0 comments/ 33701 views/ 17 favorites Courting Loneliness By: epiphany65 Dylan Allen smiled when he walked in to The Smoking Dog and saw that his favourite seat was unoccupied. He hurried over to the table beside the open window and claimed it by placing the morning paper and a copy of Love is A Dog From Hell on it. Then he went to the counter to order a coffee. It was almost eleven o'clock on a Saturday morning. Dylan thought that most of the regular patrons of The Smoking Dog were probably just waking up, which accounted for there still being several empty tables. Dylan was twenty-seven and had been coming to the cafe since he was sixteen. It was the sort of place that pretentious art college students with multiple body piercings and aging hippies frequented. Dylan was neither, and sometimes felt as welcome there as a fart in church, but he liked the coffee shop nonetheless. He enjoyed the atmosphere, the music they played and it was an ideal spot for people-watching. Besides, it was one of the few establishments in Weyburn that still not only allowed smoking, but almost encouraged it. Dylan returned to the table beside the window and took a seat. He smiled as his blue eyes shifted to his right and he gazed out the window. He sipped his coffee watching couples stroll by, and the occasional person walking a dog. A breeze entered through the window and he pushed his black hair back out of his eyes and picked up his book of Bukowski poems. He opened it to where he'd inserted a bookmark the night before and began reading. Dylan had almost finished his first cup of coffee and was having his fourth cigarette as he read the poetry when he heard someone speak his name. He looked up from his book and saw Andrea Taylor standing beside the table and smiling at him. "Hey," he said, returning her warm smile. He slipped his bookmark back between the pages and put his book down. Andrea pulled a chair out and sat down across from Dylan. She crossed her legs, resting her hands on her lap as her brown eyes focused on him. "I called your place a while ago, but got answer," she said. "So I figured you were here." "It's my second home," he joked, then grew silent as he looked Andrea over. "What did you do to your hair?" he asked. "What's wrong with it?" Andrea blurted out, suddenly sounding very insecure. "Nothing," he chuckled. "It looks really nice." "I bought one of those home perm kits the other day. I thought I'd try it like this for a while," she explained. Dylan's eyes lingered on his friend's curly auburn hair as he smiled. "I like it a lot," he said. "Thanks," she said, blushing. "I was wondering what you'd think." Andrea's eyes darted about, then she turned her head back towards the front counter. "I'm going to get a coffee. I'll be right back," she said. As Andrea walked to the counter Dylan followed her with his eyes. She was wearing a camel-coloured blouse with a tight black skirt and sandals. She wore no make-up, except for some lip gloss and a hint of eye liner that framed her dark eyes. Dylan's eyes lingered on her tanned, muscled calves before moving up her body. She was lithe, with slightly rounded hips and firm breasts that reminded Dylan of martini glasses. Her copper hair cascaded over her shoulders in corkscrews. For a moment he could see himself running his fingers through it as they kissed, or giving it a tug from behind as he nipped at her neck with his teeth. Dylan forced his eyes from Andrea as he mentally chastised himself for what he had been thinking. He and Andrea had been friends for the better part of ten years, and their friendship had always been perfectly platonic. Their conversations were sometimes brutally frank and often very bawdy, but the only physical intimacy they had shared was an occasional hug. Andrea returned to their table and sat down. She took a sip of coffee as her eyes wandered out the window. "She's cute," Andrea said, nodding towards a blonde woman across the street. Dylan looked out of the window, then back to his friend. "Then go introduce yourself to her," he teased. "Nah, I'm not into other girls," she said. "I was thinking you might be interested in her." "I've never really liked blondes much," he replied. Andrea surveyed the woman again. "You really should start dating again," she told him. How long has it been since you and Sara split up... three years?" "Four," he corrected. "Where is she now?" she asked. Dylan let out a heavy sigh. "She got married and moved to Ohio. I found her profile on Facebook a few months ago," he said. "Well, leave her where God flung her," his friend said, then gave him a worried look. "I hope you're not going