8 comments/ 15276 views/ 29 favorites Escape from the Friend Zone By: LunarSirius The author thanks SlaveGirl70 for inspiring and editing this story. This story contains straight sex between one man and one woman. ***** Kevin was motionless as he stared at the stapler at the back of his desk. The only indication of life was the occasional blink of his eyes and the rhythmic motion of his chest. A framed picture of a young woman in a french-cut bikini was the lone reminder of his former vitality. The woman was tall, thin and blonde, Her skin was tan and her eyes were blue. She posed on a tropical beach with one leg forward and her hands on its bent knee. An immense cylindrical rock protruding in the background formed a phallus that was substantial enough to assail her formidable beauty. His phone rang. He stirred only to lift the picture between his index finger and thumb and drop it in his waste bin. He was 29. He'd been to college and now he was employed. He was fit and good-looking with a free-spirited style that many women found appealing. Life had been good up until a few hours ago, when he learned that his relationship wasn't as solid as he'd thought. His phone rang again. He kicked the waste bin into the farthest corner of his small cubicle. He thought of the quaint little chapel that he had reserved for their wedding and the exotic cottage on stilts in the shallow waters of Bora Bora for their honeymoon. Yesterday he'd been excited about the future; today he had an engagement ring in his wallet and a bunch of deposits to claw back. His phone rang yet again. "If you don't answer that I'm going to use your phone for skeet practice," said Connie from the adjacent cube. Kevin fished his phone out of his pocket and answered by saying, "Pull," loud enough for Connie to hear. "Pull yourself, buddy. Are we beating off or shooting?" "Hey Dave, what's up?" Dave had been Kevin's wingman since he could remember. He wasn't the sit on your wingtip, cover your every move kind of wingman, he was more of a Han Solo, come whizzing in at that last moment wingman. It had been months since they had spoken, and yet here he was zooming in when he was needed most. "I hear you finally dumped that nasty bitch." "Yeah, something like that." Kevin wondered how Dave had heard the news. The breakup had only happened last night and he hadn't mentioned it to anyone. "That means you can come out to play." "Sorry, I don't feel like playing right now." "Oh, you want to sulk alone at home. You know if you don't get right back in the saddle the terrorists win, right? Are you going to let the terrorists win?" "Fuck you, Dave." "Is that any way to talk to your best friend?" "No, it's just that I don't feel like going out." "Look, she did you a favor. She was a living, breathing terror and she would have been a full-blown terrorist once you got married." Kevin didn't respond, so Dave knew that victory was imminent. "Be at Flannery's at 6:30 tonight or the terrorists win." "Okay, I'll try." "Try not. Do." Kevin hung up the phone and wiggled the mouse. His computer screen lit up. It was three in the afternoon and he hadn't logged in yet. Connie poked her head into his cube. "What's going on?" She was the big beautiful woman that kept everyone in the office on their toes. She wore an oversized blouse with a plunging neckline and tight-fitting pants. The blouse was a print with bright orange flowers on a purple background. Her pants matched the purple in the blouse. "Janet and I broke up." "The way you were moping around, I figured something like that had happened. It was kind of sudden though, wasn't it?" "Yeah, I didn't see it coming." "I can always make myself available." She smiled at Kevin and leaned forward to expose her ample cleavage in the deep neckline of the blouse. He could see the lace of her black bra and the little jewel that dangled from between the bra's cups. "Does Herb know you talk to me like this?" "Herb's not selfish, you know. He lets me have my fun." She tipped her shoulders from side to side, making her boobs bounce as the jewel swung from side to side. "Yea, I know. You tell me almost every day." Kevin had seen her boobs bounce many times. "Well, someday maybe you'll see what a good deal you've been missing." She stood up and swung her hips from side to side as she spoke. "I just don't think I could forgive myself for breaking Herb's heart." "Don't you worry about Herb. Twenty years of marriage have made his heart as hard as a stone." Kevin laughed, "Are you sure that's the metaphor you want to go with?" "You know what I mean." "I do. Thank you Connie. I can always count on you." Kevin stood up and gave her a hug. She grabbed his tie and said, "You go out with your friend, understand?" "I will." "You promise?" "I promise." ----- Flannery's had been the trendy bar a couple of years ago. Now it was popular without being crowded. It was decorated in the heavy, dark wood of an English pub. The food and drink were good and the atmosphere was lively. Kevin took a seat at the bar and scanned the surrounding faces to make sure he hadn't missed Dave. His eyes unexpectedly landed on a familiar face that he hadn't seen in a long time. "Mary?" "Hey Kevin. I was hoping I'd see you tonight." Mary's radiant smile jolted Kevin from his funk. Mary, Dave and Kevin had been inseparable as kids. They played Kick the Can, Dodgeball and Red Rover. They swam in the creek, climbed trees and built forts. In high school they were each other's confidants and steadfast supporters. They shared rides and intimate secrets. It wasn't until college that they began to drift apart. Jobs and significant others had reduced their contact to occasional phone calls and long-planned get togethers. He asked, "Are you here to meet Dave?" "Yes. He called this morning and said he had something important to discuss." "Did he say that he would meet you here, or just tell you to be here?" Mary looked through the texts on her phone. "He said, 'Be at Flannery's at 6:30'." "Then I think it's just me and you." "That works for me." Her smile was irresistible. Kevin ordered a drink, then he followed her to a quiet table in a corner. She wore a little black dress and heels that combined to make her body look spectacular. She swung her hips like she meant business. It was almost like they hadn't been friends for twenty years; it was almost like she wanted to score. He wished that he'd worn something more interesting than a blue shirt with tan khakis. How much more boring could he possibly be? Even his tie was dull. But Mary had known him long enough to overlook how he dressed. She was obviously here to help keep his mind off Janet. That must have been Dave's plan all along. "The last I heard you were getting married," she said as she scooted her chair in. "Yeah, we were engaged for nine months. Everything was going well until a couple of months ago when she started working at a new law firm. Last night, she told me that one of the partners had more than a professional interest in her, and she moved out." "Ouch, I bet that hurt." "It did up until about five minutes ago." Kevin gave her an encouraging smile. Mary was in good form, so why dwell on Janet? "Enough of my shattered love life, how's yours?" Mary was a petite brunette with freckles. She was smart without making him feel dumb and witty without making him feel dull. Her conversations effortlessly included