat on the couch after I offered her a bottle of water. We looked at the other. I gave her the once over, then another, and another. Then I looked into her face and her eyes directly and said, "Trish, how can I say to you how much I miss you. How can I express how awesome it is to..?" I trailed off because I was lost for words of sentiment. "I know Ken, I know... I know. I really do. I know what you feel, I think. I understand what sentiments you have, I think. I know. I do Ken. How are you? How have you been? Obviously you are moving? You should call them all back and reverse the cancellations. I'm going to be in town for 4 more days." "Let's have sex Trish! I mean, let's you and I have King Kong sex. Nothing other then that, okay! I love you and have to show you how much I love you." Knowing me as well as she did, she knew exactly what would be the appropriate comeback. "Awww, you're such a sweet talker. You do remember I'm still happily married right? You give the best compliments to a girl such as 'you and I have King Kong sex'. Kenny, honey, haven't you met a woman yet?" "Yes Trish I have met the woman of my dreams. She and I are perfect together. She and I are so freakin' compatible, it's unbelievable! She is perfect for me. I'm perfect for her. We know everything about the other, almost!" She interceded in a naïve tone, "Who, who is she Kenny? Come on... tell me, tell me!" "Well, you will know her pretty well. Her name is Trish something or another." She was not expecting that answer. She thought she and I were done with as far as any relationship was concerned. "Me, come on Kenny, you haven't got over our relationship?" "No Trish, well yes I did eventually. But seeing you here, god girl, it twists me everywhere inside. I'm nuts about... no, I'm more then that for you. But why are you in town? What is going on with you? I assume you are still married? I should ask do you have children of your own. Tell me everything... everything. I want to know, alright?" "You don't want to know about my life. You really, really don't. It is nice. It's a typical marriage, I understand, but it has had a tragic twist to it." "What do you mean, tragic Trish? What could be tragic; I can't imagine your life being tragic at all." She began sobbing. Out of nowhere, my friend and former lover began crying buckets of tears. Her pipes were full of the salty liquid which she kept inside for the right moment. I happened to be the perfect moment. She cried, cried, and cried! Then she finally stopped releasing the emotions. She sniffle off and on, catching her breath frequently, and tears would drip less often as her breathing was more consistent too. She finally looked at me with a smile, worthy of praise, hugging, and hopefully more. Yeah, as far as I felt, hopefully more, that's for sure. I looked at her all over again as I said to myself how much I appreciated her presence in many ways! She saw my eyes move about her and she gave me various looks. The last one was a pert smile that said she might be happy to be here. "Are you or is your life good Trish or is it not so good?" She looked at me pausing before answering that question. "It's okay Ken. It's fair I guess. I love Harry, but our marriage has been more then difficult. The girls, they are the most adorable creatures on the face of the earth. I am their true mother now. Since they do not have one, I'm their mom and they've latched on to me and come to love me as I have come to know and love them inherently. We bond well, I am still free at heart, and I am still the young woman I was three years ago. Although I am involved in many community things, there's one part of me that contains a vacuum like state in my life." I looked at her quizzically. I hoped she meant me, but I thought I knew better. I was ignorant. Even though that morning, after reading her letter and saying to myself, I loved those times, I didn't know any better. "What's a vacuum in your life Trish? What's missing in your life?" She looked at me and her smile disappeared. The glistening beauty in her eyes became vacant also. Then they moistened up faster then swelling waters at a damn in a low lying area near a flood. She started to sob again. Then the sobbing transformed into bawling. She cried and cried. I leaped from the end of the couch next to her shoulder strictly to empathize for her. I wouldn't be able to relate, but I could at least empathize with her. Then she told me the whole story. She never once told me this after she moved away when we still kept in touch by email. We really never talked after she moved except a few times early on. She finally calmed down. I continued to console her with around-the-shoulder type hugs. I wanted to do a lot more then that, but felt it to be inappropriate. It wouldn't have been, considering our history. It had been three years. Who knows how things change in that time. Some things do, some things don't... we did not as far as our feelings for the other were concerned. We didn't realize the foundation yet of how much we love one another, but nothing would have been inappropriate, nothing at all would be inappropriate! She turned towards me once she finished sobbing. "He had testicular cancer." That's all she said at first. Then she said, "It was all removed, all of it. Every last piece that could seed me was removed. His dad experienced the same thing. He lived a long good life until last year. His dad passed away at 68 from a brain aneurysm. There was a tumor and we knew that, but it ruptured and he went quickly. The funeral was here in town, although I didn't come. I was supposed to, but I got sick with the flu. I was bed ridden so I didn't make that trip." "Trish, so what's been wrong in your marriage?" "I can not get pregnant. Not by him at least I can't." "So... and I paused wondering if she came around to use me or of she came around because she wanted me and not Harry. I didn't want to be her rebound affair; I wanted to be her husband, are you here to... I paused again... to get pregnant and I'm your steed for that?" She looked at me with disdain. Instantly I knew I put my foot in my mouth and I apologized profusely to her. She accepted it threefold. All was instantly good between us. I was happy that we were cool because I can't ever remember a moment whatsoever that we were upset with the other. "Honestly Trish, if we did something to help you become pregnant with child, I would offer to do it anyways you pleased. I'd put it in a sterile jar and let you be inseminated if that's what you wanted. Not that you are asking, I'm only offering as a FYI, all right?" Best Friends She began smiling, and then giggling, and then she hugged me with a gentle kiss on my cheek. "You are the greatest Kenny. That's why I've always admired and loved you. You and I get along so well, it is frightening. Actually no, it isn't that... I'm happy we came into the others life." "Well, even though he had testicular cancer, he is still your hubby. What else is wrong? There has to be something else wrong, am I right?" "I don't know for sure Kenny. There's a few disconcerting things. His whole attitude towards me... well Kenny, it sucks. It absolutely sucks!" We talked about his behavior, attitude, and much more for an hour and a half almost. I came to know a lot about the guy. Some of it I could relate to and tried explaining to her why a guy does that. Even I do what he does frequently when I'm with guys or even alone. When I was with Trish and we were by ourselves, I let the softer or more feminine side of me come through. She learned to understand his motives, but they weren't as compatible as they initially thought. He charmed her because he liked her a lot. So did many guys. But for whatever reason, I was the lucky number she rolled and she and I both came out as winners. After the long talk, she released many pent up emotions and she hugged me big time, then she kissed me, not on the cheek, but on my lips. It was a nice kiss, but it was quick. With that, I looked at her and asked it again, but with some charm to the question. "Honey, would you or do you want to make love with me today. It would be an honor to make love to you as well as my pleasure, fully to give you anything you ask of me." "No Kenny, I would love that. But the timing is all wrong. I want us to be able to make love with one another when the timing is right. I want to love you correctly, however I can't, and you know that too. It isn't that I wouldn't commit adultery; I would in fact commit adultery, but considering my circumstances, his situation and my situation, I am not going to do that with you today." I knew it wasn't right although as a man, my hormones said, "Fuck it, and seduce her as best as you can. She will give it up and she will give it up good! You know she will." "Ohhh I know thaaaat look Kenny. I knowwww thaaaat loooook and you need to put it in reverse and pull your mind out of the dumpster, okay. Naughty, naughty...you want a peek at my titty-titty bang bangs, don't you? Awww that's so cute. No not today sweetheart. Maybe someday and hopefully you and I are still single then too. Maybe we will be together... and someday soon." Then she added, "You are great Kenny Hopkins. You really are, let me give you a parting kiss, because I need it too and I don't know when I'm going to get another from you, okay?" I agreed with her, landing my lips on hers, and I hopefully gave her a kiss she'd enjoy for a long time. I wanted to explore her botanical gardens, but it will save it for another day I thought. I was sure of that, for some reason. Then finally we both stood up, she picked up her purse, straightened herself up, fixed her hair, and we went to see the rest of my emptied out apartment. Standing in the middle of my bedroom with all my emptied out drawers on top of my dresser, she sat on the mattresses on the floor, but moved the letter size paper that was directly underneath. She initially didn't realize that it was her letter. Finally she recognized her writing. "Oh wow Kenny, you still have this letter? I felt so bad that day when I wrote it, I did." I heard her words, but my eyes focused outside towards the picturesque horizon of tree tops. They still had half of the remaining blossoms on them as spring was in full bloom. Trees were just finished budding their leaves as they pushed out the welcome wagon full of flowering blooms. They were to set sail for the year and beautify the grounds until mowed over by a landscape company. "... Kenny, KENNY, KENNNNNYYYY?" She didn't scream my name out, but it sure sounded like it. I wanted to make love with her. She should have left when she had the chance. I wasn't forcefully going to have sex, but I wanted anything to be mutually agreed on by both parties. I hoped and hoped that she'd reconsider making love, but I wouldn't orally say it to her. We sat on the bed. Her hand touched my shoulder and turned me around to face her. Slowly and cautiously, I turned to face her. She saw that expression and knowing me as well as she did, she knew what I felt and thought. She looked at me and smiled, knowing full-well I desired her emotionally, physically, and forever. Trish crossed her arms as they pointed down towards her waist. Grabbing a hold of her sleeveless designer T, she lifted it quickly above her head, briefly covering her face as it came over the top of her head. When she pulled it aside and it was off, I saw two things immediately. One was her beautiful sufficient cleavage, which adequately stood guard to welcome me into her 'home'. Covering the dwellings was a Brilliant shade of red brassiere. It was a fine silk bra which lifted her modestly plump fruit into place for any man to take pleasure in. Then I instantly looked upwards at her face and the loveliest and most enduring smile a man can receive awaited me. She says it all with her eyes and smiles. I knew the look and I ran with it. On an empty mattress, in a semi empty room, I converged with Trish and instantly we wrapped and twisted ourselves around each other, searching and digging for a pinnacle of sexual perfection that Saturday. She and I found it. 9 months later and she without a husband became a real mom for the first time. We were married once her divorce was finalized. He got off scot-free, except for child support to her. He passed away 13 months later. She and I haven't argued about anything since that one time in my apartment and that was trivial for that matter. I am a lucky man! Best Friends It wasn't the first time Lindsey had announced she was done with men. Lindsey understood it was just a cry of pain as did her friends but at least for a little while she did mean it. Her best friend Trish insisted they get out for a night on the town. Translated that meant Trish wanted to visit one of the local meat markets and pine for hot guys. Trish had said, "We're single, twenty-four and gorgeous. Let's make them beg!" Lindsey was a tall lanky blonde with beautiful eyes, a killer smile but a boyish figure. Trish, on the other hand, was of average height, slightly overweight, a face full of freckles and a lush figure that she usually hid beneath bulky clothing. Her vibrant personality had made her "one of the guys" in high school and a friend to everyone but really close to no one save Lindsey. In their senior year while Lindsey had garnered the female lead in the school play Trish was out of sight painting scenery and put together props. It was her high energy and willingness to excel that had made it one of the best sets the school had ever known but still she toiled in relative obscurity a role she both loved and hated. The truth was where Lindsey was really good looking but not "runway beautiful," as she liked to say, Trish was very average looking and secretly desired Lindsey's cast offs. She actually confided that in Lindsey once but Lindsey hadn't believed her telling her she could have any guy she wanted. Lindsey wasn't wrong either because in truth Trish had a bubbly infectious personality that her self image didn't keep up with. While Trish had had a single steady boyfriend during her high school career Lindsey had had a series of short passionate affairs. She was a popular cheer leader, running up to the home coming queen and a pretty good student as well. Both women were honor students in high school and college and while Lindsey saw them as equals Trish did not. So the two young women spent the evening drinking and carousing at a place called The Loft. Trish pointed out at least a half dozen young men she said she wanted to take home with her but Lindsey, still in a funk from her most recent breakup, showed little interest. They called it an evening very early and were back at Trish's apartment just after eleven. Lindsey would have gone straight home after dropping Trish off but Trish had told her she wanted to show her some online pictures from the latest "Project Runway" show and since it was a show both women really enjoyed Lindsey agreed. Trish's computer was in her bedroom. The two friends looked at the television show's most recent pictures and chatted about which designers they loved and which they hated. After a while Trish showed Lindsey a picture of a guy on an online dating site she really liked and asked her opinion of him. On line dating was something new to Lindsey so Trish explained it to her. Then she showed her the web camera she used to take pictures of herself and post. Lindsey listened with great interest as Trish explained it all then Trish showed her how she took pictures with it. Trish took a couple of nice pictures and then started goofing around. She made faces first and then took a couple of "sexy" pictures which were just of her smiling and leaning over showing some cleavage which she had a lot of. Then Trish said, "Oh, and look, I can make movies too" and she set her web cam on its movie setting. At first Trish stood and did a bit of a sexy dance and then played it back for Lindsey. Then she started it again. This time when she got up she put her arms around Lindsey's neck and entreated her to get up and dance with her. "Oh come on," Trish whined. "I really don't want to," Lindsey countered. "Okay," Trish replied finally and then leaned forward and kissed Lindsey on her lips. It was a quick kiss and caught Lindsey by surprise. Trish was unsure of how her friend would respond but had left her arms around Lindsey's neck just the same. Trish was looking directly into Lindsey's eyes. She had quickly gone for her giggly usual self to a much more serious mood and when Lindsey didn't respond at all she leaned in and kissed her again, this time a little longer. Again they just stared at each other neither knowing quite what to say. Finally Trish said returning to her bubbly self, "Okay, let's see what it looks like." She sat back down and ran the short video. "Pretty hot huh?" Trish said looking for acceptance from Lindsey and hoping she hadn't alienated her friend. Lindsey looked at Trish dead seriously and said, "No! I'm no lez like you are!" She just stared intently at Trish for a few moments without changing her expression and then quickly reached out and squeezed Trish's rather large breasts and said, "but for you I'll go lez." They both laughed. They kidded each other about it for a few moments and then Trish asked, "So have you ever done it with a girl?" "Done what?" "You know," Trish replied awkwardly, "it" she said with emphasis. "You mean had sex?" "Yeah!" "No!" Lindsey replied holding onto the word for a long time. "Trish you are such a slut!" "I wish!" She replied, "but I would be if I looked like you!" "You sound like my brother." Lindsey responded. "What do you mean?" "He calls me a carpenter's dream. Flat as a board," she said running her hands down her body, "and easy to nail." "Don't say that Linds, you are not easy!" "Maybe not but I am flat. God I wish I had your tits." "And I wish I had your face." "Yeah well, guys always seem to lose interest after they see me naked. They all seem to want a girl with tits like yours." "I do have nice tits don't I." Trish said cupping her breasts and lifting them up." She leaned forward and while pushing them up jiggled them in Lindsey's face. In what she thought was keeping with the moment Lindsey buried her face in Trish's breasts and rubbed her face over them a couple of times. When she pulled away and looked at Trish instead of seeing the joking face she was used to she saw something quite different. Trish surprised Lindsey by kissing her and not a short kiss like she had done before but a long one that had a lot of feeling behind it that wasn't lost on Lindsey. Still very unsure of herself Trish didn't hold the kiss for nearly as long as she wanted. When she looked into Lindsey's eyes again she was uncertain of what she saw. "So does this mean I'm officially a lesbo?" Lindsey asked. "No!" Trish replied strongly. Then in a little less assured way Lindsey asked, "Does it mean you are?" Trish was a little taken back by her friend's question but honesty like this wasn't new to either one of them. "No," Trish replied, "I like boys too." "You mean you've done this with a girl before?" Trish replied slowly, "Well yeah, a long time ago." "Who was it?" Lindsey asked in her best gossip voice. She really wanted to know but she also realized how very personal it was. Trish bit her lip and then replied, "Susie Miller." "Susie Miller! You mean Goth Girl? Oh you tramp you! When?" "It was a long time ago when we were still in high school and we really didn't do much, just kissing and stuff but no real sex." Lindsey wanted to pursue this some more but feared she'd cross a boundary if she did. So instead she asked, "So you like this sort of thing." Haltingly Trish replied, "Well yeah, I guess." She paused thoughtfully and then asked, "Do you?" Even though she should have expected the question Lindsey hadn't but surprised herself by quickly answering softly, "yes." It was almost as if she were embarrassed by this new truth she'd discovered about herself. Suddenly everything changed between the two young women and they both knew it. Then Trish asked, "So do you want to try it again." "I guess," Lindsey replied after a couple of seconds. Trish leaned in and kissed her friend. The kiss was short but was quickly followed by another and then another each lasting just a little longer than the one before it. As the awkwardness of kissing while sitting in chairs became obvious to both they silently moved to the bed where they continued their kissing exploration. Trish secretly feared her friend would suddenly decide she hated it all and run off. Lindsey, however, silently questioned her own sexuality. At first their kisses where all lips but it was Lindsey who finally pressed her tongue into her friend's mouth. She did it at a moment she was lost in her own feelings and was reacting as she had with any of her boyfriends. This added passion to their kisses and suddenly the two women were wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing, touching, caressing. Lindsey had pressed her hand to Trish's full breasts and Trish had pushed her hand between Lindsey's legs and sought out her sex. When Trish's hand first touched her pussy Lindsey gasped and then quickly collecting herself continued kissing Trish. They each knew they were venturing into unknown territory but they also each felt like they could no longer help themselves nor did they desire to. It occurred to Lindsey in the middle of their passion that even though they had known each other since the first grade she now saw Trish in an entirely different way. And even though she'd seen Trish naked a thousand times at least, even as an adult, she suddenly felt the desire to see her naked here and now and it felt like it was for the first time. When Lindsey broke her kiss with Trish and started to unbutton Trish's blouse. Her friend silently watched as Lindsey's fingers deftly removed the blouse and then the bra freeing her breasts. Lindsey realized she was looking at her friend sexually for the first time ever and as she gazed upon her breasts they had suddenly become objects of desire. It was then she gained a little insight into what guys saw in breasts. Lindsey reached out and tenderly fondled Trish's breasts. Trish closed her eyes as Lindsey touched her and felt her desire welling up between her legs. Then Trish said, "Let me see yours." Lindsey immediately knew what Trish meant and quickly took off her own blouse and bra. She felt slightly embarrassed by her breasts but resisted the urge to cover them with her hands. Though Lindsey was barely an A cup Trish looked fondly upon her breasts and said, "they're beautiful." "You mean that?" Lindsey asked in disbelief. "Of course I do," Trish replied. She leaned toward her friend and kissed her lovingly while her hand roamed over Lindsey's small breasts. They kissed and caressed each other for a long time before Trish started to fumble with removing Lindsey's slacks. Lindsey lifted her hips and pushed down her slacks and panties and then lay back naked with her eyes closed. Now that she knew Trish was looking at her sexually she found it difficult to recognize her own nudity. When she did open her eyes after a few seconds she saw Trish removing the rest of her clothing. Now that she was naked Lindsey surveyed Trish's body, her eyes coming to rest on Trish's pussy. "You shaved it!" Lindsey said in surprise. Trish grinned and said, "Yeah but that's not all." Lindsey didn't understand what Trish meant but then saw her friend spread her legs and then with two fingers spread her pussy lips. That's when she saw it, a small ring pierced the hood just about Trish's clit. "Wow! When did you do that?" Lindsey asked in surprise. "About a year ago." "Can I touch it?" "If you want." Trish of course dearly hoped she wanted to and smiled when Lindsey's hand went between her legs and lightly touched the ring. Trish moaned when Lindsey' finger touched her clit and Lindsey found herself unexpectedly surprised by her friend's wetness. They started kissing again. Lindsey felt Trish's hand between her legs caressing her pussy. Although guys had done this to her there was something very different in the way Trish touched her, something softer and far more erotic. Lindsey thought she was going to melt beneath Trish's touch. Trish moved from kissing Lindsey to kissing her small breasts. Lindsey had always known how sensitive her breasts were and how nuzzling them made her immediately wet and very turned on. No woman, of course, had ever touched her this way and now that it was happening she realized that no man had come close to touching her the was Trish was. Trish's touch seemed to have an electric quality about it that thrilled Lindsey but was also perfectly erotic. Lindsey felt a series of goose bumps form on her body as Trish continued to caress her. Then Trish kissed each of Lindsey breasts, then down her stomach and finally to her pussy. A strange mix of fear and excitement hit Lindsey at the moment she realized Trish was about to put her mouth to her pussy. A small part of her said no to the idea but a much larger portion welcomed it and it was at that instant Lindsey felt a combination of Trish's fingers and hot breath on her pussy lips. She'd never felt such a thing and it was exquisite. It was also at that moment she felt her heart filling with a hot love for her friend, a new sort of love she'd never known before. Then Lindsey felt Trish's tongue at the top of her pussy. Trish slowly ran her tongue down to Lindsey's clit. When Lindsey felt the delicate touch of Trish's tongue on the top of her clit she shuddered with excitement. A wave of lust rushed her body and she suddenly craved this new feeling. She moaned and writhed as Trish circled her clit with the tip of her tongue and then gently sucked it in with her lips. When Lindsey let out a rather loud "Oh!" Trish stopped her ministrations and looked up at Lindsey and asked, "Did I hurt you?" "God no!" Lindsey cried out. "I just can't believe how good this feels. You know exactly how to touch me!" Trish returned her mouth to Lindsey's pussy and thought to herself how she was only doing exactly what she wanted for herself. And although Trish had fantasized about doing exactly this the other woman had never been Lindsey so this had a special quality to it she hadn't considered. Trish deeply wanted to make Lindsey happy, to feel really good and she realized, to love her. She knew Lindsey loved her as a friend, that she'd always known, but this was a different sort of love and although she couldn't quite categorize it she knew she had to have it. Trish continued to lick Lindsey's pussy and was really happy when Lindsey started responding by squirming beneath her touch. She could also hear Lindsey moaning and she knew Lindsey was approaching her orgasm. It was then Trish pushed first one finger into Lindsey and then two. Trish bent the tips of her fingers slightly once they were inside of Lindsey and massaged the little cushion there, the G spot as some called it. Lindsey's response was immediate. She let out a series of short sharp "Oh!" and started to come. Realizing this Trish moved her fingers quickly in and out of Lindsey while she also continued to suck on Lindsey's clit. As Lindsey pumped her hips up into Trish's face and finger Trish felt the gush of Lindsey's juices suddenly cover her. She also discovered that Lindsey was a screamer as she yelled out "oh fuck I'm coming!" again and again. Trish didn't stop even as Lindsey's orgasm subsided. She was drinking in Lindsey's musky scent and juices greedily. She wanted Lindsey as she'd never wanted anyone before. But then Lindsey said, "Oh Trish you've got to stop." Trish did stop but then asked, "Why?" "Cause I don't think I can take it anymore but that was wonderful!" Trish moved up along side of Lindsey and lightly kissed her friend. Lindsey could smell and taste herself on her friend and surprised herself by liking it. They lay there quietly for a few minutes wrapped in each other's arms when Trish asked, "Will you do me?" "I don't know if I can," Lindsey replied. But then seeing the disappointment on her friend's face she continued, "but I'll try." "You don't have to," Trish said a little dejectedly no. "No, I want to." "Are you sure?" Lindsey nodded in reply. "Let's try it this way then." At first Lindsey didn't know what she meant but then as Trish turned around so her face was next to Lindsey's pussy and vice versa it became obvious. Trish didn't wait for Lindsey to start as she quickly buried her face in Lindsey's pussy again. As Lindsey looked at Trish's bare pussy she realized the lack of hair made it more appealing to her so she tentatively moved her head between Trish's legs and then touched her pussy with her lips. As soon as she came into contact with Trish she noted Trish stopped licking her pussy. Following Trish's earlier lead Lindsey gently separated Trish's pussy lips and ran her tongue slowly down her slit. When she tasted Trish for the first time she was surprised that she found it both pleasant and appealing. Trish's scent was also something of a turn on for her and she quickly abandoned all reticence she'd had and greedily devoured Trish's pussy. At first Lindsey concentrated on licking Trish and noting her reactions. Trish responded strongly to the feel of her tongue on her clit and so Lindsey concentrated her efforts there. As she felt Trish beginning to grind her hips into her face Lindsey gently pressed a couple of her fingers into Trish and as her friend had done to her quickly engaged the inner portions of Trish's pussy. It didn't take Trish long at all to start her orgasm and unlike Lindsey Trish engaged in a series of long drawn out "oh" as her orgasm came over her. Lindsey had become so intent on bringing her friend to orgasm that she surprised herself but suddenly coming herself. Trish literally gushed on Lindsey's face and although she was surprised Lindsey drank in Trish. When their orgasms had subsided Trish moved back around. She got on her hands and knees and held her body over Lindsey's. Trish held her pendulous breasts over Lindsey's face and the brushed them back and forth over her face a couple of times. "Guys love that for some reason." "I kinda like it too," Lindsey confessed. A little tired for them activity and the lateness of the hour Trish fell to Lindsey's side and took her in her arms. Lindsey kissed Trish and then said very seriously, "I love you." Trish smiled and softly replied, "I love you too." Best Friends I loved staying over at Jeremy's house on the weekends. Jeremy's mom being single meant that she would still go out on dates on weekend nights, leaving us eighteen year old high school seniors to do whatever we liked. I had found my dad's porno collection awhile back and while my parents were at work, I began copying the tapes to start my own collection. One night, we were sitting in Jeremy's basement watching a blonde go down on a guy. I noticed that I was getting a bit excited, but was afraid that Jeremy would notice so I covered myself with a pillow. As I kept watching the video, I looked at Jeremy and noticed that he had done the same. As I watched the blonde get fucked up her ass, I couldn't help to wonder what Jeremy's dick looked like under that pillow. But we just kept watching the movie, both feeling unfulfilled. Later that night as we were laying in his bedroom, Jeremy in his bed, me on the floor in a sleeping bag, I couldn't get over how horny I felt, cum built up without a release. I also couldn't stop wondering what Jeremy's cock looked like. I decided to steer the conversation to sex, hoping that something would come of it. "That was one hot movie tonight, huh?" I said. "Yeah, that blonde was amazing. And that guys cock was huge. I have no idea how she took that in her mouth. Or her ass. I wonder how much that hurt," was Jeremy's response. "Not sure, she seemed like she was enjoying it though, so it can't be all painful." "Yeah, she didn't make it seem bad at all." I looked up as he was talking and saw his sheets moving in a distinct rhythm. Jeremy was stroking his cock as we talked. I had to act fast. "Jeremy, have you ever gotten a blow job before?" I knew the answer was no. I looked back at the bed, saw his hand still moving up and down under the sheets. A muffled moan escaped his lips. "No. I thought Katie was going to one night, but my mom came home early and she left. I sure would love to find out what one felt like though." That was it. I saw my opening. "Do you want one right now?" "From who? Who could we call this late to come over and do that? Are you getting blow jobs from some one and not telling me about it?" "No, I'm not. And I don't know anyone to call. I meant do you want one right now ... from me ..." There was a long pause. "Crap," I thought. "I was wrong, he's not interested ..." "I mean, well, neither of us have ever gotten one, I know we're both horny after the movie, I just thought we could help each other out," I said. Another long pause. I was nervous now. Suddenly though, I heard a meager, "Are you sure?" I looked up at the bed and the sheets were pulled down, along with his shorts. Jeremy's erect cock was in plain view. And I loved it. I got up and got in front of Jeremy on my knees. I looked him in the eye. I could tell he was nervous. I could tell he was apprehensive about being sucked off by another guy, by his best friend. But most importantly, I could tell that he wanted it to happen. With that I leaned in and licked his entire shaft, from his ball sac to his head and when I reached the top I opened my mouth and let him enter me. I heard Jeremy moan as my head began to bob up and down on his dick. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could and then raised back up, repeating the process. "That feels so good. Please don't stop, keep going." Listening to him made me try even harder. I was taking almost all of him in my mouth and loving every second of it. I loved feeling his cock slip through my lips, over my tongue and hit the back of my throat. I felt him bucking his hips, fucking my wet mouth. I decided to try to deep throat him and on the next down stroke I felt his seven inches push into my throat. The increased tightness seemed to be too much for him as suddenly I heard him blurt out, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum." And with that, I felt his cum burst into my mouth. I had tasted my own cum before so I knew basically what to expect, but I loved tasting him. I worked to swallow every drop of his cum. And I felt his cock begin to shrink in my mouth and I opened wide, finally releasing his spent dick. He wasted no time in returning the favor. No sooner was his dick out of my mouth than was he pulling my shorts down, releasing my hard cock and tasting the precum that was dripping out. It felt amazing. Jeremy was giving me a wonderful blow job. I could hardly contain myself. Not to be outdone by what I had done for him, I felt Jeremy try to take more and more of my dick his mouth with each stroke. I felt my head start to slide deeper into his throat each time. I was moving my hips in a rhythm, fucking his throat when I felt my balls begin to swell and I erupted into his mouth and I could feel his mouth moving around to swallow every bit of it. As he stopped sucking, he looked up at me and asked, "Want to stay over again tomorrow night?" "Hell yes I do!" And with that, we both went to sleep. Finally fulfilled and dreaming of what was next to come. Best Friends I never imagined that after twenty-two years of happy marriage, having two children, a son who graduated from high school last spring and is going to the University of Arizona on a baseball scholarship, and a daughter, now sixteen, who seems to be Miss "everything" at school, that there could have been anything more fulfilling in my life. Arthur, my husband owns his own software company, is wildly successful and has treated me like his princess throughout our marriage. We have everything we want, live in a status community and are considered pillars of the Congregational Church to which we have belonged for fifteen years. For the last five years I have been part of a bible study group...a group of women who have become "best friends," four of whom meet regularly to play bridge. But, I have to confess to you who read this, something has happened in my life that you might consider contrary to your concept of a model wife and mother and a moral, Christian woman. But perhaps, if I can only make you understand my feelings, the joy this new dimension will make sense to you...even if you think this new aspect of my life doesn't meet your moral standards. But then, maybe you'll consider walking a mile in my shoes. My name is Mary Wilhelm. It happened after one of our bridge games, and I have to confess that it became more than just one it. It was a combination of "its" that I will never explain to my husband, even though he might understand, if he found out. It is a secret part of my life that I both live for and live in dread of. I am the dummy right now at the bridge table. Do you see the woman across the table? Her name is Amanda Firestone. She's always been, in so many aspects, just a cut above the rest of us, who are all in our mid to late forties. She is too, but, she looks ten years younger and is probably the most glamorous woman I have ever met; I suppose that is what attracted her to me. I've always been a flirt and have enjoyed flirting with men. I think it shocked me at first when Amanda began flirting with me, the way I had been flirting with men. It was not long after I met her that we became best friends. For some reason I viewed her as a kindred spirit. Her flirtatiousness, I considered, was just evidence of her being a free spirit. Arthur and I became best friends with her and her husband David. Our son Lee and their son Corey are best friends as well; they both played on the high school baseball team, and both have received scholarships to play at major universities. If I had one thing that could be called jealousy toward Amanda was her relationship with her son. While I've always considered Lee as my pet there was always a distance between us. Perhaps the distance was on my part because, as he grew into the god-like creature he has become, I needed to keep space between us to avoid a pattern of familiarity that could lead to something...inappropriate. Amanda, on the other hand, had a relationship with her son, Corey that oozed camaraderie. She was always hugging him, kissing him on the cheek, holding hands and the like. It seemed so healthy and I wished it could be that way between me and Lee. As I was saying, it happened after one of our bridge games. The other girls had gone home but Amanda, as she often did, helped me clean up. I was washing the dishes when Amanda came up behind me and place a cup on a saucer into the dish water. She leaned against my back, which I didn't think anything of, other than realizing how soft her breasts were against my back. But she didn't move. Instead, she pushed her abdomen against my bottom, reached her other arm around me and washed the cup and saucer, rinsing them and puting them on the drain board. I suppose I should have considered her behavior a bit bizarre, if not inappropriate. But I liked the feeling of her body against mine—and was thrilled when her lips whispered into my ear, "I love you, my friend." It was at that moment that flashes of all of our involvements tripped through my brain and I realized what all the flirting had been about... that I had been flirting with her too. I knew then that this was inevitability that both of us had been harboring. Turning around to let her lips find mine seemed so natural. There was no question that she was the dominant of the two of us, the teacher. While we kissed, she was the first to pull my turtle neck out of my slacks and put the flat of her hands on my back. They were still wet, something I found even more exciting. When she unsnapped my bra I imagined the elastic of my bra strap, wicking the water. Through her efforts we stood in front of the sink, our tops and bras circling the floor at our feet, naked breast to naked breast, our warm bosoms melting into each other. I was panting like a race horse, and like a race horse yearned for the finish line. Amanda was in control, and, hand in hand, she led me back to my bedroom. In front of the bed, she undressed me, held my hand and sat me on the edge of the bed. Then she undressed, as she was doing a dance of the seven veils. She stood for me to admire her near perfect body. I told you before that she looked ten years younger than I, and her body confirmed it. My breasts, 34B, even though small, were giving in to gravity. Hers, 36 D with full nipples and two inch brown areolas, were firm and perky. While my pubic hair was black and bushy, hers was reddish-brown and neatly trimmed to a perfect diamond. "Let's do something about that Mary. Where are your scissors?" I felt so naïve, so self-conscious, so un-groomed. "They're in the top drawer of my dresser." In absolute control she went to the dresser and took out the scissors, then kneeled in front of me and spread my legs. She trimmed my bush to a wedge...then raised my legs, positioned my feet on the edge of the bed and trimmed around my lips and...uh...my anus. (I don't know why I feel embarrassed using the word in front of you. I guess I'm still kind of prudish about it in a way.) She was so neat about it, catching all of the hair on a towel she had placed between my legs. Then, shocking me a little at what she did, she raised my legs high and touched her tongue to my anus. I blushed in embarrassment, never having thought anybody, not even my husband would have licked my anus. But, my body started tingling and I found that I liked it...I really liked it. Her mouth opened over my pussy and her tongue licked several times around my anus, then, parted my lips and slowly glided to my clitoris, circling it repeatedly before making its electrifying return to my anus. It was like my body was levitating; everything felt surreal. In my mind my clitoris felt like it had grown to the size of a giant lima bean and my pussy tingled; my anus was on fire with excitement. I don't know how long Amanda tantalized me like this. I only remember my body getting hot, my nipples throbbing, and going into a series of spasms, not just once but at least three times. I had always thought my husband, Arthur was a good lover...and he had always brought me to at least one orgasm, and often two. But Amanda's mouth and tongue brought me to the most glorious orgasm I had ever experienced...then took me to two more, each more intense than the last. I awoke to the sound of music on the clock radio. I was still naked and I tingled between my legs. It was 4:30 pm. Amanda was gone. She had put me into a state of total relaxation, set the alarm, knowing I might need to be awakened begin dinner (she thought of everything), and she had left. Dinner that night was fun. For some reason I enjoyed my family more than I usually did. Everybody, my husband, my son and my daughter told me there was a luster in my eyes they hadn't noticed before and my cheeks were rosy. "Were you working out, Mom?" Lee asked. The bridge game is over; the girls have left...even Amanda. It was just a year ago when she introduced me to sex between two women, a couple weeks before Christmas. I was hoping she would stay today. But she was anxious to get home; she was expecting Corey, her son, "any minute." I know why she was excited. I'm excited for her. But I want her so much. She has introduced me to a Mary Wilhelm I would have never found without her, a Mary Wilhelm I would never have believed could be so alive. I want her. But Lee is probably home now. Corey, my son will be home in a few days. It is going to be such a wonderful Christmas. I'm so horny. I think I'll go upstairs and masturbate and think of... Best Friends I was late again. I am going to be late to my own funeral - I am planning it that way. Always late to work, fortunately I could usually sneak by the boss's office. My boyfriend had learned to tell me to be somewhere a half hour earlier than was required. I loved him for it. But this time, I was on my way to my best friend's house. We had known each other for about 6 years, met at our kids' elementary school. Would always stand outside and bullshit while waiting for them to come out. Our kids got along well too, so we would hang out at the park around the corner afterwards some days. Things just progressed from there. We had a lot in common, had grown up with no fathers, & our kids' fathers had taken off also. What a coincidence. I arrived on her porch, out of breath and holding her bottle of wine and my 6-pack of Mike's Hard Lemonade. The kids were with their grandmothers. We couldn't really afford to go out much, so this was our time off. "Hey, what's happenin?" She took the packages & led me into the kitchen, where I plopped down into my seat. "People drive like fucking idiots out there!" I exclaimed, still wired from rushing around. Michelle didn't drive unless she absolutely had to, & it was scary as hell being in the passenger seat when she did. She poured herself a glass of wine, and I opened a bottle of my Bud. We relaxed into conversation, talking about everything and nothing. She was always interesting to talk to - especially music. After a couple glasses of wine, she cleared her throat. I knew something was coming... "Sooo....Sarah..." "Oh shit, what'd I do now?" I joked, trying to ease her sudden tension. She tried to laugh, but it didn't come out quite right. I knew it was serious. "Well...you know that guy I've been seeing?" Yeah, I knew him, he was 10 years younger than her, and oh boy was she having fun with him. She'd told me about the veggies she'd check out at the store, turning red when she realized a guy was watching the way she was looking at it. Good for her - she deserved to have some fun. "Uhmmm, yeahhhh.." I replied, wondering what she was getting to. "Well, his birthday is next week. And I was thinking...it's always been his fantasy to have a threesome..." Wow, I thought. Now there's a bombshell. I was speechless for a bit, thoughts running in my head...well, he's cute, nice body. And her - she was pretty hot herself, now that I thought about it that way...I wasn't too bad, either, I noticed when we were out together, some guys would almost fall over themselves checking us out. What the hell. I had always thought about trying it...You only live once... "Oh," I said. "When's his birthday?" "Wednesday, but I want to do it Friday night. I told him to expect something special." Ahh, she knows me too well, I thought, and smiled. "Okay then. Have you ever done this before?" "Well, when I lived in California, there was this girl who liked me, and she was a lesbian. So I figured I'd try it out. We were in a garage, and she tried getting me off, but I was too nervous. I sat her up on the work bench, & started fingering her, then I went down on her & got her off." Wow. It was getting warm in there...with me imagining her eating another woman out, and her looking at me with a gleam in her eyes, like she wanted to devour me right then. With my head spinning, I went to get my cigarettes out of my coat. I turn around to find that she has followed me. "I was thinking," she says, "Do you want to practice now?" I look into her eyes, I am hot and wet by now, but nervous as hell. She is nervous, too, but with that look in her eyes, I know it doesn't matter. She pushes me against the wall and kisses me softly on the lips, waiting to see what I would do before going any further. Her lips are so soft... I kiss her back slowly, not knowing where it was going, but loving the feeling of her lips, then her soft wet tongue. We begin to kiss harder, with more confidence, the passion in both of us building, both moaning softly into each other's mouths. She reached up under my shirt, stroking my stomach softly, slowly, and my body responded, wanting more, the anticipation of where her hand was going causing me to moan louder as I devoured her hot sweet mouth with mine. Her hand made it's way to my breast slowly, cupping it, kneading...and finally twirling my hardened nipple in her deft fingers. Both of my hands went under her shirt, to return the favor. We were both gone by then...fuck any inhibitions...I turned her around so her back was against the wall now, lifting her shirt, and began licking her breasts, starting at the bottom, swirling around and around until I met her beautiful, hard nipple. Her breath caught in her throat, and I imagined something else being in there - her boyfriend's cock...and began sucking on her nipples in earnest, one to the other, flicking my tongue over them teasingly...then sucking. We were both breathing hard by then, like two animals in heat. She led me over to the couch, where we began kissing again - her mouth was so sweet, still tasting of red wine. We lay together, legs intertwined. I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in harder for a kiss, and her hand wandered down to caress my ass. We both knew we liked our asses touched, and fucked, from previous conversations... I unbuttoned her shirt slowly, breathing softly on her skin, teasing again, licking softly as she tried to pull my head harder into her. I obeyed, sucking hard again for a little while, as her body moved in response. She pulled my head up for another kiss, then trailed her lips slowly down the side of my face, down to my neck, where she kissed, licked and sucked it softly. I began to moan again - this was the hottest I had been in a long time... She pulled my shirt up over my head and covered my eyes with it. I was more than happy to lie back and see what was going to happen next. She began to run her tongue around my nipples, first one and then the other, very softly, teasing me as my body began to squirm in reply. Softly, she kissed her way down my stomach, and I felt one hand on my knee, pushing it out gently, as she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with the other. I felt her warm breath on my abdomen for a few seconds before she pulled them off, and as I lifted my ass to help out a bit, she covered my pussy with her mouth. A loud moan escaped from deep within me - and even without the shirt over my eyes, I don't think I would have seen anything. I needed her tongue. NOW. And she was happy to oblige, spreading my lips and licking softly, as my hips moved in response. I felt her hand between my legs, and a finger slip into my wetness. I was in heaven, riding the waves of pleasure. Then she found my hardened clit and began to suck...softly...slowly, while gently fingering my dripping wet pussy. I felt her other finger slip into my ass, and she began to suck harder. My whole body was bucking wildly, feeling the orgasm build into a blissful crescendo. I spread my legs wider, feeling it coming on, screaming, "Ohhhhhh Mmmmmmmmm.....YESSSSSS!" When it did come - and it came HARD...and she kept sucking and licking until it was over. After my body calmed down from it's spasms, I returned the favor... Best Friends "So what's this surprise that you're going to show me?" Annamarie asked Rosemarie as they went to her room. "If I told you now, then it wouldn't be a surprise, right?" Rosemarie replied letting Annamarie into her room. Once inside, she locked the door and then went over to her PC and turned it on. As it was booting up, she asked her friend if she wanted anything to drink. Annamarie said that whatever was in the fridge would do. Rosemarie ran downstairs and quickly returned with two glasses filled with ice and a 1.5-liter bottle of Pepsi. There was nobody else at her house. That was good. Rosemarie didn't want anyone to spoil the fun that she wanted to share with her best friend. Annamarie sat down on the bed and took of her shoes. "Aren't we going to try on the stuff we bought?" she asked. "We can do that after we check this out," Rosemarie told her. "Do you remember D.J.? That guy we met a couple of weeks ago?" "Yeah. Why? Wait a minute—let me guess," Annamarie said as Rosemarie opened what appeared to be a long text document. "He sent you one of his stories already?" "Yeah, he did. Come here—check it out." "Have you read it?" Annamarie asked as she pulled up a chair and sat next to Rosemarie. "A little...only the good parts...I want you to read it too...it sort of has you in it..." Rosemarie explained. "Me?" Annamarie said, surprised. "Well...you and me," Rosemarie said. "Hmmm! Well...okay...why not?" The two girls sat in front of the PC, reading the story. From time to time, one of them would comment on it. Mostly, though, they just read it quietly. They both had to admit—D.J. was pretty good at this kind of story. Rosemarie mentioned that D.J. often wrote erotic fiction as a kind of practice for writing other kinds of stories. Annamarie replied that he was probably a very good writer since this story was very fascinating. When they reached the steamier parts, Rosemarie began to get a familiar feeling. Although she was still dressed, she could feel a kind of urgent throbbing in her flower, like she needed to go to the bathroom. She remembered something D.J. told her during a previous phone conversation. He asked her way before if she ever orgasmed while watching erotic films. She said that she didn't really know, although it wasn't as if she actually checked to see if she did. D.J. then told her that the next time she watched an erotic film and felt like she had an orgasm, she could determine if she did by feeling her flower. If it was wet, most likely she did have an orgasm. Rosemarie looked at Annamarie. Her best friend was still busy reading the story. She knew that she would be teased mercilessly if she decided to go to the bathroom but, finally, she told herself, what the heck, I think I'll go find out. "Hey, Anna, move over. I have to go to the bathroom." As she expected, Annamarie smirked. "Ha! Getting aroused already? What are you going to do in there, huh?" "Just use the toilet, that's all. I've already had two glasses of soda, mind you. You're not even drinking any of yours." "What a lame excuse," Annamarie said with a chuckle. "Fine, whatever," Rosemarie said, pretending to be mad but unable to stop herself from laughing a little too. As she got up to go to the bathroom, Annamarie suddenly brushed the crotch of her jeans. "Ha-ha! It's wet! You are getting aroused!" she cried triumphantly. "Hmmmph! No way!" Rosemarie said with mock annoyance. But as she was heading for the bathroom, she thought about what her friend just did. Annamarie's touch on her crotch was only a quick gesture meant to catch her by surprise but she also felt a strange excitement. The story that D.J. e-mailed her had a fairly graphic scene where she and Annamarie made love to each other. She skimmed through it the night before and she felt funny after reading that scene. Again, she hadn't really checked if she had orgasmed—but she felt the front of her panties and found it damp. Inside the privacy of the bathroom, she unzipped her jeans and lowered them slightly. She reached inside her panty gingerly and touched her flower. It wasn't wet but, as a further test, she slipped her finger slightly inside. There she could feel a growing wetness that she knew had nothing to do with the Pepsi she'd been drinking. She moved her finger a bit inside her flower. As she did so, a small moan escaped her lips. That feels good, she thought and wondered if she could play with her flower for a while but she knew that Annamarie would be waiting for her to come out with a knowing smirk on her face and tease her about it all afternoon and all night long. Annamarie continued to read the story while waiting for Rosemarie to come out of the bathroom. She had expected it to be something like the ones she sometimes read in the tabloids, with the focus mostly on sexual intercourse. Instead, it had turned out to be better than that since D.J. had included more dialogue between herself and Rosemarie in the story that wasn't simply moans and screams while she and her best friend had sex. It was actually quite nice and rather romantic, even if it was about two girls. Truth be told, though, she did love Rosemarie and she knew Rosemarie felt the same way about her. They'd been best friends for practically forever. They'd been through a lot of things together, good times and bad times, and they'd always been there for each other. They were like sisters—or maybe even closer than sisters. As she read the part where she and Rosemarie began to make love, Annamarie unconsciously leaned in closer and her hand moved towards her left breast. Her index finger began to rub against her nipple, still enclosed behind her bra. A bead of sweat dropped from her forehead as she imagined herself kissing her best friend before slowly stripping off her clothes. The sound of the bathroom door opening broke her daydream. Annamarie turned to see Rosemarie coming out. "So—did you have fun?" she asked. Rosemarie simply stuck her tongue out at her and sat back down beside her. "What part are you at now?" she asked. "Oh, I'm already at that part where we're on the bed and we're kissing. We're already in our underwear," Annamarie said in a casual way. Rosemarie, however, noticed a slight hitch in her voice. She also glimpsed Annamarie's left nipple outlined underneath her shirt. Shouldn't have worn such a thin bra today, Anna, Rosemarie thought, smiling. Annamarie noticed. "What's that for?" she wanted to know. Rosemarie just kept on smiling as if she knew some secret about her best friend. Annamarie took a drink of soda. "You want to keep reading?" Rosemarie asked her. "Sure. After all, I'm not the one who had to go to the bathroom," Annamarie replied. They continued with the part where they were kissing each other while sitting face to face on the bed in what was supposed to be Rosemarie's room. Annamarie noted how D.J. got a lot of the details right. He must have asked her about it, she thought. He got the color of our underwear wrong, though. At that thought, she felt the urge to touch her left nipple again; she could feet it straining against her bra. Rosemarie had a hand on her left leg. It wasn't moving but just the feel of it sent something like an electrical charge running towards her body, especially between her legs. Now she felt like going to the bathroom. She tried hard to control herself since she knew that Rosemarie would be glad for the chance to tease her back but when she got to the part of the story where Rosemarie was kissing her cleavage, followed by her nipples, Annamarie couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up, murmuring something about needing to use the toilet. Instead of teasing her, however, Rosemarie just smiled and said, "Okay." But then she reached up and lightly pinched Annamarie's left nipple. Unable to control herself, Annamarie moaned softly. Then she blushed. "Sorry...but you did touch me too, you know," said Rosemarie with another of those knowing smiles. "But go on, if you have to use the bathroom. I'll wait for you to come back so we can finish the story together." Annamarie silently entered the bathroom. Once inside, she leaned against the door, listening to the pounding of her heart. She touched her left nipple. It was erect. She touched her other nipple and found it erect as well. The story was having an effect on her. Part of her wanted to tell Rosemarie that she wanted to go home already but another part of her wanted to stay, not just to read the story but to make it real. She had often told her best friend that she loved her; Rosemarie had also told her the same thing often enough. Now, thanks to the story, she had an idea how she could also do something to show Rosemarie just how much and how intensely she loved her. With her mind made up, Annamarie began to remove her outerwear. Then she exited the bathroom quietly, but with her heart still beating loudly. She hoped that Rosemarie wouldn't hear it. Rosemarie didn't move when she heard Annamarie come out of the bathroom. She was still riveted to the lovemaking scene in the story. D.J. had written it very well—well enough that she could feel her flower getting very wet. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands cup her breasts. She looked up. Annamarie was smiling tentatively at her while she held her breasts. She was wearing only her underwear. Rosemarie immediately realized what was on her mind. In a way, she was relieved. The night before, after reading the lovemaking scene, she wondered what it would be like to make love to Annamarie, whom she always considered pretty, even more so than herself (although D.J. said that her own prettiness complemented Annamarie's perfectly). She also thought that it would be such a magical experience since she loved her best friend. Now it looked like she was finally going to get what she wanted. Or, to be more precise, they would both get what they wanted. Rosemarie stood up and faced Annamarie. She gently removed her best friend's hands and began to take off her clothes. Annamarie stood and watched her best friend disrobe. She found herself admiring Rosemarie's body. She'd always though that she was chubby; Rosemarie, however, constantly reassured her that she was sexy. Even D.J. said that she was sexily curvaceous, not like some girls who were way too thin to even be considered as sexy, much less healthy. As he told Rosemarie before, the two of them complemented each other perfectly. Once Rosemarie was down to her underwear, she took a good look at Annamarie. Her best friend was wearing a black, semi-transparent bra that showed off her erect nipples clearly. Annamarie had bigger breasts than she did, something that turned her on as she looked at her. Her body was curvy in the right places and her mestiza complexion showed how well her Spanish and Filipino roots mixed together. Underneath her lacy black panties, Rosemarie could see Annamarie's brownish-blonde pubic hair covering her flower. On Annamarie's part, she enjoyed gazing at Rosemarie's truly Filipino morena complexion. Her breasts were proportionate to her size and were covered by a bikini-type bra with diagonal stripes in front. She was slender but not skinny. Her panty was also like a bikini bottom and hid her flower completely, although she could glimpse a little hair peeking out from the top. Annamarie wanted to see it already but she controlled herself. She didn't want this to end so quickly. At first, they only looked at each other shyly. Then they stepped closer, moving into each other's arms. Their lips met and their embraces grew tighter as they pulled each other closer. At first, their lips gently brushed against each other but were soon pressed together rather firmly. Their tongues slid and rubbed against one another, bringing even more pleasure to the two girls. When they broke off their kiss, they were both smiling. Rosemarie gestured towards the bed. "Shall we?" she whispered. Annamarie nodded. Rosemarie led her by the hand and lay herself down in the middle of the bed. Annamarie knew what to do. She lowered herself onto Rosemarie and they began to kiss, more intensely this time around. At the same time, Annamarie cupped Rosemarie's right breast and began to squeeze it gently. Then she pinched the nipple the way Rosemarie did when she was on her way to the bathroom a while ago. Rosemarie moaned softly. "Ummm...Annamarie..." Annamarie shifted positions somewhat and took Rosemarie's breasts in her hands, kneading and squeezing, pinching and pulling the nipples, while they French-kissed each other. Rosemarie broke off from their kiss and felt the sweet sensation coming from her breasts. "Annamarie...Annamarie...ummmm....that's so good...hhhhaaaahhhh...." was all she could manage to say. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she was asleep and caught in a dream. Annamarie smiled at her friend's reaction. She let go of Rosemarie's breasts, reached behind her, and then undid her bra and put it aside. Then she took her best friend's breasts in her hands again. This time, she played with them with a bit harder. "Hey, Rosemarie...watch this," she said. Rosemarie opened her eyes. Annamarie smiled at her first and then slowly put her tongue out. The tip flicked against Rosemarie's right nipple. An electric shock went through Rosemarie, almost making her cry out loud. Annamarie did it again, then began to lick Rosemarie's nipple as if it was a lollipop. Rosemarie shut her eyes again and just savored the sensation of Annamarie's actions. She was moaning much more frequently now as Annamarie switched to her left nipple. Moments later, she began to alternate between her best friend's breasts, using her mouth, tongue, and hands on them. After a while, Annamarie stopped. "Hey, Rosemarie...look at me," she told her best friend again. Rosemarie opened her eyes and did as she was told. "What is it, Annamarie?" "You like what I've been doing, don't you?" Annamarie asked. An idea had come into her head. "Yeah, I do...I love it, Annamarie," she said. "Good...because now I want you to do it to me," Annamarie said. She took off her bra and positioned herself so that her breasts were close enough to Rosemarie's face. "Okay," Rosemarie said, smiling. She was glad that she had a turn to pleasure her best friend. She remembered what it said in the story and what Annamarie did to her. First, she squeezed Annamarie's breasts, gently enough not to hurt Annamarie but enough to make her nipples erect. Annamarie's eyes were shut and she bit her lip as ripples of pleasure spread from her breasts out to her entire body. Rosemarie then took Annamarie's left nipple into her mouth and began to suck it like an infant. Or not exactly like an infant, since she used her tongue to play with her nipple. Then she transferred her mouth to the right and did it again. Annamarie cried out softly: "Rosemarie...! Yesss...!!! Ummmmhhh!!!" Rosemarie continued suckling and fondling Annamarie's nipples. She was getting excited as well since Annamarie was rubbing her body against hers as the pleasure she was feeling took control of her. She could feel Annamarie's flower and hers, still contained in their respective undergarments, rubbing against each other. She knew her flower was wet already; Annamarie's was most likely in the same state. "Rosemarie, Rosemarie...stop...stop..." she heard Annamarie saying. She let go of Annamarie's breasts. "What is it, Annamarie?" she asked, worried that she might have bitten her best friend or hurt her in some other way. "Oh, Rosemarie...that was so good..." Annamarie gave Rosemarie a long, deep kiss. "You liked it?" Rosemarie asked when their lips parted. "Yes, my dear friend, I did. And now I'm going to give you a nice gift for being so good to me." Annamarie got up and knelt between Rosemarie's legs. Again, she smiled at her best friend. "Are you ready?" she asked. Rosemarie simply nodded. She knew what was coming and waited with barely contained eagerness for what Annamarie would do next. Annamarie slowly began to remove Rosemarie's panties. She was enjoying the look of eagerness on her best friend's face. Once she'd stripped her bare, Annamarie lay down beside her and kissed her again. Rosemarie responded in kind. After a long moment, Annamarie's lips and hands settled on Rosemarie's breasts. First, she kissed the left one from the base up until she came to the erect nipple. She took it into her mouth and used her tongue to play with it, just as Rosemarie had done to her. Rosemarie's body bucked upward slightly; she held onto Annamarie's head and pushed it down, as if trying to put all of her breast inside Annamarie's mouth. "Annamarie...ooohhh..." Rosemarie whispered. She opened her eyes briefly to watch Annamarie expertly sucking her nipple while she kneaded the other with her right hand. The sight was almost too much for Rosemarie to bear. Then she saw her best friend let go of her left breast. Annamarie's free hand traveled gently down her body, caressing her stomach, until Rosemarie felt it close around her flower. Annamarie gave her flower a squeeze, causing Rosemarie to gasp as this new sensation coursed through her. Annamarie was pleased at the reaction she got. She continued to squeeze and rub Rosemarie's flower, feeling its wetness increase with the pressure of her hand. When she thought that it was wet and lubricated enough, she slowly inserted her middle finger between the petals of Rosemarie's flower. "A-annamarie...aaahhhh..." Rosemarie whispered, "gently...please...gently..." Annamarie stopped her finger from going further in, although she didn't take it out. Instead, she began to kiss Rosemarie on the lips once more, harder and firmer. Rosemarie kissed back just as intensely. Annamarie also played with her best friend's nipples with her lips, tongue, and free hand. Rosemarie held onto her hair like it was a life preserver in a rough sea. Several moments later, Rosemarie touched Annamarie's hand to indicate that she wanted her best friend to continue what she'd been doing. Annamarie started to insert her finger inside Rosemarie's flower again, very gently and slowly this time around. Rosemarie felt Annamarie's middle finger sliding inside her until it was deep in her flower. Annamarie moved her finger slightly while kissing Rosemarie. Her best friend's pussy felt hot and wet. Soon, her finger began to move a bit more easily. Annamarie explored the inside of Rosemarie's flower, searching for her delicate little flower bud. After a few moments, she found it and rubbed it experimentally with her fingertip. Rosemarie felt Annamarie's fingertip touch something inside her and the ensuing rush of pleasure blotted out anything else she was feeling. From what D.J. had told her, Annamarie had probably found what he called her "flower bud". Annamarie touched it again and Rosemarie felt another wave of pleasure. "Annamarie...! Oh, wowwww...!" she cried out. She no longer cared if anyone heard her. She was in ecstasy. Annamarie began to slide her finger in and out of her flower; every time she put her finger in, she made sure she reached Rosemarie's bud and played with it. Rosemarie's eyes were shut as her body bucked gently up and down to the rhythm of Annamarie's finger. She was enjoying every moment of what her best friend was doing to her. She didn't want Annamarie to stop fingering her flower. Annamarie, however, had another idea that she'd picked up from D.J.'s story. She kept on fingering Rosemarie and kissing her breasts but then her lips slowly began to move down her body. Annamarie briefly halted at Rosemarie's navel to lick and suck it. Her best friend cried out in pleasure and bucked her body upwards almost uncontrollably. After a while, she continued moving down. For a few moments, she kissed and licked the inside of Rosemarie's thighs and the sides of her crotch. Then she zeroed in on her target: Rosemarie's wet flower. Best Friends My name is Jimmy, I'm 18 yo living in California. I live in an apartment with my parents and my younger brother. I consider myself bi as I do love that of the pussy but I also love sucking cock. I have been going down on guys for a few years now pleasuring guys that I thought would be discreet. My preference is smooth guys. I don't like those that are considered "bears" or those that even have a lot of hair on their legs and chest. I have a friend that lives in an upstairs apartment named Steve. Now Steve and I are only friends outside of school as his mom sends him to a private one. Steve and I have been friends for like 4 yrs now and do quite a bit of stuff together. I don't associate with people I know in school so all of my outside activities are spent with Steve. Now we have spent the night over at each other's houses a lot but have never seen each other naked or participated in any gay tenancy activities. We usually just watch TV and talk about girls and such. The following story is partly true and some is fiction, I will let you decide which is which. A few weeks back Steve was over at my house as my parents went out with his mom and her date. My brother was in his room and asleep for the night. We were doing the typical. Just laying around in the living room watching TV making lewd teenage comments about the hot girls in the show. I had decided that tonight I was going to try and make a move on him as his body had been turning me on for years. It was about 2:00 in the morning as I got up to take my nightly shower. I soaped myself up under the hot water trying to calm my nerves. I soaped up my crotch area and carefully and meticulously shaved my cock and balls. After about 20 minutes I had enough and dried myself off trying to figure out how to get myself naked. Even though I had planned what I was going to do I hadn't worked out the details. I wrapped the towel around my waist and proceeded into my room. Steve was laying on the bed watching as I came in. "OK dude your turn, I think there might be some hot water left" I said as I casually walked in as though I always wore a just a towel around him. Steve got up and went into the bathroom. I wandered around the room thinking what to do next. I got under my sheets and pushed the blankets onto the floor pulling the sheet down my body so that my pubic area was showing but my cock was hiding. This way Steve could see my smoothness without being to forward. I was nervous as all hell as he came back 10 minutes later but he too came in only wearing a towel. Steve looked over at me and and his eyes made their way over my chest and down lower. He glanced away quickly before turning off the light. I saw him drop his towel and crawl into the other bed as the moonlight shone through the window. Steve laid there quiet as I listened to his breathing. It seemed nervous and a little ragged. He actually broke the silence first scaring me out of my thoughts of what to do next. "So J..," he said. "Yeah s'up" I replied. "Mmmm...is something going to happen tonight?" He was nervous. "What do you mean?" I questioned. "Well..," a really long pause this time, "when I came in you were practically naked." "I'm not sure." I was aching with need at this point. I wanted to just run across the room. "Are you gay?" He questioned. "Not gay Steve but I am bi." I waited as the silence in the room resumed, "you?" "I'm not sure," he said, "but I am a little curious." I took that as a go signal. I pulled back my sheet and made my way over to his bed. My cock was sticking straight out and drooling pre-cum out of my foreskin. I sat. I could see through the moonlight Steve looking up at me. His covers were only pulled up over his stomach. His smooth sexy chest was begging for my attention. I reached out and ran my hand from his collarbone down to the sheet and back up to his left nipple. I gave it a gentle pinch and it responded like I had just put ice on it. I batted his little hard nipple with my fingertip as I leaned in and took the other in my mouth. I felt a hand on the back of my head as I gently suckled on my best friend. I felt a little pressure on the top of my head as it forced me lowered. I could smell the fresh scent of body soap as I inhaled his cleanliness. I stood and took my position at the side of the bed so that I could best service my friend. I moved the sheet away. His cock was circumcised and thin but what it was missing was more than made up for in length. I had seen other cocks before but his was beautiful. He too shaved. I reached out and ran my fingers down his shaft and it twitched forcing a pool of pre-cum to form under the head as it lay against his stomach. Steve was watching me intently as I enjoyed his body. I slid my hand down and massaged his huge dangling balls. Giant orbs confined in a smooth fleshy sack. I marveled at how they moved as I let them go. Gently and slowly I slid my hand between his legs and teased his tiny pucker with my fingertip. Steve's eyes closed and he unconsciously lifted his ass up. I took just the head of his cock in my mouth, just gently swirling my tongue around it as my finger probed into his crack playing with his most intimate spot. He moaned and his hand was once again on my head. Steve reached over with his other and grasped my swollen member and gently stroked forcing more pre-cum onto the floor. With a little help from Steve's hand on the top of my head his cock had made it into my throat so I bobbed my mouth on his shaft. Steve was forcing my head up and down his meat stick and was starting to take control. My upstrokes on his cock were a reaction to the pressure on my head as he forced his cock down my throat. I was starting to get uncomfortable as I was starting to loose control of the situation. As Steve slammed my head down on his length I rammed a finger into his ass forcing him off the bed. I sat up releasing his cock with a loud pop and gasped for breath. I sat on the side of the bed trying to catch my breath with my finger still wedged up his poop shoot. "Sorry dude I just got carried away." Steve said. "It's OK," I got up and walked to the bathroom, "I'll be right back." I looked through the cabinets and eventually found what I was looking for. I went back to the room my cock bobbing up and down as the pre-cum slick shaft slapped obscenely against my stomach. I presented my find to Steve. His eyes widened as he ogled the bottle of my mom's hand lotion. "What are you going to do with that?" He questioned. "I'm not going to do anything with it," I answered. I crawled on the bed with him presenting my asshole in front of his face. Steve got the message as he squirted the cool cream onto my little pink hole. He massaged it around cautiously unsure how far to go. "Push your fingers inside," I whispered. First one then two. He pumped them in and out as the smell of hand lotion and my ass juice started to fill the room. He pulled them out to add more lotion. This time three. He gently pushed them inside. I heard and loud groan and realized it was me. I reached down and slowly stroked his cock in time to him pumping my ass. I leaned forward and stroked his cock as it lay against my cheek. My hole was well loosened up as I pulled off his probing digits with regret and anticipation as I knew what was coming. I turned looking into Steve's eyes as I reached back and lifted up his cock so it's eye could see my hole's darkness eat it up. I lowered my skinny ass down slowly pushing. My head went back as the tremendous pleasure filled me. I could feel the head twitching as it pushed on my prostate. More pre-cum leaked out and ran down my shaft. I leaned forward like girls do and put my hands on Steve's chest for support as I slowly fucked his meat with my back end. I knew neither of us would last long. "God dude your ass is hotter than any pussy I've been inside," he said. Steve put he hands under my ass and held me still as he pounded my tender hole with his invaded fuck stick. I could feel my ass rim muscles being pulled and pushed on every entry and exit of his cock. I could feel it hit my pleasure spot on every upstroke. He fucked me with a raw wildness and I was loving it. I could feel it, the sensations in my cock were telling me I was close. I started counting the strokes. First one. then two three four five. Then on the sixth stroke. Steve hit my prostate just right. Pearly streams of cum flew from my cock through the air hitting Steve's face and chest. His eyes flew open to watch the remaining ropes ease out of the swollen slit and slide down the shaft. Steve dug his fingers deep into my hips as he pounded my ass getting closer by the second. He groaned from deep in his chest as I felt my cavity been filled with hot man seed. He keep fucking me pulling his load out of my hole. He still kept fucking. My ass was tired and sore but he didn't let up. Not long after he filled me with his first load I felt his cock twitch again and he stared into my eyes as he let go of another. Finally his ass assault was over. As I laid on his chest I felt his cock shrink and slid out of my ass. Cum ran from my pucker like a river and pooled on Steve's crotch area. I feel asleep that night in Steve's bed and woke in the morning with him behind me with his greased cock once again sliding in and out of my ass. Best Friends "Boo!" I smiled; walking up to my best friend of five years at his register. Eric was working; as I had suspected; and I was in town visiting my family. "Ashley!" He cried out; running over to hug me. My 10 year old sister was on my back (When we had gotten out of the car she had demanded a piggyback ride) but he managed to wrap his arms around my waist. I smiled. "What's up?" I said; wrapping my arms around his neck. He smelled like Axe; something I had forgotten in the past year since I had seen him last. I kissed his cheek; which isn't something I normally would have done; but I had missed him so much. "Nothing; working. Which is so boring I could shoot someone." I glared at him and nodded to my sister. He just smiled at her. "Hey Emily." "Hey Eric!" She cried. She loved Eric; he was her favorite person I ever brought over to our house. Of course; I hadn't really brought anyone besides my two best friends; one guy I dated for a few months before he broke my heart; and Eric. Out of the corner of my eye I could see her pouting a bit. "How come you never come visit me anymore?" I had to hand it to her. She took after her sister like a pro. I chuckled; and Eric smiled. "I'm sorry Em. I've been super busy with school." "Oh." she said. "Ashley; can I go look at the candy?" I laughed and let her down; watching her run to the candy aisle. Eric hugged me again; tighter this time. "Why didn't you tell me you were in town?" I shrugged. "Wanted to surprise you. Nearly killed me when I talked to you these past couple weeks. I just wanted to be like 'Clear your schedule for some much needed Eric & Ashley time!'" We both laughed as he moved back to his register. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my sister still in the candy aisle. "So when are we hanging out?" He asked; keeping an eye out for a manager. "Whenever you want." I smiled. He grinned back. "I'm off at eight. Give me an hour to get out of this ridiculous outfit and I'll come pick you up." I smiled and started moving to the aisles to take my sister home. "See ya then!" I giggled. As I stood in my full length mirror; checking my outfit for the fifteenth billion time; I bit my lip. Eric and I had been best friends since I started my sophomore year here in Illinois; moving in with my father after living with my codependent drug addict mother for several years. We ended up working at the same grocery store towards the end of my sophomore year. He was a grade ahead of me. We hit it off pretty well; talking a lot. At the time (actually; still) he hated most everyone there. His senior year, my junior year, we started hanging out outside of work. We went to different schools so we went to the football games we were versed against; hung out at each others houses; watched movies together. We talked about everything and everything; he truly was one of my best friends. When I went away to college (5 hours away from the one he went to) we lost touch for a bit. When we came back for Christmas break we started talking again. By the time we went back to school; I was developing a crush on him. Of course; at the time I was dating a girl. So I couldn't do anything about it. We started visiting each other at school every couple weekends; and one weekend at a party we ended up making out. We were both pretty drunk; and never spoke about it again. A couple weeks later I decided to repress my feelings and focus on my schoolwork and my girlfriend. Of course we still talked; but not as often. At the end of my freshman year I moved out east with my mom again; leaving me and Eric not seeing each other since April of my freshman year. We had talked almost daily since I had been gone; and when I made up with my dad and decided to come spend a couple weeks with him that summer; I couldn't wait to see Eric. The possibility and resurfaced my feelings; and I was having a hard time repressing them. Looking at myself now; I smiled. My dark brown hair was straightened; my haircut that afternoon had left my hair soft and looked amazing; my bangs angled perfectly to slightly cover my right eye. I smiled as my bright green eyes looked at my reflection; the black mascara and eyeliner I had put on making them darker. My lips were a shiny pink due to my favorite lip gloss. I was wearing a tight green polo; unbuttoned. The hem of it was raised a bit to show off my tight tan tummy; my black lace cami's edge visible and falling just short of the top of my black mini skirt. I knew for a fact that Eric had a thing for legs; so I had made sure mine looked amazing. I had debated wearing stockings; but it wasn't a date and it was summer so that might have looked weird. So my legs were bare; tan and extending out of my short skirt. I wore simple 2 inch black heels; just a little strip with tiny bows by the toes holding them to my freshly pedicured foot. My toenails were red; as always; and I had gone for a French manicure this time. Grinning at my reflection; I knew I looked as perfect as I could. I was thankful I thought ahead of time and bought a purple pushup bra and boy short set; they both felt and looked amazing on me underneath. It was about 8:52 p.m. My phone started ringing and I went to my desk to see who it was. When I saw Eric's name and a goofy pic of us laying on the track at my old college I smiled; flipping open the phone. "Sup playa?" I asked. He chuckled. "I'm here." He said; honking for emphasis. I looked out my window and waved. "I'm on my way out." I said; grabbing my small black Coach purse. I kissed my sister and brother; waving to my step mom (my father was working) and said I was out with Sarah; a lie but necessary for what I was planning. We went to the park by his house; the summer night cool and dark. We laughed and talked; swinging for awhile before running around on the playscape. He chased me up the stairs; and I laughed and ditched my heels; running up to the top of the tower; which I barely fit in. I stuck my tongue out and let him catch me. He laughed as he ran into the tower; grabbing my waist as we laughed and caught our breath. As we stood there; crouched down a bit in the tower; I could feel an electricity between us. He grinned at me and I panicked. I quickly ducked out of the tower and slid down the slide; giggling as I waited for him to come down. He did a moment later; hopping off the edge of the slide. "Super cool," I grinned; mocking him. He punched my arm and I pouted. "Oh, you know it." He smiled back. My heart was fluttering; I wasn't sure why my stomach was turning but I felt really nervous. I brushed my bangs out of my face and twirled my hair with a finger. "Don't your feet hurt?" He asked; looking down at the woodchips. It was actually extremely painful but I didn't want to complain; my shoes were too far away. "Like a bitch. But my shoes are all the way over there." I said; pointing to them on the opposite side of the playscape. Eric chuckled and moved closer to me; placing one hand on my back; bending slightly and lifting me off the ground. I squealed as I felt my feet leave the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck; my eyes looking at the ground in fear. I did not want him to drop me. He laughed as he walked over to wear my shoes were; carrying me with ease. I bit my lip; nervous; concentrating on the ground. When we managed to get to my shoes; he sat down; placing me on his lap while I slid my shoes on. "Thanks," I said; smiling at him. He smiled back; brushing a piece of hair out of my face. His deep brown eyes smiled with him; I loved them. I think a part of the reason I was a sucker for dark eyes was because of him. A thunderclap rolled overhead and we both looked up at the sky; my face suddenly anxious. He placed his hand on the small of my back. "We should head back to my house fast. Don't want your hair to get wet," he teased and I giggled. I hopped off his lap and we walked down the hill; heading to his house. About a block away from his house thunder clapped again; and I shivered despite the heat. He took my hand and we moved quicker. We were a few houses away when the rain began. It didn't sprinkle either; it poured. We were soaking wet by the time we got to his driveway. I just laughed and stood there. Thunder clapped overhead again and I just spun in his driveway. He turned around to see me; his light brown hair dark with the rain. "Ashley! What are you doing?" He called out; loud for how late it was. I ran over to him and grabbed his hand; spinning him with me; laughing. "My hairs already wet! Might as well make it fun!" He stood there and watched me dance around in the rain; smiling. It took me a couple minutes to realize this and when I did I laughed and walked over to him; my clothes completely soaking and my hair a stringy mess." What are you smiling at?" I asked, my voice loud as lightening flashed. His red polo and khakis were soaked through too. He continued to grin as I moved closer. A shiver went through my body as I stared at him. I stopped about a foot away and he moved closer; one arm wrapping around my waist as the other gently grabbed my head; pulling it closer to his. When our lips touched I was shocked; though I don't know why; I had seen it all happening in slow motion. Thunder cackled and lightening sprouted again; but all that I could focus on was the fact that Eric and I were kissing. My arms quickly wound around his neck; pulling him closer to me as I leaned my body into him. We were soaking wet; I was almost sure that my makeup was running; but I had never felt so sexy-been so turned on. Our kiss started slowly; but the longer it went on the more passionate and frenzied it became. Our tongues danced in each others mouths; his hands moving to grab my waist; my hands moving to grab his hair; holding each other as tightly as possible. His hands move down to my ass; grabbing it and lifting me up. I jumped and wrapped my legs around his waist and we managed to kiss our entire way into his house. His parents were gone on a vacation so we had the whole place to ourselves. We went in through the front door and managed to make it to the living room before he dropped me on the couch; our mouths rarely apart. His hands started caressing my sides; my body shivered in both cold and passion. He backed off slowly; drawing kisses on my cheek and down to my ear; nibbling it softly. "You might be warmer with those clothes off," he whispered. I shivered again. Eric and I had said things like this jokingly to each other before; but now; now it was different. We weren't kidding. He continued to kiss my neck; his hands gently sliding up the side of my shirt. He lifted both my polo and my tank off in one fast motion; lifting them over my head with barely leaving my neck. I moaned quietly as his kisses moved lower. His mouth trailed my collarbone; moving down to my breasts. He smiled up at me as his tongue traced the outline of my purple bra and I shivered again. It was a front clasp and as I felt his tongue dart inside the edges barely he unhooked it; letting it fall off. My tits exposed for the first time to him; one hand paid attention to my right nipple; teasing it gently; pulling at it. I rolled my eyes back instinctively as my back arched a bit. He chucked as his mouth kissed my left tit. His tongue snaked around my nipple and I moaned; he sucked it into his mouth and my hands went to hold his head tighter to me. After a few minutes of switching between my tits he moved his head up higher; kissing back up my neck. I grabbed his head and kissed his mouth passionately once more; my hands in a frenzy to get us both undressed. I grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it above his head; not looking anywhere but him as I threw it off into the corner of the room. Our eyes met as we kissed again; both of us smiling. I still had on my soaking wet skirt and boy shorts; but my skin was red and feverish; tingling from his touch. One of his hands was on my back; the other stroking the hair out of my face as we kissed. My hands however; were unfastening his pants; sliding them down. I rolled him over so he was underneath me; kissing his neck momentarily before moving down to his boxers. I slipped my fingers into the sides and slid them down too; throwing them and his khakis towards his shirt. I bit my lip as I saw his 7 and a half inch cock exposed for the first time; already hard and dripping pre cum. I licked the tip of it; staring up at him. "Oh god Ash," he moaned quietly; watching me. As I slipped the head into my mouth and my tongue gently probed it; his hands moved down to rest on my head. I giggled around his dick before I started moving my head up and down on it. My hand moving in rhythm with my mouth; I vacuumed my mouth and relaxed my throat; managing to suck the whole thing into me. My hands played with his balls as I sucked his cock; my tongue gently playing as much as it could as I heard him moan quietly; his hands holding my head down. Finally I let him fall out of my mouth; kissing the head one final time before kissing back up his body. I laid on top of him and we kissed passionately again; his hands moving to remove my skirt and boy shorts; shedding them quickly. He rolled me over so he was on top again; kissing my shoulder before reaching into his pants to grab a condom out of his wallet. I giggled a little at how cheesy that was and rolled it on him quickly. positioning his cock at my cunt. He kissed me deeply as I lifted my hips and he slowly entered me. We both groaned against each other; his hands resting on my hips; holding onto me; while mine wrapped around his neck. Both our eyes were open as we watched one another; his hips starting to move up and down; thrusting in and out of me. My legs wrapped around his waist; spreading open a bit more in the process. "Fuck Ash;" He groaned; pumping harder. I smiled as I lifted my hips up to his; fucking him back just as fast as he was going. He started to pant and I kissed him again; leaving us both breathless. We moved quickly; passion overflowing through both of us. It didn't take long for me to feel my first orgasm rolling through me. "Eric;" I cried out; biting my lip. He felt my pussy clamp around him and he smiled; kissing my ear again. "Cum for me," he whispered; and I turned my head to kiss him. "Cum for me baby," he said again; thrusting harder. I surrendered myself; feeling my cunt tighten as I moaned loudly; my eyes rolling back as my hips and back arched into him; tightening my legs and arms around him. My skin shivered a bit as I came. He kissed me and I nibbled on his lip; causing him to moan. As my first orgasm subsided; he held me closer to him; fucking me faster and harder. "I'm going to cum Ash," He moaned and I nodded, unable to speak. I kissed him gently; edging him on. He kissed my cheek before cumming; both of us still moving our hips. I had another orgasm; my cunt tightening around him once more. Milking him for his cum. We shook; moaned; groaned. We panted and kissed through our orgasms. We slowed down; coming to a stop. He lay on top of me; careful not to smoosh me and I giggled. He gave me an inquisitive look. "What?" he asked. "Just glad I told my parents I was out with Sarah," I said; kissing him quickly. He chuckled with me, kissing my neck. "Good thing." Best Friends My best friend Jeff came to visit last week. He just recently moved close to my wife and I and is also going through a divorce. His wife cheated on him and he was devastated. Probably one of the most devastating things a young man can go through. It did not surprise me because she had tried to come on to me in the past, but thankfully I was still sober enough to pass on it. She was hot, but it was my best friend's wife. I had seen her naked in the past when she and my wife, Jen, gave us both a striptease. We had never done any swapping though. Jeff was always on the conservative side. When he showed up at our house we had not seen him in over a year. Jen always thought he was hot, but he was now in excellent shape. He had definately been hitting the gym pretty hard. The first night he was here we spent time catching up and getting drunk. Jen's friend was supposed to come over, but never showed. Her friend, Amy, is a real slut. Jeff told us he had not had sex with anyone since his wife, Linsey. This was surprising, but not extremely surprising. He is good looking, but does not seem to be very smooth with the ladies. The next night we decided to go to a bar on the lake that had a live band. We thought there would probably be some ass running around and Jeff might get lucky. There were some good looking girls, but the only ones that paid us much attention were four older ladies that were interested in me. Once they found out I was married they turned their interest to him. They were not very hot, but I probably would have fucked them if I hadn't been laid in 6 months or so. It ended up being a great night of hanging out, and Jeff even got one hot girl's number who was a cocktail waitress. By closing time we were pretty intoxicated from pitchers of beer and jello shots. Jen was the least drunk, but still had a pretty good buzz. She drove us back to the house, and we continued drinking while watching Unfaithful. We all changed into something more comfortable. For me that was pajama pants and no shirt, same for Jeff, and for Jen was a tight white T and some black boy cut panties. I later found out that when I was in our room changing Jen sat on the loveseat next to Jeff and told him, "since you didn't find any ass at the bar, you can always have sex with me and Brad." He replied, "I'm down with whatever." This surprises me because he is usually conservative, but on the other hand he is a guy and Jen is hot. He also knows that we're pretty open minded, and he hasn't been laid in quite some time. Jen then made out with him while stroking his cock until they heard me coming back. She must have scurried back to the couch, because I never heard her. It might have been planned, but a few minutes later Jeff went to take a leak. Jen whispered in my ear that she was horny and wanted both of us to stuff her and empty our loads all over her. This got me extremely hard. She then told me she had felt his cock, and it was perfect. This angered me a little, but didn't surprise me. After all if it were me and two hot girls I would have wanted the same thing. She told me that he was down, so there was really nothing stopping this from happening. We had fantasized many times about her being fucked by the both of us. When he came back we continued watching the movie. I could tell him and I were both a little nervous, but that did not last long. I started fooling around with Jen, and then stopped. I told Jeff, "man that sucks you couldn't pull any ass at the bar." Actually Jen was supposed to be talking to chicks for him too, but wasn't doing a very good job. That was probably on purpose. I then said, "you could help me out with Jen if you want." He readily agreed, and there was no turning back from there. I went down on Jen while they made out. He pulled her perky B cup breasts out and squeezed them vigorously. Jen really likes it rough. I told Jeff to feel free to do whatever he wants. He is our best friend and was going through a hard time. Anyways Jen and I were really into this. I figured all the times she shares me the least I can do is let her get two dicks every once in a while. Jeff told her to suck his cock as he laid down on the couch. She went to town on it as I entered her from behind. She must having been doing a great job, because his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Neither one of us were ready to go, so we switched. It was my turn to relax and enjoy, while he abused her tight little pussy. He was fucking her from behind as she sucked my dick. She only paused to look back whorishly and say, "hate fuck me like I was Linsey!" That might have been a mistake on her part. I couldn't tell with the screaming, moaning, and weird fuck faces she made after that. I have never seen someone fucked that vigorously and abusively. Jeff was going a million miles an hour and beating the crap out of her pussy. In the mean time she stopped sucking me to scream her lungs out. It was a mess of him fucking her, squeezing her titties, pulling her hair, and slapping her ass. I could tell she was getting one of the best fuckings of her life. I had fucked her like that a time or two, but being with the two of us must have made it that much more pleasurable. After that she was in a little bit of pain, and made the both of us lay down. She sucked him off first, swallowing every drop. She then continued with me, not missing a drop. We all passed out, waking up in the morning in a mess of naked bodies and discarded clothes. Definately the most memorable adventure to date. The next day was his last night here and we had an encore of the night before. All set up by Jen. Not as raunchy, but quite pleasurable. We've already made plans for him to come back and hang out in a couple months. Hopefully we can find another girl to join in. Otherwise it will likely be another gangbang for Jen. Best Friends "Hey Mickey?" "Yeah Lance?" "Man, I m hot and tired. We've been paddling all day. Wanna call it quits and stop for the night?" "Sure Buddy." The two young men, best friends since third grade, are physical opposites as is often the case with best buds. Mickey is short and thin, not very athletic, very fair skinned with red hair and numerous freckles. Most people, seeing him for the first time, take him for at least four years younger than his twenty-two years. Lance is dark and broad across the shoulders, with jet black hair. A hint of dark mustache crowns his upper lip and his arms and legs are thick with muscle. With a fair amount of expertise, the two young men guide their 16' Grumman to a perfect landing at the chosen spot. "Ya wanna pitch the tent or gather firewood, ol 'pal?" I'll pitch the tent good buddy ," Mickey replies. In half an hour the campsite is set up with fire ring, heaps of firewood and taut tent. The two young men spent several years in scouts together and have camped together many times. Lance, his dark face flushed even darker from exertion, yells across the campsite to his friend. " Hey Lance. I'm really hot and tired, I think I'll take a dip in the river." And so saying, he dashes to the river's edge, dropping clothing as he runs. Mickey watches Lance. He can't help but notice Lance's manhood swaying to and fro as he runs, long, dark and heavy, almost fearsome looking, hooded by its long dark wrinkled foreskin. "Woah, Mickey," he says to himself. "Since when are you interested in other guys dicks?" " Well." he answers himself, "I didn't DO anything. And it really is astonishing." Lance cuts the current with a long slashing dive, yelling as he surfaces, "Catch me if you can, you wuss!" Mickey answers the challenge, doffing his clothes somewhat more slowly and neatly and dives in, stroking strongly after his friend. The cold running current of the black river is stimulating on his small pink cock and balls. He has always loved the free feeling of swimming naked. Suddenly the larger lad rises from the river and pushes Mickey under. The two young men duck and splash and wrestle in the chilly water until they are near exhaustion, romping like a pair of puppies. Finally, Mickey surrenders. "I'm headin' in, time for some chow and a roaring fire." As he walks toward shore, he attempts to conceal the half-erection brought on by the frequent contact with the other's body. He goes in the tent and emerges with a soft towel for each of them, holding one partially in front of himself. As Lance's waist clears the water, he sees that he need not be ashamed, for Lance's large dark manhood shows signs of interest also. Tossing one towel to his friend, he proceeds to dry himself all over, pretending nonchalance. Lance grins as he snatches the towel and begins drying his body, feeling a deep, warm pleasure at the prospect of spending time with his life-long friend, who he sees as this amazingly clever and funny elf-like figure, a leprechaun whose pot of gold is his trusting, caring, clever nature. "Turn around and I'll dry your back." Mickey complies. Touching his best friend's back, even through the towel, elicits a reaction Lance had not expected, a deep warm flood of affection. He feels blood rushing to his groin. Confused, he turns away and immediately covers himself, walking away toward the fire ring. "What's wrong good buddy?" Stammering. "Uh Er, uh nothin' I'm okay. Let's get the fire goin!" Strangely, even though both battle a flood of conflicting emotions, neither friend rushes to get clothed. "I got a better idea. You get the fire goin' and I'll get us a coupl'a cold ones." The friends sit by the fire, towels around their waists, sipping their beers and talking over old times, truly unconcerned now about their near nakedness, the earlier rush of passion subsided. "Member that time in eighth grade I had to explain to that nun what 'the finger' meant?" Mickey says. "Yeah and I told you to tell her it meant 'god loves you' so she would go around flashing it all day. They both gush with laughter, beer spurting out of their noses, nearly gagging. The friends char two big steaks, eating them with greasy fingers and greasy faces and greasy chests and bellies, sipping more beers, getting slightly buzzed, their voices ringing out along the vast spaces and echoing down the river The lowering dusk paints the sky in hues of gold and scarlet and crimson, mirrored in the black glass of the river's surface. The two young men, their bodies aglow, stand side by side, awed by the miracle, the backs of their hands touching lightly. They return to their fire as night seeps from the river, swallowing them in its starless darkness. In the absolute darkness they subconsciously draw nearer the fire and one another, shoulders nearly touching. From time to time one of the lads will touch the other's shoulder or knee to make a point. Stillness and quiet descend. The murmuring river sings in constant harmony to their subdued voices. It is as if this night is the culmination of all their years of trust, of unfailing caring and sharing, of dreams and hopes and schemes. Mickey lays his hand on his bud's shoulder, turns him to peer into his black eyes. "You know Lance. I am so blessed to have you as my friend. You can't imagine what it means to me to have you. Sometimes I think of you and I cannot speak. But I had to tell you, had to put it into words, you know me, writer, poet, words mean much to me. Thank you for caring about me." "Ya know good buddy, having you, caring about you, being your friend is easy. Sometimes with, er, uh, like a girl, a woman, ya know they make it so hard", laughing broadly, "I mean so difficult, having to name everything, have a name for every feeling. But with you and me it has always been there, I mean, I don't know how to say it, but I feel what you are trying to say. You want me to say it? To name it? Lance's voice drops several decibels, his words near a whisper.!" It's love Mickey, love. Does that shock you? Is it wrong for me to say 'I love you'?" Alone, miles from the nearest human, in the safe inky blackness of the woods, they are finally free to express all, to feel all. Their manhood no longer requires that they conceal the immensity of their feelings for one another. The fire throws a spray of gold and crimson into the air as if to celebrate this belated declamation. "Lance?"softly, tentatively. "Yes Mickey," tenderly. "I need to tell you something but I am afraid" "Afraid of what my friend?" "Of losing you." Lance's voice is flat and even, like swearing in court. "Well forget it. Say what you want. Lose me. I would lose you. That AIN'T gonna happen!" "Remember that time in the sixth grade when we 'camped out' in my back yard?" "Yeah, I remember." "Well late that night, after you thought I was asleep, I watched you beat off in the dim moonlight." "Huh? You watched me?" "Yes. I thought it was the most beautiful and exciting thing I had ever seen." "You mean, er, uh. . .?" "And I wanted so, so badly to come to you, to join you. To, to ..................to touch you. I have regretted it my whole life. And then when I saw you in the river today I almost lost my breath." Very very softly, like a muted whisper. "I felt that too!" "You mean today, this afternoon?" "Oh yes!" Lance rises and stands behind and over his life-long friend. Silently his hands begin to move slowly, massaging Mickey's shoulders and upper back; roughly at first, softening to caresses. Behind him, Mickey feels his friend's manhood push the towel roughly against his back. Moving and swaying with his massaging movements. "Mickey?" "Y y y yes Lance?" Mickey's voice is muted by the growing lump in his throat. Lance turns his friend's body to look in his eyes, glimmering gold and crimson in the firelight. "Let's go to the tent?" Deep dark stillness for a long, deep moment. " Oh . . . Okay." Wordlessly, the two lovers rise, towels falling away. Lance reaches to take Mickey's hand and leads him to the tent, holding the flap open for him and entering behind. Lance lays on his back and reaches out his hand. "Come," he says simply. Mickey small manhood is about the size of a small sausage, smooth and pink, but rigid as iron. His legs are shaking as he moves to lie beside his 'friend'. There is silence for a time and darkness, the only light the flame of the campfire dancing on the eerie blue of the tent. Lance speaks, his voice clearly distorted by the lump in his throat. "You want the flashlight on or off?" "D..d..don't know Yyyyou decide." After another long pause, Lance reaches over wordlessly and lays his palm on Mickey's small firm belly, rotating in widening circles. Mickey gasps. "L l lance?" "Yes friend?" "I, I, . . . I'm afraid" "What of?" "I don't know. Of you, of IT, the uncertainty, of the change I might be making in my life, I guess." Lance rises to one elbow, not loosening his hold, leans over close so Mickey can see his eyes. "Don't think, don't analyze. Here is this glorious day, The full, wondrous day we have spent together, the first day ever in all the years we have known each other that we have been together all day. And now this wondrous night. The two of us. No one else for miles and miles. Don't think. For once, Mick, don't think, don't analyze." He rises partially and lays his huge cock against Mickey's belly. " Touch me," he says, "touch my cock." Mickeys hand covers the massive organ, pressing it tight against him. "Oh God," he whispers, "Oh My God!" Lance begins to softly stroke Mickey's rock hard dick rising straight out from its nest of strawberry curls. Mickey's hips arch upward to meet his friend's hand. Lance begins to grip tighter, stroke harder. "Oh Lance, don't I'll ... I'm gonna ... " "Mickey, go with it man, cum!" "But I ...But it..." "Shhh. Shhh. Lance leans and covers Mickey's lips with his, softly, then whispers softly into his best friend's mouth. "Yes Mickey cum! I've been waiting a long, long time. Give it to me" The young redhead arches his hips, legs taut and trembling, his voice is gone, breath ragged. Lance's dark unshaved stubble is rough on Mickey's face, scratchy, but so intimately exciting. Mickey cries out and spatters cum on Lance's hand and his own chest and neck. Lance leans over and takes Mickey's small cock fully in his mouth, licking it free of cum, savoring some on his tongue and bringing it to Mickey's lips, laughing. "I guess this makes us cum brothers." Mickey, panting hard, still recovering, gasps, "Not quite yet, good buddy!" He pushes Lance over on his back and takes Lance's huge swollen cock head between his lips. Amazed at how good, how right it feels to take the rigid, smokey, pungent hot-man smell and taste of Lance into his mouth. Something clicks in his consciousness and , eyes open he begins to ardently make love to the thick tower of Lance's manhood. He toys with the foreskin with his lips and tongue, running his tongue under and around the loose flesh. Lance moans as Mickey flicks his tongue into the small cock lips. His hips arch upward. Mickey's face descends, nose touching Lance's black pubic hair. He gags, withdraws. Tries again, gags, withdraws. After several attempts his throat finally adjusts to the massive presence and he begins a quick rhythm, moving his throat up and down on Lance. Lance cries out, startling the night birds from their perches. "God! Oh my god, Mickey! Oh god Mickey, yes!," grabbing the back of Mickey's head and thrusting his huge shaft sharply up. Thick white gobs of cum spatter against the back of Mickey's throat. Mickey responds by sucking hard. It seems as though he sucks a solid stream of cum from deep inside Lance as the orgasm goes on and on. As Lance's large organ begins to recede, Mickey slides up his best friends body and spits cum into Lance's gasping mouth, laughing. "Now we're cum brothers, just like we became blood brothers in the fourth grade!" Lance chuckles. "What took us so long?" The two soulmates snuggle into one another's arms, possessively clutching each other's cock as they doze off in contentment. ( part two cumming soon) Best Friends For Trish - Even after she had paid him off, the cab driver lingered as Claire walked away. She smiled to herself, knowing that the driver would not leave until her leather encased ass was no longer visible. The house was one of many McMansions located in the outskirts of Ft. Lauderdale. As she rang the