to try to get in touch with her again." Dylan shook his head as he put his mug of coffee down. "No. That ship has sailed. She was finished with me long ago -- there's no point. What cuts though is that she thought that I was good enough to marry, but not good enough to be friends with afterwards." "I know, it's a kick in the teeth, but it's for the best, Dylan," Andrea told him. She began reaching for his hand to give it a comforting squeeze, then drew hers back. Dylan pulled another cigarette from the pack on the table and lit it. "You never did like Sara, did you?" he said as a cloud of smoke left his mouth. "She could have walked on water and you'd have criticized her for not being able to swim." Andrea hesitated, looking out of the window at a teenage boy going by on a skateboard. "It's not that I didn't like her," she said, turning back to him. "It's just that I didn't think she was right for you "Why?" he retorted. "Was it that she was too pretty? Too funny?" "No -- too shallow and vain," she said. "I think the only things I ever heard her talk about were the brand names of her clothes or this month's quiz in Cosmo. You need to meet a woman who can actually read a book, rather than try to chew the cover off one. And no offense, but you weren't exactly her type either. Sara's the type of woman who'd rather have a dead lion than a live dog." Dylan laughed. "Yeah, well... I'm not exactly a barrel of monkeys to have as a boyfriend either," he droned. "I've got a lot of baggage. Sara said that I was high maintenance when we broke up." Andrea's mouth tightened and she looked down to her coffee mug for a few moments, then locked her eyes on his again. "I'm not going to lie to you, Dylan," she began. "But, I think she's right. You've got to stop sabotaging your relationships. I see you keep repeating the same patterns. Your problem is that you have a madonna-whore complex. You expect women to conform to your unreasonable expectations. When they don't, you're threatened by it and run away and wall yourself off. Stop looking for quiet, clean girls in gingham dresses, like Bukowski wrote about." She gestured to the book of poems on the table beside the half-full ashtray. Dylan frowned, but didn't reply for a few moments. Andrea knew him better than many of his other friends did and he had to admit to himself that she was painfully accurate in her appraisal of him. "Should I look for a Scarlet Woman then, like Crowley had as his muse?" he asked. "No," she said with a shake of her head. "Both are extremes -- archetypes that only exist in the minds of insecure men like you. You've got to stop feeling threatened by women's sexuality, Dylan, or it's going to be a lonely life for you." "And you've got to stop psychoanalyzing me," Dylan said, trying to hide his irritation and growing melancholia. Undaunted by his increasingly harsh tone, Andrea said "Instead of dating women, you're courting loneliness, Dylan." "Okay, Andrea, I think you've played ten-cent psychologist enough for today," he snapped and took another haul on his cigarette. "It was my minor in college, remember? I needed it to get my degree in social work," Andrea said. "Besides, tell me I'm wrong," she retorted. "It's not that you're wrong," Dylan said. "It's just that you're cutting a little close to the bone here, Andrea." "Okay... today's session is over. Come back and see me next week. We need to discuss your oral fixation," she teased. "Thanks, Sigmund," he said as a smile returned to his face. "Avoid Freud," Andrea said. "Jung was a lot more accurate on many things, in my opinion anyway." Dylan crushed out his cigarette in the ashtray and gulped down the rest of his coffee. He stared out the window expressionless as he reflected on what Andrea had told him. The truth is not always kind, and he had accepted long ago that she wasn't always either. But he also knew that she genuinely cared for him, as he did her, and she had his best interests at heart. "What are your plans for the rest of the day?" Andrea asked, hoping to change the subject. "Nothing -- now that you've finished emasculating me," he told her. Andrea rolled her eyes. "I was planning on doing some shopping," she said. "Feel like joining me?" "Sure," Dylan said. He picked up his book and stood up, leaving the newspaper for the next person who came along. "I can put that in my purse so you don't have to carry it around." Andrea reached out for the poetry book in his hand and gave the cover a quick look. "You've got to stop reading the ramblings of mad alcoholics," she advised. "They only feed your fragile ego and make you afraid of relationships even more." Dylan