everyone around her. She stirred her drink with her straw. Her green eyes sparkled and her entire face lit up as she smiled. She looked up over the rim of her glass and regarded him with a look that meant trouble. "What's it worth to you?" There was something devious and erotic about her response. Aparently compassionate consolation was not on the menu. "What, you're charging for answers to simple questions now?" "Well, you know, knowledge is power." She gave an enticing smile. "Are you going to make me an offer?" Kevin was confused. If he hadn't spent the last twenty years in the friend zone he would have sworn she was flirting with him. His pulse accelerated and his face flushed. He had spent years longing for more than her friendship, so he wasn't sure he was reading her correctly. "Are you thinking money?" "Maybe, but it would have to be a lot of money. This is very privileged information." She played with her drink as she spoke. "Ah, so you want an exchange of information." "That might work too." "I've already told you my situation. Isn't that worth something?" Mary enjoyed keeping him off balance. "It might have been worth something before you told me, but now it's common knowledge." She shrugged her shoulders. Kevin tried a different approach, "What happened to the guy you were with at Dave's party last year?" Mary tapped a finger to her lip as she thought, "Oh, Bobby. We just dated a few times, but that was two years ago. I haven't seen you in a while." She took his hands in hers and engaged his eyes. "Why don't you give the inquisition a rest while you think about what I want. I'm sure you can figure it out if you give it a little thought." Her hands were soft and her expression was warm. It was obvious she was available and the whole pay for information thing was just a game. Despite that, she wanted something, and he had no idea what it was. Mary studied his hands. She lightly traced the veins in one with her fingertips. Her touch was calm and self assured. It was sensual without being overtly sexy. She asked, "What are you going to do now that you're free of The Janitor." "The Janitor?" "That's what Dave calls your ex." "I'd forgotten that." "I don't think he likes her very much." "That's an understatement, and the feelings are mutual. She's been pissed off at him since that party where he handcuffed you and I together." "Oh yes, Dave's legendary handcuff party. He does have a way of throwing memorable parties. Didn't he handcuff her to the toilet?" "That's right, he did. She didn't like the guy he was going to handcuff her to, so she dared him to do it. She should have known better. He walked around the house announcing, 'The Janitor is in the bathroom'." Kevin paused for a moment, then continued, "Do you remember how furious she was when Dave said, 'You're not pissed off, you're pissed on,' as he peed all over her shoes." Mary burst into laughter. "They were brand new Italian shoes." "In hindsight, I think Dave was deliberately trying to break us up." "I'm certain he was," Mary soberly replied. They took a synchronized sip from their drinks. Kevin thought for a moment, then said, "I'd forgotten all of that. When I think of that party, I think of sitting on the roof handcuffed to you." . Mary's smile brightened again. "It was really bittersweet. I was with Janet, but, somehow, I was better connected to you. Being handcuffed to you felt so right, but at the same time it was so wrong." "But we didn't do anything." "We didn't do anything physical, but something happened. I'd known you for years, but I'd never felt as close to you as I did that night." Mary knew exactly what he was talking about and she was happy to hear him say it. He'd been a close and dear friend for most of her life. On that night, two years ago, things changed. "Do you remember what you said to me?" Kevin knew precisely what he had said, but he pretended to have forgotten, "It had something to do with your boyfriend. Hadn't you just broken up?" "That's right, I had. You spent two hours telling me what a wonderful person I was, that the breakup was just a pothole in the highway of life and that you were certain I would find someone who could make me happy. All I had to do was be strong." Kevin took her hand. "That sounds like something I would say to you." "It was ironic that you told me I was wonderful after what happened in high school." They were quiet for a few moments, then Kevin continued, "Is that why you're here now, to tell me that I'm wonderful and all I have to do is be strong?" Mary froze for a second, then said, "No, no. I'm here to meet Dave." She took a healthy swallow from her drink. "I'm pretty sure he never intended to be here." He could tell from the look in her eyes that she knew he was right. Kevin dropped into thoughts of his own. Mary had always held a special place in his heart. Even now, he thought about her more than he cared to admit. His psyche had developed around her presence, and she had left a deep and enduring impression on who he was and what he wanted. If Dave was his distant wingman, Mary was his template for the ideal woman. His body had reacted the way it always did when she was near, with an uncontrollable mixture of joy, fear and arousal. He wanted her but he didn't want to do anything that might put their friendship at risk. Mary studied his warm brown eyes. She had grown up with their vulnerable and encouraging gaze. They had supported her in any adventure and forgave any transgression. Their unflagging support emboldened her. They gave her a confidence that she had not felt in years. She was certain that he would play along with anything she said or did. After a few moments of silence Mary picked up a menu. She looked through it then said, "I hear the oysters here are really good." "You like oysters?" "Of course, don't you?" She gave him a wry smile. "You're not giving me the oyster test are you?" He returned her smile with one of his own. She didn't want it to be completely obvious, so she said, "No, I'm sure you would pass the oyster test. I think of sharing a plate of oysters as two cannibals enjoying an acquired taste." "Are we cannibals?" While it was possible she was simply trying to take his mind off Janet, she was definitely flirting. He struggled to control the arousal that she inspired in him. "Yes, of course we are." Mary licked her lips as she straightened her posture. "Are you planning to eat me?" The image of the two of them engaged in mutual oral sex unexpectedly flooded his mind. He imagined the salty slime of oysters on his lips as his tongue explored her body. "Not that I'm aware of," said her voice while her eyes devoured him. He savored the delicious ambiguity of her reply while his erection began to form. After ordering, Kevin took out his wallet to find the lump that was making his seat so uncomfortable. It was Janet's ring. "Is that her engagement ring?" "Not anymore, now it's just a pain in my ass." "Can I try it on?" "Sure." He handed her the ring. "That's not how you do it. You have to get down on one knee and place the ring on my finger. Don't you know anything?" She acted like he was the biggest dolt to ever walk the Earth. He feebly defended himself, "I'm just letting you try it on." "If you're going to do something, you should do it right. Get down on one knee." Her voice was strong. His obedience was expected. Kevin could feel his body subconsciously