doorbell Claire thought, with a slight smirk, that while her college roommate had married well, she had settled for far less than Claire would ever accept. "Claire! I can't believe you're here, come in!" Linda Martin exclaimed as she embraced her old friend. "I am so glad that you could come visit for a couple of days. It's going to be just like old times." "Well not exactly like old times." Claire responded while laughing. "Come, sit down." LInda said as she led Claire into the large sitting room off the entryway. "No, I am quite the respectable lady now, well as far as my neighbors know, I am anyway." Both Claire and Linda were women endowed with beauty, brains, ambition and just a little bit of self centeredness. The had only stayed briefly in their spartan dorm room at NYU. Very quickly they had moved into a Manhattan penthouse, paid for by the men that the two ladies both kept in their lives and disposed of as they outlived their usefulness. Their sexual appetites were as varied as they were deep. In addition to discovering this about themselves they found another truth; Incredibly rich men fucked as well as other men and offered rewards that mere mortals could not. After college Linda had settled for a conventional life that included two children; a boy, now eighteen and a girl, sixteen. Claire, on the other hand, had essentially become an five-figure escort. She had also married and married very well, though that had not curtailed her outside activities in the least. That is, however, a story for another time. During this visit a thought had sprung into Claire's mind. The thought had entered suddenly, the moment Claire met Linda's son, Dan. Claire liked boys. The fact that this was her college roommate's son just triggered her kinky reflex. Late on their second night together Linda and Claire were up late talking. "Linda I have a favor to ask. I might have a "date" Saturday night and I did not pack any "special" clothes for this visit. Do you still have anything I might be able to use?" Linda laughed and put her wine glass down on the coffee table. She smiled and looked around before leaning in and lowering her voice. "Old habits die hard. Steve and I occasionally swing. Come on." she said as she grabbed Claire's hand and pulled her up from the couch. "Keep your voice down, Steve is sleeping." Linda warned as she led Claire through her bedroom and into her walk-in closet. Once inside she closed the door behind them and let Claire to the back of the room. There she pushed a panel and stepped into a small hidden room. "This was an option on this house. The kids don't even know about it. We keep the grown-up's toys here." The room was essentially a combination compact dungeon/playspace and storage area. There was a rack of latex, leather and assorted lingerie along the back wall. A heavy chair with steel tie down rings sat in the center of the room while a series of shelves adjacent to the clothing held many pairs of stiletto heeled shoes and boots. Claire laughed, "Your sure that this is just recreational because I have go to tell you girlfriend, it sure looks like you are still a professional to me." "No, just a housewife. Pick anything you want. We still look like we are the same size, good thing we both went with the 700cc implant or I would not be able to help you out with a top." Claire had used every opportunity to flirt with Dan that she could over the two days she had been at Linda's house. Nothing really overt, just a touch here a laugh there, she knew it would not take much for her to hold an eighteen year old's attention. For Dan's part he had stayed close to home and had used every excuse to hang around. He thought that Claire epitomized the term MILF. It was Friday night, the last night of Claire's visit. She had skillfully plied Linda with wine, knowing that it worked on her like a sleeping potion. By nine Linda was fast asleep and Steve was out of town on business. Claire was in Linda's guest-room putting the final touches on her makeup. Her green eyes sparkled as she contemplated her ensemble. She had chosen black because it complimented her dark tresses and she thought, it was the color of seduction. First she pulled on the black hose with the black rubber tops. They came all the way up her legs, stopping just shy of her crotch and ass. A simple black choker with "SLUT" written in diamonds made Claire start to drip as she contemplated that it had come from Dan's mother. Next came the black opera gloves and her wedding ring. The black, leather wrap around skirt was as easy to put on as it would be to take off, just a single pull would open the snaps and reveal her perfect, heart shaped ass. A little thrill went through her as she zipped up Linda's leather jacket. It fit her like a glove and accentuated her already large tits. She then slipped her feet into Linda's patent leather, platform heel pumps. These six inch stilettos would boost Claire's hight to an inch or so above her young prey's. Claire then picked up the riding crop and headed toward Dan's room. It was about ten o'clock and Dan was lying in his bed surfing for porn on his laptop when he heard a tapping on his door. He closed the laptop and got out of bed. He opened the door and his jaw dropped. Claire was standing there looking at some imagined flaw on her talon like nails. Dan was able to squeeze out a "Claire, uh.." Claire stopped pretending to look at her nails, moved the crop up under Dan's chin and stepped into his room. The next thing he knew Claire had stepped right into his personal space. She was less than an inch away and he could feel the energy of her body even though they were not actually touching each other. For a second she held there, then he felt both of her hands move up and cup the sides of his head. A moment later he felt her lips on his lips. Expertly she opened his lips with her own and slipped her tounge into his mouth. Dan had french kissed girls before, but never a woman and certainly not one with tits so big that they pressed into his chest, making their presence abundantly clear. Claire broke the kiss, moved next to Dan and bent over so her head was at his crotch. She roughly opened his pajamas and deep throated Dan's cock. No girl had ever blown dan this way before. He had easy access to her ass and a complete view of her body. Dan involuntarily drew a deep breath as Claire's mouth engulfed his dick. Suddenly he realized his door was open and he reached across Claire to swing it closed. Claire's foot shot out and loudly stopped the door. She looked up at him and hissed, "Leave it open." before going down on him again. She dug her nails into his ass as she sucked him off. She was dripping wet, thinking about what she was doing. Blowing her best friend's son. Dan could feel the come rising and he involuntarily gripped Claire's head and pulled her in hard, completely impaling her face. His knees shook as he blew his load. It had been a long time since Claire had given a blow-job to someone so young, she had nearly forgotten the copious amount of come that young men produced. She swallowed every drop and thoroughly cleaned his member before standing. She grabbed his cock, turned, looked over her shoulder and said, "Come." Claire led him, by his cock, out of his room and down to the moonlight bathed living room. There she roughly shoved him onto the couch. Dan sat mesmerized, watching her. Placing one of her stiletto heels on the coffee table she gave it a mighty shove and moved it clear of the couch. Keeping her eyes locked on Dan's she placed both of her hands on her thighs and moved them upward fondling her breasts before running them through her hair. She then unzipped the jacket in one motion, tore it off and threw it across the room where it landed on a fern, breaking it. Her eyes still bore into Linda's son's as she took two steps closer to him and ripped the skirt free and tossed it into his face. Claire then spread her legs and bent forward again blowing Dan. He became hard again almost instantaneously and she rapidly stood up and then mounted him. Finally Dan managed to speak, "I am not wearing a condom, maybe we should get one." "No! I want to feel your come. Fuck me, fuck me hard little boy." Claire was really into it, the fact that this was Linda's son was really doing it for Claire. That Linda was sleeping in a room, in the very house where she was riding Linda's son, was moving Claire closer and closer to orgasm. "Suck my tits kid." Claire added. Dan's hands were roaming from Claire's back down to her ass. He opened his mouth and sucked Claire's left tit into his mouth. He was excited and sucked hard. "That's it suck mommy's big tits. Drink my milk!" Claire grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard. She had long been able to lactate during sex and milk started to flow, flooding Dan's mouth. As she neared orgasm Claire flexed her legs, digging Linda's stiletto heels into her son's lower thigh. Knowing whose shoes they really were, Linda whispered huskily, "You like mommy's high heels digging into you while you fuck her? Don't you little boy?" "Yes." Dan replied as he stopped sucking her tit to answer. "Say it Dan. Say you want me. Call me mommy you little brat!" she hissed while she roughly rode up and down the full length of his shaft while pulling his hair hard. Dan was so turned on he would have said anything. "God mommy, you are so tight, I am gong to come in your tight pussy." "I am going to come, I can't stop it!" Dan continued. "My tits, grab my fucking tits, hard!" As she said this she grabbed his hands and brought them up to her chest. Dan squeezed them hard and Claire began to orgasm. She felt Dan's come pulsing into her womb as he blew another load into her. As they came she grabbed his head by the hair, pulled his head back and kissed him deeply. Claire left Linda's clothing in the guest-room with a note; "Thanks L, I ended up going out on Friday night instead. The clothes really came in handy, I felt like a complete slut. You're the best. Claire." Best Friends? I've had the hots for my best friend ever since I saw him for the first time. It was if my heart took a big leap and landed on cloud nine. His name is Kshitij. He is tall, handsome, attractive, but what caught my attention were his eyes – deep, mischievous, and lively. Usually I stayed away from boys, but he was an exception. I followed him around; I interested myself in whatever interested him… Finally came the day when we really became friends. My heart nearly burst with happiness. But there was a problem. He was a popular guy, and I became just one of his many friends. But I still tried hard, and then one day came his words – You are my best friend. I trust you more than I trust anyone else, you are very important to me and I hope that I shall have you by my side all my life. But still, I was only a FRIEND. And the biggest problem was that he had a girlfriend. He told me that I was very sexy, he told me that he dreamed of having sex with me, he told me that he wanted to have sex with me, but he had a girlfriend. I decided to take the plunge and told him that I loved him, but he said no, you don't love me, you can't love me because you are my friend. After that, I lost all hope of ever getting him, but what could I do? He was so sexy; his voice would make me tremble, a mail from him would send me into jitters… I was helpless. But still, I was his friend. I was the one he told how his girlfriend loved me, how she pleased him. I had to listen to this when I wanted to be the one doing it all to him. One day he called up and said he wanted to meet me, so I said, "Sure, come over in the evening." I showered, dressed, and drowned myself in perfume. My parents were away for the weekend, so I wore a really short skirt and a sheer white blouse that showed my bra trying to hold my 36C breasts. I heard the doorbell. I knew it had to be Kshitij. I checked myself in the mirror one last time, and ran to open the door. Oh God! Why did he have to be so attractive? Why did he have to smell so good? Why did he have to be… my best friend? "Hello? Anybody home?" he asked, tapping my head. "Uh? What? Oh sorry! Come in." "Are you OK?" he asked, concerned. Again. Why did he have to be so sweet and caring? We went and sat on the couch. Something was wrong. I could hear it in his voice, feel it in his tone, but he didn't tell me. We had been talking for nearly an hour when, suddenly he said, "My girlfriend dumped me." So, that was it. "What happened? Did you fight?" I asked. He nodded yes, not wanting to speak. As far as I knew, their relationship had been smooth. Then what happened suddenly? "We had a fight about you. She thinks I have some kind of affair with you." Me? I was confused. Where did she get that idea from? "She saw some files on my computer. The ones where I wrote my fantasies about you, and a few pictures of you which I made." I was shocked! I had no idea about any of this! Fantasies about me? Pictures? He saw my shocked face and laughed. "Did I surprise you? Yes, I have many fantasies about you. I have realized, though late, that you are the girl I love. I want to be with you – now, and forever…" With that, he took my face in his hands and gave me a deep, passionate kiss. It seemed like hours before he released me. My mind was in a whirl. I had wanted this for so long, and now that my wish had come true, I couldn't believe it. He continued, "I want to lay you down on the bed and undress you to reveal your beautiful naked body. I want to kiss your nipples and suck on them till they're hard as rocks. I want to lick every inch of your body, to kiss my way down to your sweet pussy. I want to eat your pussy and suck on your hard clit, to drive you mad, to take you to the peak of ecstasy. I want to love you like you've never been loved before, I want to make love to you." By now, we were both breathing heavily. Just hearing him tell me all that he wanted to do to me made me aroused. I could feel my wetness. I didn't have to say anything, he could sense my feelings. "Where…" he started to ask. I pointed to my bedroom. He came over to me, picked me up in his strong arms, came me a kiss and took me to the bed. He laid me on the bed gently. For a long time he just stood staring at me out of those deep eyes. "God, you're so beautiful. I can't believe I could ever think anyone was more beautiful than you." I couldn't speak, I couldn't move. It all seemed a dream to me. He lay down beside me and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, kissing every inch of skin that appeared. He lifted my arms and took the blouse off. My bra soon followed. He looked hungrily at my breasts with my nipples standing proud. He undid the clasp of my skirt and pulled it down, followed by my panties. He stared at me. "Perfect. You're so perfect" he said huskily. I could hear his arousal in his voice. He kissed me again and moved down, leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my nipples. He licked my left nipple while his hand played with the right one. He then switched them. He again moved downward, towards my pussy. He laid his whole right hand over my mound. I was so aroused I almost orgasmed. He bent his head and kissed my slit. He started licking me slowly. Oh God! The sexiest man I ever laid my eyes on was licking my pussy, sucking my clit. I screamed as I came harder that I had ever done before. He hungrily lapped up all my juices. He looked at me through those beautiful eyes as I lay there panting, coming down from my orgasmic high. "That… was…. so good…" I managed to say, finally finding my voice. "I want to make love to you… I want to…" I stopped him with my lips on his before he could complete his thought. I kissed him with all the passion I had felt ever since I first saw him and he kissed me back with the passion he had denied for so long. I broke off and looked down to see his cock straining against his trousers. I slowly reached out and placed my hand over it. It seemed to jump within its cage. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, his boxers along with them while he took off his shirt. His cock jumped, pointing straight. I encircled it with my fingers and pressed lightly. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings. He opened them when I suddenly let go. "What happened?" he asked. "I want to feel you inside me, to fill me, to love me." He lay down on top of me, his cock resting just above my pussy, pressing into me, teasing. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked. Again. So caring, so considerate. But he was now mine. I nodded yes. He gently, slowly inserted his head into me. He stopped when he felt resistance. He looked up at me, surprised. "I'm still a virgin," I said in reply to his look. This time he pushed forward really slowly, allowing me to savour the feelings he was giving me. He stretched my hymen, till it popped. I cried out in pain, but he quickly kissed me hard. He kept moving within me, slowly, till the feelings made me forget the pain. He touched every part of me with his cock, feeling me, exploring me. He filled me completely. He continued to move in me, but he slowly speeded up. With every thrust, his cock rubbed against my clit, driving me mad. I could feel the pressure building, I could feel him tense, I could feel my pussy tighten. "I'm gonna cum…" he managed to gasp out. He groaned and I could feel his seed pumping into me. The feeling of him filling me took me over the edge again. I screamed his name as I came. He slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth, dueling with mine. He rolled me over to my side and once again looked at me through those beautiful deep eyes. "I love you. You are mine forever." That I definitely am, Kshitij! Best Friends Note: This is my first story, so please any comments are welcomed. Note 2: All members of this story are at least 18 years old. Enjoy. Xxxx * We have been best friends for many years, and both are cheerleaders, she is the captain and I am the co-captain. I am 5'10 with long, straight, black hair and I have 32 D breasts. Rebecca is 5'9 and has blond hair that is always perfectly styled. Obviously being cheerleaders we are extremely popular and we run the school. Rebecca or Becky as most people call her is absolutely adorable consequently boys always drool over her, as do I. We were getting changed after a tough workout, when Becky asked me to spend the weekend at her house, as her parents were away on business this weekend. I agreed to go oven after I went home to grab some clothes. I knocked on her door and she opened it looking extremely sexy in a pair of skin-tight, black jeans and a low-cut, red top. I couldn't help but stare; fortunately I managed to regain myself before she caught me looking at her radiant tits. Becky smiled and led the way into her massive home. "Come on I have this new DVD that I want to watch, will you watch it with me Lizzie?" she asked in a sexy, seductive voice. "Yeah sure, you don't have to ask." I replied while dropping my bags in her hallway. Becky led the way into her front room and we sat on the sofa cuddling like we always did. I had managed a trick of looking down her top to see her amazing tits, with out her realising. The movie started and in a scene there was some lesbian action with huge amounts of detail. I began to get extremely wet especially with the girls of my dreams cuddling up to me. I hoped that Becky wouldn't realise my wetness of how uncomfortable I had became. Suddenly feeling my apprehension she turned off the movie. "I want to show you what I brought in town last week, I am sure that you will love it." Becky took my hand and started to lead the way into her bedroom. "Wait here on the bed I will be with you in a moment." I waited, desperate for her to return. Finally she did! Becky looked stunning in a see through baby pink top and a pink thong. My mouth dropped open in shock and I couldn't help but stare, this time I couldn't regain myself to stop staring. She laughed as she walked over to me, swaying her hips seductively as she walked. "Lizzie your staring at me. " "Sorry Becky it's just that you look so beautiful." "Lizzie don't be sorry I have seen the way you look at me, obviously you want to have sex with me and tonight you are going to get the chance." With that she leaned forward and kissed me. The kiss was gentle at first, but then I slid my tongue into her mouth and the kiss increased in passion. Moments later she broke the kiss breathing heavily. I let her catch her breath, amazed at her natural beauty. Eventually I couldn't resist and I kissed her with the same intensity as before. I needed more so I soon had my hands up her back and feeling her up. This time I broke off the kiss and took of her top to see those tits that I have come to adore. Again I was flabbergasted at her tits so I froze, seeing me freeze Becky instantly put her impressive tit to my mouth. I knew what she wanted me to do and not wanting to fail her I gently began to lick her nipple, her nipples instantly became hard so I really went to town on them then., or so to speak. I put her nipple into my mouth and began to suck it, rather like a baby would do to its mother; she began to moan as I continued to please her. Her moans began to increase as I massaged her other tit with my hand. I knew that she wanted more so I began to move down kissing her belly and as I moved down. Eventually i came to her thong and I started to lick her pussy through her panties, soon they were dripping wet. I wanted to tease her so I removed her thong with my teeth and when I had it off I licked and kissed my way up her leg, slowly getting to her most treasured area. "Lizzie, baby, please stop teasing me and just lick my fucking pussy!" Becky commanded. I didn't want to displease her so I started to lick her pussy. I was gentle at first just licking her softly but as her moans became deeper and louder I just wanted to give her pleasure so I began to lick with more intensity. However, to tease her further i left her now soaking pussy and kiss her intently again, after a few moments she pushed me away. "Lizzie, please make me cum, come on baby make me cum." I smile as I make my descent to her pussy once again. I begin to lick her clit, at the same time I ram my index finger into her extremely tight and wet pussy. Her eyes open in pure lust and a grunt escapes her lips. Wanting to make her cum I start to move my finger in and out of her and quickly her hips began to thrust against my hand. Feeling her pussy loosen I add another finger and my other hand moves to her breasts I adore. She moans even louder and her breathing is racing. Finally her pussy clamped down on my fingers and she lets out a cry of pleasure as she cums on my fingers. Looking deep into her eyes I remove my fingers and lick them clean. She then presses my lips to hers and kisses me deeply. "Thank you baby, that was amazing." "Do you like the way you taste baby?" I asked with a huge grin. "Yeah." She replied. "But I bet I'm going to like the way you taste more." I grinned at her as she unbuttoned my jeans. Quickly she removed my jeans and immediately started to lick my pussy. I moaned in pure delight. Becky wasted no time in inserting a finger into my now dripping cunt. Not only did she move her fingers in and out of me rapidly, she also vigorously licked my clit. My moans quickly increased in volume and also intensity. Seeing me close Becky smiled a beautiful smile that was making me even closer to cum. Finally Becky added another finger into my cunt and starting grinding it in and out even quicker. Also with her other hand she massaged my breast until the nipples became so hard that they started to hurt. Eventually, I couldn't hold on any longer and my cum burst into her awaiting mouth. Thankfully she allowed me to catch my breath and compose myself. Becky then kissed her way up my body and kissed me hard and passionately on the lips. "I hope that this wont be a one time thing." I asked Becky. "Defiantly not, this was amazing fun." With that me and Becky settled down and cuddle asleep together dreaming of our next romantic adventure. Best Friends You still can't believe this is happening. It all started as a dare and now you and your man are showing off for your best friend. The three of you went out to the pub and were having a great time listening to the local music scene. Your friend's boyfriend couldn't make it, but no matter, your man is easy going that way. After a few pints the conversation got flirty and turned to romance. Your friend commented on how wonderfully erotic her relationship is. Not wanting to be outdone, you said "We have awesome sex!" Your friend smiled and said, "Okay prove it, show me." You blushed and realized you had gone to far. Your man laughed and said, "Yes love, let's show her." Then you got a wickedly wonderful idea and said, "Okay, if you don't believe me, we will show you" and before you knew it you were leading your friend and lover back to your house. So now here you were, on your knees with your man's hard cock in your hands as your best friend watched with interest. You had tried to get out of it when you came to your senses, but she would have none of it. You said that you would not put on a show unless she stripped naked too. And to your surprise, she eagerly pulled her top off, unzipped and wiggled out of her jeans. You had a twinge of jealousy as your mans jaw dropped as he watched. But not to be out done, you stripped so seductively, with both watching every move, that his attention returned totally to you. And from the large bulge in his jeans you can tell how much he is into you. What you didn't expect was how much she was into you as well. She had climbed onto your chair next to your bed to get a good view, spread her legs and actually rubbed herself while watching you strip. Now she watched intently as you slowly wrapped your fingers around your mans cock, and slowly stroked his length. You love feeling how hard he gets and love feeling the contrast of the skin of his cock and hard shaft as it slides through your fingers. A drip of lubricant never fails to emerge from the tip and you love the sound it makes as you slide your fingers over the head to rub it in. You lean close and kiss the head with your lips then open and flick your tongue just under the tip. This always drives him crazy with lust. You almost forget that you have an audience, if it were not for the moan the makes you look. There she is on the chair, legs spread wide, one knee hooked over the arm, with one finger rubbing her clit in small circles, and the other hand caressing her breast. Oh, she is beautiful when she does that. She calls out in a sexy voice, "Don't stop now!" Wanting to give her a show, you stand slowly and face her and caress your own breasts, lifting one hard nipple to your mouth and then the other. Your man stand behind you wraps his arms around your hips and hugs you, the shaft of his hard cock pressed against your firm bum, the head just inches bellow your now drenched pussy. You watch your friend, her fingers now disappearing between the folds over her lips, and you mimic her movements on yourself. You both move closer to her until you stand between her raised legs. You watch as she slides her middle finger deep inside with a groan. Her scent is intoxicating. Your man rubs the head of his cock along your pussy lips, slowly parting them, until his cock slides up and over your clit sending shivers through your body. You imagine what your friend sees as your cock masturbates you with his cock. It must look erotic to see it emerge between your lips because your friend is really getting worked up. Your man gently changes the angle of his strokes, and your feel the head press against your opening and slowly into you. Oooh, it feels wonderful. Your eyes lock with your friends as you share a knowing smile. After several slow thrusts, each almost lifting you off your feet, your man gently guides you to a kneeling position. Still inside you he continues to make love to you. You lean forward slightly on all fours as his thrusts become stronger pushing you forward. You love when he does this, so strong. But you are getting uncomfortably close to your friend now, and she delights in your predicament. She even inches closer to see what you will do. His cock slides its full length with each stroke. Head almost coming out with each back stroke, to deep inside with each thrust. Omg his thrust will push you into her. You reach up to brace yourself, your hand landing on her upper thigh. She moans in delight and clamps a hand on yours, guiding it higher. Her skin is so soft and her body so beautiful. You wonder at the thought but shake your head. She is so warm and loving. Her fingers clasps yours before she guides your hand to her steaming pussy. You try to pull back, but she won't let you. You feel her body with curiosity. Similar to yours but different. You look at her lips, clit protruding, and gently trace them. She moans with a huge smile. You pull back the skin over her clit and lick your lips. You wonder what it would be like to taste. You extend your tongue and lean down. Just then your man wraps his arms under your rib cage and gently lifts you up and back into a kneeling position hugging you tight while kissing your neck. You turn your face a try to kiss him back, all while he is deep inside you. He continues by leaning backward until laying flat with you straddling his hips. What a view he has of you with your bum cheeks spread wide, his cock deep inside between your pussy lips. It feels wonderful as you rock back and forth, cupping both breasts in your hands. Your friend watches with renewed delight, having a beautiful view of both of you, your full lips, with his hard cock sliding in and out, his balls hanging below as he thrusts. The juices from you excitement drips down his shaft around his balls and over his inner thigh. He pulls you gently back until you lay with your back on his chest. He takes the place of your hands massaging your breasts and hard nipples as you lift with each thrust. You feel your body start to lose control and brace for your building orgasm. The you feel her and panic. She has moved between your legs on all fours, leaned down, spread your wet lips with her fingers, and parted her moist lips extending her tongue as she kiss your clit. First her tongue touches, hard and slippery, followed by her lips which surround your clit completely, softly drawing it into her mouth. You try to back away but can't. It's too late as your body starts to shake in earnest with the waves of your orgasm. It's so wet too. What will she think as you cum in her face? Then among the spasms, you surrender to the pleasure, and start enjoying the sensation. Her tongue feels so wonderful against you, with your man's cock deep inside. You have never experienced such an orgasm both inside and out simultaneously. Her touch and caresses extend your orgasm much longer than normal as you still shake and cry out like a wild animal. As you slowly calm, she extends her licks along your lips and then between. You feel your man harden and accelerate deeper if that possible. Her tongue is stretched deep between your lips and is touching the shaft of his cock as he fucks you lubricating you both even more. He is so hard now inside you. She is alternating between you both now. Omg your going to cum again. You hold you breath as he lifts you up. She flicks your clit and cups his balls in her hand as you hear you man groan loudly, trying to extend your pleasure. He thrusts deeply shaking violently sending you over the edge into bliss yet again. You vaguely realize that is cock is contracting deep inside you as you both cum. Fingering herself madly she wraps her arms around both of your hips and presses her face against you and him, screaming as the waves crash through your bodies. After several minutes of deep recovering gasps, she climbs up next to you as your man gently lays you on your side, arms around you, cock still buried in your loving embrace. The three of you lay side by side, him and you spooning, you face to face with her. She wraps her arms around you and smiles. Her breasts and relaxed nipples pressed against yours. You are so relaxed. You admit that you had thought of this but thought you would feel awkward. But you don't at all. You just feel loved. You lean close to her and kiss her full on the lips. She smiles back before returning your kiss in kind. It feels different, softer, and so sensual. And your man isn't the least jealous; just really in love with you. She breaks her kiss briefly and whispers "You were right - you two are wonderful together" then kisses you as you smile. Best Friends Best Friends The sunlight warmed my face as the gentle sun peeked out from behind the clouds. Today things felt mellow and calm as I walked home from school. My shoes scrapped the loose grit on the floor as my and my best friend talked. The convosations were normal teenage chatter. About homework and classes and boys. Unlike me she had a steady relationship with a boy called Mark. Mark and her had been in a relationship for a few years now. I normally ducked and dived in and out of relationships that only last a month. Two at the most. Emily had long blonde hair that corkscrewed in tight curls with beautiful blue eyes and wears no make-up whatsoever. She didn't need to. Her beauty was magnificent. On her cheeks she had a splattering of freckles. She acted like a tomboy and was one indeed with a tinny tiny waist. Me. Well I had poker straight lilac purple hair with real rare purple eyes. I always framed my eyes with thick Cleopatra styled eyeliner and heavy black eyelashes. I had a natural pale complexion and very few spots. I had a slim waist but I was taller than her for sure. So I was basically your everyday 18 year old emo. We were both in our school uniforms as we walked down the ally way behind the houses. Trees swayed as we talked about nonsense and acted like five year olds. But we were still friends. Best friends. "Hey! What about we cut through the forest to get home?" Emily asked as she pivoted on one foot. "I 'suppose so. Why?" I asked. I wiped my brow and looked at her. "It's so fucking hot out!" she laughed." Just thought we could rest in the shade for a bit." "Actually that's not a bad idea." I smiled. "Of course it isn't. It came from me!" she laughed and I poked her arm with a finger. "Slut!" I cried to her with a smile. "Whore!" "Bitch!" "Maggot!" "Maggot?" I asked. I looked at her with an odd face before she answered. "Yup maggot you filthy cocksucker!" Emily laughed. "Hey your the one with the boyfriend who can barley muster the courage to snog you!" I pinned back. Don't be alarmed. We did this like every week. It's a spur of the moment 'Hey lets insult each other!' moment where no one really cares. We entered the forest and the heat was bearable here. We followed the gravel path to a chair my great grandad built to put in here. It was a made for two bench with real logs to build. Where the ivy and flowers have grown over the years, it has wound themselves into the wood. It like a little fairy chair. We both flopped down on the bench in a heavy sigh. I fumbled with my shirt and unbuttoned the first few. The cool air cupped my tits and cooled them down. I sighed in relief. Emily had her eyes closed enjoying the cool breeze. And then she popped out a bizarre comment. "I wish I had a boyfriend who actually took charge ya know?" she smiled at me with a sad smile. " Yeah. You get them though in the world." I looked at her. She looked at me. "When I was 12 I always thought that someday Mark was gonna take my virginity but now? I'm so confused." she said. "Maybe it's time to dump him and move on." I offered." Let's face it. Your bored out of your mind. Move on girl!" She giggled."Is it wrong that I wanna be kissed by a girl?" her voice suddenly grew serious. "Well Katy Perry liked it." I laughed. "No Tam. Seriously." her face was a serious as Lord Allen Sugar. "Okay. Well I 'suppose if you know the girl then yeah. It's fine." I smiled at her. "Tamani, what about you?" she smiled cutely. " I'm an emo. And you have a boyfriend. I thought you didn't like emos. Well not like them just dislike them. Then why are we-" her lips smothered my endless babble of stupidity. Her hands were on my cheeks as she slipped her tounge in. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me. One hand dropped from my cheek to my proud natural 38D breasts. She groped them until I pulled away. "We can't. Think about Mark. We can't betray him. He is my friend more than your boyfriend." I said. "No. I'm going to call it off. I need a lover like you." she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes. I looked away for a moment. I was already bi before her. I had a few experiences but not with virgins. Normally I went for older women. Say roughly 25-30. And trust me. They fuck hard. But popping her cherry seemed to turn me on. "But were best friends!" I whispered. "I don't give a fuck I want you!" she growled erotically."Meet me tonight at mine. My parents are out." "Okay!" I said. I kissed her one last time and were both went our separate ways. *** I stood outside her door. I could hear her dog barking as the doorbell chimed. I stood there in my tightest leather shorts and a black g-string underneath. And a hot pink corset with black lace and string holding it together. In my hand I held a bag full of toys. I had a strapon, dildo (9 nich and a 6 inch) and a double 16 inch dildo (8 inch each). She opened the door an my heart stopped. She only wore a white lace bra and panties. "Means innocence!" Emily chuckled. But then her eyes readjusted. She saw me and pulled me in. We went up to her bedroom and both sat on her bed. "My brother will be home but I asked him if he minds me and you 'hanging out' and he said no sweat." Emily explained. She had a older brother called TJ. He was drop dead hot. Dark brown emo styled hair and ocean blue eyes. He was 22 and he skated. I placed my bag on the floor. I held her hips and pulled her over to straddle me. Her hands were pressed against the wall behind me and she kissed me. Her lips massaged mine slowly as she grinded her pussy on my lap. I slid my hands down her gorgeous curves and set aside the crotch of her panties. I inserted a finger and her whole body jolted upright and she groaned low and hard. Her pussy felt so warm. And so fucking tight. She bounced on three of my fingers until she wince an writhed in pain. "Keep bouncing. It'll go!" I stroked her hair through her tears. She smiled and the pleasure painted her face again. I did just pop her cherry. " GOD!!! Arghhhh! I'm cumming. Fuck. Fuck!! Ohhhh!!" she slowed down and panted hard. Emily burried her face against my neck and groaned in sexual pleasure. "Your fingers are amazing!" She was breathless. I smiled and grabbed my bag. " What next?" I asked. She raided the bag and grabbed the strapon. "This go's on me bitch!" she growled and pulled her panties off. Fastening it up she shoved me onto the white rug on all fours. We used to play on this as kids. Now we're bigger. We play on it now. She pulled the leather shorts down and licked my dripping pussy. Her dainty toungue lashed at my sodden pussy. Her toungue slid over my clit. She was amazing. "Ohhh...Fuck my pussy!!" I cried. The strapon entered my pussy at a force I screamed so hard and I bashed my fists on the floor. She pounded my pussy like a real man and she slapped my arse. "Scream my name! Say whore. I have you on my fucking cock! Scream my name!" she grunted hard as she fucked me. "Ohhhh! Fuck me Em! Fuck me!" I cried. I fucked back as the cock smashed my pussy from behind. "What the fuck?" Em and I slowed down as we saw TJ at the door. " Oh...um..shit!" Em cursed as she pulled out of my pussy. A long thick string of my cum stuck on the end of the fat black cock. "Em what I had in mind for 'hanging out' was talking with snacks and smoking not this!" He laughed."This is so fucking better. I never knew my little sister fucked girls." "Um actually I do. I was popping her cherry." I explained. TJ crossed the room and sat on the bed. Em and I sat on the white rug. Em was groping my tits as I enjoyed the pleasure. "Gonna tell mum your sister a pussy lover?" Em asked. "No. I want this all to myself. You know how many guys get a lesbian sister?" he asked. Both of us puzzled he made an 0 with his fingers. "I want in on this. Threesome?" he asked. "Sure." Em said."I can suck you off but not fuck you. That's Tams job." "What!?" I cried. "Okay. It would be wrong if it was me and you. Suck me off then sis!" TJ unzipped his trousers and kicked them off. He unfastened the strapon and summoned me over. He pulled my creamy legs up and slid the buckles over them. They tickled my soft legs as he smiled and incerted a few fingers in my soaked pussy. I closed my eyes and leaned back. "Hey don't touch the merchandise!" Em laughed. He smiled."Fuck her from behind while she's sucking me off but look at me. I wanna see your beautiful eyes and watch you pound my dirty sister!" he pulled my face to his and he kissed me delicately. Em pulled away his pants to reveal one of the thickest, longest, juiciest cocks I've EVER seen. Em slid her tongue over his cock and sucked him like a TJ popsicle. I entered Ems juicy pussy and pounded her hard while connected my eyes with TJ. I gripped her thighs as she sucked deeper on his cock. She made hot popping noises with his cock that made my unfinished cumming session spurt out. Tj pumped her head up and down and groaned. My hand slapped her arse as the strapon pumped her pussy. The black dick was soaked as she started to shake. "Fuck!" She cried. Her sharp bounces on my dick increased as she screamed how much she was cumming. "I needed that so fucking bad!" she cried."Fuck her with your cock!" TJ grabbed my waist as Em unfastened the strapon. TJ smiled devilishly and pulled at the ribbon that fastened my cum stained corset. "God! Tits heaven here. My girlfriend barley has any!" He growled groping them harshly. I looked at Em. She was sound asleep on the rug. Pussy facing us. Her juices were seeping out of her fully fucked pussy. " Girlfriend?" I squeaked. I was nervous as I haven't really been with a dude. I only sucked one off. My virginity was taking by a girl with a thick strapon. "Was. Your so much hotter! I'm going to enjoy this!" TJ grabbed my hips and slowly sunk my on his monster. I was facing him. My hands on his shoulders as he fucked me. His balls slapped my pussy as I felt him impaling my with his pole. I felt every vein in his fucking dick. I screamed and panted as he grew faster."Ohhhh! Fuck me harder!! Gahhh!! I'm cumming!!! I'm cumming!!" He grunted ear and speed up. His cock pounded me. My juices were making wet squelching noises as we fucked. Until he was going so fast I felt his cum shoot deep into me. Hot, thick liquid bursted my pussy in half. "Shit! You are so fucking tight!" TJ collapsed back onto Ems bed and I laid across his chest. But his pole still hid inside me. I felt plesured. Then I blacked out. Best Friends "No, you're a bigger idiot than I am!" "You really think so? I hate to disappoint you, but you're not fooling anyone with a face like that Kim.." I made a pouty face and pretended to be heartbroken, holding my chest and making dramatic gestures. Tom just carried on walking, leaving me a couple of steps behind, then turned around briefly to stick his tongue out at me. I giggled, then ran the few steps it took to catch up to him. It was just another day, walking home from university together. The wind was cold, and it couldn't have been more than 15 degrees outside, but it was sunny. Overall the weather could've been a lot worse. Of course, my body seems to emanate heat whenever I'm next to Tom so I didn't really notice the cold despite the fact that I'd forgotten to take a jacket with me. "Aren't you cold?" he asked. Though it didn't seem that he was too concerned. "No, I'm ok" I shivered, silently cursing him for having drawn my attention to it. "Well, I was before you said anything.." I added, mumbling. I crossed my arms in front of my body, trying to preserve some heat. I took the chance to gaze at him, slyly of course. I saw him smile at my comment while looking at something else. I couldn't help thinking that the bright winter light only made him look more attractive, almost poetic. I would say godly, but let's face it, neither one of us was cut out to be in the modelling industry. We were both around 5 foot 7. Or around 175cm tall. Him, of course, being a bit taller than me. I had light brown hair, and blue eyes. I wouldn't say I was thin, but I wasn't unfit either. I tried to keep in shape, but some days it didn't really work out. Still, It's ok to have the odd day off right? In an arm wrestle I could still put up a good fight for most guys though, unless they were built like a tank of course. He had dark brown hair, light brown eyes, and his skin was fairly tanned. Which is odd for living in a country that gets virtually no sunlight. Still, there was something about him.. Suddenly, in the cold air I noticed my nipples standing to attention. I couldn't decide whether this was from the cold air or from my proximity to this man who I'd so often thought about in that way. I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hardly saw him turn his attention back to me. "Hellooo..?" he passed his hand in front of my face trying to wake me from my daydream, "you still with us?" He smirked. I blushed, going pink. It was irrational, but I felt almost like he could see what I was thinking. "Yeah, I'm ok", I averted my gaze to the pavement, hoping that it would hide my embarrassment. I suddenly became painfully aware of my nipples pressing up against my bra, begging to be seen through my t-shirt. "Got any plans tonight?" I asked, trying to draw attention away from myself. "No, not really" he responded, "I might be playing a game of poker or something with my flatmates tonight". "Oh, sounds interesting." I commented, suddenly jealous. "I never get to do anything fun.." I complained. "It's probably going to be some more boring course reading tonight for me". "Well, I guess you could come round if you wanted, it might be fun." I looked at him, surprised. This seemed like another non-chalant comment. It certainly seemed to be at first glance, but he had never willingly invited me to spend time with him and some of his other friends. I guess he's shy, and so many people have assumed we're more than friends. I can't blame them really, the way we are around each other. I never really minded (in fact I secretly enjoyed it) but he always seemed to get uncomfortable with the teasing. Instead of just brushing it off he'd ignore me for a while after the comment. I used to get offended, but eventually I guessed it was just his way of dealing with it. Him asking me round was a big deal, I'd only ever been to his house when he needed to quickly pick up something. "I guess I could", I hesitated, suddenly intrigued, "Won't your flatmates mind?" "Nah, I think it'd be alright with them" he said, looking at the floor. Then he looked up, giving me a wicked grin and added "after all, it's only you" in his usual joking manner. I smiled back, "Yeah, only me..". I know we joke all the time but sometimes his comments really got to me. Not that I'd let it show. "So do you know who else will be there?" "Em, I don't know" he shrugged, "the guys, maybe a couple of friends, I don't really know. Nobody really makes plans and all, you know?" . "Ok then, I guess that'd be fine". I tried to appear casual but inside I was excited. Him doing something like this was new, and it'd mean that I'd get to spend more time with him. We've been best friends for years now, ever since we met in school. He got sat next to me in physics, and me being a confident teenager immediately started talking with him, after all, he seemed nice. Years later we're still friends, and I've always thought that there was something else between us sometimes. But there are those moments when I think so and others when I think maybe it's just biology causing that spark, that it's nothing more than platonic between us. Still, sometimes late at night I like to imagine that it's something more.. I shivered again, though this time it wasn't because I was cold. My breath caught in my throat as I briefly envisaged the two of us, in a passionate embrace, a kiss, maybe even... "So you gonna head towards my house or not?" he laughed. It was only then that I noticed I'd walked past the turning by about ten steps. I have a bit of a reputation for being a dreamer, so my distractions didn't surprise him, but he always laughed all the same. "Of course. I did that on purpose!" I said, strutting my way back and holding my chin high as I walked past him, pausing only to give him a smile. He laughed and caught up with me. I settled back into a normal pace alongside him. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The front door slammed behind Tom as we entered the house. He went to take his shoes off and I did the same. I glanced behind me as I did and noticed him staring at my ass. I was glad I'd chosen my tight jeans today, the ones that made my bum look perfectly round and pert. He didn't know I'd noticed he was looking, it made me smile. They boy is not known for being sly, but he never really caught on to how obvious he was. There wasn't much noise in the house, but we still wandered into the living room expecting to find people. We were both mildly surprised when there was nobody there. Tom went over to the coffee table, picking up the note that was there and reading it out loud, "We r out for a pint. Was gonna wait for u but u took ages". I saw him frowning at the note as he read it out loud, I was suddenly feeling guilty at being in his house. He put the note back down, and we both stood awkwardly for a moment. "Well, em, I guess you're here now.." he said, seeming genuinely a little embarrassed at the failure of his plans. "yeah, I guess I am.." I said, feeling a little confused. Unsure what I was supposed to do. We were in his house, together. It was awkward yes, but not in a casual way. It was the awkwardness of two people who try to avoid being anywhere private alone. I guess this was the moment when we'd both have to deal with the situation we'd so successfully avoided so far. "Wanna watch a film?" He blurted out suddenly. He didn't wait for my answer, "Yes, that's a good idea, a film. Let's see where did I put that one that we watched..." he mumbled, turning around and knocking over a pile of DVD's from the unit behind him. He looked at me bashfully before kneeling to retrieve all of them clumsily. I knelt down to give him a hand and smiled at his ridiculousness. We were inches away from each other. I tried to keep my breathing calm, afraid that it he would notice it speed up. All I could hear apart from my breathing was the sound our hands made as we tried to pick up all of the DVD's. I was acutely aware at the distance, or lack of, between us. We kept our eyes on the floor, trying to avoid the mix of feelings that I could tell were plaguing him too. Finally we had all of them and we placed them back on the unit, temporarily relieving the pressure that had built up between us. We both looked at the pile for what seemed like a lifetime, but it seemed that neither of us was really agonizing over which film to watch. Finally he pointed one out, "How about this one?". I eagerly nodded. I don't think either of us was really bothered as to what it was, as long as it gave us something else to focus our attention on. We mechanically sat on the sofa, making sure to put at least half a meter of space between us. The film started but all we really noticed was distance between us and the silence that was covered by the sounds of gunfire in the film. I decided to try and get something, anything to happen. I playfully pushed him, smiling. He seemed relieved at the interaction and pushed me back. We were giggling and play fighting for a while. Slowly, the distance between us disappeared. Neither of us noticed. My breathing became heavier and my eyes darkened as I felt the familiar twinge down below that signalled need and desire. I noticed his breathing become more erratic. We were still play fighting, but as the distance between us dwindled into nothing it became more of a token action. He was right next to me, and as we realised what was happening we slowly stopped moving. One of his hands rested on my shoulder, the other on my waist. We looked at each other for a moment, the sound from the t.v. now seeming non-existent. We knew what was happening, it wasn't a surprise to either of us. I knew I had thought about it for so long, and now as I was staring into his eyes I knew he had thought about it too. We had been avoiding this for so long, scared of what would happen, but somehow, it was happening. It was like an unspoken decision had been made. The moment had come when we had to decide whether to cross that threshold, lingering at the boundaries of temptation. Wordlessly he moved in, closing the distance between our lips and weaving his hand through my straight hair. I felt passion well up in me, amazed that this was finally happening I pressed my lips against his harder, telling him how much I yearned for him. My body pressing up against his as we both reveled in this new discovery. Both of his hands wound around my hips as he pulled me closer to him, under him. My head leaned against the armrest of the sofa. He pulled my t-shirt over my head, breaking the contact of our lips for only a second, and I removed his shirt in turn. His lips found his way to my neck, my collarbone, and I moaned in pleasure, pushing my hips up against his. He pushed back and increased the franticness of his hot kisses. He eagerly unclipped my bra and pulled off my jeans, standing back to admire the body that he had thought about so often but had never seen before. He did not feel cheated, I could tell that my body was more than he had imagined, my full breasts finally fell bare before him. He put one in his mouth, using his hands to feel them, to pinch them in his hands. I buried his head between my breast, revelling in the attention, feeling the pressure built up in my lower body, already mounting with the excitation. I pulled his trousers and pants off in one go, his large member freed from the constricting clothes. I had imagined him late at night, when I played with myself, but I had not imagined that it would be this huge. The sheer size turned me on even more. I leaned down and took it in my mouth, wanting to taste him so badly. I leaned in on the floor between his knees, him sitting down on the sofa. He gave a loud appreciative moan and pushed his hips forward, urging me to take it in deeper. I pushed it in as far as it would go, he had his hand on my head, gripping my hair. Fucking my face hard. I enjoyed how much he needed me, feeling my own pleasure mount as his dick grew harder in my mouth. He came into my mouth, his seed filling it until I had no choice but to swallow the salty, warm fluid. I looked up at him, smiling, and he quickly lifted me onto the sofa, so that he was lying on top of me. He dropped me on it forcefully, undeterred in passion by his release. He quickly made his way down my body, biting, nibbling and kissing. His tongue finally reaching my clit as the sensation flooded my mind and I let out a loud gasp. He dipped his tongue in and out fervently, tickling me, begging me to cum. I couldn't take the pleasure for long without cumming, loudly, letting him know exactly how much he had pleased me. I leaned back in ecstasy for a moment, catching my breath. I had only a moment before he flipped me round, and rammed his thick cock into me from behind. The size made me cry out, I had never had one this big before. I felt overfull with him, wondering if it was possible to take one this size. He slammed into me quickly and deeply, and I could feel the pressure building again as he went in and out. I was surprised at how hard he was, having cum not long before. He had me gasping for breath, my breasts jiggling from the delicious movement of our two bodies. He pounded me until I was on the verge of release then paused. "Oh, please, don't stop" I begged him. I could almost see him smile wickedly behind me, "Oh baby, I just had to hear you say it" he said, his voice low and excited. With that he slammed into me with renewed vigour, pushing me over the edge with pleasure. As my body closed in around his, I felt him cum again, pumping his dick dry, filling me completely with his seed. I was amazed at how much of it there was, it felt like with his cock shooting cum in me I would explode. We both gasped in unison, completely absorbed in our joint orgasm. He turned me back onto my front and placed down gently. Gazing at me. We had both had our fill, It was the most mind-blowing sex I'd ever had. Maybe it was because I'd yearned for it for so long, the mere possibility of it had made me wild with desire. He looked down at me gently, and I knew it had been the same for him. He lay down, on top of me, holding me in his arms, into his chest. I couldn't help but feel like this is where I really belonged, this was what we had spent so long avoiding and hiding from each other. There was no fear anymore. He lifted me so I was now lying on top of his chest. We lay together, taking in the smell of each other, his hair, his skin. Slowly we both drifted into a satisfied sleep. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ I awoke to some sniggering. It took me a moment to gain my orientation and remember where I was, what we had done. I didn't register what had woken me up, my mind was still reeling from the how unbelievable what had happened was. Then it slowly clicked and I looked round at what had woken me. There were 5 20-ish year old men standing at the entrance to the living room. I looked down at my naked self, unsure what to do. Panicking I sat up, trying to cover myself as much as possible while shaking Tom awake. "Kim, what?.." he mumbled drowsily as he woke up. Realising what was going on he bolted up, trying to preserve my modesty as I pulled on my underwear. "Jesus guys, seriously, could you fuck off for a minute?" he said to the group of men standing by the door. "Nah man, we like the view!" said the one furthest in front, grinning. The comment was shortly followed by a whistle from the back of the crowd. Tom glared at them as they left the room, giving us a moment of privacy. He turned to smile at me as I pulled the last of my clothes on, blushing bright red. "Oh God, I can't believe that happened", I mumbled, bringing my hand up to my face. He pulled his jeans on and stood bare chested as he pulled my hand away from my face and cupped my chin in his hand before planting a sweet, short kiss on my lips. "It's ok, don't worry about it " he smiled, and with a laugh added, "Yeah ok, I'm as embarrassed as you are but I'll make sure they don't tell anyone, they're not bad guys really". His apparent confidence in this fact reassured me somewhat, and I gave a little laugh back, blushing even more at his display of affection towards me. I smiled, unsure what to do and he pulled me into an embrace. He offered to walk me home. I'm not sure if it was to postpone the unavoidable teasing or because of some new sense of chivalry (my house was not far). He let me borrow one of his jackets. It was big on me, but this gesture was new, and the way that he looked slightly embarrassed as he helped me put it on really touched me. As we put our shoes on and were walking out the door I realised things between us were never going to be the same. I'd always been afraid of that before but in that moment, it felt like it would be ok. I'd never felt happier in my life than I did then. Everything would be different, but as he took my hand for the first time while we were walking, I wasn't worried about what that would mean. Best Friends I've changed a few details, but this is pretty much how things happened. My freshman year of college wasn't quite the nonstop sexfest that the movies promised it would be. My high school girlfriend had gone to college on the other side of the country, but we'd decided to try the long distance thing. We'd both been virgins before we started dating and I was convinced we'd be able to make it work. The one thing I hadn't counted on was my best friend, Michelle. It was the second month of the semester when Michelle came to visit me in the dorms. She was eighteen, but still a senior in high school and had to make up an excuse about spending the night at a friends house to cover for the trip. I hadn't seen her in weeks and was so excited for her to come. We talked every day on the phone and just before I'd left for college we'd shared a tentative, awkward kiss. I hadn't told my girlfriend about it, but Michelle swore it didn't mean anything, she was just going to miss seeing me all the time. Besides, we'd been friends for a while and nothing had happened before, so there was no reason for anything to change. Maybe nothing changed for her, but things definitely changed for me. I couldn't stop thinking about her or the kiss. I'd always known Michelle was attractive. She was 5'10 with model legs and a perfect ass. She was a bit on the shy side and I knew that despite her good looks, she hadn't dated much. At least last year I'd had a girlfriend to distract me from just how spectacular her body was, but now I was alone and horny as hell and it was all I could think about. She arrived in the afternoon and I showed her around campus and introduced her to my friends. After dinner, we headed back to my dorm and lay on my bed watching movies on my laptop. I'd told my roommate a friend was coming over and he'd graciously offered to spend the night somewhere else so that she could use his bed. It was about 1 am when we decided to call it a night. She got up and asked me to turn around so that she could change. I turned to face the wall, but tilted my head a bit to try and catch a glimpse of her. I caught the slightest view of her ass in a black lace thong before I chickened out and turned back. It was every bit as perfect as I'd imagined. She finished changing into her pajamas and I looked over to my roommates bed, but she climbed back into mine. I wrapped my arms around her and she pulled herself closer to me. Her body brushed against my erection, but if she noticed, she didn't react. We talked for another few minutes before drifting off to sleep. I woke up a few hours later. The alarm clock shone from across the room: 4:07 AM. Michelle was still fast asleep. My arm was aching from the position we'd been sleeping in so I shifted her slightly to free my arm. She didn't stir. It was at that moment that a terrible idea crossed my mind. Michelle was asleep on her stomach, wearing just her pajamas, right next to me. I remembered how her ass looked in the lace thong and my cock sprang instantly to life. I reached my arm around her and slowly placed my hand on her ass. She was still fast asleep. I gave it a light squeeze and slid my hand down her thigh and began to rub her pussy through her clothes. Still no reaction. Feeling bolder, I reached for her waist and slid my hand down her pajama bottoms. I felt the smooth lace of her thong and the soft skin of her bare ass. I pulled the pajamas down to get a good look at her ass. I'd been groping her for about 10 minutes and she still had yet to make a sound. Her silence encouraged me and I slipped my hand into her panties and slid my finger down along her crack until I touched the outer lips of her pussy. My hands were shaking and I stuck a finger inside her and began to gently rub her clit. Her pussy was responding to my touch, even if the rest of her was still sound asleep. A few minutes of fingering her with one, then two, then three fingers and her slit was glistening with her own juices. My cock was physically aching at this point. I don't think I've ever been more turned on in my entire life. I pulled her thong down her legs and as carefully as I could, shifted up to my knees. She was lying there with her wet pussy exposed to the night air. I pulled my boxers down as I considered what I was about to do. I genuinely loved this girl, she was my best friend, could I really do this to her? Worse, what if she woke up? What was I going to say? "Sorry I was sleep fucking you"? I knew this could be the end of our friendship. Hell, I knew I could be arrested, but I looked at her body lying there exposed and I didn't care. I was going to have her. I pulled my leg over her so that I was now straddling her. I got onto a my hands and knees on top of her, careful not to put to much pressure on her. I stuck a couple fingers in her pussy and worked them around for a minute to make sure she was ready. I inched my cock up to her pussy and slowly pushed inside. Her pussy felt like heaven and it was all I could do to stop myself from exploding right then. I slid my cock about an inch in before I felt resistance. Fuck. I knew she was still a virgin. How had I forgotten that? It was too late to stop now, I told myself, and pulled back slightly before giving another deliberate, slow thrust. I pressed against her barrier for what felt like a lifetime before I finally pushed through. I realized that I hadn't been breathing, so I took a quiet gulp of air and looked down at Michelle. Here was my best friend, one of the most beautiful girls I knew, impaled on my cock. And she didn't even know it. I had to be completely silent, but the fact that she was asleep was incredibly exciting. I could do anything I wanted to her. I started to gingerly thrust inside of her. My thrusts grew deeper and I reached one hand down her top and began to fondle her breasts. At this point, I don't think I even cared if she woke up. I felt my orgasm build inside me as I fucked her sleeping body and I kept thrusting until the last possible second. I pulled out and frantically reached for the sheet. I tried to aim my cum at the sheets but the first shot spurted some onto the small of her back. I was about to wipe it off, but there wasn't very much and I thought it would be funny for her to wonder what that dried stuff on her back was in the morning. I pulled my boxers back on and slid her panties and pajamas back into place. I climbed back into a lying position and rubbed my hands over her body. Completely exhausted, I reached under her shirt and gently caressed her breasts before I finally fell back to sleep. We both woke up early the next morning. Luckily my hand had shifted at sometime during the night to her stomach, although it was still underneath her shirt. She didn't say anything as she got out of bed and headed for the shower. I mentioned something about a weird dream last night, trying to see if she was aware of anything that happened. She said her dreams were pretty normal. We spent the rest of the day together before she had to drive back home. She gave me a big hug goodbye and told me that she'd call me that night. We ended up having sex (while she was awake) a while later and we're still friends, but to this day she has no clue what happened that night. Best Friends Brianna and I grew up together. Our mothers are best friends, and they live right next door to each other. My mom, Gloria, and her mom, Ann, got pregnant at the same time, and Bri and I were born a week apart. We're both only children; neither of us have any brothers or sisters. We both had our eighteenth birthdays last month, and we're finishing our senior year in high school. My name is Eric. When we were kids, we did everything together. We played in the sandbox, played hide-and-go-seek, and later played every board game that was invented. She was ruthless in Monopoly, and I could usually beat her at Scrabble, but it was always close. In the summer we'd ride our bikes to the lake to go swimming. We'd race each other, splash and dunk, and stay in the water until we turned blue. We walked to school together and sat next to each other in class. We were both intellectually gifted, and got straight A's. I'm not bragging, it's just a fact. We'd usually do our homework together, at either her house or mine. If she wasn't having dinner at our house, I was eating at hers. My mom and hers were in book club together, went shopping, and had almost daily coffee klatches. Our dads were in the Kiwanis Club, had regular poker nights, and were on the same bowling team. Our families did all kinds of things together; barbeques, vacations, and camping trips. Brianna and I shared a tent, starting when we were about five. We'd scare each other with ghost stories, use our flashlights to cast shadow puppets on the walls of the tent, and read comic books late into the night. I liked the super heroes; she liked Archie, with Betty and Veronica. Our parents each had their own separate tents, and it wasn't until we were much older that we understood why. We still share a tent when we go camping, and even at our age, nobody thinks anything about. We're just friends; always have been. Nothing else. For most of our childhood, I never even thought of her as a girl. She was a total tomboy, wearing jeans, a tee shirt, and a baseball cap, just like I did. She could hit a mean line drive, and played shortstop on our little league team. She wore her long red hair in a ponytail that stuck out the back of her cap. We were both skinny as a rail. I began to think of Brianna as a girl, when puberty hit and she began to grow breasts. I was a typical pubescent, lost in the fog of emerging womanhood all around me. The boys would elbow each other in the ribs and leer at those girls we deemed "sexy," meaning anyone who had tits. Although I acknowledged her as a girl, she was my best friend, and I never harbored any sexual ideas about each other. We talked about everything, even the changes our bodies were going thru. In high school, she shot up to 5'7", but she was still very thin, and had really small tits. I reached my present height of 6'1", but didn't pack on any weight either. My penis was a bit larger than some of the other guys I had seen in the locker room. Bri was on the swimming team, and I was on the track team, running a pretty fair mile for a high schooler, but I never set any records. I went to all her games, and she attended all my track meets, always cheering me on. Other than the friendship we had with each other, our social lives were almost non-existent. "Boys don't want to go out with a brainiac, especially one with no boobs," she lamented one day. I was considered a geek, because I was good with computers, and always on the honor roll. I was terribly shy around girls and never knew what to say. Anytime a girl would talk to me, I'd stutter and stammer, and my face would turn bright red. Any girl except Brianna. Bri and I did all kinds of things together. We'd go out to the movies, go for a pizza, go bowling, but it was never a "date;" it was just two friends sharing an afternoon or an evening. When I took her home, I always walked her to her door, but we never hugged or kissed; we never touched each other at all. We'd talk about the "crushes" we'd have, and what it might be like to go out with them, but we never did. I would fantasize about all the cheerleaders. I loved to watch their boobs bounce when they jumped around, particularly Sherry Smith, who must have been a double D at least. I'd get a hard-on when they did cartwheels and flashed their uniform panties. I could have sworn I saw a flash of pubic hair sticking out on one of the girls. They were all in the popular crowd and they were all dating football players. My fantasies were limited to what I could do to their bodies, but when I heard them talk and giggle in the cafeteria, it was obvious they had the IQ of a hard-boiled egg. I loved the conversations Brianna I had. We'd talk about books we read, politics, world affairs, our studies and plans for our careers, philosophy, and life in general. We were never bored with each other. We were both environmentalists, active in the local chapter of Greenpeace. We were both late bloomers in the physical development department. In our senior year, Bri finally filled out. I mean, she REALLY filled out. Her hips widened and got really curvy, her ass rounded out, and her breasts grew into a C cup. I knew that because I looked in the laundry hamper one day when I was taking a whizz in their bathroom. She never flaunted her shapely new body. She had always wore modest--actually baggy-- clothing, in contrast to some of the girls at school, who wore jeans that looked like they were painted on, and tight, low cut tops that showed off their tits. Not that I was above looking at them. Lots of girls wore enough makeup to put Tammy Fay Baker to shame; Bri never wore any, not even lip-gloss. I thought she was beautiful without it, and it surprised the shit out of me the first time I realized that. She wore thick glasses and always had her long red hair tied up on her head with some kind of scrunchie. I packed some pounds on myself. I was still lean and lanky, but my dad shamed me into doing a workout regimen with him, and I added some muscle. I guess I really noticed the changes in her on our last camping trip. She had always worn the one-piece suit that that she wore on the swimming team, and she still did. I'd loved to have seen her in a bikini, but that never happened. However, she did indeed fill out the tank suit more adequately than before. A tank suit, but its nature, is tight fitting to minimize drag in the water. It pretty much covered up her whole body, but the way it clung sure let you know there was something under it. It was high cut at the thighs, accenting her now really shapely legs. The back of the suit molded her ass like a second skin, accenting the perfect round globes. It was tight enough so it pulled into the crack in her butt, and she was constantly tugging at it, pulling it out. The front of it, dipped into the slit in her pussy, displaying a perfect camel toe; I don't think she was even aware of that. For the first time, I became aware of the size and the shape of her breasts, the perfect size for the rest of her body. There was just a tiny hint of cleavage, but even looking over her shoulder, I couldn't see down the front of. I felt really guilty and kind of ashamed of myself. This was my best friend, and I had no business even considering her as a sex object. To quash some of the guilt, at my age, and at my perpetual state of horniness, everything female was a sex object. Unless she was really old. Like maybe forty. We did a lot of hiking when we went camping. There were a whole lot of wilderness trails that climbed up into the hills around the lake. In the past, we had always hiked side-by-side, but this time I let her go ahead of me, because I really liked the way her hips twitched when she walked. She was wearing a pair of cargo shorts and a white cotton blouse, tucked into the waistband. We hiked a couple miles up a trail, until we reached a rock outcropping that gave us a beautiful view of the lake below. Brianna sat down first and dangled her feet over the edge. I stood behind her for a moment, before joining her. There were a couple buttons undone on her blouse, and looking over her shoulder, I could see the upper swell of her breasts that spilled over the top of her white bra. It had lace on it! I started springing a boner, so I sat down quickly so it wouldn't evident. At least not with my arm in my lap. "It sure is beautiful up here, Eric. I guess I say that every year, don't I?" "It's worth repeating." "Lots of memories over the years. I'm so glad you're my friend." "Friends forever, Bri." My evil twin was whispering in my ear, something about friends with 'benefits', but I quickly banished the thought. It came right back, though. It got to be late in the afternoon, so we hiked back down to the campsite. Our fathers had fired up the grill, and the nightly barbecue ritual had begun. They constantly razzed each other about who was the worst chef. It was probably a toss up; they both were terrible. It wasn't done until it was charred black on the outside, usually raw in the middle. When the last marshmallow fell off the stick, and the campfire was down to embers, it was time to call it a night. Our parents went off to their respective tents, and Brianna and I went to ours. Our nightwear was a tee shirt and a pair of flannel boxers, and we gave each other privacy to change. In past years, I had never given her anymore than a passing glance, but this time I was aware of these awesome tits, jiggling braless, under her shirt. We each crawled into our sleeping bag; we always slept with out heads toward the tent flap, which on this night was open. We had graduated from comic books by flashlight, to summer novels beneath the glow of a Coleman electric lantern. I was reading a Robert Ludlum thriller and Brianna was into a Nora Roberts romance novel, which I thought was really unusual for her. When she crawled out of the tent to use the campground's bathroom, I picked up her book, and flipped to the page she had dog-eared. Holy shit! That was some really steamy stuff. I had never thought of her as having an interest in sexual stuff, but then again, I was seeing her in a whole new light on this trip. We turned out the light and settled in for the night. I usually conjure up a fantasy at night, and jerk off before I go to sleep. It normally is about one of the hot cheerleaders, or the last porno flick I saw on the internet. This night, I couldn't lose the image of Brianna's tits that I saw down her blouse that afternoon. I only saw the top part of them, encased in her bra, but they were milky-white, with a smattering of freckles running down from her chest. As is typical of a redhead, she has very fair skin, with freckles across her nose. I tried to be quiet as I beat my meat, because I would have been mortified if she knew what I was doing. I didn't have anything to shoot my cum in, or anything to wipe it off my stomach, so I had to let it go on the inside of my sleeping bag. Good thing it was washable. When I finished, I turned toward her. I saw her hand moving inside her bag, and heard her moan. My nose picked up an unfamiliar odor; slightly musky, but intriguing. At that time, I didn't know girls masturbated too. Or what a pussy smelled like. We were in her room, doing our homework. None of our parents thought anything about us being alone in either of our bedrooms; we had been doing it since were we toddlers. I had never thought anything about it either; we were just friends and there was nothing else between us. Until recently, and only in my head. Bri, dressed in jeans and a loose, shapeless sweatshirt, was working on her computer, researching a paper that was due. She paused for a moment and stretched, throwing her arms behind her. Her back arched, the sweatshirt tightened over her chest, and her breasts pushed out provocatively. She caught me looking at her and blushed, although there was a little smile on her face. When she took a break to go down to the kitchen and get a snack, I moved over to her computer. I knew I was violating her privacy, and feeling guilty again, I took a look at her history file. Holy shit! She looked at porn. She had bookmarked X-Art.com. At least it was tasteful porn, nicely photographed, not a gross-out like some of them. Did she have private fantasies like I did? Best friend or not, although she was totally untouchable, I kept looking at her with different eyes. I couldn't help mentally undressing her every time I looked at her. Lost in my reverie, I had a hard-on, and didn't even realize it. When she came back with some Cokes and nachos, she glanced at my lap, and I could see her eyes widen. I quickly rearranged my jeans to camouflage it, but it was too late. We went back to our homework for awhile, then she turned and looked at me. "Have you asked anyone to the prom, Eric?" "Um, no. You know how I am with girls; I wouldn't have the courage to ask. Besides, nobody would want to go with the school dweeb." "You're not a dweeb. You're nice, you're smart, and pretty good looking, too." "You're my best friend, you have to say that." "I'm saying it because it's true." "Has anybody asked you to the prom?" I asked. "No," she replied, looking at the floor. "I'm still the brainiac, and boys don't like smart girls." "I didn't think you wanted to go. Do you?" "Well, kinda. It's like a once in a lifetime thing." "Um, ah, er....would you go with me? I mean you don't have to be boyfriend and girlfriend or anything; we can go as friends. Laura Kinney is going with her brother." "Okay, that would be nice; thank you, Eric." She gave my arm a little squeeze. That was the most intimate thing she'd ever done to me. What had I done? It was a totally impulsive moment. The prom? Jesus, there's dancing there. I didn't even know how to dance. Every night for the next week, my mom tried to teach me how to dance. I had three left feet, and they all got tangled up with each other. By the end of the week, I was almost adequate; at least I could shuffle across the floor without stepping on her feet. Brianna later told me she was doing the same thing with her dad, only she had an additional handicap; she was trying to do it in high heels, something she'd never worn before. Finally, the big day arrived. I wore a powder blue tux, with a pleated shirt and dark blue cummerbund. My dad had to do the tie for me. I don't know why, but I was really nervous. After all, it was just another evening with my friend, and we've done that lots of times. My dad loaned me his car and I went next door to pick her up. All of our parents were there with cameras to record the event for posterity. When Brianna came down the stairs, my jaw dropped to the floor. She was gorgeous. Stunning. She wore an emerald green dress, that matched her eyes. It was moderately low-cut, not what you'd call a plunging neckline, but enough to show an ample amount of cleavage and the swell of her breasts over the top. The dress clung to her waist like a second skin, with a flared skirt that stopped a couple inches above her knees. She wore her coppery red hair down, flowing almost to her waist, with soft ringlets at the ends. The glasses were gone, in favor of contacts, and she was wearing lip gloss, mascara, and just a hint of eyeliner. Her nails had a coat of a dusky rose polish on them. "Wow, you look beautiful, Bri," I stammered. She blushed and looked at the floor. "You look really nice, too, Eric." It was my turn to blush. Thank God I had gotten her a wrist corsage; I would never have the courage to pin one on her bodice. Which I couldn't take my eyes off. Our parents pushed us together to take pictures. We saw them on the screen of her digital camera; we looked pretty good together. I couldn't believe that was me in formal clothes. The prom was held in the ballroom of the Grand Hotel. Everyone looked at us when we walked in. I could hear some of the conversational buzz around us. "How did the dweeb ever get a girl like that?.... Who is she?..... What a fox.... My God, it's that brainy chick; what's her name?.... Brianna something..... check out her rack." The plain caterpillar had turned into a beautiful butterfly. The music started and couples started dancing. I looked at Bri with panic on my face. I didn't know what to do, so I did an elaborate bow, and asked "May I have this dance?" She returned it with an exaggerated curtsey, and accepted. We walked really slowly onto the dance floor. We stood for a moment, face-to-face, looking at each other. I was so nervous, I was shaking, and just in case my palms were sweating, I wiped them on my pants. I sucked up all my courage, put one hand around her waist, and took her hand in mine. Her hand was soft and warm, and I felt a little jolt of electricity. "I'll try not to step on your feet," I said lamely, with a shy smile on my face. "And I'll try not to fall down in these shoes." "Okay, here goes nothing," I muttered, and we took our first tentative steps. There was at least a foot of distance between us. The satin of her dress was so smooth, it felt wonderful under my hand. I could feel the muscles on her lower back flex and move. My God, her body was under there! Each time the band played a new number, we got a little closer to each other. Her hair brushed across my face, so soft, smelling of her shampoo. The light floral perfume she was wearing intoxicated me. When did I first fall in love with her? As I am a bit taller than she is, I couldn't help peeking down the front of her dress. Just a little bit. I'm not much into the mechanics of a brassiere, but whatever she was wearing was strapless, made of black lace, and it barely covered her nipples. Jesus! Nipples! I had never thought of Brianna having nipples before. All of a sudden, I couldn't think of anything else. By the last dance, we were cheek-to-cheek, our bodies pressed together. I could feel her breasts pressing into my chest, and my cock swelled up. The way were holding each other, she couldn't help but feel it. When the dance ended, we kept holding each other, looking in each other's eyes, our lips only an inch apart. I wanted to kiss her, but I was afraid she'd take it the wrong way. I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize our friendship. I took her home and we lingered on her front porch for a while. "I had a really nice time, Eric; thank you for taking me." "I did too, Bri, thanks for going with me." We were standing close together, and on an impulse I couldn't control, I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. Briefly. She kissed me back. Briefly. We both blushed, and she turned and went into the house. I didn't see her the next day, which was unusual, but Monday, at school, we both acted like nothing had happened. That evening, we were doing our homework together in her bedroom. She was working on her computer. After awhile, she paused, pushed her chair back and looked at me. Her brows were kind of furrowed. "Eric?" "Huh?" "I want to talk about when you kissed me." Oh shit, I really fucked things up. I should have known better. "Jeez, I'm sorry, Bri. If you'll forgive me, I promise I'll never do it ag......." "I liked it, Eric. I want to do it again; only this time I want a real kiss." "I was just so afraid it would mess up our friendship, and I couldn't bear that." "Nothing can mess up our friendship. You're my BFF. Come over and sit by me on my bed." I came over and sat down on the bed beside her. She put her arms around my neck. I was as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. "I-I d-don't know much about kissing. I've never done it before. Except for that little one on your porch after the prom." "I've never kissed anyone before either, Eric, but my mom said just do it and we'll figure it out." Best Friends "Your Mom? You told your mom?" "Yeah, I told her I want to make out with you." "What did she say?" "She said it's about time we got around to it." She pulled my face into hers. I'd seen enough movie kisses to know you're supposed to keep your mouth open a bit, so we plunged right into it. Her lips were so soft, so supple. Both of us were breathing heavily; the sensation went right from my lips to my groin. We definitely figured kissing out pretty well. We didn't sit on the bed for too long, before we were lying side-by-side in a tight embrace. She slipped her tongue between my lips and found mine. Her breasts were mashed against my chest; my hard cock was pressing into her belly. We were totally in the heat of the moment. Then her mom called us to dinner. We were both rumpled and disheveled when we came into the dining room. Our lips were puffy and swollen. Her parents just grinned at us, because it was obvious what we had been doing. We started holding hands when we walked down the halls at school. I guess that made us a "couple" although we had never talked about it. We did a lot of kissing, but never anything else. Not that I didn't think about it, but I was afraid to try anything with her. We were doing our homework again, when Brianna pushed her chair back and looked at me. "Eric, do you ever think about sex?" "Um, uh, sometimes." Like every day that ends in "y". "Just what do you mean by sex?" "Like, um, doing stuff with each other." "What kind of stuff?" "Like petting, or touching each other, or making love," she said, looking at me demurely. "You want to do that with me?" "Yes." I was stunned. "I thought you were saving yourself for someone you were in love with." "I am. I did." "Y-you're in love with me?" "Yes." "Oh God, Brianna, I've been in love with you, since forever." We held each other and tumbled back on the bed together. I was in a semi-panic; I didn't know what to do, or what she wanted me to do. She solved my dilemma for me by taking my hand and putting it on her breast. I felt the size and shape of them, through her blouse and bra. They were so much bigger than I thought, completely filling my hand. Our kissing got more urgent, and I felt her hand reach down and encircle my erection. "Oh, Eric, it feels so big. And so hard. I felt it rub against me when we were dancing, and it made me so hot." "What do you want me to do?" I felt I'd be safe if I asked her, rather than recklessly plunge ahead. "My mom said we should go slow; take one step at a time. " "Your MOM? You talked about this with your mom?" "Yeah, and she talked about it with your mom. They really hoped we would be together." "And have sex together?" "Well, that's what people in love usually do, don't they?" We didn't get past groping each other through our clothes, when we were called to dinner. I went through all kinds of gyrations trying to adjust my cock so nobody would see my hard-on. I finally elected just to pull my shirt tail out and cover it up. "Gee, I'm glad I don't have one of those," Brianna giggled. "I'm just wet, and nobody can see that." I didn't know what was wet, or where yet, but if we progressed with this, I was sure I would find out. And just thinking about that gave me a boner all through dinner. We looked at each other differently all day at school. I'd heard about people having bedroom eyes, and that was us. By the end of the school day, I was literally quivering with anticipation. We almost ran up the stairs to get to her bedroom. "Did you masturbate last night, Eric?" "Um, ah, yes I did." My face was beet red. "Me too. Did you think about me?" "Yes." "What we you thinking about me?" "I was imaging what your tits--excuse me--your breasts look like." "You can say tits. Boobs, jugs, whatever you like. What do you call your penis?" "Uh, I call it a cock. What do you call your, um, your ahh...." "Pussy?" "Okay. Good, penis and vagina are kind of clinical." "Would you like to see my tits?" "Oh, God, yes." "Unbutton my blouse." My hands were shaking as I fumbled with the buttons. Each one revealed a little more skin, and finally her white lace bra. I loved the way it lifted and separated her tits, leaving this deep valley between them. I could make out the outlines of her nipples through the sheer lace. I guess I must have an underwear fetish, because I have jerked off over the Victoria's Secret catalogue lots of times. She turned her back to me so I could unhook her bra. When the hooks were undone, she slipped the straps off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. She kept her back to me for awhile, and I studied her bare skin, the way her waist narrowed before it disappeared under the waistband of her pants. "I'm really nervous, Eric. What if you don't like them? Nobody has ever seen them before." She turned slowly and faced me. Her arms were folded together, covering her breasts. She looked me in the eyes and, blushing, dropped her arms. God, real live tits, right in front of me. They were round and stood straight out, capped with pale pink nipples that pointed up. "They're absolutely beautiful, Bri. I can't believe I'm really looking at them." "Touch them..... feel them all around..... oh, your hands feel so good. See my nipples get hard when you touch them?" "I didn't know nipples did that. That is soo hot." "Watch how I touch them. Take your thumb and finger and roll them like this....oh yeah.... pull them a little bit." "I love to watch you touch them." "Kiss them.... all over.... mmmmm...." "I love the perfume you put in between them." "Take your tongue and run all around my nipple.... oooo.... now do the other one.... ahhhh....Take it in your mouth and suck on it..... oh God.... mmmm, suck harder....harder.... yes, like that.... do the other one with your fingers.... pinch it.... yes, yes....oooo... oh God, Eric.... I'm gonna.... I'm gonna.... OH GOD.... NNNGHHHH...AH AH AH....mmmmm... oooo..." Her whole body shook. She threw her head back, then suddenly went limp. "What happened, Bri? Are you alright?" "Oh yeah, I'm alright. I'm more than alright. I just had an orgasm.... wow! I didn't know I could cum just by playing with my tits. Whew!" "That was pretty awesome. I love your tits." "I want to see your penis now, uh, your cock.... no, no, I want to do it; I want to take your pants off.... jeez look at me, I'm as nervous as you were, my hand is shaking.... just let me get that zipper down.... now the shorts.... oh my God, Eric, it's really big." "Touch it." "Oh, it's really hot.... hard too, but sort of soft at the same time.... I can't get my hand all the way around it.... I want to feel your balls, too...." "Gently please; it can really hurt if you squeeze them too hard." "I can kind of roll them around.... they're kind of soft and squishy.... does it feel good when I fondle them?" "Mmm hmmm." "What's this bulby thing on the top called?" "That's the head, or the glans, if you want to be technical." "Does it feel good when I touch it?" "Oh yes. This little place right here, under the head is the most sensitive of all." "Show me how to jack you off." "You put your hand around the shaft, and then you move it up and down.... like this." "Oh, the skin moves when I stroke it; that's really cool.... does it feel good?" "Oh yeah! I love to watch your tits jiggle when your hand is moving." "I want to hold your balls in my hand while I stroke you; is that okay?" "Oh yeah." "What's that clear stuff coming out of your cock? It isn't semen is it?" "It's pre-cum; smear it all over the head, it makes it slicker when you jack me." "Like that?" "Oh yeah.... oh God, yes.... hmmmm.... mmmm. Keep going, keep going...." "Oh, your ball sac is getting smaller, and it's all wrinkly. Why is that?" "It's because I'm going to cum soon." "Oh goody, I want to watch it." "Soon.... soon.... almost here.... JESUS....OH GOD....AHHHH...." "OH! that really squirts out. It's all over my tits.... gee it's kind of slippery.... sticky too... it doesn't smell bad.... I'm gonna lick some off my fingers.... hmmm, tastes okay, maybe a little bit salty..." "I love you, Brianna." "Oh, I love you too, Eric, so much." I was in a totally different world, a different life. I was completely in love, and she was my best fiend. Each time we got together, we went a little bit farther with each other; exploring, learning, loving. I went over to her house the next day, not quite knowing what to expect, but knowing it would be wonderful. We greeted each other with a long, passionate kiss. "I saw your cock yesterday, today I want to show you my pussy. I want you to make me cum like I did for you." "You'll have to show me what to do." "Let's take all our clothes off." Mine were off in an instant, and I put them on a chair. Bri decided to do it slowly, giving me my first strip tease. One button at a time, she took her blouse off. She was wearing a black lace bra. God, I love sexy underwear. Her skirt was next; she unzipped it, and with a wiggle, lowered it over her hips and let it pool at her feet. She wore a black lace thong that matched her bra. When she did a slow turn, I got my first look at her ass. Full, round, heart-shaped. Instantly, I became an ass man. I wanted to touch it, feel it, bury my hands in those soft cheeks. Bri reached behind her to unhook her bra. I was learning to love the moment her breasts spilled out of their confinement, and hung free and unfettered, moving and swaying when she walked. The panties were next. Slowly, she slid them down. With her thumbs hooked under the sides, she pulled them part way down, until just the top of her mound was visible. I was getting more and more excited; my cock was throbbing in anticipation. When she finally pulled them all the way off, I gasped at the sight. She had shaved all but a tiny love patch of hair at the top of her mons, revealing long slit between her lips, with just a hint of pink peeking out between them. She rubbed her body all over mine, then reached down, and grasped my hard-on and sank down on her knees in front of me. "I though you wanted me to see your pussy?" "I do. And you will. I just want to put my mouth on you first. Let me kiss your cock." "Oh jeez... oh God." "Tell me what to do." "Let's go lie on the bed first. If you do what I think you're going to do my knees will get weak, and I'm liable to fall down." "My mom gave me an article from "Cosmo" that told how to make your man happy orally, but I want you to guide me." "First you lick my shaft up and down." "Like this?" "Oh yeah.... then you lick my balls....ohhh yes.... lift up the sac and lick underneath.... see that little crease that runs between them.... right there.... mmmmm.... take one in your mouth and suck on it......oooohh..... lick the shaft some more...." "Do you like that? Because I really like doing it. I like to watch your face." "I like to watch how your breasts hang down when you kneel over me like that. I want to hold them in my hands." "What next?" "Lick all around the head.... yeah.... around the rim.... mmmmm.... lick inside that little slit on top.... mmmm.....mmmmm......see this little place right here under the head, just where it meets my shaft? Yeah, right there. Lick that.....flick your tongue over it.... ahhhhh.... ahhhh...." "Can I put it in my mouth now?" "Oh yeah!.... oh God, that feels good.... your mouth is so soft, and so warm....run your tongue over that special place I showed you....oh yes....bob your head up and down.... ahhhhh...... stroke the shaft while you do that..... uhhhhhh.....faster, faster...... I'm gonna cum soon, Bri.... soon.... Bri, move your head away or I'll cum in your mouth.... NOW, Bri...... AHHHH.... OHHHH GOD..... ahhh. You're smiling; I guess you like that, huh?" "Was that good, Eric?" "God that was wonderful. Tell me what you want me to do for you." "Kiss me first. A lot of kissing. Kiss all the way down my body. Suck my nipples; that makes me soo wet. Kiss all the way down to my pussy." "You want me to make you cum with my mouth?" "Yes." "You'll have to tell me what to do." "I will when you get there. I'm kind of afraid you won't like the smell or the taste." "If it's part of you, I'll love it." "Mmmmmm..... mmmmm..... you're such a good kisser...... *giggle*..... wow, I didn't know my ears are an erogenous zone..... oooo, suck on that earlobe. I want you to suck on my clit the same way...." "I love the perfume your wearing back there." "I'm wearing perfume in all kinds of places; you're going to have to find it." "Kind of like a treasure hunt, huh?" "I just hope you like it when you get to the jackpot. Oh yes, kiss my boobs like that.... mmmmmm......" "You've got perfume in between them. That's so hot." " Do my nipples now. Lick them and suck them like you did before.... yeeaaahhh, like that.... suck harder.... harder..... oh God, Eric, you're gonna make me cuuuuuummmm.. OH YEAH.... I love it that you can make me cum like that.... my pussy is sooo wet." "Wow, you have perfume on your mound too..... and in that little crease between your thighs and your lips." "Kiss my lips." "They're all pink and puffy. I love to look at your slit." "Lick it." "There's juice running out..... mmmm.... it really tastes good.... there's something pink peeking out between them." "That's my clit and my inner lips. I'll spread my lips apart so you can see inside." "Oh God, it's so pink and so pretty." "I'll show you how I make myself cum.... this is my clit; see, I run my fingers over the hood like this.... then I make my fingers into a V and run them down both sides.... mmmm..... I'll slide my hood back so you can see my hard little bell... now look, I'll spread my inner lips wide open so you can see deep in my vagina." "I want to kiss it and run my tongue all over it. Tell me how to do it." "Do it like I did with my fingers.... yeah, like that, lick my lips, inside and outside.... ohhh.... take them in your mouth and suck them.... yes yes yes.... stick your tongue into my cunt.... ahhhh.... swirl it around in there.... Oh yeah, pinch my nipples with your hands.... Jesus, that feels good.... lick both sides of my clit.... mmmm, like that.... now flick your tongue really fast, right on my clit.... yes, Eric, yes yes.... take it in your mouth and suck on it....OH GOD, ERIC.... MMMMM.....NNGGHHHH.... Ahhhhh.... you make me cum so hard, so good." "That was awesome; I'm so glad I can do that for you." There was only one thing left to do-- lose our virginity with each other. Our parents were going camping the next weekend. We chose not to go with them, thus having both houses to ourselves. Our folks knew what we were going to do, and we had their blessing. We chose my house, because there was a large master suite, with a private bath and a king-sized bed. "Are you nervous, Bri?" "Yeah, kind of. I really want to make love with you, but I'm a little scared." "Scared that I'll hurt you? The first time is always supposed to hurt some. About birth control? I have some condoms." "You don't have to worry about breaking my hymen; my mom suggested I break it with a vibrator, so I won't have any pain. And as for birth control, I'm on the pill." "So what are you scared of?" "I'm scared that I won't please you, that I won't be any good." "Well, I'm afraid that I might cum too soon and not satisfy you." "My mom says it just takes practice, that it just gets better the more you do it." "Our folks are remarkably liberal; we're lucky." "They left us some wine; let's have some to help us relax a little bit." We shared a bottle of some good cabernet, and were both feeling a lot more relaxed. The master bedroom had a fireplace in it, and I stoked it up, so that there was a warm, mellow glow in the room. I lit a bunch of candles around the room. My mom and dad had given me a pair of satin pajamas for the occasion. I'd only ever worn a tee shirt and shorts to bed since I was a toddler. I put them on and paced the bedroom anxiously, waiting for Brianna. She finally emerged from the bath in a sheer black negligee. It was a wonderful contrast to her milky white skin. The outline of her gorgeous body was visible through the diaphanous fabric. "You are so beautiful, Brianna." "Hold me, Eric.... kiss me....mmmm..... stroke my body while I stroke yours.... your hands feel so good.... I love to feel your body under that soft satin.... ooo, your cock is so hard.... does that satin feel good when I stroke it?" "God, yes.... I love to feel your ass, run my hands all over it.... knead it." "That sends shivers all over me. I like it when you run your hand up and down my crack.... ooo, tickle my butt hole with your finger." "I'm going to slide these straps off your shoulders.... your breasts are so beautiful, they fill my hands." "Kiss them.... mmmm..... lick my nipples.... suck them.... harder.... bite them a little bit... OW....Oh....God, that makes me so hot....let me take your top off so I can feel your skin against me." "Rake your nails over my back.... hoooo, that gives me the shivers.... pull my pants down..... let me take the rest of your nightie off.... I love to look at your body.... come over and lie down with me." "Your cock is so hard, it's throbbing..... I can't believe I'm going to feel that inside me tonight.... oh yes, kiss my pussy.... lick it right there....right there.... oh God.... Eric, Eric, I'm gonna cum.... cummmmmm.... nghhhhhh....ahhhhh...." "Are you ready for me?" "Yes.... yes.... let me put it in.... rub it over my clit first.... mmmmm.... put the head between my lips.... go slow, Eric.... slow.... uhhhh.... oh, it's stretching meeee.... it's so big...." "Are you okay?.... your cunt is so hot, so slippery.... it feels like liquid silk.... now a little more.... some more.... I never dreamed anything could feel so good.... deeper.... deeper.... ahh, it's all the way in." "I feel so full.... so close to you.... like our bodies are joined; like we are one." "I'm gonna move out.... now come back in." "Ohhhh..." "Out....in...." "Mmmm.....ahhh....mmm....ahhh....mmm....ah." "I love you.... love you.... love you... love you... love you...." "I feel like I'm gonna cum soon, Eric.... but it's different.... ohhh.... deeper inside me... oh God.... oh God.... oh God...." "I'm going to cum with you...." "ERRRIIIICCCC!" "BRIANNNNAAAHHH!" "How do you feel?" "Wonderful." "Me too." "Mom says it gets better and better." "Let's find out." Best Friends We've been best friends forever and I ask you if you remember something I said during a sleep over back in high school. Enjoy! * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (9.5 min/mp3) * * * * * Best Friends It was 1:17am and the last of the party guests were leaving. Dana Appleton's surprise birthday party had been the best party of the year for the group of friends. Julie Simpson, Dana's best friend wanted her twenty first birthday party to be a memorable one. She invited all of their closest friends to her upscale Manhattan apartment. Julie bought enough food and liquor to feed a small army, as well as get them smashed. Julie's parents, like all of their friend's parents are wealthy, so money isn't an issue. The party had gone off without a hitch. Everyone ate, drank, and had a really good time. The theme for gifts was gag gifts. Dana received some very outlandish gifts. Some of the gifts bordered on being ludicrous. With the exception of Julie's gift, they were piled on the coffee table. The twenty one year old loved it. Julie said her goodbyes to the last of the guests, and then locked her apartment door. She was more than a little buzzed. She completely drunk, but she had drank enough that her inhibitions were all but completely gone. Her best friend was sitting on the couch, wearing a silly grin. She was very drunk, and holding a whiskey sour. She was still aware of what was going on around her, but other than that, she was pretty wasted. Julie, who had turned twenty one a few weeks earlier sauntered over to the couch and sat down next to Dana. "Did you have a good time?" Dana gave her friend a huge grin. Her eyes were glazed over. "That was the best party ever." She leaned over and gave her lifelong friend a small peck on the lips. "Thank you." "I hope you didn't mind me telling everyone to bring gag gifts. I wanted to make you laugh." Dana chuckled. "The gifts did make me laugh; especially the gift that Brad gave me." Julie burst into laughter. "That was hilarious. I can't believe he bought you a strap-on." Dana began to laugh as well. "The thing is huge. He must think my pussy is big enough to drive through." Dana took a small gulp of her whiskey. "Besides, Brad seems to be under the impression that because we spend so much time together, we're closeted lesbian lovers." Julie's laughter continued. "Trust me, if you and I were lesbians, we wouldn't be in the closet." Dana gave her friend a drunken smile. "I am surprised at what you gave me. Your gift was almost as outrageous as Brad's." Julie feigned shock. "What's so outrageous about a matching bra and panties?" Dana's eyes rolled to the ceiling, and an expression of dismay appeared on her face. "The bra has holes for my nipples, and the panties are crotch-less. Then after you showed them off to everyone, you made me go into the bedroom and put them on. With this dress, I've been terrified to bend over all evening long. Mark was trying to look down my top all evening." Julie gave her friend a sly grin. "You should have let him get a peek." She picked up a half empty glass of vodka that was sitting on the coffee table, and took a drink. "Please, the last thing I need is to have Mark Phillips trying to get into my panties." "He wouldn't have to get into them," Julie replied, giving her friend a wink. "All he'd have to do is push you on your back, lift the hem of your dress, and spread your legs." "Oh hell no," Dana drunkenly exclaimed. "I've heard about Mark. Lisa Withers told me his dick is the size of a peanut. There is no way I'd let him fuck me with his tiny cock." Julie spotted the strap-on sitting on the coffee table. She picked it up and held it up. "I take it he's not hung like this?" Dana rolled her eyes. "No one is hung like that." Julie looked the dildo over. "It's not that big. There are porn stars with dicks that big." "It's at least nine inches long and four inches in diameter." "I read the outside of the box. The dildo is ten inches long. I'll bet you could take it, though." Dana shook her head. "That thing would stretch me to my limit. I don't know how those women in porn movies take something that big." "From what I've heard they seem to like being stretched." Dana turned her gaze back to the dildo. "Speaking of the strap-on; you promised that if I wore the underwear you bought me, you'd wear that thing. I kept my end of the bargain, but you reneged on your end of the deal." "I didn't promise I'd wear it during the party." Dana gave friend a look of disbelief. "That's cheating. You know I wanted you to wear the thing during the party." Julie laughed. "Sweetie, I'm drunk, but I'm not that drunk." "I guess I am that drunk, because I did put the underwear on. When I came out of your bedroom, everyone cheered. But you cheated. You were supposed to wear the strap-on during the party. I think you should put it on now." Julie sighed. "Fine, if you want me to wear this silly thing, I'll wear it. Although, since that the party is over, it won't make much sense if I put it on now." "Oh no," Dana drunkenly exclaimed. "You promised to wear it. I want to see you wear it." Julie tipped her glass up and drank the last of her vodka. "Fine, I'll wear it, just for you." She set the glass and the dildo on the coffee table, stood, and removed her dress. Dana had seen her friend nude numerous times over the years. At five foot six, Julie was a stunning woman. She was a redhead with a short bob hairstyle that stopped just below her chin. Her body wasn't overly thin, but she wasn't a large woman either. Her breasts were C cup, and her waist was narrow, and long. Her hips flared out, giving the woman an hour glass figure. Her legs weren't long, but her thighs were shapely. Dana drank the last of her drink, and then set the glass down on the coffee table. She sat back and watched as her childhood friend picked up the strap-on. "Wait," she said. "You can't put that thing on over your underwear." "What?" Julie asked. "You want me to take my panties off?" "And your bra," Dana replied with authority. "Fine, but if I'm going to strip before putting this silly thing on, then you have to let me see you in your new underwear." "It's a deal," Dana said as she tried to stand. She didn't realize she'd had that much to drink. She began to giggle. "I don't think I can get up. I'm a little too drunk to stand right now." "Sweetie, you are more than a little drunk. You are two drinks away from being completely plastered. Here, let me finish getting ready, and then I'll help you to your feet." Julie removed her bra and panties, dropping them to the floor. She left her three inch stiletto heels on. Dana scooted to the edge of the couch so she could observe her friend as she put the harness on. She watched Julie take off the rest of her clothes. She noticed that Julie had recently trimmed her bush until only a thin strip was left. "When did you start shaving your pubic hair? I thought you liked the natural look?" Julie grabbed the strap-on. "I decided to try something new." Dana looked her friend over. "You look good like that. I like it." "Now who's talking like a lesbian?" Dana laughed. "Who is putting on a rubber cock?" "Only because you're making me," Julie protested. She slid her left foot into the harness. She had trouble getting the harness over her stiletto heel. After working the closed end over her foot, she pulled the harness up until the harness was around her waist. She then slid the open half of the harness around her right hip. She started to put the belt through the buckle. "Wait," Dana said. "You forgot to put the inside dildo in your cunt." "Are you serious?" Julie asked in dismay? "You expect me to put the other dildo in my pussy?" "If you don't put the dildo inside you it will be uncomfortable." The drunken birthday girl gave her friend a devious smile. "Besides, if you're going to wear it, you might as well wear it correctly." Dana, the inner dildo is almost as thick as the long one." "You said the big one would fit in me; so the little one should fit in you." "Fine," Julie groaned. "I'll put the other dildo in me. I can't believe I let you talk me into this." "Fair is fair. You talked me into wearing this silly bra and panties during the party. So you have to wear the strap-on with the dildo in your cunt." Julie tried to insert the dildo into her pussy, but it wouldn't go in. "I can't get it in me. My pussy is too dry." Dana leaned forward and grabbed the small bottle of sex lube that someone had given her as a gag gift. She opened it, and poured some on her fingers. "What are you going to do with that?" Dana slid her hand between Julie's legs and into the crotch of the harness. "Hold still." Before Julie could stop her drunken friend, Dana began rubbing the lube on her pussy lips. "Shit," she exclaimed. "This is fucking embarrassing." Dana rubbed a generous amount of lube on Julie's labia. The large dildo was hanging mere inches from Dana's face. She then inserted two fingers into Julie's cunt. The pretty redhead gasped. "What the fuck are you doing?" "I'm lubing you up so you can put the dildo in your cunt." "I could have done that," Julie exclaimed. "You need both hands to hold up the harness." Julie stood there helplessly as her best friend worked the lube in her pussy. "I'm glad everyone has left. I would hate to be seen like this." "Quit complaining, Dana replied as she rubbed her fingers against her best friend's vaginal walls. "This was your idea." "The underwear was my idea," Julie shot back. "This crazy scheme was all yours." As Dana lubricated her friend's pussy, her middle finger stroked Julie's G spot. The lovely redhead groaned involuntarily. In her inebriated state, Dana didn't notice Julie's response to her invading fingers. She continued stroking Julie's vaginal walls, causing the woman to become excited. Julie stiffened as Dana rubbed her special spot repeatedly. She groaned again. "That's enough," she breathlessly said, not wanting to become even more excited. "There," Dana said as she withdrew her fingers. "You're all lubed up. Now, stick the dildo in." Julie tried to insert the dildo, but in her semi drunken state, she was having trouble holding the harness up and inserting the dildo at the same time. Dana pushed Julie's hand aside, and grasped the dildo. "Here, let me do it, before you fall over." She tried to insert the short object into her friend's cunt, but Julie's legs were too close together. "Spread your legs wider." Feeling foolish, and a little excited, Julie moved her feet farther apart. Dana inserted the dildo between Julie's cunt lips with one hand, and then slowly eased it into the woman's cunt by pressing on the bottom of the harness with her other hand. The larger dildo was resting against her left cheek. Dana began to think about the men in the porn movies with their huge cocks. She asked herself if she really could take a dick that big inside her. Julie audibly gasped as the thick, four inch long phallus forced her vaginal walls aside, and slid into her vaginal cavity. A small wave of electricity shot through her already excited pussy. "Fuck that was intense." Julie hadn't had anything in her pussy but tampons and her fingers since her boyfriend broke up with her six months earlier. Dana then took the harness away from her friend and buckled her in. She made sure to tighten both halves of the harness. The dildo rubbed against Julie's G spot as Julie tightened the harness. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. After making sure the harness was on tight, Dana pressed her fingers against the crotch of the harness to make sure the dildo was inserted completely inside Julie's body. A small orgasm shot through the pretty redhead as she stood there. She bit her lower lip to keep from crying out. "There," the birthday girl said with satisfaction, as she leaned back to look at her friend's new appendage. "Now, you've got a dick." Julie's body was still vibrating from the orgasm her lifelong had inadvertently given her. Not wanting to cause any further embarrassment, she pretended that she hadn't just cum because of what Dana had done to her. She looked down at the ten inch phallus hanging off her crotch. "I look pretty good with a cock." She then leveled her gaze at Dana. "It's your turn." She grabbed Dana's arms and pulled her to her feet. Dana, who is five foot four, and wearing four inch stilettos, felt like she was going to fall. "Damn, I am drunk. I can barely stay balanced." 'Hold onto my shoulders." Dana grasped her friend's shoulders, as Julie pulled her mid thigh length dress over her head. "Lift your arms," Julie said as she pulled the dress off her friend's head. Dana released her grip on Dana's shoulders. Her head was spinning. Julie finished removing the dress and dropped it on the floor. Dana stood there on unsteady legs. Julie took in the sight of her brunette friend's sexy body. Dana's D cup breasts filled the small sea green bra to overflowing. Her thick nipples stuck out the dollar sized holes in the bra. The sexy brunette's areolas completely filled the holes in the bra. Her waist was a little bit thicker than Julie's but not by much. The matching crotch-less panties accentuated the woman's shapely hips and round buttocks. Dana's legs were longer than Julie's, and had a nice shape to them. Dana's thighs and calves were muscular from years of running. "There," Dana said. "Now I've seen you with a cock, and you've seen me in this porn costume." A gleam appeared in Julie's eyes, as an evil thought entered her inebriated mind. "I haven't got to see your entire outfit." Before Dana could stop her friend, Julie gave her a small push. The push was just strong enough to make the unsteady woman fall backwards onto the couch. Dana screeched as she fell. Julie quickly pulled Dana around so that she was lying lengthwise on the couch. She grasped her best friend's thighs, and separated her legs. She then climbed onto the couch and then knelt between Dana's spread thighs. Julie gazed down at the drunken woman's thick pussy lips sticking out of slit in her green panties. "What the hell are you doing?" Dana demanded. "I'm looking at your outfit." "No you aren't. You're looking at my vagina." "You stuck your fingers in me. It's only fair that I at least get to look at your pussy." "I was trying to help you with the dildo. I only inserted my fingers to lubricate you. Otherwise that dildo would have been uncomfortable." "Speaking of dildos; you stuck one of the dildos inside me. I think it's only fair that the other dildo go inside you." "No," Dana screeched as Julie grabbed the lube off the coffee table. She tried to sit up, but Julie was faster. The pretty redhead pinned her friend down with her left hand, as she pushed the nozzle to the lube between her cunt lips. Dana squealed as Julie squeezed a generous amount of the liquid into her cunt. Julie dropped the open bottle of lube on the floor. Some of the product leaked onto the carpet. Julie then shoved two fingers into Dana's lubricated pussy. "What the hell are you doing?" Dana cried. "We've got to make sure you're lubed up before I shove the dildo in you," Julie replied. "What?" The birthday girl asked in shock. Julie began rubbing her friend's inner walls with her fingers. "I'm going to put my new cock in your pussy." "You better not put that thing in me," Dana half demanded, half pleaded with her friend. Knowing where her own G spot was, Julie began rubbing Dana's pussy walls at the same place. She rubbed the woman's clit with her thumb at the same time. The pretty brunette stiffened as her friend found the right spot. Julie smiled, knowing Dana, would soon be as turned on as she had become a few minutes earlier. She continued rubbing Dana's sensitive spot. Dana jerked involuntarily as Julie continued to rub her clit and G spot. "Fuck," the trapped woman exclaimed as an electrical jolt shot through her loins. Within a few seconds she became sexually excited. Dana was shocked that Julie had just turned her on by stimulating her cunt. Julie continued to stimulate her massage friend's G spot and clit. She rubbed the drunken woman's pussy until she was thrusting her hips against Julie's hand. Julie withdrew her fingers, and grasped the shaft of the thick, long dildo. She eased forward until the tip of the phallus was mere inches from Dana's lubricated cunt. She eased the head between her friend's pussy lips. Between Julie's fingers, and the amount of alcohol, she'd consumed, Dana was extremely horny. She didn't know how to handle what was happening to her. Julie eased the head of the dildo between Dana's cunt lips. The sensation of the cock's tip parting her cunt lips brought Dana back to reality. "Stop," she shrieked. "Don't put that thing inside me." Julie laughed as she eased the head of the phallus into the entrance of her friend's cunt. The dildo began to stretch Dana's pussy as the head began its inward journey. Dana whimpered as the strap-on opened her vaginal walls. "This isn't fair," she exclaimed. She half heartedly struggled as her friend sank part of the head in her heavily lubricated vagina. Julie sank another inch of the dildo into Dana's lubricated pussy until the entire head was inside her friend's over excited body. Dana whimpered as the cock head rubbed her vaginal walls. She stopped struggling and pouted at her friend. "You're mean." Julie softly kissed Dana's lips. "Trust me sweetie. You are going to love this." Dana gazed up at her oldest and dearest friend. The pretty birthday girl knew she was going to enjoy this. She was already turned on by what had been done to her. Plus she trusted Julie implicitly. She knew Julie would never do anything to hurt her. They had been close for far too long. But the thought of having Julie sink a strap-on dildo in her cunt felt strange. Dana wasn't sure she could handle the ramifications of what was about to happen. Julie gave Dana a wink as she nudged the dildo against her friend's inner walls. "Are you ready to be filled with my huge cock?" "This is insane," Dana muttered. Without realizing what she had done, Dana bent her knees, and spread her legs wide. "Are you really going to stick that thing all the way inside me?" "Only if you let me," Julie replied. "What do you mean, only if I let you? The head is already in me. And I don't remember giving you my permission." "Yes, but you shoved your lube covered fingers in me and made me cum without permission, so this makes us even." "I made you cum?" Dana was shocked by the revelation. "It was a small orgasm, but yes, you made me cum." "But what if I don't want that thing inside me?" "Sweetie, I would never force you to do something you don't want to do. What I did was in fun. But I would never put the whole thing inside you, unless you let me. I love you too much to do something like that. If you want to know what it feels like to have the dildo in your pussy, I'll be happy to put as much of it in you as will fit. I promise I'll be gentle, and you can ask me to stop anytime you want. What do you say? Would you like to find out what it feels like to have a thick, 10" long dildo stuffed in you?" Dana wasn't sure this was a good idea. But she was already too turned on to stop now. And it wasn't like they were having sex. Julie was just giving her a special treat for her birthday. As best friends they had done some crazy things together. This would definitely top the list. Dana's sigh was filled with resignation. "Ok, you can put the dildo in me." She shook her head in disbelief. The pretty brunette was still pretty drunk, but she wasn't quite as drunk as she'd been earlier. However, her curiosity had been piqued. Plus her pussy was still throbbing from the stimulation of Julie's fingers. "Just be careful. I don't want to get hurt with that thing." Best Friends "I'll be careful." Julie smiled at her friend. "You are going to love this." She pressed her lips to Dana's and kissed her. Dana gasped in surprise. Her lips involuntarily parted. Julie slid her tongue into Dana's open mouth. At the same time, she sank another three inches of the phallus into her friend's lubricated pussy. Dana whined into Julie's mouth as the cock opened her vaginal walls further. She raised her knees until they came to rest against the sides of her waist. Julie slowly sank another two inches of the dildo into her friend's vaginal cavity. Dana trembled with lust. She threw her arms around Julie's neck. Her tongue began to dance with Julie's tongue. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but at the moment she didn't care. Dana had no doubt that she would remember this birthday for as long as she lived. Julie continued to apply gentle pressure with her hips. The dildo sank deeper into Dana's lube soaked cunt. In her drunken haze, Dana knew she should make Julie stop. But the invading phallus was driving her crazy with lust. She loved the sensation of having her cunt stretched wider than it had ever been stretched before. Julie continued to caress her best friend's oral cavity with her tongue, as she sank the dildo deeper into Dana's stretched out pussy. She could feel the pressure of the smaller dildo against her own G spot and vaginal walls as she sank the larger dick into her friend's body. The pretty redhead was as turned on as Dana. As the dildo continued its descent into Dana's ever widening pussy, the pretty brunette wrapped her shapely legs around Julie's waist. This new position opened her vagina up for deeper penetration. Julie sank the cock into Dana's cunt until the head came to rest against her cervix. Dana shuddered and whimpered as the tip pressed against the back of her birth canal. She could feel her friend's leather covered pelvis pressing against her own. Julie finally broke the kiss, and smiled at her friend. "Congratulations sweetie. You've taken an entire ten inch cock all the way inside your pussy." Dana stared up at Julie in amazement. "I can't believe I let you do that to me." "Tell me you didn't love having your cunt stuffed to its limit? I dare you to say you hated it." Dana struggled with her feelings as she thought about the question. "To be honest with you, I am enjoying it. The dick feels wonderful in me. But I think maybe you should take it out now." Indecision could be heard in her tone. "Are you sure you want me to remove it?" Julie asked. "I can leave it in a little longer if you want. You may never get another opportunity to be stuffed like this again." Dana wasn't at all sure she wanted it taken out. She suspected that if she let Julie keep it in her, that she'd cum. Although an orgasm would be wonderful; the thought of Julie making her cum felt strange. She was still amazed that she'd accidentally caused Julie to cum. "I don't know," she replied. Her tone was full of indecision. "It does feel good. But you're my best friend. I don't know if it would be a good idea if we kept doing this. Besides, we are both straight." "Dana, I'm not trying to become a lesbian. And I'm not trying to make you one either. I just want to give you pleasure on your birthday. This won't change the way we feel about each other. You will always be my best friend." Julie waited for a minute to allow her words to sink in. "Would you like some time to think about it?" Dana could feel the effects of the alcohol dissipating. She could also feel the tingling in her cunt. "It might help if I had time to think it over." Julie started to remove the rubber phallus, when another idea hit her. Julie knew she shouldn't do this, but she could tell that Dana didn't really want her to remove the dildo. She kissed Dana on the tip of her nose, as she settled her hips in place between Dana's spread thighs. "Take all the time you need." She lowered her head until her cheek was next to Dana's, and held completely still. Dana waited for her friend to withdraw the phallus. After a minute she asked, "Aren't you going to take it out, while I think about it?" "No, I thought I'd let you decide first." Julie's voice was full of mischief. Dana burst into laughter. "I can't believe this. You're going to leave the dildo in me, while I decide if I want you to keep the dildo in me?" Julie kissed the side of Dana's neck. "That's the plan." Dana groaned. She still had her legs locked around her friend's waist. She could feel the dildo stretching her vaginal walls. She involuntarily squeezed the dildo with her cunt muscles. "What if I decide to let you leave it in me?" "Then I won't take it out until you ask me to; even if it means lying here like this all night." Julie was hoping her friend would want to keep doing this. She loved the way the smaller dildo was pressing her inner walls. She also loved pressing her nude body against Dana's underwear clad body. Dana's hardened nipples were pushed against the top of Julie's Areolas. Julie's nipples were digging into Dana's breasts as well. As the pair lay on the couch, Dana wrapped her arms around her friend's neck. "You know, this really does feel nice," she muttered. "And it isn't like we're having sex or anything. We are just hanging out together, right?" "Right," Julie replied, as another devious thought shot her lightly buzzed mind. "If we were having sex, I'd be doing this to you." Before Dana fully comprehended what her friend had said, Julie withdrew half the dildo's length, and then shoved it back into her cunt. She gasped, and shuddered, as the dildo rubbed her special spot again. Her legs clamped down on the small of Julie's back. "Fuck, don't do that. You are turning me on." Julie forced Dana to release her grip on her neck so she could gaze into her friend's eyes. A sly smile appeared on her face. "Honey, you already are turned on. You want to cum so bad you can taste it." Julie softly kissed Dana. "If you let me, I'd love to give you an orgasm." "You want to fuck me?" Dana's mind began to spin as she absorbed this new information. The thought of being fucked by another woman was a little overwhelming. Julie stroked Dana's cheek. "I want to give my best friend a special gift on her birthday." "That's one hell of a birthday gift." "It's a birthday gift I want to give to my very best friend. What do you say? Can I fuck you until you cum?" Dana couldn't find the words to tell Julie how she felt. She wanted this. But at the same time, she was afraid that if they did this, it would ruin their friendship. Julie gazed into her best friend's eyes. She knew Dana wanted this. She also knew the woman was afraid to say anything. She decided to take control. "If you don't want this to happen, just say so, and I'll pull out." Dana relaxed her grip on Julie's back, but she didn't let go. The lovely redhead took that as a signal to continue. She slowly withdrew the rubber cock until only the tip was inside Dana's body. Dana's vaginal walls began to collapse as the invading phallus exited her cunt. Going slow, Julie then pushed the dick back inside her friend's cunt until the head came to rest against her cervix. The dildo in Julie's cunt pressed against her vaginal walls as she sank the dick back into her friend. Dana moaned with pleasure. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on the dildo. Julie withdrew the cock again and then sank it completely inside Dana's snatch. She began to pick up her pace, as her own sexual excitement began to grow. With each inward thrust, the smaller dildo rubbed her special spot. "Do you want me to stop?" She asked, whispering into Dana's ear. "No," she replied. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." Julie lay so her nipples and Dana's nipples rubbed against one another. With each withdraw, her nipples brushed against the nipple holes in the bra. A sudden urge to suck Dana's nipples came upon her. Julie bent her back so she could lower her head. She took Dana's right nipple into her mouth, and began to suck hard. "Fuck," Dana cried. She clamped her legs tightly around Julie's waist, driving the phallus back into her hungry cunt. Because of Julie's new position, she couldn't sink the entire cock into Dana's cunt. But it still went deep into her body. Julie bit down on Dana's nipple. She didn't bite hard enough to cause pain, but the beautiful brunette could feel her friend's teeth pressing against her tender flesh. Dana buried her hands in Julie's short red hair and pushed her mouth against her right breast until it flattened against Julie's face. Julie continued to suck on her friend's nipple as she fucked her. Her body was on fire with lust. She was fucking another woman. She was fucking her best friend, and it was driving her into a frenzy of lust. Neither woman would have believed that something like this could happen. Yet they were fucking each other like their lives depended on it. The small dildo buried in Julie's body rubbed her vaginal walls with each thrust. Dana was becoming more excited than she'd ever been in her life. She slid her legs down until the wrapped around Julie's thighs. "You are driving me crazy," she cried. "Fuck me, Sweetie. Fuck me hard." Julie released her grip on Dana's nipple. She rose up on her elbows, and withdrew the strap-on until a few inches were still inside Dana's stretched cunt. She then rammed home. The head of the dildo slammed into Dana's cervix, causing her pain and intense pleasure. Both women shuddered as their dildos did what they were designed to do. Dana stared into Julie's eyes. Her expression was a mixture of lust and near madness. Julie returned Dana's gaze. She watched her lifelong friend's face contort with intense hunger. She wanted to make Dana cum more than anything. She pounded the 10" dildo into Dana's hungry snatch. Dana reached up with both hands and squeezed Julie's breasts hard. "Shit," the pretty redhead exclaimed. She rammed the dick into her friend, making her jump. Dana kneaded her friend's breasts like they were lumps of dough. Julie increased the speed and force of her thrusts. Dana's hips were coming off the couch to meet Julie's thrusts. Her stomach muscles began to tighten. "I'm so close," she whimpered. Julie clamped her vaginal walls down on the smaller dildo. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her body tensed up as she repeatedly rammed the bigger dildo against Dana's cervix. Dana began to sob as her orgasm hit her. She blubbered, and whimpered as she came. She couldn't stop trembling. Julie collapsed onto her friend. Her body began to convulse as her own orgasm roared to life. She grabbed Dana's ass cheeks and dug her fingernails into her butt. Dana clamped her eyes shut, as she squeezed her shapely legs tighter around Julie's thighs. She released her hold on Julie's breasts and wrapped her arms around her neck. She hung on to her best friend tightly as powerful orgasms ripped through her body again, and again. She continued to sob. Julie shook with each new wave of orgasmic delight. She bit down on her friend's throat and started chewing and sucking on her flesh. They rode out their incredible sexual highs together. They shook, and writhed together. They continued to tremble as wave after wave of passion roared through their bodies. Julie sucked harder on Dana's throat. They came together repeatedly. Just as one orgasm would begin to ebb, another would start. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, their mutual orgasms began to wane. The two women lay in a tangle of arms and legs, waiting for their bodies to stop trembling. It was then that the realization of what they had done began to seep into their thoughts. Julie and Dana had fucked. They had behaved like lovers. Julie released Dana's throat, and buried her face in her friend's brown hair. Dana lay beneath her friend trying to comprehend what they had done. She knew she wasn't gay, or even bisexual. Yet she had just had the most intense sexual experience of her life. And it was her best friend, a woman she had known since they were five, who had given it to her. The two lay together for a long time. Neither woman wanted to look at the other. Both were afraid that they had just destroyed a friendship that was supposed to last a lifetime. Unable to take it any longer, Julie lifted her head. She could see the fear and confusion in Dana's eyes. "Are you ok?" "I think so. I guess I'm just a little stunned by what we did." A tear ran down Julie's cheek. "Do you hate me?" Dana shook her head. "You're my best friend. I love you." "I shouldn't have made you do this. I'm sorry." Dana caressed Julie's cheek. She took a deep breath before responding. "You have nothing to be sorry about. We both went into this with our eyes wide open. The truth is this was the most amazing sexual experience I've had in my life. I've never cum like that before." Julie felt a great sense of relief. "Neither have I. You made me cum at least four times." The fear left Dana's eyes. "I think I came five or six times." Julie spotted the bruise on her friend's throat. "I think I gave you a hickey." Dana smiled up at Julie. "You gave me more than a hickey. You gave a wonderful birthday gift that I will cherish for the rest of my life." Dana paused for a moment before continuing. "Do you think that maybe..." "What?" Julie asked. "I know that we're both straight. But I've never been fucked so thoroughly in my life. Could we do it again? I mean, just once more." "I'll do anything for you Sweetie." Julie kissed her friend as she began withdrawing the dildo. She shoved the phallus back into her best friend's pussy. Dana and Julie know that most people are either born straight, gay, or bisexual. Yet before the night they made love, neither had ever entertained the idea of having sex with another woman. Yet something amazing happened after that night. Julie and Dana began to fall in love. They dated for several months before they decided to live together. Dana sold her apartment and moved in with Julie. Friends and family were shocked at first. But eventually most of them came around, and accepted the fact that Dana and Julie are happy together. Five years have passed since that night, and the two women are still best friends as well as lovers. Best Friends My best friend Brandon and I were nearing the end of our senior year in high school. It was one of the best years of our lives: we had picked all easy classes, we could goof off and still get good grades, and we felt like we owned the school. But that was all going to come to an end in about a month when we were do to graduate. On top of that we had applied and been accepted to different colleges. Because of this Brandon and I were trying to spend as much time together as we possibly could. It was at this point in our lives that early one Sunday morning Brandon called me. "Hey Jake do you want to head over to the YMCA to go swimming? There's usually no one in the pool on Sundays," he asked. "Sure" I said. "I'll meet you there." "Ok, see you in a minute." With that I grabbed a bag and started putting my swim suit and a towel in it. I walked downstairs, told my mom I was going to the Y with Brandon, and headed out the door. When I got there I saw Brandon standing outside the door waiting for me. We went inside and headed for the locker room. Once inside, we noticed that we were the only ones here. We both picked a locker and started stripping off our clothes. We had seen each other naked at least a hundred times, maybe even more than that. But for some reason this was different. He had his back turned to me so he didn't notice the fact that I was staring at his ass as he pulled his underwear off. I felt my penis get a little hard and realized what I was doing. I snapped out of it and put my swim suit on. After we had our suits on, we went through the showers to the door that led to the pool. Brandon went first and stopped me before I could get out. "Damn, man. How lucky are we," he whispered back to me. "What do you mean," I asked. He let me out of the locker room and as I came out I saw the two hottest girls in our class in the pool. They looked at us and stopped what they were doing. They were wearing the skimpiest little bikinis I had ever seen and both had fairly small tits (not that I'm complaining, I love small tits). Brandon and I had fantasized bout this moment for four years, but after what had just happened in the locker room, I didn't know what to think anymore. For some reason we stayed on opposite sides of the pool. About twenty minute after we got in Brandon pointed at them with his hand under the water so the couldn't see. At this point the lifeguard was asleep so anything that happened he didn't care about. I looked over at the girls' side of the pool and saw that they had both taken their bikini tops off and were splashing at each other. I looked over at Brandon, who was blatantly staring at the girls, and saw that his swim trunks were tenting out in the front. As soon as I saw that I got an instant hard on. I didn't feel as awkward about it now as I did in the locker room, though. Out here I could blame it on the girls. After about an hour, the girls got out and walked back to their locker room as they giggled. Brandon and I didn't see much point in staying in the pool after they left so we got out too and headed for our locker room. As soon as we got in the door we took our suits off and went to the showers with our dicks still hard as steel. After a few seconds in the shower Brandon started grabbing at his cock and stroking it so I did too. "Man that was some show," he said. "Wasn't it?" "Yeah," I said, not thinking about the show the girls had put on but the one he had unknowingly put on for me. A minute later he closed his eyes and leaned his head back (presumably from the pleasure he was giving himself). That's when it happened. I don't know what possessed me to do it but, right there in the shower where anyone could walk in on us, I got down on my knees grabbing his cock and shoved it in my watering mouth. I heard him moan out in pleasure as he opened his eyes and looked down. "Jake! What the hell are you doing?" he didn't quite shout. He tried to pull away from me but before he could I grabbed both of his ass cheeks and pulled him closer to me. Before he knew it, he was lost in the blowjob he was getting from me. He was moaning and using his hands to push my head down on his dick. We were both enjoying it more than we thought we would. "Oh Jake," Brandon moaned. "Fuck. Suck my cock you little bitch. I want to cum in your mouth." My cock was so hard at this point that I could no longer ignore it. As I was bobbing my head up and down on Brandon's stiff rod, I reached down and grabbed my own. My hand was moving faster than lightening as I felt the cum rising in my balls. A second later cum started erupting from my dick and landing on the shower floor just out of reach of the water coming from the shower head. The power of my orgasm caused my lips to clamp down tighter on Brandon's cock. "Oh god," he yelled. "Jake I'm cumming! FUCK! Swallow it all." I tried my best to do as he said but, as the cum started shooting into my mouth, I realized that it tasted too good to swallow straight away with the consequence that it started leaking out around the corners of my mouth. I was still swallowing when he pulled his deflating penis out of my mouth. I was still thinking about what we had just done when he bent down and kissed me right on the lips. When he stopped we both said, "Wow," in unison. Then we rinsed our bodies off and, leaving my mess still on the shower floor, went back to our lockers to dry off and put our clothes back on. We didn't say a word to each other as we left the building. When he got to his car he smiled at me and said,"See you at school tomorrow." I smiled back and said,"See you." The next day at school I saw Brandon in my first class of the day. We had four classes together out of five total. He was just sitting at his desk with that same smile on his face that he had the previous day when we left the YMCA. I sat down in my usual seat next to him and he leaned over and whispered to me. "Hey, meet me in the bathroom after lunch." "Alright," I said with a smile on my face. I was pretty sure I knew what he had in mind but it was exciting all the same. Within seconds of him telling me that, my dick was hard under my desk. All I could do was hope that my hardon went away before class was over and I had to stand up and leave. While I was sitting there hoping that my dick would go soft before the end of class, looked over at Brandon and saw him rubbing his hard cock through his jeans. That only made me get more hard. After that sight though, I didn't care anymore. All I cared about was getting that seven inch cock in my watering mouth. Three hours later I skipped lunch and went straight to the bathroom. As I turns out, so did Brandon. As I walked in he saw me and pulled me into the handicap stall at the back of the bathroom. His pants and underwear were already around his ankles and his cock was already rock hard. Once I noticed this I quickly pulled my jeans down and he laughed when I saw that I wasn't wearing underwear. Our lunch periods were fifteen minutes long so we had fifteen minutes to do anything we wanted. My had reached for his cock and his had reached for mine as our faces got closer to each other. Soon we were passionately making out as we jerked each other off. Our nearly identical dicks were dripping with precum after about two minutes. Then I broke our embrace and said, "Brandon, I need this cock in my mouth right fucking now." And without waiting for his reply I sank to my knees and covered his penis with my hot wet mouth. I had learned a lot since giving him that first blowjob yesterday. I could tell just by his reactions that I was giving him extreme pleasure. As my head was bobbing up and down in his penis, my hands reached around his ass. I spread his ass cheeks apart and shoved two fingers up his asshole. He let out a very audible moan and nearly came. "Oh my god Jake! That feels so good," he almost yelled. With my hand that did not have fingers in his ass, I reached down and grabbed my own stiff penis. I was so turned on that I was stroking it as fast as my body would physically allow me to. I could feel my own orgasm coming close so I started sucking Brandon's dick even harder than before. Then all of a sudden I started cumming and so did he. I was rapidly swallowing his salty cum as mine splashed to the floor of the bathroom stall. "Oh, Jake. Swallow it all. Finger my asshole! Oh it feels so damn good," he kept saying. When we were finished cumming I stood up and we both pulled our pants up. We looked at each other and started giggling like two little girls. Then we kissed again and I knew that Brandon could taste his own cum on my lips. We got ready to walk out of the stall and Brandon looked at the floor. "Are you going to clean that up," he asked. "Nah. I'll just leave it for the next person." We walked out of the bathroom just before the bell rang to signal the end of our lunch period. As we walked to class together, Brandon asked me if I wanted to go camping with him that weekend. "Sure," I said. "Good. We will go in the woods behind my house. It will be really um... private if you know what I mean." After Brandon asked me if I wanted to go camping, my dick was hard until I got home and jacked off. I didn't even care if anyone saw the bulge in my pants at school. I was too horny to care that other guys were laughing at me for having a boner. When I finally got home, I went straight to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I stripped out of my clothes and laid on my bed face down and ass up. I was going to get Brandon's cock in my ass this weekend but I had never had even my own fingers in it before, so I had to practice before Friday came. First I took my first two fingers and put them in my mouth. I sucked on them and lubed them up with my saliva. Then I took them out of my mouth and put them at the entrance to my hole. I pushed and as the went in a moan escaped my lips. By now my dick was soaked with pre-cum. I grabbed it with my other hand and started stroking it. It was like I had died and gone to some strange heaven where they fuck you in the ass until you cum. After about ten minutes I could feel my impending orgasm approaching. As it hit me I felt my asshole clench tightly around my fingers and I shot the biggest load that I had ever done before. It was, by far, the best orgasm I had ever had. I could only assume it would be better with Brandon's cock shooting it's load inside my ass as I came at the same time. I continued to do this everyday after school and eventually started to pump my fingers in and out of my asshole. When Friday finally rolled around I felt like I had practiced enough to take all of Brandon's seven inch penis in my ass. On Friday I had my mom drop me off at school so I could ride with Brandon to his camping spot in the woods behind his house. When the bell rang to signal the end of the school day, we practically ran to his car and left. When we got to his house we ditched the car and just started walking through the woods. We had been walking for probably thirty minutes when I started to hear water. We walked a little further and about fifty feet in front of us was an old tent next to a creek that was probably waist high (or so I thought). On our way out to the camping spot our minds were obviously on other things, so when Brandon asked me why I bought my backpack I was kind of confused. Then I remembered that my clothes were in it. "Oh. I just brought it because my clothes are in it. Where are yours," I asked. "I didn't bring any. We won't be needing clothes this weekend," he told me. By the time he was finished with his last sentence my cock was so hard it could have crushed diamonds. As he turned toward me I could tell by the bulge in his jeans that his dick was rock hard also. We both noticed each others boners at the same time and made identical movements with our hands. We both reached out and grabbed a hold of the others hard penis and stroked it through our jeans. We both leaned in toward each other and our lips met. While we were locked in our embrace our Brandon's other hand started unzipping my pants to let my cock out. I let go of his cock and used both of hands to pull his t-shirt over his head and threw it at the entrance to the tent. Once he had my cock free he started working at the laces on my shoes and took them off. He then told me to stand up and when I did so he pulled my pants down leaving me naked from the waist down (I wasn't wearing underwear). As I stepped out of my jeans he grabbed my bare cock with his hand. In our one week of messing around with each other, this was the first time he had touched my penis. He started jerking it, giving me my first handjob. It felt so good to have a hand other than my own stroking my hard dick. "Feels good doesn't it," he asked me. "Yeah, it feels great," I replied. Soon I could feel the all too familiar tingling sensation in my balls telling me that I was about to cum. When I told him this, he removed his hand from my penis, spit in it, then stroked my dick twice more. When I was just on the verge of cumming he stopped and sat down to take his shoes off. He then stood up and pulled his pants and underwear off. While he was doing that I had pulled my shirt off and threw it to the ground. I was very surprised by what happened next. He turned around so his back was facing me then got down on all fours and said, "Fuck me Jake. Put that hard wet cock in my tight asshole." I got down on my knees behind him and, with my spit soaked cock in my hand, I guided it to his asshole. As soon as my cock head touched his hole he started moaning loudly. I started to push into him and when I did he started pushing back at me. My dick was ready to explode before this and once I was all the way in I couldn't hold it anymore. "Oh god Brandon. I'm cumming! I'm cumming in your tight asshole. It feels so good," I shouted. "Fuck Jake! It's so hot inside my ass. Keep shooting your load inside me!" When I regained my senses, I pulled my flaccid penis out of his hole. I must have kept it in for at least ten minutes after I came. It only felt like a few minutes though. As soon as my cock came out of Brandon's ass, it seemed like gallons of cum followed it. When he was finally on his feet again I grabbed his hand and led him to the creek. The creek was a little deeper than my initial thought of waist deep. When we got to a point where it was at our chest level I stopped and pulled him close to me and hugged him. After a few moments his lips found mine and we were locked in the most passionate kiss. It was at this point that his hard cock rubbed against my leg. In the aftermath of my orgasm I had completely forgotten to make Brandon cum. So, while still kissing him, I took one hand and slid it around his body and down in between his ass cheeks. I took my first two fingers and shoved them up his ass. With my other hand I reached down and grabbed his cock. As my fingers started to slowly move in and out of his ass, my hand started to move up and down on his shaft. I could feel the vibrations from his moaning on my lips as his tongue tried to separate them. He finally succeeded and we both had our tongues in the other's mouth. Finally he pulled away and whispered in my ear, "I'm going to cum." "Hold on," I told him. Keeping a firm grasp on his penis and with my fingers still moving ever so slowly in and out of his asshole, I took a deep breath and went under the water. The water was very clear so I could see his cock in front of my face once I got down far enough. I then touched my lips to it and wrapped them around it. I continued to stroke his cock and fuck his ass with my fingers until I felt him stiffen up. Then I increased the speed severely. My fingers were rocketing in and out of his ass and the hand on his cock was pumping faster than ever as his salty semen landed on my tongue. When he was finished I didn't swallow it this time but instead I stood up as I pulled my hand away from his butt. I once again leaned in to kiss him and when his tongue found its way into my mouth, I could tell he was happily surprised. We both stood there in the water swapping his load back and forth in our mouths. Then we pulled away after a few minutes and swallowed his deliciously sticky sperm. After we swallowed his cum we stood there in the water, naked as the day we were born, and stared into each others eyes. Then I reached for his hand and held it as we walked back out of the water and onto dry land. As we crawled into the tent and laid down on the sleeping bags Brandon had brought out the day before, I was thinking. I was thinking that giving him a blowjob in the creek was really fun and that was where I wanted him to fuck my ass. We had only been laying there for a few minutes when I realized that I was laying on something hard. I sat up and reached my hand into the sleeping bag and was surprised when I pulled out a seven inch long pink vibrator. "What's this?" I asked Brandon with a smile on my face. "Where was it?" he asked. "In the sleeping bag. I was laying on it." "Well that is my sister's sleeping bag. She must have left it in there by accident." he told me. "Since it's here we might as well put it to good use." I said. And with that, I put it in my mouth and pretended like I was sucking on Brandon's delicious penis. After a few good sucks on it, I pulled it out of my mouth, spit in my hand, and rubbed it all over the vibrator to get it nice and lubed up. Then I turned it on and laid back down on the sleeping bag. With Brandon watching my every move, I spread my legs as far apart as I could and, reaching under my leg, shoved the vibrator in my asshole. Brandon was now sitting up and silently watching the show that I was putting on for him. I had never had anything in my butt that felt as good as that vibrator did and the moans that were coming out of my mouth were not part of the show. They were true moans of pleasure. As I was thrusting it in and out of my ass (at a speed comparable to Indy cars, I might add) I was watching Brandon's flaccid penis. Before my eyes it was slowly starting to grow to full staff again. I was rather impressed by this because this was his second erection in about a half hour and, even with all if the sexual stimulation around my anus, my cock was still soft. I reached down with my free hand and grabbed my dick. That was all it needed: as soon as my hand touched it, it was rock hard. Now I was stroking my cock while pounding my own asshole with the vibrator. I closed my eyes from the pleasure of it all and a few seconds later felt something at my lips. With my eyes still closed I accepted Brandon's cock in my mouth. "Oh god. Suck that cock Jake." he was saying so quietly that I could barely hear him over my own sucking. Then, out of nowhere, I felt lips wrap themselves around the heat of my own dripping cock head. This caused me to open my eyes and I was shocked when I saw his legs on either side of my head and his ass over my face. I had stopped jacking my cock when this happened but my other hand was still shoving that pink vibrating dildo in and out of my ass. I felt Brandon push my hands away from the two things that they were holding on to and, rather reluctantly, I complied. He then grabbed a hold of the vibrator that was now just sticking out of my horny asshole and pulled it out. Then he lifted his face away from my cock and I heard him spit on the dildo. With his saliva on just the tip of the vibrator he put it back at the opening to my gaping butt hole and slowly pushed it back in. It felt so good that I was humming with my lips wrapped around his penis. He slowly increased the speed at which he was fucking my ass with the vibrator. At the same time he started sucking on my penis harder and harder. I could feel the cum starting to boil in my balls and started sucking him harder too. As soon as I did he erupted in my mouth. When I tasted the salty liquid on my tongue, I too started to cum. My orgasm felt so good that I forgot to swallow and by the time we had both finished cumming, I had a mouth full of Brandon's semen and it was leaking out around his cock. When we finally pulled away from each other I looked him in the eye and swallowed his cum. Best Friends When we finally came to our senses I asked Brandon, "Is there anything out here to eat?" "Yeah, there is a cooler behind the tent. I brought it out this morning before school," he said. "We should probably gather up some wood and get a fire going before it gets dark," I told him. He agreed so we set about looking for sticks and broken tree limbs in our little clearing. It felt so great to be walking around outside with no clothes on. I felt like a bird that was spreading its wings to fly. The feeling of the sun on my (not so soft) penis was amazing. Brandon looked like he was feeling the same way. Once we got enough wood, we headed back to the tent and started a fire about ten feet from the entrance to the tent. Then Brandon pulled a package of hotdogs out of the cooler and we cooked them over the fire. By the time we had finished eating the sun had just gone down but my erection had not and I could tell, by the light of the fire, that Brandon's hadn't either. I stood up, walked over to him, and reach out for his hand. He grabbed mine and I pulled him to his feet. Still holding hands, I walked him over to the creek and once we were there, I pulled him in until we were thigh deep in the water. I got down on my knees in front of him and guided his precum soaked cock into my watering mouth. After about five minutes, I stood up and we locked lips. I reluctantly broke the kiss and intertwined the fingers of my right hand into the fingers of his left hand. I pulled him farther into the creek. When we were neck deep I stopped, turned toward him, and pulled him close. Our dicks were now touching under the water. With my arms now wrapped around his neck I pulled him into yet another deep kiss as I felt his fingers wrap themselves around my cock. Again I broke the kiss but this time I put my mouth up next to his ear and, ever so quietly, whispered two words, "Fuck me." I felt his hand let go of my penis and he grabbed both of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. He then lifted me up so he could put his cock in my ass and as he started to slide his cock in I wrapped my legs around his waist. Once he has the head of his cock in my asshole, I tightened my grip on him with my legs which forced his penis all the way inside me. "Oh my god Jake! Your ass is so fucking tight," he said. It took a few minutes before he actually started fucking me and when he did, it felt even better than when I had the vibrator in my ass. I was bouncing up and down on his cock without a care in the world. I wasn't even worrying about the fact that we were going to different schools next year. I couldn't worry about it because his cock felt so good in my butt that I forgot about it. It was about ten minutes or so before I felt my orgasm approaching. I was surprised at this because I still had my arms wrapped around Brandon's neck and his hands were still spreading my ass cheeks. I was about to cum and nothing was even touching my dick except the water in the creek. Then, all of a sudden, my penis started twitching and I could feel my semen spewing out of it. My asshole also clamped down on Brandon's cock when I started to cum. "Oh, Brandon, keep going. I'm cumming!" "Me too," he yelled. And with that I felt the best feeling yet. As I was cumming his orgasm hit and I could feel the semen coming out of his cock and shooting into my butt. It was so warm and satisfying inside me. I could have sworn that I had died and gone to heaven. It seemed like it took hours for us to stop cumming but it was probably only a few minutes. It felt like he had pumped gallons of cum into me and I wasn't ready for him to pull out when he did because I knew it would just leak out of my hole. I wanted to stay like that forever. But we finally did pull apart from each other and hold hands as we walked back out of the water and to the tent. When we got there we crawled in and laid down on our sleeping bags. We fell asleep each with one arm around the other and a hand around the other's penis. Just before I fell asleep I had a thought: This is a weekend I will never forget. Best Friends The doorbell, Darryl had planned to be a crowd pleaser for the now cancelled Halloween party rang, sending three ghoulish bellows through his apartment before opening his door. "Happy Halloween, D." Kimberly said, standing in a tight fitting cat woman costume that pushed her breasts up, creating the impression that they were larger than they actually were that she had purposely worn to entice her friend. "Kim, honestly, I don't think it will be," said Darryl, he looked away and pulled his black cotton robe covered with various red blotches tighter feeling exposed more than he actually was. "Yeah, like where's you costume? And what happened to the HUGE party that was gonna be a night to remember." She said sarcastically without realizing how withdrawn Darryl appeared. Darryl clung to his door and said, "Miche left me. Just like that! No explanation. No note. Nothing!" He continued, "We had problems, but shit, that's common to every relationship and no damn reason to just walk out on me like that. I was upset with the whole mess so called off the party. I thought I had 'texted' everyone but I must have missed you. Sorry." "Don't worry about it. Hey, if you need a shoulder to cry on, you know I'm here for you always." She replied showing a real effort to display concern fully aware that she had in fact recieved and deleted that text message because she had other plans for tonight. "I hate feeling like this. It's like something's missing. It had been like that way before Miche left. I think she must have realized it before I did." He said as he let her in and closed the door. "Yeah, I know what you mean." She said following him into the kitchen. "We just stopped doing things together. Talking. Having fun. And the sex pretty much dried up. Always busy with something and never had any time for me." "Wow, D, we've been friends for what... eight years now. And I've seen who you are. You're a sweetheart and I think that at the end of all of this you'll eventually find the right woman." Kim wasn't just comforting her friend. She was simply testing the newly available space when she removed the mask of her costume and zipped down the front revealing the soft flesh of her body, giving Darryl a peak. Darryl's admission that he hadn't sex in some time was an open door invitation that moistened her Japanese pussy, imagining how he'd wreck her body. "Let's not talk about that shit for now. I've been watching the horror movie marathon on cable. I wanna enjoy what little remains of the holiday: a few B-rated slasher flicks, pizza and beer. I'll deal with that tomorrow or at least try to." He tried to but couldn't resist looking at her slender, petite physique and wondered if she had worn anything underneath that suit. She saw him looking and his dark brown eyes met her slanted green eyes for only a second. Then he awkwardly pointed to the unraveled blanket laying on the sofa in front of the wide-screen tele. She was looking superb in that costume, but he refrained uncertain of both of their feelings. "Well, I didn't have any other plans. Mind if I join you?" said Kim after observing how his eyes seem to peel her suit away and rove in every part of naked body. "At least with you my Halloween wouldn't be a complete loss. Like old times, eh." said Darryl pretending to ignore the mild hard-on that was building in his sweats. "Yay! First thing I need to do is change, since there's no reason for this anymore." Kim said, indicating the costume. "You remember where my dresser is right. It hasn't changed since you were last here." As she walked to his bedroom, Darryl peaked from behind the counter, watching her ass bounce down his hallway. He was horny as any man deprived of sex could be. And the possibility of fucking Kim's sweet pussy was beginning to sound like a real possibility. In his room, she unzipped her skintight costume and removed one of his shirts. The smell and feel of the fabric stimulated her thoughts. She stripped and began masturbating in his bed, imagining Darryl ramming his black dick in her. She didn't care if he accidentally came in or, at most, thought she didn't. Her fantasy was broken, when her eyes accidentally fell on a photograph of Darryl and Michelle. It was as if the photo had sucked the hunger for Darryl's love out of her. She began wondering what did his now ex girlfriend have that was so special. Michelle, in her opinion, was a 'run of the mill' white girl with almost no ass. Although her B cup sized breasts were no match for Michelle's large breasts. She assumed that may have been one of the reasons Darryl was attracted to Michelle. Whatever the reason she wasn't in the picture anymore and tonight this Japanese pussy was going to sitting on Darryl's face. Her skin was flushed in goose-bumps, nipples firmed up and pussy throbbed, as she fantasized about fucking. It had been a while for her as well. The more her thoughts ran away the more lucid she became. She was wet and instinctively began massaging her pussy. She had to force herself to stop prematurely and returned from his bedroom, wearing a small flannel shirt and a pair of his boxers that had 'take me off' written all over it. As she walked to Darryl, who was already on the sofa grabbing a slice of pizza out its box, he noticed that she had on a pair of his underwear but said nothing. It affirmed that she did indeed have nothing on. "We've got pizza and beer." He said to her. She nervously sat away from Darryl on the sofa and remained quiet. All the while plotting how to approach fucking him. She did accept his offer of beer and relaxed into the comfy chair. "My girlfriend left me. I wasn't diagnosed with AIDS. You can come closer, you know." Darryl said jokingly. He was, for the lack of a better word, hungry for pussy now but he still wasn't sure what Kim's game was. Fortunately, Kim did as obliged and joined him underneath the covers. "I miss this. We used to be like best buds, hanging out doing stuff together." said Darryl. "Yeah, we used to." The memories of their teenage years came back to her and Kim said, "the black rocker and his nerdy Japanese sidekick (she was actually Japanese and German but had far more Japanese features, the color of her eyes not being one of them). You're the one that's always busy chasing after some girl." She was in her comfort zone again. "Nerdy. You were never nerdy Kim. I always kinda thou- never mind." "Never-mind. Uh-uh mister, you don't get off that easily. Say what it is you were gonna say." "It's nothing." "We can do this all night. I don't have to work tomorrow and neither do you." She said pointing a finger into his chest, dropping a little sexual innuendo in there. "C'mon let's just watch the movie. It's about to start, " he replied. He missed her lead on. Kim grabbed the remote and shut off the tele then said, "Not until you tell me what it is you were going to say." Darryl tried to get it from her, but before he could she learned flatly onto the sofa, so her arms could extend as far as they would go. "You know I can reach that easily, right. I'm at least a foot taller than your short ass." Darryl said. "I bet you can't." Kim replied. "Well in that case." he replied. Distracted by this sexy