said nothing, knowing that if he did, it would only result on another onslaught of Andrea probing the dark corners of his mind. Instead, he followed her out of the cafe and down the sidewalk. As they walked, Dylan stole glances at Andrea from the corner of his eye, noticing how her firm breasts bounced as she moved. He surmised that she was braless, but knew that was a fairly safe bet with Andrea anyway, since she seldom wore one when not at work. This was something about her that Dylan always got a thrill out of. He also found distracting at times and tried to pretend to be oblivious to. As they passed a store displaying dresses and blouses in the window Andrea's pace slowed. She gave a tug at Dylan's arm. "Let's go in here," she said. Dylan followed Andrea inside the store and ran his eyes over the clothes on display. He saw no men's clothing and began to feel out of place. Andrea had taken a jade green blouse from a rack and was holding it up to herself as she stood in front of a mirror. "How does this look?" she asked, turning around to face him. "Nice," he said as he ran his eyes over her. "Just nice?" she said with a frown. "Well, it's just a blouse," he said with a shrug. Andrea gave her head a shake as she rifled through more clothes. When she found a black knit skirt she let out an excited gasp. "I'm going to go try this stuff on," she said. Dylan watched Andrea wander off towards a changing room in a corner of the store. He stood in place, hoping that she wouldn't take too long. A little while later he heard her call out to him from inside the changing room and walked over towards the closed door. "What is it?" he asked. Andrea opened the door. She was wearing the blouse and skirt that she had picked out and looking nervous. "So, how do they look on me?" she asked. Dylan smiled as he noticed how the tight blouse accentuated her firm breasts and the skirt hugged her ass and hips. "Really good," he said. Andrea twisted herself around to look in the mirror. "The skirt doesn't make my butt look big?" she asked, laughing at the cliche that had just come out of her mouth. Dylan could feel his cock beginning to harden and was worried that Andrea would notice. "No, it looks... fine," he drawled, staring at his friend's very nice backside. "I probably shouldn't be asking you anyway," she giggled. "I know it's tits you go for." "Yeah," he agreed self-consciously. Andrea frowned, peering down at her chest for a few seconds. "Hmmm... maybe I can find one of those miracle bras that pushes the girls up so they look bigger," she said with a giggle. Dylan laughed and took another look at her breasts pushing out at the blouse. Her nipples had stiffened and he was tempted to tell her that she already looked incredibly sexy without a bra, but said nothing. "Okay, I'm going to put my clothes back on, then you can help me pick out a bra," she said. "Ah... okay," he said as he stepped away from the changing room. Once Andrea had changed she lead Dylan, albeit reluctantly, to the other side of the store. She began sifting through undergarments while he stood a few yards away. After a few minutes she held up a black lace bra on a white plastic hanger and turned to him. "What do you think about this?" she asked. "It looks really sexy," he grinned, imagining her wearing it. "Good," Andrea said with a satisfied smile. While Andrea returned to the changing room Dylan strolled towards the front of the shop, thinking lewd things about her as he gazed at people passing by. A little while later when he heard her voice he wheeled around and saw her at the counter paying for her purchases. Once she was finished she joined him beside the exit. "Let's go," she said, sounding cheery. Dylan followed Andrea out of the store. They turned left and continued up the sidewalk. After a few minutes she turned to him. "Feel like coming over for a while?" she asked. "Sure," he said. "Cool. You can give me your opinion about my new clothes." She smirked at him as they walked along. "I've already seen them on you," Dylan replied. "They look good." "But you haven't seen me with my new bra on." Andrea had a nervous, yet flirtatious look on her face. Dylan found her expression out of place within the context of their friendship, but it made his cock twitch and begin to stiffen. He quickened his pace, now eager to get to Andrea's apartment on Oxford Street. When they arrived at her apartment Andrea dropped her purse on the kitchen table. "I'm going to go put these things on," she said. "Help yourself to whatever, if you want something to eat or drink." "Thanks," Dylan called out as he watched Andrea stride down the