respond to her assertiveness, so he tried to assert some control of his own, "What's it worth to you?" "You mean information wise?" "Yes, information wise." "It might be worth something, but I won't know until I see it on my finger." She wiggled her fingers while she looked into his eyes. "Get down on your knee," she was more forceful this time. Kevin faltered. Her dominant air was as confident as it was arousing. His cock inflated before his brain could reign it in. "On your knee," she insisted. There was now a sinister aspect to her smile. Kevin slid down from the chair and came to rest with one knee on the floor. Mary put the ring into his hand. "Now say, 'Will you please wear my ring?' and slide it on my finger." "Mary, will you please wear my ring?" Mary gave him an evil grin as looked down on him. She had already kicked off her heels, and now her stockinged toe ran up the inseam of his pants until it pressed against his hard cock. She slowly moved it up and down it's length as he knelt before her. "What's it worth to you?" Kevin was speechless. The motion of her foot on his cock set off a tremor within him. He could feel the edifice that enforced years of restraint begin to yield. Did she know how he felt about her? Did she realize how much she had tortured him by locking him in the friend zone? Did she know how fragile his self control was? She continued to softly stroke his cock with her foot. It was almost like accidental contact, except her toe traced and retraced the path up and down the length of his erection. She enjoyed seeing the helpless expression on his face, knowing that he would suffer anything for her, and feeling the pressure of his hard cock against her toe. "Answer me. What is it worth to you?" "Are you serious? I thought you wanted to wear the ring." He did his best to maintain his composure. "I don't want to wear it if you don't want me to wear it." "I asked you nicely, didn't I?" "You did, but I want more." "Please, tell me what you want." Mary's smile was replaced by a look of stern regard. "I want a second chance." Her request didn't make sense. Kevin had been locked in the friend zone for as long as he'd known her. "Did we have a first chance?" "Of course we did. Don't you remember when you drove me to the college admission interview with the alumni? You were the only one who would drive in the snowstorm. Remember that the storm became a blizzard and they closed the highway? We spent three nights in a high school gymnasium. You remember that, right?" "How could I forget? I'd borrowed my dad's car. When I got home I was grounded for the rest of forever." "That's right. You were grounded for the last semester of your senior year and I was free as a bird and on my way to college." Kevin was on his knee trying to figure out what Mary was driving at when the waitress arrived with their order of a dozen oysters on the half shell and two pints of stout. He slid the ring onto her finger, adjusted his throbbing cock and took his seat. Mary admired the ring on her finger. "It looks nice, don't you think?" He reached out, took her hand and inspected it. It was a little too big for her finger. "Does it look nice enough for you to tell me what's going on?" Mary ignored his question. "You put it on my ring finger." "Isn't that where it goes?" "It would be, if we were engaged." Kevin didn't know how to respond. Should he offer to move it, or should he wait for her to ask him? She said, "I think I like it where it is, but only for tonight. I don't like the idea of wearing another woman's engagement ring, but tonight I'll do it for you." Without waiting for him to respond, she took an oyster and covered it with Tabasco sauce. For someone that wanted something, Mary wasn't giving much. He enjoyed playing mind games with her, but he wasn't going to let her be the only one dishing it out. He tried to take the initiative. He said, "What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing?" "That's not the way cannibals eat oysters." "I see. Are you going to show me how it's done?" "It takes two people to eat oysters properly, each person eats the other's oysters. It's a ritual that enhances the sensuality of the oyster and connects the people." He tried to sound authoritative as he covered an oyster with Tabasco sauce. "But we're not people, we're cannibals." Her eyes shined with evil intent. "Ok, it connects the cannibals together." He maintained his composure as he held the shell up to her lips. "It's time for you to eat my oyster. Open your mouth." She did as commanded. He admired her green eyes, pale freckled skin and red lips. Her pink puffy tongue waited obediently, ready to catch the oyster and haul it in. He held the oyster up to her tongue, then paused and said, "Don't swallow this too quickly. Let it mingle with your tongue and taste buds. Enjoy the experience for as long as you can." Escape from the Friend Zone She nodded her head while her tongue stuck out of her mouth. He held the oyster, tipped the shell, then paused. "And don't forget to appreciate the texture. Let the mucus slide onto your tongue and flow down into your mouth." She wanted the oyster, so she held her composure despite his extended tease. He tipped the shell, presenting her with his gelatinous gift. She felt the cool mass slide onto her tongue. She carefully drew it in as she sucked at it, she didn't want to lose a drop. She let it linger in her mouth while she savored the briny flavor and the luxurious texture. She turned the slimy mass with her tongue to envelop her tastebuds within its yielding form. The sensual surrender of the oyster's body and the interactiveness of being fed by Kevin's self-assured hand combined to arouse her. "Yum. It's much better that way." She liked the way he played along. She liked it in her mind and she liked it between her legs. Mary continued, "That was really good, but you forgot the secret ingredient." She smiled as she put her finger into her mouth and collected a small mound of saliva on her fingertip. She sensually stirred the saliva, the Tabasco sauce and the oyster in the oyster's shell. Kevin watched her eyes as she concentrated on the treat she was preparing. She took her time. "It's very important that this is done correctly." Kevin was impressed by her creativity and wondered how he was going to continue upping the ante. After this there were ten oysters to go. "Open up. Now you get to eat my oyster," she said as she held the oyster up to his lips. She searched his face for any pause or sign of apprehension. There was none. He willingly accepted her fluids. The oyster slid smoothly into his mouth. He held it there and tried to discern the effect of her saliva on the tender delicacy. The enhancement of the oyster's subtle flavor was slight but undeniable. He relished the salty soft sensations in his mouth and the tantalizing textures on his tongue. He said, "Well, now I know one of your secrets," as he licked his lips. "I can't believe I let that slip. I must have been intoxicated your musky aroma." Mary enjoyed pretending that their attraction was spontaneous. She knew its actual power was in the years it had been denied. "Ah, yes. Another beautiful woman falls under the spell of my scent," said Kevin as he mixed his saliva in with the Tabasco on the next oyster. She watched him as he carefully stirred the mixture on the half shell. She imagined his fingers