woman and pushed himself against her body. He was directly on top of Kim, with her legs spread apart. His semi hard dick rested against her moist pussy. The remote was in both of their hands. "So don't you want to know what your bet is?" Kim said. Her green eyes stared back at his lips and briefly to his eyes. Despite how bad she said it, Darryl got the gist. "Does it begin with this." He said and then held her hands down. He angled her small head so he could plant a kiss on her. Their mouths tangled in joy with no sign of stopping soon. And then it suddenly did. "Oh, so you're not with Danny-boy anymore?" Darryl asked. "Oh my god! Why do you always call him that?" She smiled and rolled her eyes, "It makes him sound like he's two. The short story is he just wasn't my type, kinda like how Michelle wasn't your type. Now shut up and kiss me!" As their tongues tussled within each other's mouths, her hand descended to his sweats and began caressing his dick. She felt an unexplainable joy that she had gotten over her limitations, which allowed her to enjoy every moment as it happened. He stood up with his hand palming her ass and her legs wrapped around his waist so he could sit up. She sucked his neck and jerked his dick until it was firm in her hands. She moved with grace as she went onto her knees and started sucking his dick. Darryl's leaned backwards on the sofa as the sensation of Kim's wet mouth sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. Not being as experienced in oral sex, she choked herself several times as she tried to swallow his 9 inches. Darryl, on the other hand, was enjoying the sound of her gagging. She moved his dick in and out of her mouth until she felt warm globs of cum being spurted into her mouth. She swallowed it all without hesitation and continued to suck the head of his dick. When she finished, she wiped her mouth and raised her head to see the big smile on his face. " I want you here." He said, motioning that she should put her thighs on his. She now sat on his legs while both of her small hands jerked his dick. He started to unbutton her shirt, kissing and sucking her neck. She held onto his head and moaned. When she was completely exposed to him, he took one of tan, tear shaped breast into his mouth and gently squeezed and massaged the other. She was nearing orgasmic levels as never before and her pussy was becoming wetter with every suck and nibble. It became so overwhelming that she had to stop him. She raised onto her knees and said, "Take them off," while looking down at him with glassy eyes, indicating the already wet boxers she had on. He moved forward so he was centimeters away from her, drawing in the mixture of pussy and fruit-scented perfume, pulling the boxers down using his teeth until he saw her bare shaved pussy. He swiveled his tongue on her clit and up into her. The serpentine action of his tongue forced her to hold onto his shoulders for support. Observant as always, he picked her up in his arms and carried her into his bedroom and threw her on his bed. Immediately, she started fingering herself and sucking her fingers. Kim looked over at him and said, exhaustively, "Eat me." Showing no apprehension to this command, he pushed her fingers away with his tongue. He first sucked her clit then licked her slit, sucking the juices out of her pussy. Her body moved rhythmically to the motions of his tongue. Her breathing sped up and her moans intensified. He knew she was coming and spread her pussy's lips to face fuck her with his tongue. She held his head against her and gyrated her hips until she finished. Her body seemed to freeze then suddenly relax within a matter of seconds. "I want your dick in me." She said breathlessly. Her free hand reached between her legs to slowly massage Darryl's dick as he positioned himself. She rubbed the tip of his dick in her wetness sending electric signals of pleasure through their bodies. Hardened, he pushed her hands above her head and spread her legs further apart. "Ummmm!" She replied between her partially bit lips as her pussy accommodated his dick for the first time in their eight year friendship. He couldn't help but think here was his best friend swallowing his cum and taking his dick. This was the woman he'd always wanted but had been to blind by others to realize it. He burrowed deeper and faster in her until she repeated, in a progressively higher pitch, "I'm cumming!" After a few moments of these, her back arched and her legs tightened around him as she came again. He pulled her face to his and feed his tongue into her mouth. Then his hands clamped down on her naked ass. "Ooh!" Kim said as he guided her small, firm butt from the top to bottom of his dick. The sensation of the person, she'd desired for so long, drawing her essence in was incomparable. He slowly entered her again all the while sucking on her breasts. She was overwhelmed and dragged her nails across his back. "Fuck me!" She said in a breathless voice. Darryl held onto her hips so she wouldn't move as he pounded her body into his bed. Then slowed his hips in a back and forth motion, pumping cum into her. As he did he pulled her face to his and stuffed his tongue into her mouth, which she graciously accepted. After which he flipped her over on to her stomach and arched her back, so her pussy stood in front of him. "FUUUUUCK ME HARD!" She turned her head sideways and insisted in an aggressive tone. He took his fingers rubbed it against her pussy teasingly before thrusting his dick deep into her. She moaned as her pussy reacquainted his black wood. He tightly grasped her long, brunette hair in his hands, allowing him to better fuck his sweet, petite kitten. They folded their bodies, so their hips moved as one. "Cum in my mouth. I wanna taste you again." She said out of nowhere. Initially blindsided, he sped up his beating up of her pussy until he neared the month of ecstasy. He pulled out and fell down on the bed stroking his dick. She crawled down and started sucking his head as his had moved up and down the shaft. She sucked the head of his dick while her hands, which had taken over, jerked him off in her mouth until a flood of hot, frothy cum was filling her mouth. It was, at first, too much for her to swallow and some slid out of her mouth but she persevered sucking and swallowing it all. Within seconds of finishing Darryl pulled her pussy to his face and sucked her until she released onto his tongue. She collapsed on his body as he licked her then rolled over, exhausted and covered in sweat but filled with unbridled joy. "So is it still gonna be Halloween you'll never forget?" She asked, breathing heavily. "Well, it isn't. I'd have to say this is like in my top five." He said a big grin on his face again. "Then... we need to do something to set a new record." She replied with a smile. "We still got a couple hours before the day ends. " He pulled her on to him so his dick was directly jammed against her pussy. Best Friends "Come here you," the beaming bride exclaimed as she opened her arms and embraced one of the ushers from her wedding. She tilted her face up toward his and leaned in for a kiss, full and open mouthed, her tongue doing a tango with his. They broke the kiss with a giggle as the bride leaned back and looked up at him. "I owe the two of you so much, Tim. Honestly, I don't know where I would have ended up without you both in my life." "Trust me, Jenny. It was my pleasure," Tim replied with a grin. A moment later, he took an elbow to the ribs from his wife Maggie. "Yeah, yeah. Stop hogging the bride," she chided as she threw her arms around Jenny. Tim shrugged and stepped over to Rich, Jenny's groom. The men embraced and clapped each other on the back. "She told me she was going to do that," Rich said with a chuckle. "Tell me, Tim," he said with a smile. "Do you think you'll be able to behave yourself around my wife from here on in?" "She is quite a woman, Rich. It won't be easy...but of course I will. I'm thrilled for both of you, and you make a beautiful couple. I'm not going to risk screwing that up. Besides, I'm never going back to having two women living with me at the same time. Do you have any idea what it was like getting bathroom time with those two around?" Rich laughed and clapped Tim on the back again. "Thank you. For everything. I mean it, Tim. You and Maggie...you really are the best. There is no way we can ever repay you for the kindness and generosity that you've shown Jenny." "Don't thank me. Thank Maggie. It was all her doing. All I did was go along for the ride." "I know better, Tim. Not that it didn't have its benefits," he said with a chuckle. "Yeah. I reckon it did at that," Tim grinned. Maggie joined him and they stepped back, allowing their friends to greet their other guests. Tim watched Jenny with interest as she moved about, thinking that she looked absolutely stunning. Her long blonde hair was up, exposing her neck and shoulders in the sleeveless gown she wore. Her ample cleavage was a sight to behold, and Tim was certainly beholding it. She was, as Tim had once told her, the most beautiful woman he had ever known. As he stood there, Tim thought about all that had transpired over the past couple of years, leading them to this point. It had all started at his favorite restaurant, on what was to be a normal night out. What happened, though, was the start of something that was anything but ordinary. * * * * * Tim took his time as he drove to Maroni's Restaurant, which is where he and Maggie were meeting Jenny and her fiancé for dinner. He wasn't looking forward to the evening, despite the fact that they would be dining at his favorite restaurant. Maggie could see the tension in his jaw as he drove. "Relax Tim," she said. "We'll have some wine and a good meal. You don't need to let Mick get under your skin." "He doesn't need to be an asshole either, but I'm sure he will." "Come on, honey. I know he's not your favorite person, but could you please behave for Jenny's sake?" "For Jenny's sake? I should kick his ass for Jenny's sake, Mag. She's been your best friend for your entire life. How do you not let the way he acts and treats her bother you?" "I didn't say it doesn't bother me. I said I don't want to create waves for Jenny." "Jesus. I just don't get it. I mean, she is absolutely beautiful. Why the hell is she settling on a fool like Mick?" "Who knows what makes people tick, Tim? Look. You can't ignore the fact that she isn't a small girl. She's spent her entire life dealing with that, and it affects her self-image." "Well, can't you talk to her? I mean, you're practically sisters for fucks sake. She'd listen to you." "Honey. Jenny is probably more than two hundred pounds. I'm a hundred and ten soaking wet. Do you really think she'll listen to me when I tell her she looks great? Really?" Tim glanced over at Maggie with a wicked grin and a leer in his eye. "She really does look great, though. Jesus, that woman is hot. Abundant curves in all the right places, and just about the prettiest face I've ever seen in my life...excluding yours of course." "Yeah, right. You've always had a thing for Jenny, haven't you Tim?" asked Maggie with a giggle. "What me? She's like my sister, Mag. Hell, I even call her sis." "Right. I've seen you look at her. A man doesn't look at his sister like that," Maggie teased. "Yeah, well. I'll try to behave tonight, but I'm not making any guarantees." "Guarantees about behaving around Mick, or guarantees about leering at Jenny?" Maggie asked with a grin. "Yes. That." Maggie nodded and smiled as they pulled into the parking lot and took a space. They got out and held each other's hand as they walked over to the entrance and went inside. Jenny was standing by a window in the bar area, and waved them over when she caught their eye. The couple approached Jenny and exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a burgundy colored empire waist top that accentuated her breasts quite nicely. Tim inconspicuously surveyed her body, or that's what he thought. Maggie looked at him and shook her head. "Tim, you get a good eyeful there?" she teased. Jenny let out a giggle and joined in. "You really were a little obvious," she said with a smile. "And right in front of your wife too!" "All I know is right now, I'm standing here with the two most beautiful women in town. Of course I'm going to look." Jenny flashed her eyes at Tim and winked. They were the color of a deep blue, clear summer sky. Her pale complexion and shoulder length, strawberry blonde hair made her eyes stand out like gemstones. Tim looked at her a moment longer before Maggie gave him a light push towards the bar. "Yeah, yeah. You forgot the part where these women were thirsty. Please be a gentleman and get us a drink, will ya?" Tim grinned and pushed up to the bar, nodding to the bartender and capturing his attention. He ordered them the house Cabernet Sauvignon, which was quite good. He handed a glass to each of the women and the three of them drifted away from the bar to chat while they waited for Mick to arrive. A short time later, he walked in with an irritated expression on his face and strode over to where they were standing. "What the hell, Jennifer. You knew when I was getting here. Why did you make me come look for you?" he snapped. "We're right here, Mick. The place is tiny. Where did you think we were?" "You weren't where I expected you to be. I told you to meet me by the door." Jenny quietly cast her eyes down and nodded. "I'm sorry. I thought it would be alright," she whispered. The smile was gone from her face, and her bright eyes had turned dull. As always, Jenny went from lively, happy and charming to stressed and morose when Mick showed up. It was as if there were two entirely different Jennys. Tim watched the exchange and bit his tongue. In his mind, he pictured himself grabbing Mick by the shirt collar and tossing him out into the gutter like the trash that he was. Maggie could sense the tension in him. She hooked her arm around his and distracted him. "Now that we're all here, should we ask to be seated at our table?" she asked the group. "At least someone here has sense," Mick replied as he glanced at Jenny with disdain. Tim approached the hostess and informed her that the entire party had arrived. She nodded and led them to a round table for four positioned in the middle of the small room. They each took a seat, with Maggie sitting to the left of Tim and Jenny across from him. Mick sat to his right. Tim would have preferred him to sit in his car. A busboy filled water glasses for them as they waited. Without a word, Mick snatched the glass of wine from Jenny's hand and took a sip. There was an awkward silence as they sat there feeling the tension that Mick had brought to the table. "How is the wedding planning coming along?" Maggie asked. Jenny looked at Mick before speaking. "We've decided to keep it simple. We're just going to have a small group of family and friends come to the church, and have a celebration dinner at a local restaurant. Maybe twenty people in total." "Wow. What changed, Jenny?" asked Maggie. You always wanted a big wedding?" Jenny shrugged with sadness in her eyes and started to speak. Mick cut her off. "This makes more sense. She's the one that wanted to switch careers. With her in school and not earning anything, it would be really stupid to waste money on a big wedding. Frankly, I don't know why anyone would want to be a nurse. Giving up a good job in marketing so she can take blood pressure and wipe someone else's ass for them? I don't get it." "Please, Mick," begged Jenny. "Can we not have this discussion here? Is it so wrong for me to have a job where I think I can make a difference in people's lives?" "You're making a difference in our lives, Jennifer, and it isn't a good one. I'm working to support this ridiculous idea of yours. You're like a freaking child with this stuff." Maggie could see the hurt in Jenny's eyes, causing her to glare at Mick. "It isn't that unusual for people to make a career change," she said. "I'd think you'd want her to be happy with what she did for a living." "Oh, please. She doesn't know what the hell she wants. In a month, she'll change her mind again. You know better than anyone else how fickle she is, Maggie." "I don't know that she's fickle. I think she gives a lot of thought to what she does." "Yeah, right. Like when the two of you decided to play lesbian with each other for a while back in college. What the fuck was that? This woman can't make up her mind." "Okay, okay," Tim jumped in. "How about we change the subject?" "Well, I'm not the one that started it," Mick childishly snapped. "Actually, you did start it," Maggie said with a sneer. All I did was ask about the wedding. "You're the one that lashed out at Jenny." "Why don't you mind your own fucking business?" Mick replied loudly. The other patrons in the restaurant were all watching them now. Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was dabbing tears from the corners or her eyes with her napkin. He'd held his tongue until this point, but he was now out of patience. "How about you keep your voice down, Mick?" he growled. "And if I don't?" "Let me ask you a question. Every time we get together, all you do is shit on Jenny and treat her like garbage. Every time." Tim looked across the table at Jenny, who was on the verge of bawling. "I'm sorry for this Jenn," he said before turning his gaze back to Mick. "Why are you marrying her, Mick? It seems to me as if you despise her. What's the point?" "If she'd fucking listen to me, she'd develop into something worthwhile. Instead, all she does is argue with me." "Oh. So you're remaking her into...what exactly? Like some kind of Stepford wife?" "Yeah. Lot of good it's done. She's fat as shit and gave up her job. It's like she's going in the wrong direction." Tim heard Jenny gasp, and his anger grew tenfold. He wanted more than anything to slap the smug sneer off of Mick's face, but he controlled himself. "Let me ask you again. Why are you engaged to be married to her then?" "You know what? You're right," Mick snarled as he stood up and threw his napkin onto the table. "She's never going to be the wife I need." "What you need, Mick, is a royal ass kicking. If you stay here any longer, that's exactly what you'll get," Tim said as he rose from his seat. "Good riddance." He turned his gaze on Jenny, who had gone steely eyed. "Fuck you. Tomorrow, you come pick your shit up from my house or I'm throwing it in a dumpster. I'm finished with you." With that, he stormed out of the restaurant, which had gone momentarily silent. Suddenly, the other patrons started to applaud his exit. Jenny didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Tim turned to the women. "I...I'm sorry. I tried to keep quiet, but I just couldn't do it." "Don't be sorry," Jenny said with a smile. That was a long time coming. I should have been brave enough to leave him ages ago." "I wish you would have popped him in the mouth," Maggie added. "Hell, I was ready to do it myself." Tim motioned the waiter over and handed him a fifty dollar bill. "I'm sorry. I think it best if we returned on another day." The waiter nodded and thanked him as they rose from the table. "You'll come home with us tonight, Jenn. We'll go over and get your stuff tomorrow." "Jesus. I guess I'm homeless," she replied. "Nonsense. You'll stay with us," Tim said as he put an arm around Jenny and pulled her to him. "As long as you need to." "And I thought I was going to have to coerce you," Maggie chided. "Hell no. The only thing better than living with one beautiful woman is living with two," Tim replied as they left the restaurant. * * * * * Once outside, Maggie snatched the car keys away from Jenny, ordering her into the passenger seat of her Camry. Tim drove home alone and took the long way, allowing the women to have some time without him there. When he arrived, they were lounging on the couches in the den and sipping red wine. "How are we doing in here?" he asked as he entered the room. "We're okay," replied Jenny. "I'm okay. Truthfully, all I feel is relief. Mick did what I should have done a long time ago." "No argument here," Tim said with a nasty grin. "Tim. Don't start," Maggie said as she ran a finger across her neck in a cutting motion. "It's alright, Mag," Jenny answered. "You guys were in a tough situation. Mick was an ass, and you were torn between trying to support me and trying to protect me. I knew it wasn't a great situation, but sometimes...I don't know. Sometimes we just get used to living in our lives. Does that make sense?" "Of course it does," replied Maggie. "Of course, we always felt you could do better." "I know I deserved better. I may have allowed myself to fall into the trap of feeling unattractive and let myself settle." "You sure as hell don't have to settle, Jenny," Tim chimed in. "You are one hell of an incredible woman. Smart. Loving. Sassy. Beautiful. Sexy." Jenny turned to Maggie. "You let him talk to other women like that?" she asked. Maggie shrugged. "When he's right, he's right. You know what I hated the most? When that prick was around, you were never yourself. I hated that so much." "It got to the point where it was just easier to keep quiet than get a verbal lashing for everything I did or said." "So why did you stay?" Tim asked. "You know what? I don't really know. Does me being a fat chick have something to do with it? I guess. You both know how physically active I am. I try to eat right. I just...I just am what I am. It gets really tiring hearing about how pretty I would be if I just lost some weight. A lifetime of that does take its toll." Tim rolled his eyes. "I've got news for you, Jenn. You ARE pretty. No qualifiers. Drop dead gorgeous, actually." Jenny blushed and turned to Maggie. "He's got a silver tongue, this one," she laughed. "Maybe so, but you should listen to him. He's right, you know. The truth is I was always a bit jealous of you." "Of me? You were jealous of me?" "Yup. Damn girl. Those blue eyes, the blonde mane, those full lips of yours, your tits. My God, Jenny. Those tits. Are you kidding me? You are stunning." "You two need to put the wine glasses down. I think you've had enough," Jenny laughed. "Thanks for trying to make me feel better though. I really am okay. I promise." "Good," said Maggie. "Tomorrow we'll all go over and get your stuff. It won't take long for all of us to get you moved out." "Yeah. I'm glad it's almost the end of a semester. If it's okay, I'd like to finish it out before getting a job and getting out of your hair." Tim and Maggie looked at each other and nodded. "You aren't doing anything of the sort," Maggie said forcefully. "You have a year to go to finish up. You'll stay here until you do and can get yourself situated." Jenny looked back and forth between them. "That's too much to ask of the two of you. I can't..." "Yes you can, and you will," Tim jumped in. "We've already had this conversation." "What? When?" "We expected this would eventually happen. Maybe hoped is a better description. Anyway, we've discussed it and decided we'd have you live with us as long as you needed." "Do I get a say in this?" Jenny asked, half joking and half not. "Nope. You don't," Tim said with a smile. "Look. We're not holding you captive. If you had a reasonable alternative, that would be one thing. But you don't. You're not going to say no just because you feel bad about freeloading or getting in the way. You're Maggie's best friend. She loves you. I love you. We can help, and we want to. And Jenny, you know damned well that you'd do the same for Maggie." Jenny nodded and dabbed a tear from the corner of her eye. She got up and gave each of them a hug. "Okay. Thank you. I'll earn my keep. I promise. I'll cook and clean and whatever you need me to do. I'll stay out of the way as much as possible and..." "Hush," Maggie interrupted. We can figure it all out tomorrow. Right now, I need to get some sleep, and so do you." They got up and Maggie led Jenny up the stairs and into the bedroom she'd be using. Tim locked up downstairs and headed up to the master bedroom to get ready for bed. He brushed his teeth and stripped down naked before slipping between the covers. Before Maggie got anywhere near the bedroom, he was lightly snoring in a peaceful slumber. Down the hall, Maggie gave Jenny a long night shirt to sleep in and a spare toothbrush to use. She sat with Jenny for a while, wanting to make sure she really was alright. They were lying side by side on the full sized bed, propped up against pillows piled up against the headboard. Maggie turned to look at her friend. "You told that ass about us back in college?" she asked with a smile. Jenny smiled and blushed. "Yes. The summer of giving up men. I wonder how many great ideas are borne out of a night of drinking." "That was one hell of a summer, Maggie admitted. "I still think about it often." Jenny glanced at her and quietly nodded. "What does Tim think about all of that?" Maggie let out a chuckle. "What any guy would think. It turns him on." "Of course it does," Jenny giggled. The women quieted as they lay there together. There was a sudden tension in the room as unspoken words echoed off the walls. Maggie turned to face Jenny, who was already watching her. She could see the rapid rising and falling of Jenny's chest and the throbbing of the artery in her neck. She was biting her lip and had a hopeful look in her eyes. Maggie smiled and turned her body toward Jenny, leaning over and gently kissing her. Jenny kissed her back, softly at first, allowing her hunger to build slowly. It had been ten years since either of them had kissed a woman, and they fell right back into it. Maggie sat up and pulled off the blouse she had been wearing, and Jenny did the same. With a sexy smile, Maggie undid her bra next, tossing it aside with a flourish. With little doubt as to what was going to happen, the rest of their clothes were hastily removed and thrown to the floor. The women lay together in an embrace and started to kiss again. "This feels so nice," Jenny whispered. "You feel so nice up against me." Maggie smiled and nibbled on Jenny's neck. Jenny cooed in response, sending the signal Maggie needed to start nibbling downward. She quickly reached Jenny's full breasts and nipped at her erect nipples. Jenny gasped with delight as her friend's ministrations brought back old memories along with present joy. Maggie's left hand reached down between Jenny's already parted legs, finding her wet and swollen. Maggie gently stroked the lips from the bottom to the top, stopping just shy of Jenny's clit. Best Friends Jenny moaned and squirmed, anxious for Maggie to stop toying with her. The two continued to kiss as Maggie teased her friend. Finally, when Jenny thought she could take no more, Maggie parted her lips and slipped one, then another, finger inside her. Jenny let out a moan of approval and thrust her hips forward in an attempt to feel those fingers deeper inside her. Maggie started to slowly fuck Jenny with her fingers. The kissing stopped and the women locked eyes as Maggie removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth, tasting her friend. She wet her thumb with saliva and slipped her fingers back inside Jenny, now drawing circles on her clit with the thumb she'd wet as she continued to fuck her with her fingers. Jenny panted and moaned and squirmed as Maggie expertly manipulated her. It had been a long time, but Maggie certainly remembered exactly how to push her buttons, Jenny thought. The tension built quickly, and shortly thereafter Jenny's body tensed up and shook with a powerful orgasm. She growled loudly as she shook and trembled and thrashed about. Maggie smiled as she watched her friend recover. She leaned over and kissed Jenny softly and tenderly. "God. That was nice, Mag," Jenny breathlessly mumbled. "So nice." Maggie bit her lip and smiled. "I'm just getting started. Now I want to really taste you." Jenny gasped and smiled as Maggie kissed her way down her body until she was lying between her legs, her face mere inches away from Jenny's needy pussy. The women once again locked eyes, and Maggie moved her mouth forward, covering Jenny's pussy and tasting her once again. Maggie slipped her tongue inside, causing Jenny to moan and thrust her pelvis up forcefully. Maggie grunted, then removed her tongue and lapped at Jenny, starting at the bottom of her slit and moving up the length of it and over her clit. Jenny squirmed and made soft purring sounds as she watched Maggie work. The more Maggie licked, the needier Jenny became. As if reading Jenny's mind, Maggie again slipped her fingers inside Jenny and covered her clit with her mouth. She fucked Jenny with her fingers and sucked on her clit, flicking her tongue over the bud trapped between her lips. As Jenny approached an orgasm, her cunt began to clamp down on Maggie's fingers, alerting her friend that she was getting close. Maggie relentlessly worked on her friend, intent on bringing her over the edge. Suddenly, Jenny's body tensed up and she thrust up with her hips, biting her fist in an attempt to keep from howling. Maggie didn't stop until Jenny gently pushed her away, her clit far too sensitive for continued attention at that point. Maggie crawled up the bed and the women embraced and kissed for a short while. They held each other wordlessly until they both started to doze. Maggie got up before she fell into a deep slumber, kissed Jenny gently, and headed down the hall into the bedroom she shared with Tim. She climbed into bed, disturbing Tim enough to wake him. He turned toward her and smiled. "Everything okay?" he asked. Maggie leaned over and kissed him. "Yes. I think she'll sleep fine now." Tim grunted softly. "You smell like pussy," he said with a chuckle. Maggie scooted over and straddled Tim as he lay on his back. She could feel him hardening under her body, and she ground into him in response. "There's a good reason for that. We can talk about it in the morning. For now..." She moved onto her knees and positioned herself over Tim's cock. Reaching down, she grabbed him and rubbed the head over her drenched pussy, parting her lips and finding her opening. "For now, I need you to fuck me," she said as she impaled herself on Tim's stiff cock. * * * * * Tim was up first the next morning, brewing a pot of coffee for the three of them to enjoy. He was puttering around the kitchen when Jenny walked in, still wearing the nightshirt Maggie had given her. The shirt was a little short on her, and her panty clad ass showed at the bottom. Tim noticed but pretended not to. He also pretended not to notice the stirring of his cock as he took in the sight of Jenny. "Good morning, Jenn. I take it you slept okay." Jenny looked him in the eyes and blushed. "Jesus. She told you, huh? Are you mad?" "Mad? Only that the two of you didn't wake me to watch." Jenny let out a laugh. "Yeah, well. It wasn't like we planned it." "Does that mean when you do plan it, I get to watch?" Jenny rolled her eyes at him as she poured herself a mug of coffee. "First off, who says there WILL be a next time? Second, I think you'd have to take that up with your wife." "Does that mean you're good with it?" Tim asked with an evil grin. Jenny blushed a deeper shade of red and took a sip of coffee. "You...are a naughty man, Tim. No wonder why Maggie likes you so much," she said with a giggle. As if on cue, Maggie walked into the kitchen and looked back and forth between the two of them. "Good morning. What are you two up to?" "Jenny was just praising my coffee brewing skills," Tim quipped. "Yeah, right. I'm sure that's all you've discussed," she said as she winked at Jenny. Jenny smiled and shrugged. "I'm a little nervous about going to get my stuff today. I don't want any trouble." "I'll behave myself. I promise," Tim said. "We'll be in and out in no time." "Mick can be a bit of an ass," you know. "Well, he was the one that threw you out, right? What do you have there besides clothes?" "Not much really. He can have all of the household shit. I don't want any of it." "This should be easy then. I'll whip up some eggs, and we'll go right over." Jenny nodded with a sad smile. "Okay. I'll make the eggs though. It's time to start earning my keep. If I'm living here, I don't get to behave like a guest." Tim held up his hands and backed away from the stove. "Fair enough. I'll go up and shower while you cook." * * * * * An hour later, they were in the car and headed over to Mick's house. When they arrived, Mick let them in with an irritated look on his face. "Get this over with quickly. I'm in a hurry," he said with a sneer. "Where's my stuff?" Jenny asked. "In the closet," Mick snapped. "I wasn't going to pack shit for you. Go on upstairs and get it yourself," he said with a nasty grin. The three of them went up the stairs and opened the door to the bedroom. Jenny went in first and let out a yell when she saw a young redheaded woman lying naked on the bed, half tangled in the sheets. The woman shot up and pulled the sheets around her. "What the fuck! Who the hell are you?" she screamed. Jenny paused, seemingly in shock. Maggie stepped around her and walked to the closet. "No one you need to be concerned with. We're just getting some stuff out of the closet here." "I don't understand," the redhead said. "Oh. Mr. Charming didn't tell you he'd broken up with his fiancé last night? He wasted no time moving on, did he?" The woman nodded her head no, suddenly feeling quite used and stupid. "Could you step out for a moment? I'd like to put my clothes on." The three of them stepped out into the hallway and closed the door. Jenny was trying to inconspicuously wipe the tears from her eyes. Maggie put an arm around her to comfort her. Tim took deep breaths and contained himself. At that point, it would have taken little for him to go downstairs and slap the shit out of Mick. A few moments later, the redhead exited the bedroom and walked down the stairs. "I'm sorry," was all she said as she went past them. Once downstairs, she screamed at Mick on the way out the door. "You're a fucking asshole, Mick." "Thank you. Have a nice day," he called after her. Jenny shook her head and rolled her eyes before walking back into the bedroom. Within a half hour, they'd removed everything that belonged to her and were headed back to Maggie and Tim's house. * * * * * Jenny was quiet on the car ride back to the house. She sat in the back seat and looked out the window, watching but not really seeing anything. They pulled into the driveway and exited the car. Maggie put an arm around her and guided her inside the house. They all settled in the living room. Maggie glanced at the clock and saw that it was still late morning. Too early to break out the wine, she thought. "Would anyone like some coffee or iced tea?" she asked. "Iced tea would be great," Tim replied. "Jenn?" Jenny shrugged and nodded. "Sure. Why not?" she said with a sigh. Tim was about to offer to get the tea, but Maggie turned and left the room before he'd had the opportunity. Unsure what to do, he sat down next to Jenny on the couch and put a hand gently on her back. "I can't believe I meant that little to him," she said with a small sob. Tim thought it best not to mention that she'd had an interlude of her own the previous evening. "You know, Jenn. No one means anything to someone like him, except himself. He's a self-centered prick. You know that." "I do, but really? He picks up the first bimbo he can find?" "He knew we'd be over there this morning. Do you really think he didn't think this through? He wanted to shock and hurt you, and he tossed that poor girl under the bus in the process. I know it sucks to hear, but you are so much better to have gotten out now than to be stuck with someone like that for even a day longer." Maggie carried the glasses into the living room, handing one to each of them. Jenny took a sip before placing the glass on a coaster sitting on the coffee table. "You're right. I know you're right, and like I said, I'm actually relieved. I'm just mad and upset with myself. How did I think so little of myself to become involved with such an asshole?" "I don't know Jenny," Tim said. "Ask her," he said as he pointed to Maggie. "Look what she got herself stuck with." "Good point," Maggie responded with a wicked grin. "I'm being serious. I need to do a bit of soul searching. That woman is not who I am." "We both agree with that," Maggie replied. "That isn't the Jenny I know. You have a fresh start now." Jenny smiled and took a sip of her tea. "You guys are the best." She paused for a few moments before speaking again. "I really appreciate you taking me in like this. Are you sure you want to do this? I feel like I'll always be in the way. Like today. It's Saturday, and instead of doing something fun, you're sitting around with me." "Please don't be silly, Jenn," Maggie said. "We have busy lives, and so do you. We'll do stuff together, we'll do stuff apart. You're worrying entirely too much about this." "I swear. I'll cook and clean and shop and whatever. Whatever you need me to do. Okay?" "Just do what feels right to you, Jenn. You're a friend, not the hired help." Jenny nodded and smiled. "I really love you guys, you know that?" "We love you too," Maggie responded. Tim stood and stretched. "By the way, did Maggie mention naked Sundays to you? Everyone in the house needs to be naked on Sundays." "Oh really? She seems to have left that part out," Jenny said with a roll of her eyes. "Get used to it Jenn," Maggie chimed in. "Shit like that is pretty much non-stop with this one." Tim let out an exaggerated fake sigh. "I'm going to head over to the gym for a while. If I want abuse, I might as well make it worthwhile." Tim headed out the door and left the women sitting in silence. After a minute, Jenny looked over at Maggie. "Should we talk about last night?" Maggie shrugged. "I felt like maybe you needed a little something. Not that I didn't enjoy myself," she said with a grin. "Mag...I don't want to mess things up with you two. I...I don't expect to become a part of your sex life. I mean...I loved it and all. I just don't expect..." "Don't worry, Jenny. Things will be whatever they'll be. Maybe it will happen again, maybe it won't. We had a moment. I'm not sorry, and I'm not going to worry about it." "Okay. I just thought I should say something." "And you did. Now. What would you like to do? Shopping? Movie? Just veg out?" "I think maybe I'd just like to go back upstairs and take a nap. I may need a few days to get back on my feet again." "Oh, of course, Jenny. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to push you, and I'm certainly not trying to minimize what you're feeling. Go on upstairs. I've got some work stuff to do anyway." Jenny got up and gave Maggie a hug, then left the room. Maggie sat and finished her tea before she headed into the study to boot up her computer and go through her email. * * * * * Over the next several weeks, the three of them developed a routine. Life often flows in patterns, and the addition of Jenny to the household changed things around a bit. Neither Maggie nor Tim minded the changes. They appreciated Jenny's company, and the relationships between them deepened. There had not been a repeat performance of the activities of the first night. As the days went by, Jenny realized that she didn't miss Mick in the least. What she did miss, though, was the sex. Those feelings were exacerbated by the frequent sounds of the lovemaking taking place between Maggie and Tim down the hall from her bedroom. Even with the doors closed, the sounds found their way to her perceptive ears. Many evenings, Jenny would lie alone in bed and masturbate as she listened to her friends fucking. She'd never realized how vocal Maggie was, and she tried to imagine what Tim was doing to elicit such sounds from her friend. The weeks stretched to months, and Jenny had developed a series of fantasies around what was going on in that room. Over time, she had spun herself into those fantasies. She never discussed them with Maggie and Tim. She was serious that she didn't want to interfere with their marriage. Raising the topic was out of the question in her mind. On a Saturday morning about six months after Jenny moved in, the women left to drop Jenny's car at the garage for service. When they arrived back at the house, Tim had left on his normal visit to the gym. Jenny went upstairs to study, and Maggie left the house to do some shopping. At some point, Jenny had dozed off into a deep slumber. When she awoke, she got up and went downstairs for something to drink. She thought she was alone, but as she walked by the study door she'd nearly shrieked. Tim was in there, sitting in front of the computer. His shorts were pulled off, and he had some sort of text up on the screen. She was only vaguely aware of that, as her eyes focused elsewhere. Tim was fully erect and was slowly stroking his stiff cock as he read what was on the screen. Jenny stood there and silently watched as Tim gradually picked up the pace. She knew she should leave but couldn't bring herself to do it. Finally, Tim groaned and the first stream of semen erupted from his cock and up toward the keyboard and screen. Several more jets shot out before Jenny quietly moved away from the door and crept back up the stairs. She waited about fifteen minutes before she noisily made her way back downstairs and into the kitchen. Tim was startled by her presence, and wondered when she'd gotten home. "I thought you were at the car place," he said. "I was, but Maggie dropped me back here. I was studying and fell asleep." Tim nodded. "You're as quiet as a mouse," he said with a smile. Jenny could feel herself blush, so she turned away toward the fridge. "Would you like something to drink," Tim?" "No, I'm good. I'm going to go up and take a shower," he said as he rose from the table. Jenny nodded and poured herself a glass of iced water. She was trembling and needy and wondered like hell about what Tim's cock would feel like inside her. She shook her head no. She needed to stop. If she couldn't control herself, she was going to have to find a new place to live. Later that evening, Tim had gone to a hockey game with a couple of his friends. Maggie and Jenny had a light dinner and were sitting around sipping wine. Jenny was feeling no pain, and Maggie wasn't far behind her. "So is there anything happening on the man front?" Maggie asked. Jenny gave a little shrug. "Nothing. Not that I've been looking all that much. I've been busy as hell with school." "A girl needs some recreation too, Jenn. I can't go very long without a little loving myself." "I know," Jenny blurted out. She blushed bright red. "I'm sorry. I think the wine let my mouth get out ahead of my brain." Maggie let out a laugh. "Too late now. What do you mean, you know?" Jenny sighed deeply. "Never mind. Really." "No, no, no. You are NOT going to do that. Tell me. How do you know?" "Well," Jenny said slowly. "You aren't exactly the quietest couple of people when you have sex." Maggie put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "I'm sorry, Jenn. We try, you know. It's just not a really big house." "You have no reason to be sorry. I'm the guest here. I don't want you changing your life on account of me." Maggie nodded and smiled. "Can I ask you something?" Jenny paused for a moment. "Uh oh. Okay. Go ahead." "Tim told me that he...well...he was taking care of himself this morning, and had a feeling that maybe you'd stumbled into the middle of that somehow." Jenny went bright red with embarrassment. "Shit. I...I didn't mean to. I was walking by, and he had the door open and...and...fuck. I may have stood there for a minute or so." Maggie let out a huge grin. "Well? Did you like what you saw?" "I can't do this, Maggie. I'm not going to do this." "Come on, Jenny. Did you like it?" "Maggie!" "Jenny. It's okay. I want to know." Jenny frowned and sagged in her seat. "I can't stop thinking about it, okay? It was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen." "He's got a nice cock, doesn't he?" Maggie asked. "Maggie! You're crazy!" The women sat quietly for a few minutes. Jenny finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Maggie. I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have stood there. I shouldn't have. I can leave if you want me to." Maggie sat in silence, looking at her friend. "Please, Maggie. Say something. Please." "I'm thinking, Jenn." Jenny appeared ready to burst into tears just as Maggie was prepared to speak. "How would you like to have sex with my husband?" Maggie asked. Jenny looked as if Maggie had smacked her across the face. "Wh...what?" "You heard me. How would you like to have sex with Tim?" "I...I...Come on Maggie. I'm not his type. Why would he even think about having sex with me?" "That's where you're wrong, Jenny. He lusts after you. Big time. And you didn't answer my question." "Thanks for that vote of confidence, Mag. But really. I'm not exactly supermodel material." "All I can tell you is that he thinks you're crazy hot. Seriously." Jenny looked at her friend with an expression of disbelief. "He told you this?" Maggie sighed. "The other night, we were lying in bed and I was stroking his cock. I kind of broached the subject of the two of you having sex." "You what?" "That's right. I've been thinking about it. I've also been thinking about the three of us together, but that's a different discussion." "Jesus, Maggie. If you fuck up your marriage because of me..." "Hush. Anyway, once Tim realized I was serious, he got quite excited. Ridiculously excited. So excited, he went off like an eighteen year old in a whorehouse." "I don't know what to say. I mean...Maggie...you're so beautiful and sexy. You could be a model. I...I'm fat." "You're a beautiful woman, Jenny. I don't know why you can't see that, but I can and so does Tim. I'm serious. He has always thought so. He always teases me that if I dump him, he is making a play for you." "Jesus. I'm a kind of in shock here. And I'm scared." "So? What's it going to be?" "Oh my God. You really are serious, aren't you? Are you really sure?" Best Friends "Hell yes. I'm sure. We're sure. It will be hot watching my husband in action." Jenny took a big gulp of her wine and nodded. "Okay. I'd fucking love to." Maggie smiled and clapped her hands. "Okay. First time...just the two of you. I don't want to get in the way." "Get in the way? He's your husband, Maggie." "Yes. I don't want you worried or distracted. I just want you to enjoy yourself." "Ummm...so when do we do this?" Jenny asked, suddenly quite anxious to get started. She needed fucking more than she'd realized. "He'll be back from the game around ten tonight, Jenny." "Tonight? Maggie? Tonight?" Jenny was both scared and excited by the prospect. "Yup. Let's go upstairs and pick out something hot for you to wear." * * * * * Tim pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He was in a good mood after watching his team skate to a lopsided victory over their division rivals. Once out of the car, he went over to the side of the house, grabbed the garbage can, and carried it to the curb. He walked back up the driveway and over to the front door. The door opened when he reached for the knob, and Maggie was standing before him with a huge grin on her face. "You look happy," he said to her. "Did you win the lottery or something?" "Me? Not me. But you did," she said with a laugh. Tim gave her a look of mock disbelief. "So...what's going on?" Maggie took him by the hand and led him into the den. "Remember our discussion about Jenny the other night?" "Discussion?" Maggie rolled her eyes at him. "Yes. The discussion? The one where we talked about the two of you having sex?" "Oh. THAT discussion. I have a vague recollection of that now." "Right. Vague recollection. Jenny and I talked about it this evening." "You did?" asked Tim with interest. "How did that go?" "There is a very nervous, very excited, very scantily clad woman sitting up in her bedroom right now. Waiting for you, Tim." Maggie watched as the look on Tim's face changed from amusement to lust in an instant. He stood there wordlessly for almost a minute as he gathered his thoughts. He reached out and took Maggie's hand in his. "Maggie...are you really sure about this? It...it kind of changes everything." "We've talked it all out already, Tim. Not all changes are bad. Some are very, very good. This one will be the good kind." "Wow. I wasn't expecting this tonight." "No time like the present, Tim. Come on now. She must know you're home. Don't keep her waiting. It's mean, and she'll be thinking you don't want to do this." Tim took in a huge breath. "Okay, Mag. Let's go." Maggie took a step back from Tim. "Not me. You. I'm staying down here. I'll head up to our bedroom later." "You aren't joining us?" "No. This time I want just the two of you together. I think your focus should be on each other. I'll just be a distraction." "But..." "Trust me. I know how Jenny thinks. Please. Go have fun. I'll...I'll think about what you're up to and take care of things down here. I brought a toy or two down to entertain me. You stay in there with her tonight. We can all talk in the morning." Tim shrugged and leaned over, kissing Maggie deeply. "I love you, Maggie." "I love you too, Tim. Now...go fuck my best friend's brains out," she said with a hearty laugh. Tim left the room and headed for the stairs. Once on the top landing, he turned to the right and walked down the hall to Jenny's room. He knocked lightly on the door before reaching down and turning the knob, pushing the door inward. Jenny was lying on the bed holding a book in her hand. She was wearing a satin black corset like bustier which prominently displayed her incredible cleavage. The bottom of the bustier hugged her hips and met her black panties. On her legs she wore dark black stay up stockings with little black satin bows at the top. Tim locked eyes with Jenny as she lay there. The women had obviously spent a lot of time getting her ready. Her blue eyes stood out like beacons, the makeup around her eyes accentuating them dramatically. Jenny had a little smile on her face as she lay there watching Tim taking her in. She let out a nervous laugh. "I feel so silly, Tim. It's like prom night." "I think this will be a little different than your prom," Tim replied with an wicked grin. "You couldn't be more beautiful," Jenn. "You're stunning." Jenny waved him off. "Oh, Tim. Maggie told me you're a sweet talker. I...Thank you. That's very kind of you to say." Tim walked over and sat on the edge of the bed. He reached his hand out and turned Jenny's face up toward his, again locking eyes with her. "It isn't just something I'm saying, Jenn. I mean it. You are absolutely drop dead gorgeous." Jenn tried to look away, but Tim didn't allow it. She felt both a little shock and a little panic, because she could see in his eyes the truth in his words. She didn't know how to handle that, because she had never before experienced it. Tim leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. He felt her body tense up as he kissed her. "It's okay, Jenn. Relax. Forget I'm Maggie's husband. Tonight, I'm just a man. it's just you and I. No one else." He leaned forward and kissed her again, parting her lips with his tongue this time. Something flipped inside Jenny and she let out a small moan and let him kiss her more deeply. Another moan and she was responding, kissing him back. Her heart was pounding and she could hear the rush ringing in her ears. Tim took his time, giving them a chance to become acquainted in a new way and allowing the excitement to build between them. Little by little, Tim's hands began to roam around Jenny's body. She reciprocated, touching his chest, his shoulders, his back. He felt wonderful under her fingers. She wanted more. She pulled away from him for a moment and looked into his lust filled eyes. "Can we turn off the light and get undressed?" she shyly asked. "We can get undressed, but we're leaving the lights on, Jenny. You look far too beautiful for me to waste on the dark." Jenny's face fell into a small frown. She looked nice now, she thought. Her body was half hidden. Once naked, all of the things she wanted to hide would be visible. "It's just...I...I don't look like Maggie does without clothes on, Tim. I'm a little self-conscious is all." "Please just trust me, Jenny. I've dreamed of seeing you like this for a long time. You can't deny me now." "You've what? Oh please, Tim," Jenny giggled. "Don't laugh. I was enthralled by you since the first time I'd ever met you. I think you are pretty much the most beautiful woman I've ever known." Jenny was watching his face as he spoke. "Jesus, Tim. Either you're the world's best liar...or...you really mean what you're saying." "Trust me. I mean every word, Jenny." She looked up into his eyes and took a deep breath, then nodded. "Okay. Okay. I'll pretend that I believe you, but only because I need to get laid," she said with a smirk. "Good," replied Tim as he stood. "You're already half naked. I'll get undressed so you don't feel like you're the only one, then I'll get the rest of your clothes off one piece at a time." Jenny pushed a moment of panic caused by that thought right out of her mind. As she watched Tim slowly disrobe, her mind shifted to other thoughts on its own. When he freed his stiff cock from his briefs, her mind became focused on only one thing...she needed that cock inside her. Jenny sat up on the bed and reached for Tim's already throbbing cock. She had a mental plan without so much as thinking about it. She'd suck him for a short while, then get on her hands and knees and ask him to fuck her. It was pretty much what she'd always done when she had sex. No man had cared much about her pleasure, and some were downright cruel to her. She'd become accustomed to Mick making nasty comments about her body. She responded by learning to get him off as quickly as possible so she could cover herself up and avoid further abuse. While she didn't expect Tim to behave in such a manner, it still remained in the back of her mind. She slowly stroked his cock, bending forward so her face was only inches away from it. She loved the way it looked, and marveled at how wonderful it felt in her hand. The head was glistening with pre-cum, and Jenny wanted...no...needed to taste it. She leaned forward and touched her tongue to him, swirling it around the head and taking in the slick fluid. She pulled back briefly and let out a small moan. Just as she was about to take him into her mouth, Tim put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her away. She looked up at him with alarm, and she felt her stomach drop. He doesn't want me, she thought to herself. "Wha...what's wrong, Tim?" "There isn't a thing wrong at all, Jenny. We'll get to this part in due time. Right now, I want to spend some time getting to know your body." Jenny looked up at him, half in shock and half in fear. She realized this was going to be a very different experience than she was accustomed to, and she wasn't sure if she could handle it. Tim moved back onto the bed and gently shoved her onto her back. He lay beside her and turned her face toward his, kissing her deeply. The kissing she liked, and it relaxed her. They necked like that for quite some time, like teenagers in the back of a car at the drive-in. Tim finally started to kiss his way down Jenny's face to her neck. She turned her head aside, baring her neck to him as he nipped and nibbled, kissed and licked her. Her tummy did little flip flops from the attention she was receiving. Moments later, Tim was nibbling his way further down. Jenny moaned and gasped as his fingers toyed with the hooks on the front of the bustier. He undid enough of the hooks to unleash her tits. They were huge; very full and plump. Ripe, Tim would have said if his mouth hadn't been covering one of her large, tan colored nipples. The bud was like a hard pebble. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked at it with his tongue. Jenny was squirming on the bed with pleasure, and she gasped when he bit that pebble just hard enough to hurt. As he toyed with her, Tim continued to undo more of the hooks on the bustier until they were all undone. He abandoned her breasts and slowly kissed his way down her tummy. Jenny tried to cover herself but he pushed her hands away. Instead, the blushing woman covered her eyes, as if not seeing him kissing her chubby tummy would ensure that it wasn't happening. "God, you are one hell of a sexy woman, Jenn." She looked down at him with an incredulous look. "You're nuts, Tim." He smiled and kissed her belly some more. She watched him, feeling less frantic with each kiss he placed on her soft, yielding flesh. She was filled with an array of conflicting emotions as she lay there. The look on Tim's face was one of pure lust and desire. No man had ever looked at her body the way he was now, and it nearly made her brain short circuit. When he reached the waist band of her panties, she decided she'd stop fussing and just go with it. Her pussy was throbbing, soaked, and in desperate need of attention. Tim got to his knees and grabbed the top of each side of her panties. She thrust her hips up off the bed so he could slide them down off of her. Once clear, she put her ass back on the bed and raised her legs up. Tim slid the panties up her legs and off. He knelt before her and brought them to his nose as she watched. He took in a deep breath, smelling her scent. "You smell incredible, Jenn," he said with a nasty grin. "Now I want to see how you taste." He gently pushed her thighs apart and sat back on his haunches for a moment, taking her in. Reaching the fingers of his right hand out, he brushed them against the neatly trimmed blonde hair on her pussy, causing her to jump in response. "Fuck. That is one beautiful pussy, Jenn. There's nothing like a natural blonde. Nothing." "Oh, Jesus, Tim. You're not going to be content unless you kill me, are you?" Tim bent over and kissed the inside of Jenny's right thigh. She gasped and squirmed, and mewled when he bit her. She tried to twist her body enough to get his mouth on her cunt, but he held her at bay. He nipped and kissed her thighs some more before nuzzling her pussy with his nose. Jenny could no longer keep still nor keep quiet. Tim was intentionally teasing her. She was nearly frantic with need. Finally, she said the words that he'd been waiting for. "Please, Tim. Please. No more teasing. I need some relief. Please," she begged. Tim smiled for a moment, then covered her drenched cunt with his mouth. She tasted tangy and sweet as he delved into the soft folds of her pussy with his tongue. Jenny put a hand onto the back of his head and grabbed him by the hair as she thrust her hips up into him. She no longer had control of her body; it was in charge, and she was just along for the ride. Tim moved his tongue up to her clit and started to lap at it rhythmically. Jenny was in such an aroused state that her first orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. A feral cry emanated from her as she shook and squirmed with the pleasure of release. Tim had made her come in a matter of a few short minutes, and that knowledge nearly made her come a second time. He gently kissed her pussy as she slowly calmed down. Reluctantly, Tim moved up on the bed and lay half on top of her, face to face. Jenny kissed him deeply, tasting herself on his lips and tongue. "Oh, Tim. That...that was fucking incredible. No wonder I hear Maggie screaming every night," she said with a laugh. "We're just getting started, Jenn. I'm just getting warmed up." Jenny could feel Tim's stiff cock pressed up against her leg. She wanted him inside her, but Tim continued to frustrate her by lying there and petting her body. She could feel his desire for her in his fingertips, and it made her hungrier for his fucking. "I love the feel of you against me, Jenn. You feel incredible. You look incredible...better than I had ever imagined." "I'm fairly certain," Jenny said with a smile, "that you'll be getting laid even without the sweet talk, Tim. More than certain." Tim shifted his body on top of Jenny and started to kiss her again. She loved the feeling of his weight on top of her. He felt heavy and solid and manly, and she felt very female in comparison. She ran her hands all over him as they kissed and nibbled at each other. The need she felt was nearly unbearable, causing her to writhe and squirm beneath him. Jenn broke her mouth free from Tim's for a moment. "Tim...please. I really need you to fuck me. Really. You're killing me here." Tim gave her a satisfied smile. "I was waiting for you to ask, Jenny. Should I wait until you beg?" "I'm already begging, you bastard. Please. Fuck me already." Tim moved onto his knees between her legs. He reached over her and grabbed two pillows, positioning them under her ass and tilting her pelvis up so that her pussy was completely exposed to him. She lay there watching as he grabbed his stiff cock and rubbed it up and down over her swollen cunt. Jenny moaned with need and pleasure as he teased her. "Mmmm. I can feel the heat of your cock on me, Tim. God...you're driving me crazy." Tim smiled and maneuvered his cock to the entrance of her opening. He locked eyes with Jenny as he slowly moved forward, filling her one inch at a time. Jenny moaned and gasped as she felt herself fill up with his stiff rod. Tim waited a few moments once he was fully inside her, letting her adjust to him. He looked down at her full, lush body, and beautiful face. "I feel like I've died and gone to heaven, Jenn. I've never in my life seen a more beautiful sight than you lying here beneath me." Jenny licked her lips and grunted. She didn't want to talk. She wanted...needed...to fuck. Tim leaned back on top of her, and slowly started to move back and forth within her. He resumed kissing Jenny as he thrust into her. Jenny thrust back hard, wanting to feel Tim inside her as deeply as she could. She was beyond the point of thought. Nature took over, and Jenny's body was running on wild instinct. Her cunt was clenching Tim's cock tightly, attempting to milk him and give her body what it craved. Tim was beyond excited and wanted to slow down. His plan was to take his time and give Jenny a good, long fucking. His cock, however, was being uncooperative. He was getting very close to exploding. He stopped moving and pulled his mouth away from Jenny. "I'm too close. Stop for a minute, Jenn." "Fuck that," Jenny growled as she continued to thrust against him. "We have all night. Give it to me, Tim." He grinned and slammed into her, picking up the pace. Moments later, Jenny could hear the change in his breathing just before he grunted and gave a long, deep thrust inside her. He came in spasms as Jenny clawed at his back and ass. She was meowing like a cat in heat, still bucking up against him, wanting to make sure she'd taken every drop he had to give. Jenny clung to Tim as he lay panting on top of her. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts and feelings as the cock of her best friend's husband slowly subsided within her. Tim grunted and moved, lying beside her and gently stroking her body with his hand. He propped his head up with one arm as he gazed down into her eyes touched her. Jenny bit her lip and smiled at him. "I'm sorry, Jenn. I know that was quick, but...you're so sexy and beautiful...I just couldn't control myself." Jenny felt herself blush with his words. "Are you kidding me, Tim? I have never in my life felt like I was good enough for a man in any way. Do you have any idea what those words mean to me? How they make me feel?" "I'm telling you the truth, Jenny. You are...fuck. You're stunning." "I believe you feel that way, Tim. That's why the words mean so much to me." Tim reached down and kissed Jenny deeply. His hand moved down her body and found her pussy, causing her to moan into his mouth. He could feel his cum oozing out of her as he gently ran his fingers up and down her lips. "I guess it's a little late to ask if you're on the pill or anything, huh?" Jenny giggled heartily. "You think? Yes, Tim. I'm still on the pill. Wishful thinking, I guess." Tim nodded. He wet his fingers with the fluids oozing out of her cunt and brought them up to her clit. Jenny bit her lip and stared into his eyes as he drew circles on and around her button. She reached around his head and pulled him down into a kiss, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it. She moved her hips as his fingers worked on her. It didn't take long before she bucked and moaned as she was overcome by an orgasm. Tim didn't stop until she pushed his hand away, too sensitive for him to continue. Once she had taken a few moments to recover, Jenny sat up in bed next to him. She looked down at his naked body, taking every inch of him in. "Maggie is one lucky woman," she throatily whispered. "Lay back and enjoy, Tim. My turn to play." Jenny moved down on the bed and lay next to Tim with her head on his abdomen. She grabbed his cock and slowly fondled and stroked it, smiling as it rapidly grew in her hand. Once it was fully erect, she reached her tongue out and flicked it over the thick head. She gently squeezed the glans, smiling as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of him. She leaned over and swirled her tongue over him, moaning over the taste of him. Jenny looked up at him with lust in her eyes, then focused her attention back onto his cock. She covered the head with her mouth and moved up and down on him, her hand below stroking him in a corkscrew motion. She felt Tim pull her hair aside so he could watch her, and she shifted a little to give him a better view. Tim watched the beautiful Jenny feed on his cock. He decided she was even more beautiful with lust written all over her face. Lust is what Jenny felt as she took her time pleasing Tim. Never before had she wanted to give pleasure to a man the way she wanted to right now. Jenny controlled the pace, wanting to prolong Tim's pleasure for as long as she could. When her jaw and tongue tired, she pulled back and continued to slowly stroke him. She could sense his need to come growing. She smiled up at him and looked him in the eyes. Best Friends "Are you ready, baby? Are you ready to give Jenny what she needs?" she asked with a throaty growl. Her own words shocked her and made her blush, but she didn't care. Tim nodded and grunted at her. She took him fully into her mouth and moved her head up and down, taking long, deep strokes, his cock hitting the back of her throat each time. Jenny picked up the pace and listened to the sounds Tim made as she worked on him. His cock seemed to momentarily swell in her mouth, and a moment later Tim thrust his hips upward and grunted as his orgasm hit. Jenny continued to suck his cock as spurt after spurt filled her mouth. He tasted wonderful, she thought, but she didn't hold his cum in her mouth for long. She greedily swallowed each drop as if it were lifesaving fluid. Jenny didn't stop until she had taken everything Tim had to give. Once she let go of his cock, she crawled up the bed and curled up next to him. She reached over and bit his earlobe. "Fuck, did I enjoy that. That's one hell of a cock you have there, Tim. If I was Maggie, I'd be raving about it constantly." "Jesus," laughed Tim. "I think it's been too long since you've had sex, Jenn. You're delusional." "It has been too long, but I'm not at all delusional. You're...you're perfect Tim. Thank you." "It was my pleasure, Jenny. I assure you," Tim said with a chuckle. The pair spent another hour kissing, fondling and fucking before they finally passed out in a tangle of arms and legs. When Tim awoke in the morning, Jenny was lying next to him with a smile on her face. "Hi, sleepy. I think I wore you out." Tim smiled and winked. "Me? That isn't possible. I'm like the iron man of sex." "Is that so?" asked Jenny and she got onto her hands and knees. "Do you think maybe you can fuck me once more before breakfast?" Tim got up and smacked her ass gently as he moved in behind her. "I was hoping like hell you'd be thinking this way," he exclaimed as he rubbed his already stiff cock on her slit. A moment later he was inside her. He gave her a good, long, hard fucking, and they collapsed in a heap on the bed after he'd come deep inside her again. "I love the feeling of your body on top of mine," Jenny purred. "It feels pretty damned good from up here too," Tim replied as he nuzzled her ear. Jenny looked over her shoulder at him and took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh. "I could lay around naked with you all day Tim, but I think maybe it's time for you to go say good morning to your wife." Tim gave her a soft kiss and rolled off of her, looking down and taking her in before standing and moving toward the door. Jenny watched his ass as he walked. "Tim?" she called out. Tim turned toward her, taking her in once more before leaving the room. He gave her a questioning look. "Thank you. Thank you for everything." "Thank YOU, Jenny," he said with a wink as he looked over her body again. "That was one hell of a night." Jenny blushed, wanting to cover herself with the sheet, suddenly self-aware of her nudity. Tim left the room before she could move. She fluffed up the pillows and settled onto her back, moaning and stretching. She felt alive. Tim could smell the aroma of bacon as he walked down the hall to the master bedroom. He pulled on some underwear, a pair of sweatpants, and a t-shirt before going into the bathroom to brush his teeth. A few minutes later, he walked downstairs and found Maggie in the kitchen, sitting at the table sipping on a mug of coffee. He came up behind her and leaned over, wrapping her in his arms and kissing the side of her neck. "Mmmm. Hi, lover boy. I take it everything went well?" Tim nodded. "I'd say so. How are you, honey? Were you okay?" "I'm just fine...really. Honestly, it was quite a turn on knowing you were up there fucking Jenny. I...I lost count of how many times I came. I'm still fucking horny to tell you the truth." "Is that so?" Tim asked. "Perhaps we should head upstairs?" "Jesus, Tim. Didn't you get laid already this morning?" "You heard us?" "I didn't have to. I know you. As for Jenny...after spending a night with you...if you did what you usually do, I figured she'd be looking for a wakeup call." Tim smiled. "Yeah. Well...I'm game if you are." "Later, honey. Have some breakfast and go to the gym. I want to talk to Jenny for a while." "Sure, love. You want some eggs?" "No thanks. I already ate. I'm going to go up and take a quick shower," she said as she got up from the table and left the room. Tim whipped up his breakfast and ate quickly, downing a few cups of coffee as he ate. He went upstairs, kissed Maggie goodbye, and headed out the door for the gym. Maggie was back downstairs when Jenny finally came down into the kitchen. Maggie was standing by the counter reading some junk mail when Jenny walked in and came over to her. Maggie tossed the paper onto the counter and the women embraced, holding each other tightly. "Thank you so, so much Maggie. I didn't realize how much I needed that." Jenny stood back and looked at her friend. "So? How did it go?" "Oh my God, Maggie. That man of yours is a gem. I don't have to tell you how good it was. You already know." "He can fuck. I'll give him that." "It was so much more than that. It...it was how he made me feel. Made me feel about myself. You'd think I was the most beautiful woman in the world, Maggie. No man has ever made me feel like he did." "Jenny...you ARE beautiful. I wish you could see it." "You two are starting to convince me. Whew. My body is still racing." Maggie smiled and hugged her friend again. "I'm so happy you had a good night." "How about you," Jenny asked. "How were you down here? I was worried about you." "I played around and puttered. I was good, Jenny. I promise." "Good. I...I don't want anything to come between us. I mean...your husband is a wonderful man. I see how you fell in love with him," she blurted out without thinking. Jenny blushed as her words hung in the air. Maggie smiled and touched a hand to Jenny's cheek. "It's okay, honey. He loves you a little too. He always has." Jenny shrugged and gave an embarrassed smile. "I don't know how I can ever thank you, Maggie. That you let Tim do this for me...I..." "I have an idea how you can try," Maggie said as she took Jenny by the hand. "Let's go upstairs and you can show me some of what he did to you. Unless you're too sore for that." "I'm sore, Maggie. But not that sore." * * * * * Late that evening, Maggie was curled up on Tim's chest after an hour plus of lovemaking. She turned her head up to look at him. "You have quite a fan in Jenny, Tim." "Oh? What did she say?" "She's walking around like a starry eyed teenager. I think she's in love." Tim chuckled. "Well, what can I say," he quipped as he puffed up his chest. "Oh, please. The poor girl hadn't been laid in six months. Don't go getting all full of yourself, there buster." Tim made a face and stuck his tongue out at her. "I'm surprised you can still do that after the day you've had," Maggie joked. She reached her hand up and turned Tim's face toward hers. "Honey...Jenny and I had a little time to ourselves today too." Tim grinned. "I kind of figured that." "Well...I was thinking...what if we...you know...what if we become a threesome." Tim looked down at her. "What do you mean...become a threesome?" "She isn't attached. She's living with us, and we all adore each other. It would be kind of a shame to not take advantage of that, don't you think?" "Are you sure you know what you're doing, Mag?" Maggie shrugged. "Does anyone ever really know what the hell they're doing? I'd like to give it a try if you're game." "Did you ask Jenny about it?" "No. I'd never do that without speaking to you first. But truthfully? I don't think we'd have to ask her twice." Maggie reached down to give Tim's cock a squeeze, finding him rock hard. She smiled and let out a little laugh. "I bet I can figure out your answer, honey." "Let's do it, Maggie. I'll do it. Just for you, baby." "Yeah right. Just for me," Maggie mumbled as she kissed her way down his abdomen to his cock. She took him into her mouth, and despite the day that he'd already had, it didn't take Tim long to come one last time. * * * * * They were all looking at a busy week ahead. Maggie and Tim decided they would broach the subject with Jenny when Friday evening rolled around. Tim thought things might be a little awkward between Jenny and him, but he was wrong. Their daily routines remained the same as they'd been for the previous several months. Of course, that didn't mean that all three of them weren't thinking about the events of the prior weekend. Maggie and Tim fucked like bunnies all week, and Jenny nearly wore out her vibrator as she relived Saturday evening in her mind each night. Tim stopped at the butcher on his way home Friday, picking up some marinated porterhouse steaks. On a whim, he popped into the fish market next to the butcher and purchased some jumbo shrimp. He was planning on grilling a nice dinner and relaxing with some wine and a pair of beautiful women. At least, he hoped he'd be doing that. When he arrived home, Jenny was in the kitchen fussing with some potatoes. She looked up at him and smiled. "Hi Tim. Did you get the steak?" "I did. Their special marinated porterhouse. I picked up some shrimp too." "Yum. I'm making your favorite twice baked potatoes. Maggie is on salad, but I think she's slacking off," Jenny said with a wink. Tim feigned a deep sigh. "You women are so hard to keep in line," he said with a grin. "Yeah, right. You can hardly keep yourself in line, Tim." Tim was watching Jenny work. She had her hair up, with a few stray hairs hanging down. She looked radiant, and Tim was transfixed as he stood there watching her. She glanced up and saw the expression on his face, which made her blush and give him a shy smile. "Boy, you must really like these potatoes," she said. "It's as if they put you in a trance." "Oh, right. Sure. The potatoes. That must be what's drawn my eye." Jenny rolled her eyes at him, while her pussy tingled from his attention. She'd been hoping for a repeat performance, but neither Maggie nor Tim had broached the subject. She figured it was probably a one-time thing. A girl could dream, though, she thought. She finished putting the last of the potato mix into the skins, placing them on a baking sheet. "Why don't you give me the shrimp? I make a mean lime marinade that is perfect for grilling them." Tim handed her the bag of shrimp, then turned his attention to the steak. He loved the marinade the butcher used, but he liked to add a bit of his own seasoning to it. He walked up behind Jenny, who was still standing at the counter. He opened a cabinet door above her and reached up and around her to get out a platter. He was pressed up against her as he reached. Jenny was acutely aware of his body pressed against hers. She was also aware that it was quite intentional, and that his stiff cock was pressed against her ass. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and had an intense desire to have his lips there as well. It thrilled her and scared her at the same time. The last thing she wanted was to create problems in Tim and Maggie's marriage. Her body, however, knew no such thing, nor did it care. Her body felt him against it, and wanted more. Tim only lingered there for a moment before moving away. Jenny felt a sense of relief, but also frustration. She thought about how nice it would have felt if he had leaned over and left a trail of soft kisses on her neck. She struggled to push those thoughts away as Tim seasoned the steak. Once he'd finished, he put the platter into the fridge. Jenny was nervously making a marinade for the shrimp. He noticed that her hands were shaking a little. "It's okay, Jen. Relax. I'll behave." Jenny looked at Tim and took a deep breath. "Is that supposed to make me feel better? You know I've been thinking about all of this the entire week, right?" "You weren't the only one, Jen," said Maggie as she walked into the room. "I would have been disappointed if you hadn't been thinking about it." Jenny jumped, startled by Maggie's sudden presence. "I...you're not mad at me, are you?" Maggie walked over and gave her a hug. "No, Jenny. I'm not at all mad at you." She turned her attention to Tim. "Were you teasing poor Jenny?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. "Maybe just a little. She...she's kind of irresistible." "How about you open a bottle of wine, Romeo?" "Good idea," said Tim with a nod. He selected an Australian Shiraz from the Hunter Valley region and poured a glass for each of them. They carried their wine into the den, where Maggie had gotten a fire going in the fireplace. Jenny took a seat on the couch, while Tim settled in a recliner. Maggie was standing near Jenny, looking down at her. She took a sip of her wine before she sat on the edge of the couch next to Jenny. "There's something we wanted to discuss with you, Jenny." Jenny looked first at Maggie, then at Tim. She felt a moment of panic, thinking they were going to ask her to leave. She realized her friends were smiling before that thought took root too deeply. If not that...then what, she thought. "Jenny," Maggie began. "Tim and I absolutely adore you. We're so happy to have you living here with us." "I...I'm happy to be here too." "Look...I don't know how to say this, so I'm just going to come out with it. What if we made what happened last week a more permanent arrangement? Between the three of us, I mean." Jenny looked back and forth between the two of them. "You...you want..." "We'd like you to share our bed with us, Jenny. Together, individually...however it happens. We've talked about it all week." "Wow," Jenny said. "I...I don't know what to say." "How do you feel?" asked Maggie. "Shocked. Happy. Excited. Scared." "Interested?" asked Maggie with a smile. "Hell yes," Jenny blurted out. "I'm interested." Maggie leaned over and gave her friend a soft kiss on the lips. "Good. How about we have some dinner? Then we can spend some time getting reacquainted with each other." "As if I'll be able to eat anything at this point," Jenny said with a nervous giggle. "You'll have to," said Tim. "You'll need your strength. * * * * * The three friends had a leisurely dinner, relaxing and chatting nervously as they ate. When they'd finished, they all worked together to clean up the mess. The kitchen was clean in no time, and Tim poured each of them some more wine and followed the women back into the den. He put his glass on the coffee table and excused himself to go to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat in the middle of the couch and leaned back, trying to catch up on the conversation the women were having. Maggie and Jenny turned in his direction, each sporting a devilish smile. They walked toward him, splitting apart as they walked around opposite sides of the table that was in front of him. A moment later, Tim had a woman curled up on either side of him, kissing and nuzzling his neck as their fingers worked the buttons of his shirt. Once the shirt was unbuttoned, Tim removed it and tossed it away. The kisses now drifted down his chest, and each woman sucked on one of his nipples until it was a little pebble, then bit hard enough to hurt. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you two choreographed something here," Tim hoarsely said. "Keep quiet," Maggie snapped. "Just do as we say." Tim shrugged, leaning back to watch. The trail of kisses now moved lower, down his abdomen. Each woman had moved a hand between his legs, fondling and rubbing his stiff cock through his jeans. The head of his cock was poking out of the waist band of his jeans, and he watched through a cascade of long hair as the two women lapped at it with their tongues. Jenny undid the top button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. Maggie yanked his briefs down and grabbed the shaft, stroking it a couple of times and making Tim moan. Then, in what Tim thought was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, his wife held his cock out to Jenny. "Here, Jenn. You taste first," she said. Jenny took Tim into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his head and bobbing up and down. Maggie watched with a look of lust on her face, patiently awaiting her turn. After a minute, Jenny pulled her mouth free and pointed Tim's cock toward Maggie. "Your turn, Mag." "Hold on. Let's get these pants off first. Stand up, Tim." Tim stood up and the women grabbed his briefs and jeans and pulled them down with one swift movement. Maggie pushed Tim back onto the couch and removed the clothes from around his ankles. The fact that he was barefoot made the process a bit simpler than it otherwise would have been. Maggie and Jenny once again met at Tim's cock. They kissed each other around the head of his cock, tongues entangled and lips locked. He was essentially in both of their mouths at the same time. Each woman had a hand on his shaft, their fingers intertwined as they slowly stroked him while they used their mouths on him and each other. Tim found himself losing control very quickly, as both the physical and visual stimulation were having a huge effect on him. He could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching. As if sensing it, the women went for the kill, aggressively stroking him until he grunted and thrust upward. Both Jenny and Maggie moaned when he erupted. The kissing didn't stop, as they shared Tim's cum, making sure he could see it covering their tongues as they lapped it all up like hungry kittens. They pulled away from his cock and kissed each other deeply, not stopping until they had swallowed every drop he'd given them. The pair broke the kiss and looked up at Tim. He was smiling from ear to ear as he made eye contact first with Maggie, then Jenny. "That was...that was the sexiest thing I've ever experienced in my life," he said. "Now we're screwed. How can we ever top that?" "How about you sit back and relax for a bit, Tim. Let's see how you feel about a little girl on girl show," Maggie replied. Jenny didn't say a word, instead giving Tim a lusty smile. "How about we move to the rug in front of the fire, Jenn?" suggested Maggie. "We can stretch out a bit there." Jenny stepped over the coffee table and sat down on the rug beyond it. Maggie joined her, and the two women started to kiss again. Maggie reached a hand up inside Jenny's t-shirt and grabbed the top of her bra. She yanked it down, freeing one of Jenny's tits from its confinement. Maggie gently pinched the nipple as she kissed her friend. The longer they kissed, the rougher Maggie got, making Jenny gasp with delight. Maggie bit Jenny's lower lip just hard enough to make her moan. "Damn. I'd forgotten you like to play a little rough, Mag. I like it." Maggie lifted Jenny's t-shirt over her head and tossed it aside. She took a good look as her friend sat there with one large breast exposed and the other still tucked away inside the bra. Maggie glanced over at Tim, who was intently watching, and gave him a wink. Jenny reached behind her and unclasped her bra, removing it and placing it on the floor. Jenny had a brief moment of disbelief as she sat there half naked in front of these two people. She was so overly sensitive about her body, but at that moment, she felt none of that. She felt comfortable; sexy and beautiful even. Maggie pushed her onto her back and pulled at the leggings she wore, taking them and her panties down in one fell swoop. Naked except for her socks, Jenny waited while Maggie pulled off her own top and removed her bra. Maggie's pants went next, and Jenny felt self-conscious as she looked up at her much thinner friend. She felt like an imposter who was suddenly exposed. Feeling a bit of panic, she glanced at Tim, sure that he'd make the same comparison she just had. Instead, he was watching her intently with desire in his eyes. He was watching her instead of Maggie, actually, and she could tell he was very happy with what he was seeing. Best Friends His gaze calmed her, and she turned her eyes to Maggie who was now crawling on top of her. Maggie kissed her friend fiercely and hungrily as her hands roamed around her body. It didn't take long for Maggie to kiss her way down Jenny's body, ending up between her legs. Maggie kissed Jenny's needy cunt, delving her tongue as deep inside as she could. She started a rhythm, dipping her tongue in, bringing it up and lapping it over Jenny's clit, once in a while pausing to kiss and suck her friend's love button. Maggie took her time pleasing her friend. After a few minutes, she added fingers to the mix, slipping them deep inside Jenny and wiggling them as she assaulted Jenny's clit with her tongue. Jenny was torn between watching Maggie eat her and watching Tim, who was now stroking his renewed erection. She felt her orgasm rapidly building as the pleasure she was experiencing began to overwhelm her. Her body tensed up and she emitted a deep, guttural moan as an orgasm rocked her body. When Maggie was satisfied Jenny had finished, she moved up, lying down beside her and kissing her tenderly. She glanced up at Tim and waved him over. Tim got up from the couch and approached, sitting down on the opposite side of Jenny. Both women were staring at his stiff cock, causing him to break out into a grin. "Are you ready to do something with that thing?" Maggie asked with a sultry tone. "I've been waiting, honey." Tim moved towards Maggie, but she held up a hand and nudged him away. "No. I want to watch you fuck Jenny," she said. "Doggie style." "What about you? I don't want you to feel left out." "Do I look left out? You've been fucking me all week, Tim. Jenny needs some cock, honey. Fuck her good." Jenny let out a moan as she watched and listened. She wasted no time turning over and getting on her hands and knees with her ass pointed in Tim's direction. She looked over her shoulder at him as she wiggled her ass, clearly anxious for him to get started. Tim winked and moved in, wasting no time before he slid his cock deep inside her and slammed it home. Jenny let out a grunt as he held her tight against him, letting her feel full of his cock. He intentionally made his cock jerk inside her, and she moaned her approval. Tim started to move, getting into a good rhythm, fucking her deep and hard. Jenny pushed back into him with every stroke, wanting to feel him as deep as she possibly could. She dropped down to one elbow and reached a hand underneath her to rub her clit as he fucked her. Maggie moved around front and lay down with her face underneath Jenny's. "How does my husband's cock feel, Jenny?" she asked. "Do like having him fuck you, baby? Do you?" Jenny moaned and grinned around the lower lip she was biting as she rocked back and forth on Tim's cock, her large breasts swinging like pendulums. "You know exactly how good it feels, Maggie. I heard the sounds of him fucking you all week," Jenny breathlessly said. Maggie reached up, grabbed Jenny by the hair, and pulled her face down to hers. She kissed her friend deeply as Tim fucked her. Jenny was in heaven, her body like a jumble of raw nerves at that point. She rolled into another orgasm as Tim picked up his pace. Her body was still trembling when he grunted and thrust deeply inside her, again and again, emptying the reservoir that held his cum, refusing to stop until he could take no more. Jenny collapsed onto her tummy and Tim scooted beside her, petting her ass with one hand as he admired her curves. The three of them stayed quiet for ten minutes before Maggie sat up and broke the silence. "How do you feel, Jenn?" "Fucking incredible," Jenny replied with a deep laugh. "Are you tired? Do you need to rest, or would you like to do something for me now?" Jenny looked at Maggie with lust in her eyes. "I'd love to do something for you now, Maggie. Really love to." "Good. I was hoping you'd say that." Maggie got up and grabbed some pillows from the couch, making a pile on the floor. She directed Tim to sit in front of them with his legs apart and lean back into the pillows in a semi-reclined position. She sat between his legs and leaned back against him, spreading her legs wide open. She placed another pillow under her ass, tilting her pelvis up and fully exposing her to Jenny. Jenny crawled between Maggie's legs and smiled. She didn't need to be told what was expected of her. She ran her tongue the length of Maggie's swollen lips. Maggie was so turned on she was creaming with need, and Jenny spent some time casually licking her before getting down to business. Both Tim and Maggie intently watched as Jenny lapped at Maggie's cunt. "Fuck, baby," Maggie said to Tim. "Look at her. Look at her eating me honey. It feels so good, Timmy. Fuck." Tim had his hands on Maggie's tits, tweaking her nipples as they watched Jenny work. "Are you going to come for your friend, honey? She made me come, and now she's going to make you come too. Does that turn you on, baby?" "Fuck yes, Timmy. Fuck. Watch her baby. Look at her. Look at her having me." Jenny was now looking up at Tim, her bright blue eyes piercing his soul as her mouth covered his wife's pussy. She had four fingers inside Maggie and was fucking her as she sucked on her clit, bathing it with her tongue as she did. Maggie started to whine as she could feel her body preparing for a climax. Jenny sensed it approaching and became more focused on pushing her friend over the edge. "Timmy...Timmy...I'm getting close, baby...fuck...Jenny...Timmy..." Her words were cut short by what was nearly a howl as an orgasm rocked her body from her head down to her toes. She was having involuntary spasms as wave after wave rushed over her, feeling a level of pleasure she'd never in her life felt this deeply. Jenny kissed her way up Maggie's body and kissed her on the lips. She looked up at Tim and kissed him too, a deep aggressive kiss. "Do you like the taste of your wife's pussy on my lips, Timmy?" she asked, teasing him by repeating the name Maggie had used. "You're going to have to get used to that, Timmy. What do you think of that, huh? Are you ready for that?" "I'm going to hold you to that, Jenny." "Good. You'd better." Later, Jenny would reflect on that exchange with shock. It was completely out of character for her, and yet at the moment, it had seemed to be exactly the right thing to say. That later didn't happen until much later, because the three of them retired up to the big bed in the master bedroom for another round of sex. * * * * * After that night, it became a regular occurrence for Jenny to come into the big bed with Maggie and Tim. Truth be told, she had moved into it for good, save the one night each week that she insisted the couple have alone time without her stuck in the middle. They teased her unmercifully about it, but she refused to relent to their pressure. She finished school in May of the following year, and was immediately offered a position at the university hospital that was only several miles from where they lived. She started working nights, which led to some hurried sexual encounters when she arrived home in the morning. Of course, they also had the evenings before Jenny had to go to work, but they had often restrained themselves to a large degree. She didn't think it wise to go to work spent and exhausted every night. Good fortune shone down on them after a couple of months. One daytime nurse retired, and another needed to switch to a night shift for personal reasons. Jenny was offered a daytime position, which she happily accepted. Often, it could take years for a nurse to be offered daytime hours. This was an unexpected surprise for the three friends. One Saturday morning, Jenny and Maggie were sitting in the kitchen sipping coffee and playing with their phones. Jenny nervously looked up at her friend, obviously wanting to say something but not knowing how to start. Maggie felt the eyeballs on her and glanced up at Jenny. "What is it, Jenn? You look a little scared." "Well...I was meaning to discuss something with you." Maggie tilted her head and held up her palms in a what's up gesture. "I've been thinking...I think...Someone at work kind of asked me out...and I was thinking..." "Jenny! My God, honey. What are you nervous about?" "Well...you know. We're kind of all wrapped up in this relationship. I...I don't know. I feel like we're together." "You are not our sex slave, Jenny." "I'm not talking about sex, Maggie. I love you both. Really. Love-love. Unless I'm wrong, I'm feeling the same thing back from the two of you." "You're not wrong, honey. We love you dearly. We'd be perfectly fine with you being a permanent part of our lives, okay? But we don't expect that from you. I know you. You've dreamed of a fairy tale wedding from when you were a little girl, complete with your very own Prince Charming. As much as I love Tim, he's no one's Prince Charming," she added with a chuckle. "Not everyone has or does that, Maggie. This situation has been so incredibly wonderful for me. I feel like I'm just going to ruin everything." "I'll tell you what, Jenn. You go ahead and date and whatever. If you realize you'd rather be here, well, we'll be here for you. Okay? Try it out." Jenny nodded and smiled, then blushed a little. "That doesn't mean I get booted from the big bed, does it?" Maggie laughed heartily and hugged her friend. "Hell no. You're always welcome there, honey." "Thank you, Maggie. You're really the best." Maggie looked at Jenny and smiled. "I've been expecting this, you know." "Why?" "You've just blossomed over the eighteen months you've lived with us. Honey, you have become the confident woman that we knew you were all along. It's almost as if you're a different person." "I will admit that I feel much better about myself, Maggie. But still..." "But still nothing, Jenn. I'll tell you something. Good men look for confident women. I'm not surprised you're getting attention. Not at all. What's more, I don't think losers like Mick even look at women like the one you've become. They look for wounded birds with broken wings that they can control and abuse at will." "Is that what I used to be? A wounded bird?" "I'm sorry Jenn. It isn't what I thought you were, but you had yet to spread your wings and see your own beauty and value. Now you have." "Well, if I have, I have you and Tim to thank for that." "You don't need to thank us, Jenny. It has been our pleasure," Maggie said with an evil little grin. "So, who is this mystery man?" "He's one of the interns at the hospital. We've become friendly with each other, and he's been after me to go out with him." "How do you feel about that, Jenn? Is he hot?" asked Maggie with an interested grin. "I like him, and I like the attention. He's...he's a little quirky and very funny." Maggie nodded her head. "So he's not hot?" "No...well...he is...but not in a typical way." "You should go out with him, Jenn. Put yourself out there and see what you find." "Are you sure you really won't mind?" Maggie embraced her friend and kissed her cheek. "Stop being so silly. I...we...want you to be happy, Jenny. You tell him yes, and I'll want a full report after the two of you go out." "Yes, mom," Jenny replied with a giggle. * * * * * Several months later, the three friends were at dinner at Maroni's, Jenny having invited them as a show of appreciation. The food was wonderful, and they relaxed over glasses of wine after they'd finished eating. Jenny took a deep breath before bringing up the other reason she'd asked them to join her. She looked at her friends, quickly starting to speak. She was afraid she'd lose her nerve if she didn't. "I've been living with you guys for a long time now," she began. "It has, without a doubt, been one of the best parts of my life. I just can't tell you how much I appreciate everything you've done for me. Words can't begin to describe how I feel. I also know that my presence in your home has altered things for you." "For the better Jenn," Tim interrupted. "Even so...I think it's time for me to be a big girl and get my own place. I..." Jenny's blue eyes started to sprout tears as she tried to continue. "I love you both dearly. I don't really want to leave, but I also don't want to regret not leaving somewhere down the road." "Is there someone in the picture?" Maggie asked. "No...not really. You know I've been dating, but not exclusively. I'm out there, but I'm not really out there, if you know what I mean. Truthfully, I'm so engaged with the two of you, it's difficult for me to see past that." Maggie now had tears brewing as well, and Tim sat there looking at the two women crying. He wasn't feeling all that happy himself, but he managed to keep it under wraps. "I think I speak for both of us when I say that we want you to be happy, Jenny. We love you, and we'll help in any way we can. If things don't work out, you'll always have a place to come back to if that's what you'd like." "God, I love you two," Jenny said between sobs. Maggie and Jenny excused themselves to use the ladies room, still sobbing and dabbing at their eyes with tissues. The waiter came over after they'd gone. "Is everything okay, Mr. Tim?" Tim smiled. "Yes, thanks Mario, he said with a shrug. I have a way with women." Mario nodded and smiled. "Would you like me to bring the check?" Tim nodded. "Yes, thanks. We don't want to wear out our welcome here." Mario turned and headed to the back of the restaurant, leaving Tim alone with his glass of wine. The women returned, having pulled themselves together for the moment. After Tim paid the bill, they left and headed for home. * * * * * Maggie helped Jenny search for a fitting apartment, and within two weeks they'd found the perfect place. The lease was signed, furniture was ordered, and Jenny was packed and ready to go. The three friends spent the day getting Jenny settled into her new home. It was a cute apartment in a two family home located in a wooded area. Jenny would be only minutes away from work, and still close to Maggie and Tim. Once Jenny was settled, they went out for a light dinner together. No one seemed to be very hungry, and they ended up boxing up most of what they'd ordered. Tim and Maggie drove Jenny back to her new home, and after some tearful goodbyes, left and drove to their house. They puttered about for a while before heading off to bed, hoping that sleep would overtake them. Instead, they both lay there, staring at the ceiling in the dark. Finally, Maggie broke the silence in the room. "The bed feels so big and empty, Tim. I wish Jenny was here." "I feel it too, honey." "I hope she's doing okay over there by herself," Maggie replied, secretly hoping that Tim would tell her to go see her friend. As if reading her mind, Tim responded to her thoughts. "Honey...this is what she wants. We have to give her the space she's asked for. She'll be fine." "I guess," Maggie said with a pout. Several miles away, Jenny was tossing around in her bed, unable to sleep. The bed felt entirely too empty to her, and she fiercely missed the company of her friends. She started to get up three separate times, ready to drive over and burst into the house. This was turning out to be harder than she thought it would be. Maggie rolled over and looked at Tim. "Honey...I know. I know...but I..." "Go. Do you want me to drive you over there?" Maggie grinned and gave him a deep kiss. "Thank you, honey. No...I'm okay to drive." She jumped out of bed and threw on some shorts and a t-shirt. Moments later, Tim heard the garage door rumble open and then closed, signaling Maggie was on her way. He chuckled and rolled over, hoping for some sleep. Once on the road, she cursed herself, realizing she was low on gas. She made a detour and headed to the big station that was open all night. Jenny rolled over and climbed out of bed. This was the fourth time she was up, and she'd lost the resolve to stop herself. Moments later she was in her car, driving over to her friend's house. She pulled into the driveway, and, still possessing the key, opened the door and let herself in. She walked up the stairs and down the hall toward the bedroom. "Maggie? Tim?" she whispered into the room. "Jenny?" Walking into the room, Jenny could see Tim alone in bed in the dim light that filtered through the windows. "Where's Maggie?" "On her way to your place," said Tim with a chuckle. "Oh my God. We're all pathetic, aren't we?" Jenny laughed. Tim shrugged. "Hey. All I know is that I'm still in bed," he said in a joking tone. "Yes. Yes you are," Jenny said in the sexiest voice she could muster. Tim held up a finger to her before grabbing his phone from the night table. He called Maggie on the speaker phone, and she answered on the first ring. "What's up Tim?" "Come home. We have a visitor." There was silence, then laughter on the other end of the line. "I see. Well, don't keep our guest waiting, Tim. Go ahead and entertain her while I'm headed back. I'll be home in a few." "Okay. Be careful, honey." "I will," Maggie said and hung up. Tim turned toward Jenny, and she was already slipping out of her clothes. She grabbed the blankets and pulled them down, tossing them aside before crawling up onto Tim and straddling him. "So...if you really weren't missing me," she began, "then I've been doing something wrong." Tim moaned as she positioned herself on top of his rapidly growing cock and ground into him. She leaned forward and kissed him softly, then caught his bottom lip between her teeth and bit it hard. "I'll have to remedy that right now...Timmy." She reached between them and rubbed his cock against her pussy. Wasting no time, she found her opening and guided him inside her, then sank slowly down until he was fully within her. She resumed kissing him as she slowly rode him, his hands on her hips, guiding her and holding her tightly. Tim was trying to control the tempo, but Jenny was having none of that. Her pussy gripped him tightly, and she moved and swayed and rocked, melting his resolve to prolong the encounter. "Give it to me, Timmy. I want to give Maggie something to clean up when she gets here," Jenny whispered in his ear as she bit his earlobe. Her words pushed him over the edge, and he grunted and thrust up hard as the first jet of his cum exploded out into her waiting pussy. She didn't stop riding him until she'd had every bit he could supply. She fell on top of him, and a moment later she felt Maggie's hand gently stroke her ass. She looked over her shoulder and smiled. "Hi, Mag. We have a present for you, honey." "Do you? I really like presents, Jenn," Maggie said in a sultry tone. "Tim...why don't you move to the bottom of the bed and lie on your back. Maybe you can eat while I do." Jenny rolled off Tim and he moved down near the bottom of the bed, his legs hanging over the edge and touching the floor. Once he had moved, Jenny took his spot, lying flat on her back with her legs spread open. Maggie straddled Tim's face and lowered her pussy down to his mouth. She let out a satisfied sigh, then leaned forward and brought her own face down to Jenny's pussy. She lapped at it hungrily as Jenny looked down and watched her. "That's it, baby," Jenny said. Clean up the mess your husband made of me, Maggie. Maggie moaned and giggled against Jenny's cunt, but didn't want to pull away to speak. "You like cleaning up after him, don't you? Timmy makes a mess, and you clean it up for him, right? You're pretty fucking good at it Maggie," Jenny breathlessly said. "Fuck. You're going to make me come, Maggie. How the hell can you do that so easily? Fuck." Best Friends Author's foreword; Hi, remember me? I know it's been a while but real life often times gets in the way of our fun. I am back at it, albeit at a slower pace than before. You can find me on Mark Zuckerberg's little venture if you care to know what I am up to. A big thank you goes to blackstallion21 for editing this story. Thank you for reading and it's nice to see you again. Oh yeah, just a word of warning. For a more effective story, I do switch to third person POV just before the epilogue. SH My name is Carey McDowell and I fucking hate traveling. Hate might not even be a strong enough term. I think I'd rather have my nut sac scrubbed with jalapeno juice and sandpaper than travel. Airports piss me off, stewardesses piss me off, yes I know they prefer to be called "air hostesses" these days but I figure stewardesses is a nicer term than my own preference; sky whores, and most of all having some moron at the TSA checkpoint grope me really pisses me off. Humorless cocksuckers. Mainly I hate being away from my dogs. Don't get me wrong, I miss my wife too, but we can talk on the phone, we can Skype, and we can have phone sex. I can't talk to my dogs on the phone; I can't have phone walks and petting. Dogs give less than a fuck about Skype. I still don't know why I allow my boss to send me on these fucking trips. Of course, I am the stupid ass that allowed him to talk me into taking a more managerial position with the company. I am a floor manager for the EXJ valve company in Houston, Texas. I started out there as a floor grunt. I ran whatever machine they needed me to run. Sometimes I welded; sometimes I only turned a wrench. I was, and still am one of those guys who will do whatever needs to be done to get a job done. I started at EXJ twenty years ago after being laid off from a lumber mill in South Dakota. I only lived in South Dakota for two years and was miserable most of the time; the human body definitely wasn't intended to be outdoors in freezing weather. I had moved up there because a friend had told me how much money we could make as lumberjacks. He'd already been up there for a year and was making good money. "Better than what we can make in the refineries here," he had told me. He never told me that the guy we were going to work for was a crook and had no licenses. I didn't find out until my crew was being arrested for trespassing and for cutting on National Forest land without a permit. After three days in jail, I was released because my public defender proved that I had only been with the company for three days and I had only been in South Dakota for a week. While we were in jail, my buddy, our boss, and half of the crew fled to Oregon. I'd had enough moving and got a job at a lumber mill, I was doing pretty well, but when the timber industry took a hit, so did the lumber mill's business. I was looking for another job when I got a call from my best friend Jay Kramer. Jay and I had grown up together since we lived less than a block apart as kids. All through school you rarely found one of us without the other. Jay had warned me about the lumberjack deal. But to his credit I never got an "I told you so" out of him. Jay, as it turned out was looking for a job at the same time as I was and he told me about the place that he'd just applied to. He told me they were just getting off of the ground and it was a great opportunity to get in on the ground floor. "Think about it Skippy," he'd always called me Skippy because he said it was manlier than Carey. "What better opportunity is there for a pair of 25 year olds? The plants? Shit those guys are always in danger of being blown up, and are usually out in the weather, and unless you're a chemist, you don't make great money. We could work inside and never have a chance of being blown up." I mulled over what he'd said to me and decided to apply. Three weeks later I was back in Houston and going to work for EXJ. I was a little surprised to find out that Jay had taken a managerial position. Growing up he had pretty much been a fuck-head. We had both gone to community college. I had found it tedious and boring, so I quit school and went to work. He finished and got some sort of worthless degree in underwater basket weaving or some inane shit. I had at least tried going for business management, but the studying and sitting through class after class just wasn't for me. So I found great irony in the fact that he'd be sitting behind a desk while I slaved away on the shop floor. I was fine with it though. I was always better with my hands than Jay was. He'd always been more of an idea guy and I was the one who made the idea a reality. So it was fitting that he'd be barking orders he didn't comprehend for me to make work. Even funnier to me was Loren Grahme; the plant manager and Jay's boss. Loren was a walking contradiction. He was about 100 pounds overweight, but preached how the employees needed to live healthy lifestyles. He claimed to have an open door policy to an office he was never in. He was also so grossly overpaid it wasn't funny, but would scream if any department wanted to spend an extra dollar to get a better quality tool. It was even said that the guys who had to travel were made to stay at Motel 6. He was also a "devout Christian." yet he was married to a woman named Pam who looked like a porn starlet. Now neither his faith nor his fake looking wife bothered me. What bothered me was the fact that this "great judge of people" would allow Jay around his wife for any amount of time unattended. Jay was a notorious pussy hound. Every year at the company Christmas party I would see the same scene. Jay would spend a big chunk of the evening dancing with Pam. Loren sooner or later would end up at a corner table with his venders and a few of the more obnoxious sycophants. As soon as the booze started flowing to Loren's table, Pam and Jay would disappear. After my third year with the company I quit going to the party. It was cheaper to sit at home and drink and I didn't have to get dressed up. I always heard about what I had missed from coworkers the following Monday, and the stories never changed. I had to laugh my ass off though the year that they decided to move the party from the company conference rooms to the Jenkins Hotel banquet room. Loren was such a tightwad, but I had heard that Pam had pushed him for the more lavish setting. Several of us thought she was tired of fucking Jay in the offices and wanted a proper bed. Jay and I had always had a running joke between us that by time we turned forty, we would have fucked every single female in Houston. So you can imagine my surprise when Jay approached me at my 30th birthday party and introduced me to his fiancée Brandi. Now allow me to paint a picture for you. I am 6 foot 2 and have weighed 220 pounds for the best part of the last fifteen years. I didn't work out until I took my current position. Jay is 5 foot 7, and might weigh 140 pounds. He is small and wiry but he moves like a guy twice his size. I had always had the expectation that if Jay ever did tie the knot it would have been to a 36-24-36 playmate bombshell with the IQ of a turnip. Brandi is at least 5 foot 10. She's nowhere near willow thin, but neither can she be considered fat. She is curvy in all of the right places and soft where a woman should be. Not the empty headed pair of tits that Jay typically chases let alone dates. I couldn't wait to get him out on the golf course to find out the story. As it turned out I didn't need to go golfing to get the story, Brandi told me all about it. She and Jay had met at a managerial conference in Baton Rouge. The way she told it was she had been stepping off of an elevator when this "fake plastic Barbi whore" went running into the elevator and quickly closed the door. She'd been poised to yell an insult at the closing door when she was knocked off of her feet by this clumsy dork that had been chasing Barbi and all of her notes went flying. I laughed as