hall towards her bedroom. After searching the fridge and pouring himself half a glass of milk, Dylan found some cheese scones in a cupboard. He sliced and buttered one, then leaned against the counter to eat it. When he heard Andrea's bedroom door open he looked up. "Okay, Dylan, I need your expert opinion here," Andrea said as she entered the kitchen. "Tell me how I look with my new bra on." Dylan could feel his eyes widen and his mouth break into a smile as he looked Andrea over. Her blouse hugged her waist and chest, but he knew it was her new bra that was pushing her breasts up into firm peaks. He loved how they looked. His cock was rock hard and throbbing within seconds. "Does that smile mean you approve?" she asked as she stepped closer. "Yeah," he said with a nod, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Look, I've even got cleavage," she announced happily. Andrea pulled at the top button of her blouse and undid it, then opened her blouse to reveal the tops of her rounded breasts rising from the black bra. Dylan stared at them for a few moments, stricken with lust. When he raised his eyes she was smiling at him and her cheeks had grown pink. "Do they look okay?" she asked. "Yeah, they look really nice," he said looking down again. "Thanks," she gushed, then regained her composure. "You know what's funny... you've known me all these years, and that's the first time you've seen my boobs -- or at least that much of them anyway." "Well, you never wear tops that show them off," he remarked. Andrea frowned, taking a quick look down at her chest. "I don't have much to show off," she lamented. "You can't make that claim anymore," he said. "Because now I know better." Dylan brought the last bit of his cheese scone to his mouth then took a bite. As he finished eating it he noticed Andrea observing him. He looked at her, puzzled by her expression. "What?" he asked. "I like watching you eat," she said after several seconds of tense silence. She had taken another step closer and was still staring at him. "What?" he asked, giving her a bewildered stare. "Watching you eat makes me wet," Andrea told him. "The way your lips and tongue move. I just know you're good at eating pussy." Dylan was pleased by Andrea's comment, but it also made him feel a little shocked and uneasy. "Ah... thanks," he stammered. "Does me telling you that bother you?" she asked. "No," he said. "I'm surprised, and a little shocked. But... you can say whatever you want to me, Andrea. You should know that by now." Andrea's eyes darted about and the right corner of her mouth wiggled as she thought for a moment. "It's just that we're friends, and there's always seemed to be this unspoken line between us," she said. "We can talk about sex and stuff, but I always got the feeling that you didn't want it to go further than that -- just talking about it." "I don't know, Andrea. It would be kind of weird, don't you think?" Dylan said. "We've been friends for almost ten years -- ever since we were seventeen. You're like a sister to me." Andrea's full lips curled into a twisted smile. "So? There's nothing wrong with a little consensual incest now and again," she shot back. "You're sick," he said, unable to hide his laughter. Andrea let out a husky laugh, then gave him an almost pleading look with her eyes. "Seriously, Dylan, haven't you ever thought about us getting together? We've already got a great friendship to build on. No one knows me better than you do." Dylan sighed and his gaze left hers. "Yeah, maybe too well," he said apprehensively and frowned. The smile drained from Andrea's face and her expression grew dismal. "So that's it... you're punishing me because of the guys I've been with." "I'm not punishing you, Andrea," he said forcefully, then took in a slow, deep breath. "Have I ever been disrespectful to you, or called you names?" "No, never," she said, her voice faltering. "And that means a lot to me." "Then judge how I feel by that," he said. "But, beyond that, there's this wall you've built that I can't climb over or knock down," she said. "And I want to, more than anything. But it's like your heart is surrounded by barbed wire." "Andrea, let's not get into this, okay?" Dylan's mouth turned into a tight slit as his eyes locked on hers. He turned and emptied the rest of his milk in the sink and rinsed out the glass. "See -- you're doing it again," she spat out, her voice thick with frustration. "Doing what?" he demanded, turning back to her. "Running away. Pushing away someone who really cares about you out of self-protection. Avoiding things rather than trying to resolve your issues and grow as a person. Let