on her body. She imagined them attentively fomenting an uprising within her loins. She could feel the insurrection build even without his contact. The briney solution clung to his fingers as her vagnial wetness clung to her panties. She opened her mouth as he lifted the shell up to her lips and eagerly accepted the load. A little bit of thinned Tabasco dripped down the side of her mouth towards her chin. Kevin scooped it up with his index finger and slipped it into her waiting mouth. She took the finger deep and sucked on it as she would a hard cock. Kevin's cock surged with the sensations of his finger in her mouth. He slid his finger in and out of her mouth while looking her in the eye. There was no pause or hesitation on her part. She held his eyes as she took everything he had to offer. She could feel the blood build up in her vulva and the lubrication accumulate between her legs as she worked the oyster and his finger with her tongue. She scanned the room to see if anyone was watching. One guy was smiling in her direction, but she couldn't tell if the smile had anything to do with the way she was consuming oysters. She really didn't care either way. She swallowed the oyster with his finger still in her mouth. Her eyes seared into his as she did. The act was not one of calories and sustenance; it was an act of passion. It was an implicit pact between the two of them. He was now bound to deliver as she was bound to receive. Kevin wanted the oysters to last forever. He wanted to taste them from her tits and lick them from her labia. He wanted her mouth on his oyster, he wanted to feel her wet lips sliding down his hard shaft, but in only a matter of minutes there were just two oysters left. He made the best of what was left, "I'm going to slide the oyster onto your tongue. Hold it in your mouth, but don't swallow." Kevin carefully slid the oyster from its shell onto Mary's cupped tongue. Mary held it there in her open mouth. The oyster was salty with a sweet undertone and a ropey texture. She recognized the flavors in her mouth, the textures on her tongue and her position before Kevin as a metaphor for the penultimate phase of felatio. She would be permitted to swallow only after her master inspected his seed as it rested on her tongue. "Did I tell you how beautiful you are tonight?" He dipped the tip of his finger into the sloppy glob on her tongue and then used his shiny finger to slowly gloss her upper lip. She was deliciously obedient as his finger coated her lip. She wondered how long he was going to make her hold this humiliating position and noticed that most of the people in the bar were now watching her. She let out a soft gurgle. Her submission made his already hard cock even harder. "Did I tell you how happy I am to see you?" He dipped his finger again and coated her lower lip. His sincerity was obvious. She was currently the sub, but he was all hers. He struggled to maintain his dominance as his erection surged. "Did you know..." He wanted to tell her how much he thought about her, how much he cared for her and how much he loved her, but he couldn't. At least not yet. She closed her eyes with her mouth agape and submitted to him. She was his. He could do as he wished. Kevin sensed her surrender. "You may swallow now." She opened her eyes and swallowed the oyster as she savored the man in front of her. She felt the ropey texture slide down her throat, the lubricants build up in her vagina and the blood swell the folds between her legs. She imagined his cock filling her void. He had so much to offer and she wanted it all. The final oyster was on the plate. It was her revenge, there for the taking. She carefully covered it in Tabasco sauce and spread the sauce with her fingertip. She said, "Tip your head back and open your mouth." She stood up with the shell in hand. She poured the oyster into her own mouth, then leaned over Kevin as if to kiss him deeply. When her mouth was a fraction of an inch above his, she let the oyster slide from her mouth into his. He eagerly accepted the oyster from her lips, then held her by the nape of the neck and pressed her mouth to his. He rotated her around so that her head was face-up in his lap and his arm supported the small of her back. She thought that he would push the oyster back into her mouth, but he had already swallowed. Instead it was his salty tongue that violated her lips. Her tongue intermingled with his as her hands flowed over his body. She felt the taut muscles in his back and the strong shoulders that supported her. Her hands glided down to the smooth curve of his ass and the supple build of his legs. She sucked his tongue deep into her mouth, then slowly and sensuously slid her lips over the extent of its length. She imagined that his tongue was a prehensile cock with its flexing flesh writhing in her mouth. Eventually she let it slide from her between her lips. He held her face close to his as he held her in his gaze. She said, "That was worth the wait." Kevin was confused. "What wait?" "I've waited years for that kiss." "You waited? I was the one that waited! You went to winter formal with Mark Carlson, you went to prom with Jim Fischer and then you went off to college. I didn't see you doing a lot of waiting." Mary said, "You only know half the story." Her smile was gone. "What other half of the story?" "Forget it. It's not important." "More secrets? What am I missing?" "It doesn't matter. All that matters is that you and I are here now." Kevin dropped into thought. What was going on with Mary? Had he let her down somehow? "There you guys are!" said a familiar voice. Kevin looked up to see Dave and Connie with their arms around each other. Mary wrapped her arms around Kevin and said, "We kind of went on without you." "That's alright, we saw you guys were having fun and we didn't want to throw off your groove." Dave introduced Connie to Mary. "I didn't realize you guys even knew one another," said Kevin. "I needed someone to keep an eye on you. Fortunately, that someone is a sex tiger." "Growl," said Connie into Dave's ear. Kevin looked at Mary, "Were you in on this?" Mary gave an evasive look, "That's something else for you to figure out." Connie said, "I'd love to chit chat, but Herb only gave me until midnight, so I need to get this young fellow to bed." She pulled at Dave's tie, as if she was leading him away. Dave said, "It calls, duty does," as he shook Kevin's hand. He gave Mary a hug and whispered something in her ear. Then he and Connie left. After they'd left, Mary asked, "Who's Herb?" "He's Connie's husband." "She's married? What's she doing with Dave?" "Herb thinks Connie's insatiable, so he lets her have sex with whoever she wants." "If he doesn't care who she screws why does he care when she comes home?" "It's just one of his rules. It's funny because even though she'll screw anything with a dick, she follows Herb's rules to the letter." "Wow, that's really progressive, yet regressive at the same time." "I guess it works for them." Kevin held her hands with his and turned to face her. "Enough with Herb and Connie. What's going on with you and me, and why all the secrecy?" "There is no secrecy. I just don't want to spell it out. I'm here and you're here, and that should be enough. Isn't that enough?" He studied her face for a few moments then said, "Am I just too stupid to figure it out?" "No, you see it from a different