I pictured Jay, who is as athletic as a cat on polished linoleum, chasing pam around the hotel while Loren no doubt was bragging to others how great a guy he was. She told me the dork, as she pointed at Jay who got a "who me?" look on his face, helped her pick up all of her notes and helped her put them back in order over coffee. They'd had dinner that night and the night after. She ran an architect firm in Conroe so they were able to continue seeing one another after the conference. I wondered how Pam had handled being passed over for a bigger girl. As I spent more and more time with them I grew to love Brandi. Not in a "Hey I want to fuck the ever loving dogshit out of you" way, but as one loves a sister. In a way she became the sister I always wanted. My real sister has always been a complete cunt so I relished the idea of having a sister that I could stand to be around for more than ten minutes a year. At their wedding I was third to dance with the bride. After he'd danced with Pam once, I pulled Jay aside and told him that if he ever hurt Brandi I'd kick the shit out of him in a heartbeat. He told me I had nothing to worry about; his man-whore days were over. Mine however were kicking into high gear. For a few years I was pretty much fucking anything with a pulse. There were weekends that I would bed six different women. Unfortunately I was also drinking too much. Drinking, fucking and work was all I had in my life. Five years and three bouts with the clap later it all came to a head. During my wild oat sowing span I had one basic rule. I would not knowingly persue a married woman. I'm sure one or two slipped through the cracks, but generally if I saw even the slightest sign she was married I cut ties and ran. I had an epiphany following a Lynyrd Skynyrd moment. It was just like the song "Gimme Three Steps" except the place was Ron's not The Jug, and her name wasn't Linda Lu, it was Sandra, or Mona, or some shit like that. I didn't ask him to give me three steps, I took them. What had started out as a typical Friday night changed my life forever. I was in a bar in Deer Park dancing with my intended conquest for the night. I hadn't even gotten around to figuring out if she was married or not. I knew all of the signs were there that she was out to get laid, and she was paying more than ample attention to me. While we were dancing I saw a guy making a b-line for us. I knew from experience when a guy comes in the door and straight to a dancing couple that he's not looking to cut in. I saw the gun in his waistband before he went for it. I told the girl "I think your husband is unhappy," and her eyes went wide and her jaw unhinged. She spun to face him, but he was looking directly at me. She started saying something to him and he pushed her aside and came at me. He was distracted enough that he wasn't ready for my preemptive strike. My fist flew out and caught him right on the bridge of the nose. I could hear the sickening crunch as his nose broke. His left hand went to his nose as it began to gush blood, and his right hand continued toward the gun as he fell back. I saw him hit the floor and I made for a side exit. Once I was in the parking lot I sprinted around to the front of the building and jumped into my truck. As I peeled out leaving the parking lot a loud ping sounded over the squealing of my tires. It was followed by another. I looked in my rear view mirror and saw the guy with blood pouring out of his face aiming the gun in my direction. I saw the muzzle flash and heard another ping. I hung the first right I could and drove aimlessly along the residential streets for about an hour. After I was sure that I wasn't being followed I pulled into a gas station and got out to survey the damage. My tailgate bore two distinctive bullet holes. When I discovered that the third shot had ricocheted off of the cab just below the driver's side window, I was shaken. It was at least an hour before I was able to drive home. I knew then that my days of one night stands and sport sex were over. Call it God, call it fate, or call it a scientific word I can't pronounce; it changed my outlook. Almost getting my ticket punched for the sake of seeking a little pussy made me realize that guys are fucking territorial, and I had been damn lucky to that point. I vowed to myself that I'd never again do the bar scene. I wasn't sure if I'd ever see the inside of a honkey-tonk again. Just over 12 hours later I found myself in unfamiliar territory. For the first time since I could remember I found myself at home on a Saturday night. I had a crappy little TV with only rabbit ear aerials, because I had never watched TV. I drank myself into a stupor to ease the boredom. The next day I went out and bought a TV and a VCR, and I splurged and bought a DVD player and a few movies. Monday morning I called and got satellite service. The following weekend was a lot more bearable. For the next few years I never went out on weekends. When the guys at work would ask about my weekend conquests I only added to the legend. Nobody seemed to notice that I had less and less detail for my yarns. I told them I was at bars I knew they'd go nowhere near. A couple of years on my birthday I'd go have a quiet dinner with Jay and Brandi, but other than that I stayed home and became a movie buff. One afternoon I was discussing movies with a guy and I overheard another guy comment that he didn't know how a pussy hound like me found time to see movies. After that I kept my mouth shut about all of the movies I had seen. My life changed again five years ago. I had a buddy in high school named Terry Jarvis. Terry had moved away right before our senior year and I hadn't heard from him until about three years after I gave up my bar room lifestyle. Terry was the only one who really knew I wasn't out every night. He dropped by one Friday night and found me at home. After that he'd stop by every once in a while and have a beer or two. Terry never did care much for Jay. I think it had something to do with Jay fucking his cousin, but I never found out for sure. One night after a twelve pack I told him all about my life altering night and why I didn't party any more. He told me that he fully understood and suggested that I get counseling. I told him that I fully understood and told him to fuck himself. It was bad enough that he knew my issue, no way was some total fucking egg head stranger going to hear my tale. Terry came by for a beer one Saturday evening and invited me to a birthday party they were throwing for his baby sister Renee. Renee was turning thirty. She had been married for six years to some guy from Missouri, but they had divorced shortly after her 28th birthday. He had been a big enough asshole to have her served at her birthday party. From what I was told, when the process server knocked on the door and asked for Renee, she thought he was a stripper for her party. Terry told me that they had just quit getting along and he'd decided to divorce her. I found it funny that he didn't threaten to de-nut me if I tried to get into her laundry. I arrived at the party and was instantly underwhelmed. I had braced myself for loud-mouthed drunks, giggly weed tokers and half-dressed harlots, and I got grandparents and a barbeque. Terry had a huge back yard and very little of it was being used. Somehow I found myself caught up a conversation with Terry's grandfather and father about the state of the oil business. Terry's father was a truck driver, and his grandfather had been a rough neck before an accident on an offshore rig had rendered him disabled. He, like many of the rough necks of old thought that the guys on the rigs now had it too easy. He had just started into a rant on the sorry state of professional football when I excused myself to go find a beer, or to hang myself which ever opportunity presented itself first. As I neared the cooler Terry caught me and said "Don't worry. I have a younger crowd coming after Nana and Papa leave." "Oh? But I so love hearing about how all men today are pussies," I told him as we laughed. "Your grampa has never failed to crack me up. Did you tell your sister you were having a party for her?" He seemed kind of embarrassed that she hadn't showed yet. "I think she spent her day in Galveston at the beach. She should be here before much longer." I grabbed a beer and went back to listen to the newest rant. I thought about the last time I had seen Renee. She'd been a freckle faced kid with braces and pig tails calling her brother a "booger eater" or something of that caliber. I was lost in my thoughts when calls of "Hey y'all" began ringing out like a redneck alarm clock. The gate opened and four gorgeous women came through the gate. I recognized two of them immediately. Renee was still freckle faced and pig tailed, although her body had not stayed true to the ten year old form. She had a rack that wouldn't quit and an ass to match. The other girl I recognized was Elizabeth Spears. Elizabeth or "Lizzy" as she liked to be called had been Renee's best friend forever. Lizzy had been a pudgy girl with braces and stains adorning all of her clothing, and if you had told me back then that these two would grow up hot enough to make a blind man sport wood I would have laughed in your face. I didn't know the other two girls with Renee and Lizzy, but they paled in comparison with the staggering beauties that had preceded them through the gate. I was truly speechless. Renee came around and greeted her grandfather and great-grandfather. I could do no more than nod at her when she looked my way. I was trying damn hard not to look like a sex starved fool, but I was suddenly reminded that I had only been with my hand for the past few years. A while later I was looking across the gathering at Lizzy; OK I was staring and most likely drooling. I was so enrapt that I didn't notice Renee standing next to me. Worse yet I didn't notice that she had been talking to me. "Huh," I asked trying to sound suave and failing miserably. Renee laughed and said, "I said, I can introduce you to her so you don't have to gawk from afar." I laughed, "No, that's OK. I just can't get over how much she changed. You either. I still remember you trying to embarrass your brother and I when we were on your parents' patio with the Froder twins." "Yeah. I never could get your attention back then. Heck, even now it's my day and you're staring at Lizzy." I was taken aback. "My attention?" Since when had she wanted my attention? I was struggling to come up with the right words when she let me off the hook. "I don't blame you. She's hot." "Actually so are you." "Yeah? I'm glad you think so. My guy thinks so too." "He's a lucky guy," I said with just a touch of jealousy running through me. "Where'd you meet Mr. Lucky?" "Mr. Lucky? Are we just a tad jealous?" She was giving me a funny look. "No need to be. You're a decade younger than me, and my close friend's sister." "Oh don't give me that 'I'm your brother's best friend' crap. If you wanted me, Carey you'd be staring at me like that. Even the frogs in the grass can see where you are gazing. Hey it's cool. She's young, she hot and most of all she's single and looking." "Who said I'm looking," I asked her. "Terry told me about you. Come on Carey, you were never the type to hide in a hole. He asked you here so you'd find a good woman. You found one and all you're doing is staring at her." "Staring at who?" I turned to see who had just asked that and looked deep into the arctic blue eyes of Elizabeth Spears. I turned to look at Renee. She was wearing one of those "I got you good" shit eating smirks. Best Friends I was flabbergasted and my mind was running at a hundred miles per second trying to come up with something to say. I knew I had to look like a complete pervert. Luckily Renee had mercy and said, "Some hot looking girl who was standing over there." Lizzy turned to see where Renee was indicating and Renee elbowed me in the ribs. "Talk to her," she silently mouthed. "I must have missed her," said Lizzy with a strange look. "Yeah I think she ducked out of the gate or something," said Renee as she elbowed me in the ribs again. "Yeah, well I need to get going dear. I have to be up early in the A M. I'll see you on Wednesday night though for your party," Lizzy said to Renee. They both moved toward the gate with Renee throwing me looks whenever Lizzy seemed to be looking the other way. My next goal was to slip out of the party before anyone could invite me to this other party, which I was sure, was to be held at a bar. I managed to avoid Renee the rest of the evening by moving from group to group. Finally I bade Terry and his wife Linda farewell and went home. I figured after all of the beers I would sleep right away. One part of me was pissed that I had avoided getting invited to the party and a second shot at Lizzy. The other part was relieved I wouldn't have to either come up with some lame excuse not to go. In the end I rubbed one out while picturing Lizzy and Renee doing body shots. On Monday evening I went to the grocery store after work. I am always on the lookout for girls I might have spurned during my wild days. As I was moving about the aisles perusing the wares, I saw Lizzy pass the other end of the aisle I was on. I figured if I saw her close enough I would say hi, but remembering the impending party, I wasn't going out of my way to run into her. I was browsing the frozen pizzas trying to see where I would get the most for my dollar, when I saw her again. She was looking at the frozen entrees. I moved down the aisle towards her as I looked over the frozen pizza choices. I glanced over to see some slob in a dirty white wife beater leering at her from behind. She didn't seem to be paying any mind to him. I watched for a moment as he pretended to be looking at the diet frozen entrees in the case next to the case she was looking in. I say he was pretending, because his cart had several containers of bacon, a few bags of potato chips and a case each of soda and beer. "Hey, you might want to be careful hun or you'll melt everything in the freezer," he said to her. "Did he just actually fucking say that?" I thought as I tried to stifle my laughter. Without missing a beat, she walked over to me and asked, "Don't you hate it when people leave the shit they don't want in the wrong section of the store?" I wasn't absolutely sure what she was getting at but I played along, "Yeah. Some folk are just too damned lazy." "Yes they are honey. Remind me to tell the next clerk we see that there is a misplaced item in the freezer section that definitely belongs on the fat slob aisle." I lost it and started laughing as hard as I had in a long time. The guy in the wife beater turned a unique shade of red and high tailed it out of the freezer aisle. Lizzy and I stood there laughing together for a few more minutes. One guy quickly grabbed a TV dinner and split as if he'd catch something from the two of us. "I'm in the mood for Chinese," she said. I glanced at her basket and saw no Asian staples. So like a dummy I blurt out, "I think the Asian food is on aisle 8." The sound of laughter once again filled the frozen food aisle. This time Lizzy was the only one in on the joke. She looked at me and stopped. "Oh, you were serious?" I suddenly came to grasp with the situation. "OH...Well I actually didn't think a young hotty would ask an old fart like me to dinner. I do know a place nearby if you're game." "Old fart? You're not even forty yet, let alone an old fart." I blushed at her compliment and offer her my arm. We left our baskets in the middle of the aisle and left the store. We went to a little place near my house. I had them deliver all the time so I knew the food was good. We chatted as we ate, and I kept imagining sweet and sour sauce dripping off of her perky nipples. Watching Lizzy Spears eat was a sensual experience, even if only one of us was in on the game. As we were waiting for the check, my mind was already deciding which images I was going to play in my mind as I slapped little Carey around later on. I was brought out of my pre-masturbatory wool gathering by a simple question. "So, is your place near here?" "Yeah," I answered thinking she was making conversation. "I live just across the park, about three blocks away." "Well your place is definitely closer than mine so let's go." Several sweaty hours later she lay panting beside me. "Do you know how long I have dreamed of that Carey?" "Dreamed of sex? Well I imagine you started dr.." She silenced me with an elbow to the ribs. "You jack ass. I meant how long I have dreamed about fucking you. I'll tell you how long. Do you remember the night you and Terry camped out in that old camper?" "Yeah. I remember we camped out in that camper many times. I'm sure you and Renee did as well." "Yeah we did, but we never had guests." My mind went back instantly to the one night Terry and I had the Froder twins in the camper after his folks had gone to bed. Lizzy saw the recognition dawn on my face. "Yeah. THAT night." I tried in vain to remember exactly what I had done, but the image was fuzzy. I did remember that Jessica and Melissa Froder were identical twins. I know Terry and I had swapped them a few times that night. I may have even gone around the world with Jess. "When you made Jessica scream like a banshee I didn't know what it meant, but it has been in my memory since then and I have wanted it ever since I understood. And Carey, you were definitely worth the wait." She rose from the bed and began dressing. "You don't have to leave," I told her. "Hell, I'll even sleep in the wet spot." "I do have to leave. I have to be up early and it's a long drive to my apartment." "How long of a drive can it be?" "My apartment's in Galveston. So it is a pretty good drive." "If you live in Galveston why do you do your grocery shopping in Pasadena? Seriously, who drives 30 miles for groceries? Don't the stores in Galveston sell frozen food?" She let out a sigh. "Carey, you are a gorgeous man and an incredible fuck, but you just aren't too swift on the uptake." I lay there stupefied as she finished dressing. She walked over and kissed me deeply. "I'll see you Wednesday." "Sure," I said not full realizing what I had just agreed to. As the door closed it struck me that she had stalked me. I suddenly felt dumb. "See you Wednesday," I said into the darkness. "Fuck! Wednesday! Renee's birthday! Son of a bitch!" I had been snookered. I was fucked up all day long over the whole birthday party thing. My buddy Cliff asked me why I was in la la land all damn day. I told him that I had been invited to an event I didn't care to go to. "Ah, it might interfere with getting some pussy huh?" "Yeah, something like that," I said. "Just dodge the phone call bro. It's that simple. When the event is over you say you forgot and your phone was fucked up." "Bingo!" Lizzy didn't have my phone number. I didn't have a land line and my cell was not listed in the phone book. I supposed if she wanted to get in touch with me, she'd have to drive all the way from Galveston again. I was feeling pretty good as I drove home. On one hand I might not get another chance with Lizzy. But on the other, I wouldn't have to face a bar crowd. I stopped at the grocery store again, since I didn't get any groceries the day before. I got home and turned on my cell to find I had 3 messages. I also had three text messages and a voice mail from a number I didn't know. The first text was an address in downtown Houston. The next one was a time, 8:00 to be precise. The third text simply said "Thank you for last night." "How the fuck did she get my number?" I asked the empty room. I suddenly knew who the number belonged to. I dialed my voice mail box and was treated to Lizzy's sweet drawl. "Hey handsome. I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of calling my cell from yours while you were in the bathroom last night. I texted you the address and time of Renee's party; so I will see you there. Oh and Carey, I can't wait to see you. I'll be wearing something sexy just for you." She made a kissing sound just before she hung up. Fucking Cliff and his advice. Cliff had obviously never run up against a go getter like Lizzy. I spent a sleepless night trying to think of a way to avoid the party and failed. I actually called off of work that day for the first time since I had been there. I finally fell asleep but was awakened around ten by Quiet Riot's "Cum on Feel the Noize." I was about to curse the bastard playing music while I was trying to fuck Catherine Zeta Jones when I realized it was my cell phone's ring tone I was hearing. I hit the answer button and tried to say something intelligible, but only managed to mumble something that sounded like English. "Carey? You sound like you just woke up." "Not yet. In a while." "Do you want me to call you back later?" I finally realized I wasn't dreaming and I was talking to Lizzy. "No babe. I just had a rough night and finally fell asleep a bit ago." "You called me babe. Now I'm all twitter pated. You're not sick are you? I would hate for you to miss the party tonight. I am so looking forward to seeing you." I almost played the card she'd dealt me and said I was too sick to go, but I heard the profound disappointment in her voice and told her that I'd be there. She let out a joyful squeal and a kissing sound and hung up the phone. I fell right back to sleep and dreamt of an endless string of maniacs pulling guns while I danced with Catherine Zeta Jones. I finally woke up around 1:30 and watched some TV. "Jerry Springer" had cheating stripper spouses. After a few hours of mind numbing daytime television I showered and got dressed for the party. "Are you pussy whipped? You go without for a few years and then you go all stupid for the first chick you boink?" I have no idea why, but my internal monologues always sound like a boastful high schooler. Maybe I was pussy whipped. For the first time in my life the girl had come after me. I had chased after and participated in too many unfulfilling relationships to count. During my time away from the bars I never thought of one of the women I had bedded over the years. Not even the one who almost got me killed. So here was Lizzy; 29 years old, smart, fun and attractive as hell, she wanted me, she chased me, and she had occupied most of my waking thoughts. Was I in love? Not yet but it wouldn't take too much. I was also convinced that the feeling was mutual, even though I was pushing the big four oh, and had gotten a bit soft around the middle. I got to the club just before eight. I could hear the thumping bass from the sound system as I got out of my truck. I looked around and couldn't see Lizzy's Miata anywhere. I walked to the front door where a greasy haired guy in a cheap suit requested my ID. He gave it the once over and nodded his head toward the door and told me to enjoy myself. As soon as I walked in the door I was assaulted by smoke, pulsing lights, and loud crappy music. I normally have classic or southern rock playing in my truck or at home so I am not familiar with the loud pounding crap with its electronic screeching and space sounds. The place was jam packed with all flavors of assholes. I would have expected a crowd like this on a Friday or Saturday night; it made me wonder if any of these people had jobs. I spotted Renee across the floor and started wading through the sea of tattooed guys and scantily clad little girls. Once again I was reminded that my youth is ancient history. Almost every motherfucker in the place had more metal sticking out of their bodies than was in my truck. I do feel somewhat comforted by the fact that I never frequented bars like this and was not likely to run into any ghosts from my past. I made it through the writhing masses and laser lights to find a surprised Renee. She said something, but from three feet away I couldn't hear her over the "BOOM BOOM BOOM" thrumming that seemed to permeate the air. "I didn't expect to see you here," she yelled into my ear. "I didn't expect to be here either," I yelled in hers. "How did you even find out. . ." then a surprised look came over her face. "Lizzy told you, which means she. . ." The look on my face must have confirmed what she thought. I couldn't read the look on her face, but she paused as she was about to say something. I noticed her attention was drawn behind me so I turned to see what had caught her eye. I was rendered speechless. I saw Lizzy walking through a parted crowd. It seemed that every swinging dick in the place was trying to talk to her or staring at her backside as she passed. A couple of the guys who approached her were rewarded with nothing more than a dirty look. I can't blame them for swarming her; she was definitely a vision of beauty. She wore a red dress that almost looked as if it had been painted on. It hugged every curve of her fabulous body. The skirt stopped just shy of mid-thigh and was slit almost to her waist on both sides. Her hair and make-up made her appear nearer to the writhing horde's age than her own thirty years. She walked directly to me and kissed me fully and deeply. Any dreams the other males in the place had died on that kiss. You could almost hear the air being let out of their egos. "I am so glad you made it baby," she yelled into my ear. "I have been looking forward to this all day long." She kissed me again and turned to greet Renee. Then she and Renee huddled in conversation. I couldn't tell anything from their facial expressions and of course I couldn't hear a damned word. After their conversation, everyone in the group moved to an area away from the dance floor. The bar was less crowded back there and you could actually talk; you still had to yell, but you didn't have to invade anyone's personal space. Everyone was drinking and having a good time. After a few beers and a shot of Jack Daniel's I thought I was able to handle the dance floor. I really didn't know how to dance like everyone was, but it didn't seem to matter. Lizzy kept her body in tight to me and I just moved with the "booms" like I saw everyone else doing. As we were doing what passed for dancing, I saw a guy approaching rapidly out of the corner of my eye. He walked up and tapped Lizzy on the shoulder and the world went into slow motion for me. I saw, or thought I saw him reach toward his back pocket area. I know a lot of guys keep guns stashed in the small of their back so when the voice in my head yelled "RUN YOU TWITTERPATED TWIT!" I obeyed. Before I even realized that I had reacted I was out the side door and in my truck. I was breaking traffic laws right and left getting out of the area. I kept hearing a strange sound. It was a quick buzz followed by a zing. I mentally counted the number of times I heard it. Eight times! The guy must have had a semi auto to send eight bullets my way. I got several blocks away and then got onto the freeway. I was flying on the freeway when the sounds started again. "Fuck! He's chasing me!" I didn't know what kind of guy had the balls to be shooting at me on a semi busy freeway, but I knew that there wouldn't be much I could do to stop him. Then as abruptly as the shooting had started it stopped. By my count I had sixteen holes in my truck. "Call the fucking pigs you dildo!" Yes! The police would stop him. I reached for my cell and was about to dial 911 when I noticed that I had two missed calls. I'd have to see about them later since getting this fool to stop trying to kill me was a priority over buying some Amway or donating to the policeman's fund, although a cop on the line begging for money would be better than no cop at all. I was about to push the nine button when my phone buzzed. It was an incoming call from a number I didn't recognize. I hit talk and yelled "I'll call you back. I have to get the police to stop this asshole that's shooting at me!" I disconnected the call and a sudden thought hit me like a punch from George Foreman. I guided my truck across two lanes and off onto the feeder. I stopped at a fast food restraint and got out of the truck. I could find no holes. I got back in and sat there shaking. The buzzing of my phone shook me back to reality. I answered to hear a distraught Lizzy. "Renee said you were being shot at? What the fuck babe? Are you OK? Where are you?" "Yeah, it's all OK. It was just a false alarm. I'm going home. I'll talk to you later." I rung off and started the truck. I must have sat there for too long with it running because an employee from the restaurant came out to see if I needed any help. I assured him that I was fine and drove back to the feeder and then onto the freeway toward home. I got home half an hour later. I slipped out of my clothes and into a pair of comfortable shorts. I grabbed my bottle of Jack and sat on the couch. I'd turned the TV on for noise. I wasn't watching it I just wanted to not feel completely alone as I drank myself into oblivion. I felt stupid and humiliated. How could I have mistaken the buzzing of my cell phone for bullet strikes? How could I ever look Lizzy in the eye again? I then wondered if I should go out and get another bottle of Jack. I weighed the options and decided I had enough Jack, mainly because all of the liquor stores were closed already. I was drunk, but nowhere near passing out when someone began banging on my door. My first fear was that someone had called the cops because I had acted like such a freak. I went to the door ready to make up any excuse the police might buy. I opened the door to find not Johnny Law, but Lizzy still looking spec-fucking-tacular in that red dress. I opened my mouth to apologize when she jumped into my arms and held me tightly. I couldn't get a word in edgewise as she apologized over and over. I told her she had nothing to be sorry about. She felt bad for pushing me to go to a bar after I'd had a traumatic experience. She told me that Renee had told her about what had happened to me, and that the group gathered at Renee's party all agreed that I had PTSD. "Renee's boyfriend is a therapist," she said. "He deals with a lot of the guys coming back from Iraq and helps them get through their PTSD. He's agreed to talk to you some evening when you have some free time. Here's his card." She handed me a business card, but I was too bleary eyed to read it. "I wish I would have known about this before," Lizzy continued. "I could have maybe been a lot more attentive and helped you avoid the panic attack." She stepped in tighter and kissed me. "I guess this part of the evening just comes sooner than I had planned," she said pushing the shoulders of her dress down to reveal her braless tits. A very short time later the dress was on the floor. It was joined shortly by my shirt, then my shorts. Her thong and my boxers fell almost simultaneously on my bedroom floor. I was happy that I hadn't had too much booze. We both called off work the next day. When she left the next evening after dinner, we agreed to meet on Saturday. Soon we were meeting every Saturday. In three weeks' time, we were spending Friday night through Monday morning with each other. Best Friends We spent the entire Memorial Day weekend naked and sweaty. While our fellow Texans were barbequing briskets and ribs we were re-enacting the Kama Sutra. Fourth of July weekend, we actually got dressed and spent the day at Jay's house. Lizzy and Brandi hit it off well and Jay was finally glad to see I was with one woman. Brandi even commented that she was pleased I had settled down. I was impressed that Jay managed to keep his eyes to himself, maybe I wasn't the only one who had changed. The rest of the summer saw us spending more time with Jay and Brandi, either at my house or Jay's. A few times we all went to Galveston. Lizzy's apartment was just a block from the beach, so we were able to enjoy not having to find parking along the busy street. Of course the late summer hurricane season brought a lot of nervousness out in people. Many of the old timers were betting on Texas taking a hit. Many said we were overdue. Every time a tropical storm flared people prepared for the worst; either an influx from Louisiana or having to flee themselves. Labor Day weekend was kind of dampened by the approach of Hurricane Gustav. Many people from Louisiana were pouring into the Dallas area to be clear of its wrath. We got some rain and wind from the storm but it was nothing more than a typical thunderstorm. A week later we heard of Hurricane Ike's destruction on Haiti. Most of the weather people were predicting that Florida or New Orleans would get the brunt of Ike. Most Texans kept a wary eye on it though. On Monday they gave a 20% chance that Ike would hit the Houston area. By Thursday officials were telling the residents of Galveston that they should leave, Lizzy came to stay with me until the storm was past. On Friday the authorities told Galveston residents that staying on the island would be very unadvisable and many of the lower lying areas were evacuated ahead of the storm surge. Stores were emptied out and many residents had left. Friday afternoon Houston residents were told to stay put as it was becoming too dangerous to escape. My parents called me from Dallas Friday afternoon and asked if I could go to their home and make sure that everything was still OK. They had fled their home four days ago and had gotten a room at a hotel for two weeks. I laughed and told them that no one was being allowed into Galveston, let alone onto the Bolivar peninsula. My mom only sighed and said she hoped everything was OK. Lizzy and I went to bed Friday night and listened to the howling wind outside. Off and on during the night I awoke to hear my storm shutters banging and rain hammering the walls of my house. That was one of the extremely rare nights we wore any clothing to bed. Not that it mattered. As I dozed my hand had found its way up and under Lizzy's shirt. She awoke to my fingers rolling her nipple. I awoke to a warm wet mouth on my cock. I reached over and undid her shorts, then I slipped my hand in and my finger found her clit. She arched up at the contact and I took that opportunity to pull her hips toward my head. She maneuvered over, and then helped me remove her shorts. Once her pussy was over my face she went back to sucking my cock. Despite my tongue flicking her clit and pushing into her wet hole, she always maintained complete control of her pace. She would go agonizingly slow, then up her pace until I felt like my orgasm was eminent. She seemed to have a sixth sense, because she would bring me to the point where the slightest stroke would send me over the edge then stop. She'd pull off and let my orgasm subside, and then start again with agonizingly slow strokes. I in turn, would flick her clit until her pussy would start to spasm then I'd switch to tongue fucking her slit. That practice never stopped her impending orgasm, but it kept the intensity down. Just as her spasms would start to subside, I'd attack her clit again with vigor rapidly sending her over the edge. I felt her entire body convulse and quiver. She pulled her mouth off of my cock and spun around. "Oh god baby. I need this now." As she said that she lowered herself onto my raging hard on. I always relished the feel of her velvety inner walls on my cock. "Ooh, yeah." Once she was fully impaled, she began pumping her hips up and down. I planted my feet and started pumping up into her. Pretty soon she was slamming her hips down as hard as I was able to pump up. She soon began saying "Oh God," over and over again. I knew that as her frequency and pitch increased she was having an orgasm. When she hit her peak, she squeaked like a mouse. As she peaked, I rolled us over and began driving into her. I could imagine her face in the dark, all red and sweaty, the look of determination that she gets when she's riding the waves. I pounded into her relentlessly, keeping her from coming down. "Oh shit," I said as I felt my own climax building. Lizzy clamped her muscles on my cock. "Fill me up baby," she cooed. "Fucking fill me with that hot cum!" Between her words and her squeeze I didn't stand a chance. "Oh fuck," I yelled as my cock shot deep into her. She let out a scream and dug her heels into my ass and clawed my back. I went rigid as jet after jet of cum shot into her. She locked her hands behind my neck and pulled us together and buried her tongue in my mouth. As our orgasms subsided we collapsed. I stayed inside her as my cock softened, allowing our combined juices to run out of her. "That was nice," she said. "Nice?" asked. "I thought it was pretty damn good." "I was pretty terrific wasn't I?" she teased. Her teasing bought her a few moments of tickling. "Stop, stop....ok damn it, you were pretty terrific too." We kissed as we pulled our shorts back on then cuddled up together. Usually we'd shower after a romp like that, but neither of us wanted to be naked if we had to leave in a hurry. I awoke at some point later to realize the house was extraordinarily dark. I could still hear the storm raging outside and wondered how much would be left in the morning. I tried to get more sleep but soon gave up that fight. I slipped out of bed, leaving Lizzy's sleeping form under the sheets. I went to watch some TV and discovered that the power was out. My battery powered radio informed me that Ike had made landfall around 2 in the morning and had already moved inland and was weakening. The reports were bad. Someone had reported that the piers at Galveston were gone and that the Bolivar Peninsula had been under at least twelve feet of storm surge. I didn't go back to sleep that night. We were without power for five days after the storm. I had stored up enough food to last us a month. We got ice and water daily from different relief groups. Most of the people in line for ice and water had a dazed look about them. A few days after Ike had passed; Lizzy and I tried to drive to her place to see what was left only to be turned around by authorities who said the interstate was impassible. It was four more days before we were able to make it into Galveston, but by then we'd seen the news stories and aerial shots of the devastation. We'd also heard about all of the missing people from Port Bolivar. They had rescued over a hundred people and were known to have left more than a hundred more calling for help when the Coast Guard suspended flight operations. I was glad that my mom was an alarmist and had forced my dad to flee early. When we were finally allowed to go see Lizzy's apartment we discovered that it was gone. There was a huge pile of debris where it had been; the keel of an overturned yacht poked out of the area where her living room had been. Lizzy's office had fared no better. She had worked in a clapboard building that faced the seawall. It had been painted a bright yellow with green trim and white accents. It had fit in well with the whole motif of the area's businesses. An old fashioned shingle had announced the name of the establishment. Now the cheery yellow façade was gone. All that was left standing was the front deck, which was tiled heavily toward the street. I held Lizzy as she mourned her losses. We had found nothing in the rubble of her apartment that could be salvaged. I was glad that she had thought to bring all of her irreplaceable stuff to my house with her. During the effort to find her boss to determine a plan of moving forward, we found out that he was one of the hundreds missing. His body would be recovered two weeks later in the ship channel, still clad in the pajamas he'd worn to bed that night. My parents' home on the Bolivar Peninsula was also wiped out. When I was finally able to get to their lot all I saw was the pylons. I snapped a few pictures and drove back home. I looked around and struggled to comprehend it all. Just a month ago I had been out there. Mr. and Mrs. Garrett had been painting their house a serene shade of blue. Mr. Preston had been detailing his car while Mrs. Preston and their youngest daughter had been working on the flower beds. The new people right across the road had been measuring and planning for landscaping. Now as I looked around and all I saw were downed trees, empty lots, and washouts. Over 100 people were unaccounted for, and I hoped that those that I knew were not among them. Life went on as it always does. Mom and dad heard from their neighbors and all were known to be safe. They were all homeless and waiting on FEMA to stop dragging their heels. Lizzy decided against trying to get aid from FEMA when I invited her to move in with me. It wasn't a tough move; all of her worldly possessions were already at my house. She was able to buy the rest of what she needed with the money from her renter's insurance. She was quickly able to find a job near the Johnson Space Center and my work pace picked up as we had to get replacement parts out to damaged refineries. By Halloween our lives were back to normal. I proposed to Lizzy on New Year's Eve in front of everyone at Jay and Brandi's party. She accepted and we set a June wedding date. We were married the first weekend of June on the beach in Galveston. It looked odd without the piers, but some buildings were being rebuilt and life was pretty much normal. Shortly after we got back from our honeymoon cruise, I came upon a deal on a house in Seabrook. The house had been damaged during Ike and was being sold for pennies on the dollar it was worth. After surveying the house with a contractor friend I bought it and over the next few months I spent every spare minute I had refurbishing the house. We moved in at the end of August and settled in nicely. We were able to cut thirty minutes off of Lizzy's commute and only added five minutes to mine. All was fine and dandy until two years ago when Jay called me into his office. "Carey why are you still a floor grunt?" he asked me as I entered his office. "Cause Loren just won't let me have his job," was my smart assed reply. "Seriously. Haven't you ever considered trying to move up in the company?" "Jay you know me. I don't play well with guys who expect me to suck their dick. The only reason you and I talk is our history. Management doesn't like me because I won't pull out the pom-pom's and scream 'Rah Rah Rah' every fucking time someone talks about this company." Then he laid it on me. "Carey, I'm moving up another notch. I'll be just below Loren and all of the floor managers will report to me. I want you to take one of the new floor manager jobs." "Why do I get the feeling there is a big dick coming into this conversation soon?" "The position does require more travel." "The position does require more travel." Those words echoed through my head the rest of the day and all the way home. As it was I had to travel at least once a year, as every shop grunt had to go play service technician once in a while. I even used what Renee's therapist boyfriend had even helped me enough to allow me to go to a bar or two with the other guys from the job. I stopped and got a twelve pack of Bud on my way home. Lizzy saw the beer and said "Uh oh. Did we have a bad day at work my sweet?" I went to her and gave her a kiss. "Yeah, I got offered a promotion." "Yay! So the beer is to celebrate!" "Not exactly. I'm not sure I like the offer." I then told her all about my conversation with Jay. "Traveling is fun honey. I don't know why you don't enjoy it. If it didn't mean being away from you I'd find a job that required more travel." "Yeah," I said. "Travel is fine when you go to places like New York, or Milan. I get to go to shit holes like Prudhoe Bay Alaska and Chum Creek Alabama. Only scenery I get to see on my travels is covered in pipelines and sweaty assholes with their ass cracks showing." "Well I think you'll make a sexy manager, and you'll be less sweaty when you get home at night." "Until you make me sweaty that is," I said as I began advancing on her. She squealed and ran up the stairs and I gave chase. The next morning I told Jay I would take the job. To this day I regret ever saying yes. I found that the only thing better than the TSA groping was the financial debrief Loren's brother and accounting manager, Walt put you through when you turned in your expense report. I had to stand there and explain once why I had an extra cup of coffee on my expense report once. "I bought the service tech a fucking cup of coffee," I told Walt. Then I pulled four quarters from my pocket and slammed them down on his desk. "Don't worry about it Wally, that cup is on me." That afternoon ended by me walking off the job after Loren and Jay read me the riot act for being a dick to Walt. Jay came to my house that evening as I was perusing the help wanted ads to beg me to come back. I went back the next day. The next time someone had to travel they had to read a rules list for spending company money while on the road. At least I knew if I was on the road and had an issue at home Jay could be depended on to help. During my last road trip a valve on the toilet had jammed and flooded the bathroom. Lizzy had called me in a panic and I told her I'd call my dad and have him go fix it. Her dad had trouble operating a plunger. My dad wasn't home so I called Jay. He told me he'd go fix it and help Lizzy clean up. I called Lizzy back and told her that help was on the way. That evening when I called Lizzy she seemed tired, but told me that Jay had been a god send and had helped clean up all of the water. I hated having to travel, but I loved the "welcome home" sex marathons When you hang the title of manager on a floor guy, it is like gelding a stallion. The mares, or floor grunts don't want anything to do with you. As far as they're concerned you have gone to the other side and are no longer trustworthy. Plus you feel like an asshole if you have to come down on a guy for doing something that you yourself had done for years. The stallions or other managers don't really look at you as an equal. At least Loren and Jay had the foresight to put me in charge of a different group of guys than I had worked with, but unfortunately the group had the highest number of failures in the field so I was tasked with improving that stat. For the first six months I was immersed in learning the processes used in my groups' day to day work. I immediately tried to improve a few tasks I saw as moronic and useless. This ended up with me butting heads with engineers almost on a daily basis. Finally one day I told Loren and Jay if they wanted me to appease the egg heads that I would tender my resignation on the spot. I knew the design engineers didn't like people poking holes in their processes, but most of them knew little of how things were done on the floor. By time all was said and done, I had an engineer as a liaison between me and the rest of the engineers. Loren had also, although begrudgingly, given me carte blanche budget considerations, deciding that whatever I spent to fix issues in plant would translate to fewer field failures later. Just as I got the ball really rolling, someone decided I needed to view more field failures to make sure I was implementing the right fixes. In the past year and a half I have been sent out of town at least once a month, sometimes twice. But this trip really pissed me off. Jay always had a smirk on his face when he gave me these travel orders. I think he just gets off on knowing he can inconvenience me. This time was different. Since Hurricane Ike had pummeled us in 2008 we'd had the good fortune of avoiding the nameable storms. There had been a scare or two, but nothing to make people evacuate. But for some reason people had been on edge since tropical depression 147 formed two days prior in nearly the same place as Ike had formed in 08. She was moving slowly but meteorologists were keeping a close eye on her. In a few days, tropical depression 147 bloomed into Hurricane Kate. I told Jay that I wasn't happy with being sent out again so soon. It was three days away from home when I wasn't comfortable being away. He argued that Kate was still in the south Atlantic and likely wouldn't ever amount to much, and even if she did she wouldn't even be to Haiti by time I got back. "You better have my replacement hired by time I get back," I said as I ripped the itinerary out of his hand. . I intended to stay on long enough to get my trip expenses paid and then I was looking elsewhere. He didn't chase after me asking me to reconsider so he either thought I was joking or he didn't care. When I landed in Fairbanks two days later Hurricane Kate was already bearing down on Haiti. I smiled at the possibility that Jay might have to travel down there to help our service people repair damage. I knew it wasn't going to be me. I'd already had a job offer from EXJ's largest competitor. The commute would be a little longer, but I would be paid more and I wouldn't have to travel. I had worked several times before with the foreman in Fairbanks. He seemed surprised that EXJ would send someone again. "I don't know why you're here. You guys have all seen these failures before," he told me. "I don't know either. I just looked at a set of them three weeks ago." "It would be cheaper just to send the failures back to you guys to see instead of flying up here all the time." "Maybe my replacement will implement that," I thought. I turned the news on in my room that evening and learned that Haiti had been devastated by Kate. She was now a category 3 storm and was predicted to sideswipe Cuba and possibly head to Mexico. I called home and talked to a sleepy Lizzy, and then went to sleep myself. The news the next morning was a little disheartening. Kate had changed course during the night and was projected to hit Cuba head on. The new models had her hitting northern Mexico now. I then went and spent a boring day watching guys change valves and motors. The news that evening was even worse. Kate was pummeling Cuba and now the NOAA had opened up to the possibility that she might head for the Texas coast. I cursed Jay as I dialed Lizzy's cell phone and got no answer. I figured she was asleep already. I tried to call her in the morning and still got no answer. When I figured the time difference I realized she was probably at work. I then headed out for my last day of Alaskan boredom. I spent most of the day thinking if I ever returned to Alaska I'd have to bring fishing gear. That night I called home again and got no answer. I tried the land line and also got no answer. To say I was worried would have been an understatement. My next move was to call Jay. Just as I went to call him my cell rang. The caller ID said it was Mrs. Jay, which is how I had Brandi's cell listed in my phone. I was able to answer with a calm voice. Best Friends My name is Sam. I have a friend named Paul, and we have been friends since high school. Like any best friend we have had our differences but stayed close through it all. He was a country boy like myself and was stocky with nice muscles. He was a very good looking guy and I loved him like a brother and without him I don't know where I'd be. We are both the same age, 27 at the time. He knew everything about me except this one thing, at least I don't think he does. I'm bi and he is straight and is now married. My deep dark secret is that I am in love with him and I have a girlfriend. My feelings towards him have been this way for the best part of 11 years. I want to tell him and have been very close a few times, but I can't strike up the courage. I think to myself, what would he say? Or do? Does he secretly feel the same? Would this ruin our friendship? Something I don't want to see happen. I have done some crazy things over the last few years. This one time I had gotten a picture message which was for his girlfriend at the time, which is now his wife. It was a dick pic from him. Naturally I saved it to my phone and hid it so it couldn't be found. Now I don't know why things are so different with him but I have never had feelings for a guy the way I do him. Everything about him makes my heart skip a beat. From his head to his toes, I love everything about him. He has this manly scent that drives me wild. Now of course I would look at this picture and beat off to it on occasion till it accidently got deleted. He was average size about 6.5 inches and fairly thick but he has huge balls. I'll never forget the time we were wrestling and he got my head in a leg lock and his balls came out of his shorts and were rubbing on face. I had an awkward erection I couldn't get rid of. All I wanted at that point was for him to stick his dick in my mouth and let me suck on it. I had fantasies a lot about the things I wanted him to let me do. Until this one night we had never even slept in the same before. He had to deliver a tractor trailer load of stuff to this town one day and asked me if I wanted to come, so I said sure. He made me aware that we might not get unloaded and would have to stay the night to get unloaded in the morning. I did not have a problem with this at all. Well sure enough we got up there and had to stay overnight. We drove over to the closest truck stop and went in to have dinner. After we finished eating we got cleaned up and headed back to the truck to watch some TV before bed. Paul told me his back had been hurting and asked me to take off his boots and socks, which I did. Before I got his socks off he said feet hurt too so I took it upon myself to rub them for him. Now I'm not usually into the whole feet thing. I won't even rub my girlfriends, but I loved his feet for some odd reason. So I rubbed them for about 15 minutes or so while watching something on netflix. I was more worried about him seeing the boner I was sporting in my jeans. We watched TV for about 3 hours. Then it was time for bed and my real fun began. He stood up and took off his pants and shirt, I did the same, then we laid down head to feet sleeping opposite from each other. Now beds in sleeper trucks aren't big so we were very close. At some point I woke up during the night and he was snoring. I knew Paul was in his underwear and I couldn't help myself. I reached over and pulled his dick and balls out of his boxers. I played with is erect dick for a little while until I thought he was waking up. We'll he didn't so pulled the covers up and started giving him a bj hoping he would stay asleep and shoot his load into my mouth. As I was getting into it I felt a hand on the back my head. I paused in shock and didn't know what to say to him, then he spoke up and said don't stop. At that point I started kissing up his stomach then to his neck and then to his mouth. We kissed for probably 20 minutes. I have never felt the feelings that I had at that moment in my life. He pushed me back down to his penis where I sucked on it a few more minutes until I worked my way down to his balls. I put my arms under his legs and lifted them up on my shoulders as I made my way from him balls to his nice ass. I used my tongue and put him into ecstasy and I tongued his hole and jerked him off. He caught me off guard a little as he grabbed me and flipped me over and started sucking my dick as well. I was average about 5.5 inches. I could tell he had never done this before but it didn't matter because I loved him. He kissed is way back up to me and I whispered in his hear that I wanted him to fuck me. You never know what you may encounter so I pulled some lube out of my bag and handed it to him. He said to me are you sure want this, and I replied never more sure. I had waited what seemed like an eternity for this, and now it all came down to this very moment. I told him that I had never been fucked before so he had to be easy. He lubed us up, grabbed my legs and pressed his big dick onto my tight hole. The more he pushed the more it hurt. He was gentle and slow and when he got it all in, the feeling was indescribable. It was an amazing feeling that I will never forget. As I got used to having his big dick in me, his thrusts got harder. I could feel the truck rocking with every thrust of his hips and I loved the feeling of his balls slapping my ass. It felt like only minutes had passes before he told me he was going to cum. He said I want to feed it to you. He pulled out and started filling my mouth about four time before he stopped. That was the best 30 minutes of my life. He never did get me off but that was OK I got what I wanted. The down side to all this was that I knew I could never have him for myself, but I laid with him in my arms for the rest of the night. The following morning we got up and he acted like nothing happened. It felt like my heart was ripped from chest and he said one thing that I will never forget. That never happened. So I did just that. Our friendship never changed and we are still the best of friends to this day. A part of me did die that night because I knew I would never be happy unless I had him and no one, not even my girlfriend could take the place of him in my heart.