me help you, Dylan. Please," she said. Dylan squirmed, giving her a anguished look as he felt himself being torn in two. "I'm fine, Andrea. Thanks anyway," he told her. Andrea let out a sigh. "Well, I can't help you if you don't want it. I can only change the light bulb if it wants to change," she said defensively. "It's just that I've seen the way you look at me sometimes. I like it; a lot. It makes me wonder what's going on behind those cute blue eyes of yours, and if I might stand a chance with you." "I can't believe you'd even care, considering how well you know me and how fucked-up I am," he scoffed. "Well, I do care, a lot -- so there," she joked, hoping to diffuse the tension. "Part of your problem is that you're so insecure that you can't believe that anyone could love you or find you sexy, so you look for reasons to try to convince yourself that she's just jerking you around or it wouldn't work out anyway. You sabotage the relationship as soon as it begins, rather than just taking it as it comes at face value." Dylan pushed his hands deep in the pockets of his jeans and stared at the floor. Courting Loneliness "So, are you going to leave now?" she asked, concerned by the look on his face. "Not unless you want me to," he muttered. "No. Of course I don't want you to leave," Andrea said. "How about watching a movie?" Dylan nodded and followed her in to the living room. He sat on the far side of the couch, watching her as she sorted through her DVD collection. His eyes were drawn to her curvy ass and hips, then he recalled how her breasts looked and wished that he could see all of them, without the bra on. "How about "When Harry Met Sally"?," she suggested, holding up the DVD case. "That movie reminds me of us." Dylan groaned. "How about some escapism?" he suggested. Andrea turned back to the stack of DVDs. "How about "Dead Man" then?" "Yeah. I haven't seen that in a couple of years," Dylan said. Andrea started the movie, then sat down to his left on the couch. She kicked her sandals off and tucked her feet under her. She fought a smile and felt her clit begin to jump when she caught Dylan glance at her from the corner of his eye. Her heart began to race and her mind filled with the possibilities. Once the movie ended Andrea got up and turned the television off. She sat back down on the couch, closer to Dylan than before and turned to face him. She could feel the tension between them and almost hear her heart beating. A vague smile appeared on her face as she leaned into him. When Andrea's moist lips met Dylan's she heard him let out a throaty moan, partially out of surprise, but also arousal. She cupped the nape of his neck, kissing him harder and parting her lips wider to receive his probing tongue. His hands moved up and down her back as they kissed, tongue's darting about and lips sucking. After a few moments she eased away with a moan and smiled at him. "Wow... you're a really good kisser," she said. "I always suspected you'd be, but that was great." Dylan was beaming as he stared into her eyes and his tongue ran over his lower lip. "Tell me something... honestly," she said. "What?" His voice was heavy with arousal now and his breathing a little rapid. "What were you thinking about when we kissed?" Andrea asked him. "You, of course," he said, furrowing his brow, surprised by her question. Andrea slid closer and rested her hand on his left knee. "Not the other guys I've kissed?" she prodded as her eyes narrowed. "No, of course not," he said without hesitation. "Just you, and... you know." "No. What? Tell me," she pleaded. She slid her hand over his waist and along his thighs. Dylan twisted around on the couch to face her. The smile had not left his face and his cheeks were flushed. "I was thinking how nice it was," he sighed. "How your lips and tongue felt." "That's all?" she prodded. "Yeah," he told her, then paused to think for a moment. "You know, what's strange, I guess, is that when I'm around you, when we're talking and hanging out, all I think about is you and the present -- never the past. It's like the past never existed, and even if it did, the future is far more important to me." "There's hope for you yet," she said half-jokingly. Dylan beamed a smile at her. "You mean there's hope for us," he corrected. He put his arms around her and pulled her to him, then kissed her cheek. Andrea looked at him -- astonished, but happy and relieved. She slipped her arms round him and rested her head on his shoulder. When he embraced her she sighed and pressed herself tighter to his chest. "How does this feel?" she asked. "Great... kind of weird, but not in a bad way," he