perspective, so it's hard for you to put it together." "Can you give me just a little more?" Mary thought for a few moments then said, "Do you remember that my grandmother used to call the three of us mind, body and soul. Dave was mind, because he came up with all the ideas, I was body, of course, and you were soul." "I remember that." "I understood mind and body, but I could never figure out soul, that is until we got caught in that blizzard. Even then, it wasn't until after I was in college that my grandmother explained it to me. You know how people can trade their soul for money or fame by making a deal with the devil? Grandma says you did the opposite. She says that you made the choice to drive me to that interview. You knew that we would probably get caught in the blizzard and you knew you would get into trouble. She says that you traded everything for your soul." "I always liked your grandmother, but she's more than a little bit melodramatic. Did she say who I made this deal with?" "It wasn't a deal. It was a choice." "I didn't do it for my soul, I did it so you could go to college." "Exactly. Grandma says you love me and you took me to the interview even though you knew that you would lose me when I was accepted. Only you would make that choice." Kevin pretended to laugh. He felt exposed by the mention of his love for her. He couldn't deny it, but he didn't want to admit it either. "Your grandma's great, but you would have gone away to school no matter what I did, and I never had you to begin with." "Maybe, but the point is that you chose to pay the price so I would have the opportunity." All of her words rang true, but Kevin didn't understand why it was a big deal. He'd done a lot of nice things for Mary over the years. "My grandmother says I'm a fool." This time Kevin really laughed, "But we all knew that." A smile cracked onto her face. There was more to say, but it could wait. They left the bar to walk along the riverbank as the sun faded and the city's lights came on. It was a beautiful late-summer evening. The sky was clear and the air was warm and dry. They strolled along hand in hand like the dozens of couples around them. They came to a bend in the river where the red, green and white lights from a festive Mexican restaurant reflected off of the water. They could hear the mariachi band over the bustle of the conversations on the other side of the water. "Mary? Is that you?" Mary recognized Gregory, who was a friend from college. She clasped Kevin's hand as she said, "Hi Gregory, what are you doing here?" "I'd hoped I'd eventually run into you. I'm Young at Steves, Ball and Young, the law firm downtown. They made me a partner after only..." He went on much longer than either Mary or Kevin cared. They politely smiled and nodded as he expounded on his successes. Eventually Mary was able to say, "Congratulations!" Gregory said, "Why don't you join us for a drink. We can catch up on old times." Mary looked at Kevin, who was trying to smile, and said, "Maybe tonight isn't the best." Gregory was undeterred, "I insist. You have to meet my girlfriend, she'll be out in a second." He addressed Mary as he said, "Now that I'm a partner women have a lot more respect for me." Mary gave him a nice warm smile. "I'm sure they do." Kevin watched Janet emerge from the restaurant behind them. He asked Gregory, "So, how long have you two been going out?" Gregory put his arm around Janet as she joined the group, "Oh a couple of months now, right sweetheart?" Janet coolly replied, "Maybe not quite that long." She feigned embarrassment at being caught outright. Mary stood on her toes and put her lips into Kevin's left ear, as she did she steadied herself by placing her left hand on his right shoulder. She whispered, "Just nod your head and smile. Let's see how long it takes her to notice the ring." It only took a few moments for Janet to take the bait. "What the fuck is this?" She grabbed Mary's hand and spun her around. "That's my fucking ring. You little shit. How long have you two been fucking around?" Gregory was bewildered. Janet was usually so cool and detached, and Mary, well, Mary was a saint. She'd been his crush since freshman year. "What's going on?" Kevin said, "We're going to let Janet explain it to you, but I will say this, in the game of chance called dating, you drew a short straw. But that's okay, you did me a favor." Janet was beside herself, "Who the fuck are you to say I'm a short straw, mister micro dick?" Mary laughed as she took Kevin's hand and led him away. The sound of Janet shouting and Gregory trying to soothe her faded with each step that they took. "Wow, she can really be a bitch." "Yup." "What did you see in her?" "She's beautiful, and she could also be a lot of fun." "Was that enough?" "In the beginning I settled for her because I couldn't have the person I really wanted. Later on I clung to her because she was all I had." "Life's too short to settle for someone you don't want." "That's easy to say now. It's hard when you're in the middle of it, when you feel as though you have no options." She said, "I'm glad it's easy to say now," then threaded her fingers between his and led him to her apartment building. On the way in he gave her a playful smack on the ass. "What was that for?" She was startled. "I'm celebrating my release from the friend zone." She smiled, "You think I let you out of the friend zone?" "Well, yes. You did, didn't you?" "What makes you think I let you out?" She gave that sinister smile again as she opened the door to her apartment. They were going to have sex, but they wouldn't follow the conventional progression. It would be much more fun than that. She walked across the hardwood floor like she was a fashion model, turned and walked back to him. With her face breathlessly close to his, she asked, "Do you think you're worthy of release from the friend zone?" "We, we kissed," Kevin stammered. She touched her finger to his lips and said, "We did didn't we." She stepped back and unzipped her dress. She stepped out of it, and strutted across the room in her bra, panties and heels. "Do you think you are worthy of this body?" She posed like Vanna White presenting herself as a prize. She didn't care if he was worthy; all that mattered was what he thought. "No one is worthy of that body," he blurted out that first thing that came to his head and immediately regretted it. He then thought about what it would be like to live in a world with no worthy companionship. She would have no intimacy, no physical contact and no human warmth. She needed someone that, though not perfect, would be acceptable company. It was a role he could fill, "I may not be worthy, but I'm good enough." She liked his answer, but she wanted more. She took of her bra and artfully turned in front of him. "Are you worthy of my tits?" Her tits were firm and high on her chest. He wanted to touch them, hold them and suck them, but he was afraid to move. On a cerebral level he knew that she had all the faults and insecurities that every other human has. It wasn't really a question of his worthiness. The real question was whether or not they were compatible. Could they make each other happy? Could they accept each other's faults? Could they respect each other? But none of that mattered, deep down he still thought of her as the perfect woman. From that perspective he would never be worthy of her. There