said as he stroked her back. "Now imagine it being like this all the time," Andrea said. "I do -- a lot," he admitted. "Sometimes my mind starts running away from me and I imagine how wonderful it would be, then... I'm confronted by the same old fears and insecurities." "What fears?" she asked. "Tell me, Dylan, please. Open up to me for once." Dylan sighed heavily. "That I could never satisfy you in the long run," he said. "That you'd be happy with me for a while, but that you'd always compare me to the other guys you've known and I just wouldn't measure up and you'd grow bored of me eventually." "Look, Dylan, I've given it a lot of thought... given us a lot of thought. If the past -- my past -- mattered to me even a fraction in the way it does to you, we wouldn't be having this conversation. It haunts me, but I don't ever want to relive it. I'm beyond that now. Do you really think that if I thought that way -- that you don't measure up to anyone I've known, that I'd be pouring my heart out to you like this and risking rejection, not to mention our friendship? If that's how I felt I wouldn't waste my time on you. I'd be looking elsewhere. I like to think I've matured enough to know what I really want -- who I want. Love and sex are two very different things, you know? I've had sex plenty of times, but I want more than just that. Hell, I think I could do without sex if I knew a guy truly loved me and respected me." Dylan knew that he couldn't argue with her logic. "I know what you mean," he said. "It's just that my heart and my head need to get in sync," he told her with a thin smile. "What does your heart tell you?" she asked. "That you're the one," he told her without hesitation. "Then ignore your head," she advised. "A person's heart will never lie to them, but their head will deceive them." "So, what now?" Dylan asked. "Just relax," she said in a soothing voice. "Don't think -- just feel with your heart." The room was quiet as Dylan and Andrea remained still on the couch, bodies entwined. Their silent fears vanished as they embraced one another, as well as the present. They thought about nothing or no one except the one they were holding. "This is a lot better than watching you eat," Andrea said about ten minutes later and chuckled. "Oh?" he grunted, looking down at her. "Yeah," she breathed. "Watching you eat has never made me as wet as I am right now." "Really?" Dylan replied, surprised and excited by her words. Andrea sat up and ran her hands down his sides to his hips. "Check for yourself," she said, giving him a sultry smile. Andrea raised up on her knees and took Dylan's hand in hers. Slowly, she guided it under her skirt and up towards her damp panties. Her eyes never left his as she pressed his fingers to her soft, wet petals, urging him to caress her. A moan welled in her throat and left her parted lips as his fingers pushed harder on her folds and her panties slid between her wet lips. She tugged at her skirt, drawing it up to her hips and steadied herself on his shoulders. "God, you feel so good," Dylan said. His thumb was rubbing her hard clit as his fingers stroked her mound. "Finger me," she moaned. "Feel how wet you make me, Dylan." Dylan tugged at the gusset of her panties and uncovered her wet lips. His middle finger slid inside her and he felt her gripping it as she clutched his shoulders harder. She let out a loud moan and began moving her hips in a tight circle. Her musky juice began to trickle down Dylan's hand and he pumped his finger harder and deeper in her. "Yes... keep doing that," she said. "Shit, that feels so good." Dylan tugged at Andrea's panties until they were at her knees. He slid from the couch and knelt down, running his hands over her soft thighs and pulling her closer by her hips. Andrea laid down and he slung her legs over his shoulders and ran his hands up to her firm ass. He could smell her musky scent as his mouth moved closer. He moaned as his tongue ran up her dripping pussy. He tugged at her lips with his thumbs, spreading them so he could flick his tongue up and down over her throbbing clit, then in a circle. Her hands ran through his hair as she held him to her wet slit, moaning. When Dylan shoved his tongue deep in her she cried out and arched her back, rubbing herself over his mouth and chin. Dylan's tongue began stabbing at her, pushing deep within her as his nose rubbed her pulsing clit. "Oh fuck, Dylan," she cried out. "God... that feels wonderful. Shove your tongue in me." When Dylan's wet lips pinched her clit Andrea let out another throaty moan. He swirled his tongue around her pink button before pinching it between his lips again and tugging at it. She arched her back as she came on his face. Dylan slipped a finger in her and began moving it as he continued sucking and flicking his tongue over her throbbing clit. She was grinding her pussy against him and it made him crave her even more. When she came again he felt her juice run down his chin and he buried his tongue deep in her, feeling her squeeze it as her orgasm consumed her. He loved the feeling and the scent of her and wanted her juice all over his face. "No... no more," she cried out. "My clit's too sensitive now... shit." Andrea crawled backwards on the couch and collapsed, panting. Dylan sat down on the couch between her splayed legs and laid down so his head was resting on her stomach. He closed his eyes and filled his nostrils with her wonderful scent. She ran her fingers through his hair as his hand glided up then down her stomach to her left thigh. "I just knew you'd be a wonderful lover." Andrea's breathing had slowed but her voice was still husky. "Was I okay?" he asked, looking up at her. "Okay?" she gasped. "I feel like I've been fucked, and that was just your tongue." Dylan smiled as he rested on her stomach, feeling it rise and fall with her breathing. His hand moved down and he rubbed her dripping pussy, then gave it a few long, slow strokes with his tongue. "Give me a chance to recover before you go at me again," she said with a laugh. Dylan looked up at her and smiled, then slid up her body to lay beside her. He draped his arm over her and kissed her pink cheek. He stared at her chest and began working at the buttons of her blouse. Andrea opened her eyes and smiled. "Want to see them?" she asked, grinning. "Yeah, I have for the past ten years," he said. Dylan spread her unbuttoned blouse open wide and cupped her right breast. It was firm, like he expected, and he began teasing her hard pink nipple through her bra. She watched, running her fingers up and down his forearm. When he slid her bra aside to uncover her left breast and began sucking at her thick nipple she sighed and ran her hand down his back. "We should have done this long ago," she said. "I wanted to, but our friendship mattered more," he said. "I didn't want to risk ruining that." "Yeah... I know how you feel," she said. Andrea watched as he pulled the right panel of her bra away from her firm breast. He squeezed her mound hard and wrapped his lips around her hard nipple, smearing her juice that coated his mouth and chin over her soft skin. He could still taste her and he imagined that her swollen nipple was her clit and began working his tongue over it harder and faster. When Dylan began pulling her panties down the rest of the way she said "I was just thinking that I should pull those back up." Dylan smiled at her as he dropped her panties to the floor. "No... I'm not finished with you," he said and pressed his lips to her mouth. "Mmmm... I can taste my pussy on you," she said. "It tastes good, doesn't it?" he said and kissed her again. "I guess," Andrea said. "But if you like it, that's all that matters." "I love it," he said and reached down to stroke her wet folds and clit. Andrea closed her eyes and smiled while Dylan tenderly stroked her pussy and teased her nipples with his skillful mouth. She decided that if this moment with him was all that she would ever have that at least she had some happy memories of being made love to by him. Questions and worries began to swirl around her head but she banished them, deciding instead to focus on the present so she could remember it clearly for the rest of her life. After a while Dylan grew still. His hand was resting on her soft, wet pussy. His eyes were locked on hers and he had an odd expression on his face. It worried Andrea and she ran her hand through his hair, thinking for a few moments. "What's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing," he said. "It sort of surprises me." "Huh?" she grunted. "I always knew that it would be great if we got together. But I always thought, or maybe worried, that I'd still feel that gnawing in my stomach, like I get when I let my insecurities eat away at me. But it's not there. Nothing. Being with you chased them away." Andrea turned her head and kissed his cheek. "But what if they come back?" she asked, fearing his answer. "They won't, as long as you're there to hold me," he said. "I will be, if it's what you want," she promised. "It's what I've wanted for a very long time." "I do want it. I want you," he told her. "Then let's go to my room so you can have me, finally," Andrea said. Dylan and Andrea got up from the couch and walked down to her bedroom. Each