was a third perspective, that of their biological programming to reproduce. This view was inflamed by the hormones that had been building up within them since early in the evening. It was this that drove him on. He said, "You think you're that special? That I'm not good enough to be with you?" "It isn't what I think that matters. You will only get what you think you deserve. You never thought you deserved me, so you never got me. The friend zone was what you thought you deserved, so that's where you stayed." "I didn't want to be in the friend zone," he protested. "I could never have put you there unless you thought it was what you deserved." "So it's my fault?" "My grandmother said we were both fools, but right now you are the only one that matters. I've made up my mind." She took off her panties and sat in a kitchen chair with her legs spread far apart. Her legs were thin and her pussy was shaved. She looked fantastic. "Come here. Show me that you are worthy by eating my oyster." She pushed her hips forward on the wooden chair and presented her blossoming pussy to him. He desperately wanted to drop to his knees and kiss the wet lips of her pussy. He wanted to insert his tongue deep past the orifice to her vagina. He wanted to know the pressure of her pubic bone against his mouth and the pull of her fingers woven into his hair. Instead he held his ground and said, "What's it worth to you?" She spread her legs a little further. "That depends." Kevin could see the glistening moisture on the ridges of her labia and smell her scent in the room. He struggled to hold his composure. "On what?" "It depends on you. Come here." She softly commanded. He took a step closer and stood before her, looking down on her as she sat in the chair. "You're too tall. Kneel down." Once he had knelt and his eyes were level with hers she said, "Seriously, do you think you're good enough to be with me?" Kevin placed his hands on her spread legs. He wanted to kiss her, but couldn't decide where. Both sets of lips were enticing. She ran her fingers through his hair and said, "Be a good cannibal and eat my oyster." Then she pulled his head down to her groin. He pressed his lips to her wet cunt. He stuck his tongue into her and tasted the luxurious tang of her vagina. The folds of her labia were reminiscent of the yielding form of an oyster. He tried to draw them into his mouth, to bathe his tongue in their gentle textures and to relish in their soft form. Escape from the Friend Zone He traced the lines of her pussy with his tongue's tip. He began each line low, slowly following the locus of her sensual form up to her oyster's clitoral pearl. He traced each ridge and each valley as if it was the only line that mattered, as if only his tongue could save her from the peril of a life without an orgasm. Nothing was left untouched, unsavored or un-caressed. "Do you like my oyster?" she asked. She could feel the stirrings of an orgasm building within her. He was too busy to reply. "You should look at me when you're eating me." Something primal within her liked him on his knees and somehow his eyes looking up at her reinforced a dominance that she craved. He tipped his head and rolled his eyes up to hers. She thrust her pelvis forward as he consumed her. Another rush of blood flowed to her engorged loins. Nerves and synapses all over her body began to fire randomly and uncontrollably. She grabbed his head with both hands to urge him to drink deeply of her fountain's nectar. He obliged by licking in as much of her as he could. He he explored every aspect of her smooth pussy with his tongue. He caressed the folds of her labia with his lips and stimulated them with the texture on the flat of his tongue. They were supple and yielding to his touch. He gently sucked them into his mouth and pressed them between his lips. She responded with a wave that emanated from his kiss and then surged through the rest of her body. This was going to be a very satisfying orgasm. When the wave had passed she said, "I think you've forgotten something." He heard her, but didn't want to be distracted. His tongue explored the hollow of her vagina and tasted its ambrosia. After thoroughly exploring her depths he moved up to the knot of her clitoris and its hood. He sucked at them gently then released to flick them lightly. Another, larger wave passed through her body. "Oh, god, stop," she said. He lightly kissed the hood of her clitoris, then flicked her clit playfully with is tongue. "Please stop," she pleaded, but it was too late. He flicked her several more times, then wrapped his lips around her clit and massaged it gently with his lips and tongue. The orgasm crashed upon her like an ocean wave strikes a rocky shore. She felt like she had been ferociously tossed about by its force and then was gently washed onto a sandy beach. She looked down at his head between her legs. Her legs were spread far apart and her fingers were intertwined in his hair. Once again he was beneath her. Once again he was lifting her up. Once again she had placed her desires before his. As much as she enjoyed the orgasm, it was a mistake, but it was a mistake that was easy to fix. She pushed his head away. "What are you doing?" she asked. "What does it look like I'm doing?" "That's not the way cannibals eat oysters." He leaned back onto his heels and laughed. "What am I doing wrong?" "You're being selfish. You're not the only cannibal in the room you know. Take off your clothes." Kevin shed his clothes. His cock rigidly pointed at her mouth. She said, "On top of that, you forgot the secret ingredient." She put her finger in her mouth, collected a small mound of saliva and applied it to the slit at the end of his penis. "There, now it's good enough to eat." She leaned over to take him in her mouth, but he thwarted her by turning his hips to the side. He said, "You greedy bitch. You want all the oysters to yourself." She grabbed his cock in her hand and said, "Can you blame me?" as she slid it into her mouth. A shiver ran down Kevin's spine as his cock traversed her lips. He had dreamt about this act more times than he could count, but never had he imagined that it would be this good. The grasp of her hand tightly wrapped around the base of his erection, the pressure of her lips on the shaft and the light flick of her tongue on the crown felt fantastic, but they were all sensations he'd felt before. What set this blowjob apart was how badly she wanted his cock in her mouth, how beautiful she looked with his dick between her lips and how much she wanted to please him. She slid his dick out of her mouth, looked up at him and said, "You're really hard." His fingers intertwined with the brown hair on her head as he said, "Does that surprise you?" She held his eyes in hers as she wrapped her lips around the crown of his penis and massaged it with her lips and tongue. She slid his dick out of her mouth again and said, "Are you sure you're worthy of this?" "Why do you ask that?" Was she playing games again? "It's like you're afraid that you're going to break me. I want you to take me with reckless abandon. I want you to fuck my head." He responded by inserting his cock back into her mouth and pushing it deeper into her head. He asked, "Are you going to be my good cannibal and swallow my oyster?" She submissively tried to nod, but her head was constrained by his cock. She gagged a little, then