undressed quickly, observing the other, admiring the body that they had longed for and had been curious about for years. They were in a hurry to be joined together, but it was the emotional bond and moving beyond a friendship they yearned for, rather than just the act itself. "God, you're beautiful," Dylan said. His eyes moved up and down Andrea's body as she stood before him naked for the first time. "Thanks," she said in a soft voice. "You look even better than I've imagined." She ran her hands down his sides, then traced her fingertips up the underside of his hard shaft. Her fingers curled around it and she kissed him. Dylan took Andrea by the hand and they sat down on her bed. His hands rested on her shoulders as they kissed and he moved her on to her back. As he moved between her open thighs he felt her hands move down his back to his hips. He slid his hand along the underside of her right thigh to her calf and wrapped her leg around him. As the head of his shaft pressed against her shiny pink lips and parted them as he pushed in her, he kissed her mouth. "I've wanted this for so long," he said. "Me too..." she sighed. When he began thrusting into her Dylan felt Andrea's nails dig into his arms. She held him tightly deep within her and began rocking her hips. She was tight and hot and Dylan looked down, watching his shaft slide in and out of her. He gripped her left hip and his movements became faster as their passion grew. "God, Dylan... keep doing that. It feels wonderful," she said and moaned. Dylan bent down and wrapped his lips around her right nipple. He sucked and tugged at it as his heavy balls slapped against her and his shaft moved deeper. Her breasts began to shake as he pumped harder into her tight pussy and lowered himself down, resting his weight on her. "Fuck me, Dylan... harder. Fill me with your hard cock," Andrea said. She reached down and began rubbing her clit hard, moving her hand away from it briefly to hold his full balls as his shaft moved inside her, hitting bottom, then almost back out completely before he buried it in her again. "God, Andrea... this is so perfect," he moaned and kissed her pink cheek. Andrea pressed down on her throbbing clit and looked up into his narrowed eyes. The passion in them excited her and she tugged at his hair, pulling his mouth to hers. Now they were locked together in two places and neither ever wanted their union to end. Dylan held Andrea's head gently in his hand as he sucked on her lower lip. The feeling of her squeezing his cock inside her was bringing him closer. His breathing was rapid and his face felt hot. "Oh god, Andrea..." he cried out when he knew he couldn't hold out any longer. "Cum on me... mark your new territory, Dylan... claim me," she moaned. Dylan pulled his cock from her tight pussy and began stroking. Seconds later he watched as he painted her breasts and chin with his thick cum. She moaned and her tongue darted out. Dylan's moans grew louder as another stream of jism shot from his twitching shaft and sprayed across her flushed cheek. It slowly ran down towards her jaw and she wiped it from her and licked it from her finger. Then she reached for his cock and slid her lips over it, tasting their mingled juices until she felt him begin to soften. She licked her lips and smiled at him as he collapsed on the bed to her right. Andrea turned on to her side to face Dylan. She could feel his thick cum on her face and neck and she loved knowing that a part of him was still on her. She kissed his cheek, running her hand down his chest. "Thank-you," she said in a hushed voice. "Don't thank me," he told her. "I've wanted this for so long, Andrea. And it was wonderful." He slid his fingers around to the nape of her neck and kissed her softly. "I meant thank-you for showing me what it feels like to be made love to," she said. Dylan smiled. "Well, they don't call it making love for nothing," he said and let out a faint laugh. "It's how I feel, Andrea." "Me too." She slid closer and rested her head on his shoulder as her fingers traced along the trail of hair leading down to his cock. "I need to thank you too," he told her. "For what?" she asked. "For showing me how to stop courting loneliness," he said. "From now on I hope to be courting you instead -- if it's what you want." "Dylan, you know it's what I want -- what I've needed for so long," Andrea said. "Finally, not only are my heart and head in sync, but we are too," he told her. The sun was getting low in the sky as Dylan and Andrea lay together in bed. Their eyes were focused on each other, but their hearts and minds were fixed on their future together.