let his penis pass deep into her throat. She buried her nose into his curly pubic hair and pressed it against his pubic bone. His testicals rattled against her chin. She smelled the musky scent of his groin, silently committing it to memory. In the future that smell would involuntarily bring the sensation of a head full of his cock to her mind and to her mouth. The teeth in her small mouth gnawed at the sides of his cock as its tip plunged into the dark abyss of her throat. He rammed his shaft hard into her, pulling sharply at her hair as he did. He did it again and again. The pain of her close teeth ripped away the ecstasy of her deep throat and triggered a spasm in Kevin's body which almost dropped him to his knees. He said, "Stop, stop, I can't take this." He pulled his cock out of her mouth. Long strings of mucus draped between his cock and her mouth and tears filled her eyes. Through her tears and sagging strings of mucus she said, "Please don't stop." "You're crying, are you okay?" "Just please, don't stop. I want you to fuck my head." He collected the mucus and draped it on his rigid, tooth-marked cock and carefully slid it back into her mouth. "Open up, here I come." The second plunge down her throat went much more smoothly than the first. The mucus helped suppress her gag reflex and it seamed like her throat was more accepting. She was glad his cock wasn't any bigger. It barely fit in her mouth as it was. She grabbed his ass with her hands and prepared herself for a head fucking. His hands grasped clumps of hair to control the movement of her head. Long slow strokes gradually increased in frequency as they decreased in extent. She anticipated the splash of spunk on her throat as the frequency of the strokes increased. She longed for the sweet and salty goo on her tongue, that she would turn over on in her mouth again and again. She imagined proudly presenting her tongue cupped with come for his inspection. She felt his body tense and knew that her moment was close. Instead, he shuddered and froze as he denied himself release. He rapidly extracted his penis from her mouth. She watched his body quake as the ruined orgasm seeped from him. She was thoroughly disappointed. "Why did you do that?" "I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in your cunt." He wiped the mucus away and lifted her up out of her chair. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist. His rigid cock poked her in the thigh. He said, "You are a very good cannibal. There is no one I would rather have eat me, but that isn't what I want tonight. Tonight I want to come in your cunt." "You had better fucking come in my cunt." From her perch on top of him she said, "Carry me to the window and lift me high. I need to see something." Instead of seeing out into the city, her eye caught her reflection in the window, with Kevin below her holding her up. He had been her pillar since she could remember. He had supported her for so long that she had forgotten how much she relied on him. It wasn't until Dave's party that she realized how much she needed him. She said, "This is the story of me and you, right here. You holding me up so that I can see further than you." "What do you see?" "I see the reflection of a foolish girl that forgot that the only reason she saw further was because you were holding her up." She adjusted herself then slid slowly down, impaling herself on his rigid cock. He closed his eyes and his body convulsed as his penis penetrated her vagina. She was tight, wet and hot. She slid down to the base of his cock, which began to bend under her weight. He grabbed her ankles to support her. "You're fucking me," she smiled as she squeezed him between her legs. "When you woke up this morning did you think you would be fucking me this evening?" It took him a moment to compose himself. "No, I was miserable this morning." She lifted herself up, slowly sliding off of his cock, then she slid back down, deftly aligning her receptacle to his plug. Her cunt swallowed his cock whole. Kevin shuddered under the motion of her wet vagina. The long transits aroused him, each threatened an orgasm. He had to focus to keep from dropping her, and, once the motion stopped, he reset his grip on her ankles. "Is it as good as you thought it'd be?" "You want me to answer that?" "Of course." "What's it worth to you?" She smiled, then the smile faded and she said, "Everything. I'll give you everything." She lifted herself up and slowly slid back down again. Again he shuddered with her motion. Her wet vagina felt devine on his erect penis. It wasn't just a wet vagina, it was her wet vagina. It was her flesh pressed up against his body. Mary, the girl that he'd had a crush on since he was nine. Who had always answered the phone on the first ring. Who was always there to listen to his stories, marvel at his conquests and mend his heartbreaks. Mary, who he had always loved, with a love that he never expressed. Mary, who now offered him everything. She watched his face turn to mush as her cunt consumed his cock and his mind digested her reply. In a way she felt powerful and in control, but, at the same time, everything depended on him. She raised herself up again and slid back down. She was more aroused than she could ever remember being. Her pussy had become a soggy, sloppy mess. Despite that, she repeated the motion again. She pressed him, "Is it? Is it as good as you thought it would be?" Out of breath and off balance, he said, "Not yet, but the night's still young." He adjusted his grip on her ankle and took a step back from the window. She laughed, "You fuck! This had better be the best you've ever had." "It is, but you asked if it was as good as I thought it would be. My expectations were pretty high." She laughed again and drove her pussy down as far as she could. She rose up and drove herself down again and again. He was drenched by the wonderful wetness of her twat. Her vaginal fluid ran down his ball sack and dripped onto the floor. The sensations overwhelmed him, and he could feel his balance failing. He had to put her down. She directed him to the bed, where they flopped down together. Her on top of him. Him inside of her. She looked down into his eyes and pressed her pelvis down onto his. "You're mine now." He gave a weak smile. "I've been yours for a long time." He pushed his cock up into her, then did it again while he returned her stare. His cock felt fantastic swimming in her vaginal pool. She turned her hips from side to side to enhance the sensation. "So, what's changed?" "Now I know you're mine too." He symbolically possessed her by grabbing the flesh on her lower back and pulling her down onto him. He rolled over on top of her, then pressed her down. "And you're not getting away." He looked down upon her as she lay beneath him. Her legs were spread wide and her hips were poised to recoil with each thrust of his cock. Her tits lay flat upon her chest, with firm nipples waiting to be sucked. Her lips were wet and ready to be kissed. Her eyes watched his every move. The woman that he had always wanted was there ready and waiting to please him. "Do you like what you see?" She pushed her pussy up his cock. He slid it down to meet her as he leaned into her ear, "Very much." He bent down and softly enquired in her ear, "Before we do anything else, would you please answer one question?" "Okay, one answer to one question." Her hips slowly undulated as she spoke. He pressed his cock hard inside of her. "Why were you at the bar this evening?" She dug her fingers into the flesh on his back to hold him close and said, "When we were handcuffed together on the roof you told me how wonderful I was and how I needed to be strong." He withdrew his teeth from her ear to look her in the eye. Her black pupils were widely dilated in her green irises. "We talked about that." The serious expression on his face reflected the depth of his emotional state. Once again they were profoundly connected. This was her second chance. This time she would make it count. "You also told me about Janet. You told me how much fun she was and you told me about the trips you had taken. As you spoke I realized that for the first time in my life I wasn't your top priority. I realized that my grandmother was right, I was a fool. I'd had you, I'd neglected you and I'd let you go." She could feel his cock surge in side of her. She push her pussy up to take every last bit of it. "And then Janet was such a bitch that night that it was obvious neither of us were going to be happy. So I waited for you." Kevin's body stopped moving. "What do you mean you waited for me?" "I've been waiting for you since that night." She swiveled her hips as she spoke. "You waited for two years?" He slid his cock the full extent of her vagina. For a moment her concentration abandoned her. Her eyes defocused and her jaw went slack. She was overwhelmed by her own admission and by the motion of his cock inside her. She felt the stirrings of a second orgasm, but did her best to compose herself and said, "It was really hard when you got engaged, but Dave had a plan, which was nothing more than to wait for Janet to self-destruct, and that's what I did. I waited." "What if she hadn't self-destructed?" Kevin's penis was completely rigid. It was so hard that it ached and his balls were tightly collected at its base. Somehow, the thought of Mary waiting for him made her even more desireable than she already was. "You know that Dave's plans usually come together, and he was certain that she would implode; but the worst case scenario would be that I wasted some time. Kind of like you wasting your senior year." He was silent for a moment while he digested the implications of her commitment to him. "I'm glad you did." "I can tell." she smiled as she slowly writhed below him. As he ground his pestle in her mortar he contemplated saying aloud the three simple words that he needed to speak to free himself from the friend zone, but he found that breaking twenty years of silence was harder than he imagined. Instead he said, "Tell me what your grandmother said about me again." His cock began to rhythmically course through her. Mary's body responded to his body's motion with a motion of her own while she figured out what he wanted to hear. "She said that you loved me." His body quivered as she verbally whittled at the bonds that kept his affection for her in check. "Why would she say that?" The motion of her body harmonized with his. His slime-coated cock dipped into her vaginal well without a hint of friction. Each smooth insertion was followed by the slow glide of an extraction. "Because she thinks it's true." His body shuddered as the words left her lips. The foundation of the emotional restraints within him was beginning to give way. She could see the effect the words had on him, so she pressed on. "I know it's true." Once again he shuddered. His cock began to tense, anticipating the rush that would soon follow. Slowly, it slid in and out. She continued to exploit his feelings, "All your friends know it's true." His eyes betrayed his vulnerability. He desperately wanted to be free of the constraints that bound him to the friend zone, but he feared the unknown of a future without their binding support. She grasped the flesh on his back and lifted her mouth up to his ear while she pressed her steaming twat up to meet his descending cock. "And you know it's true." He did know it was true, and she had said it. The words he had denied for years had been spoken. "Now you say it," she demanded as she thrust her hips up to his. He wanted to, but the three simple words stuck in his throat. "Say it now!" As he spoke the three words he was obliterated by the force of his own orgasm. It broke upon him like the wave from a dam that had been accumulating emotional weight for twenty years. The wave washed away all of the edifices and structures that he had mentally constructed to lock himself in the friend zone. His body shuddered as the wave passed. It carried all of the emotional crap away and left him adrift in an curious new world where he could admit his deep feelings for Mary. His emotions slowly settled and came to rest. He turned to his side a rolled off of her. It was a strange sensation. He had achieved the goal of a twenty year quest and yet he was still the same man. Everything had changed and yet, everything was the same. She rested her head in the crook of his arm and played with the hair on his chest. Eventually, she asked, "Well was it?" He stroked the smooth skin on her back. "Was it what?" "Was it as good as you hoped it would be?" His emotions were so riled that he almost answered her question. But he caught himself and went with the flow of the evening, "You want me to answer that?" "Of course." "What's it worth to you?" "I don't have anything left. You already have everything and my soul." "Since you're broke, I will say only this: I will never be worthy of you, and you are just going to have to learn to live with it." "Wow, low self esteem and high self respect in the same sentence. How do you do it?" "Never mind that, can you do it?" "Do what?" "Accept me the way I am." "Do you mean accept that you will drop to your knees and eat my oyster whenever I ask and that you'll feed me your oyster when I command you to?" "Yeah, something like that." "Do you mean accept that you will forever put my happiness before yours?" "Please say yes." "What's it worth to you?" "I would let you have your soul back if you really wanted it." She scoffed at him, "What would I do with that?" Kevin laughed while gazing into her eyes. "How about a trip to Bora Bora. You take me as I am and I'll take you to Bora Bora." She kissed his lips. "I think that might work, but it would only be a down payment. This is really going to cost you." The next morning he grabbed a piece of toast, stopped by his own apartment or fresh clothes and headed to work. He checked in with Connie before going to his own cube. She asked, "How'd it go?" "Amazing." "Are you two an item then?" "Yes. Thank you for helping Dave put us together." She gave him one of her sexy looks and said, "She was your second best option." Kevin laughed, "Speaking of that, how was your night?" "It was fantastic. Herb was on fire." "Herb? I thought you were with Dave." "Dave was the appetizer. Herb was the meal." "Ouch, I won't mention that to Dave." "There's nothing wrong with Dave. He's got the meat and he's got the motion. We had great sex and we'll do it again. But sex is just sex. Herb is my man and I'm his woman. For us sex is something that happens when we tell each other how much we love one another, not the other way around. Someday, if you're lucky, you'll find someone that you really connect with, and, when you do, you'll know what I'm talking about."