1 comments/ 21283 views/ 1 favorites Friends First By: Huni It had been a long time since they'd seen each other, and when they did they'd never been alone. There was always friends or significant others around and the boundaries of their friendship were never tested. Over time their earnest friendship began changing. At first, there were subtle changes that were hard to name. As time passed; however, the changes were more blatant. There were even occasional talks about what would happen if they were ever both unattached at the same time. He'd always told her he'd wait for her to be single, but she'd never believed him......until recently that is. With all of the changes that had happened, she now believed him. He didn't say it anymore, though, she just knew it was true. She'd also noticed she thought of him in a different way. He was still her dear friend, but there was always that tease of something more at the edges of their conversations. Occasionally, when she was alone late at night and her fingers had found the slick folds between her thighs, she found herself wondering what it'd be like to be with him. She would wonder what his fingers would feel like where hers were, or how his mouth would taste. She thought of his face nestled between her legs, and on her sensitive skin. There were more thoughts, deeper thoughts. Thoughts of things she had never known, but was confident he would teach her and show her if he ever had the chance. Eventually, it happened. They were both single. For so many years it had been such an abstract thought that at first she didn't know what to think. Then, she dug her heels in and became stubborn. She had decided long ago there was no reason for the two friends not to see each other, but now there really were no barriers and they were going to see each other. They were going to have dinner and enjoy each other's company in a way that for so long they had been denied. Without too much of a fight, he agreed that they should partake in such a simple activity. They agreed that it was her turn to make the long drive. He would choose where they went since it was his town. The day she was to see him, she woke with excitement in her stomach. There was no reason for this other than the thought of seeing her old friend, and she had to admit, the prospect of the things this trip might bring. She chose her traveling clothes carefully. She didn't want to greet him looking like a slut, but she wanted to look nice for him when she stepped from her car. She packed an over night bag, not yet sure where she was going to sleep. As she drove, her excitement grew. She also worried though, what would happen to their friendship if they discovered they weren't as right together as they'd always talked? It would never be the same, but were the changes that may take place worth the experience? She knew her thoughts were unfounded, and that there was a chance they may do nothing more than visit and enjoy good company. Well, there was always that chance. When she got there, he met her at the door. There was a friendly hug, but nothing more. He showed her around the house she'd heard so much about, showing her the rooms she'd seen only in pictures so many times. They sat and talked together for a while. Soon, though it was almost time to leave for dinner. He told her the place he'd chosen was casual, but she could wear what ever she wanted. She decided to take a chance. She went to her car and retrieved her bag. She went to his bathroom being sure the door was shut tightly behind her. It'd been a long time since she'd dressed for a man who's taste she didn't completely know. She slid her stockings up her thighs, made sure her panties were just right, tucked her breasts into her bra so they were high and full. She applied make-up, and fretted over her hair. She couldn't help but think about what a girl she was being. She carefully donned a top that showed little skin, but showed her curves so well it was obvious what was his for the taking if he so chose. She slid a skirt over her hips, that was short, but not so short she'd be embarrassed to set. Her stockinged feet were slid into heels that were high, but complimented her. She was holding her breath when she emerged from the bathroom, but the smile on his face told her it was worth his wait. He complimented her and they were on their way. Their dinner was quiet. They ate well and enjoyed each other's company. Over dinner they talked about the every day things that they had always shared with each other. They lingered, but not for too long after their meal was over. They were barely back through his door when it happened. His arm was around her pulling her to him and his mouth was on hers. There was no hesitation in her body's response to him. They stood there with their bodies pressed together kissing each other. She could feel his body waking pressed against her stomach. He could feel her skin growing hot. As he pulled away from her, his voice husky with the desires he felt, he asked her if she realized how hard it had been for him to concentrate on the dinner conversation. In response, she reached up wrapping her hand around his neck to pull him to her. She didn't kiss his mouth though. Her moist lips and tongue grazed the skin of his ear as she slowly made her way down his neck. He pulled away from her, wanting more comfort for what was to come. He led her deeper into the house. She was willingly following him wanting to feel him against her again. Wanting to feel his skin against hers. When they reached his bedroom, he looked to be sure that she was willing to take the risk. Her response was to run her hungry hand up his chest again. He led her in front of his expansive four poster bed and stopped. Leaning down, he kissed her again, letting his hands run over her body on top of her cloths. Her hands went to him as of their own will, pulling his shirt from his pants needing to feel the skin beneath. His hands were mirroring her own. He pulled her blouse over her to feel the flesh. He pulled away from her to slowly pull her top over her head, and stood looking at her for a moment. His fingers ran along the top of her bra followed soon after by his lips on the fullness there. This was going to be a long slow process of exploration and rising desires. Her hands went to the buttons on his shirt and began undoing them one by one. He pulled back letting her see what her hands were doing. She started slowly kissing and licking the newly exposed skin as she went. When she reached the last button, she slowly pushed the fabric from his shoulders and began licking and kissing again at his shoulder. Again, working her way down his chest. While she was doing this, her hands were working the button and zipper of his pants. She sat on the edge of the bend to push his pants to the floor. Once more, her hands and mouth were soon exploring what had just been exposed. She was careful to pay him attention, but not take him fully into her mouth just yet. There was plenty of time for that to come. When she rose, his hands were at her waist and soon her skirt was piled on the floor. He laid her down on his bed still in her bra, panties and stockings. He laid her over the bed and began kissing and touching her. He was kissing her exposed flesh from her neck down as his hands touched and caressed her, cupping her breast and trailing down her stomach. When he had consumed all of her exposed flesh he reached behind her to unclasp her bra. As he pulled it away from her, her erect aching nipples were exposed. He swooped down on them without a moment's hesitation and a moan escaped her throat. She could feel his engorged manhood pressed against her, hot and throbbing and this excited her even more. Slowly, he pulled away standing before her. He told her to lay face down on the bed. She wasn't sure what he was doing, but did as she was told without hesitation. He disappeared from her sight for a moment and came to be with her on his bed. She heard him opening a bottle and setting it down. When he touched her, warm oil was spread across her skin. Slowly his big hands kneaded and massaged the oil into her neck and back. When he reached the swell of her bottom he went back to her shoulders and repeated the routine with her arms. After her last finger had been massaged, he slowly dragged the tips of his fingers up her arm and down her back to begin again massaging at her butt. Meticulously, he worked every inch of skin from her hips to her ankles only bushing her swollen lips with the back of his fingers on his way by. When he was done with her back, he told her to roll over where he started the same slow process on her front. He teased her erect nipples and cupped her breasts on his way by. Again, as he passed her swollen red lips his fingers grazed by, but nothing more. This time; though, on his way back up her thighs, he moved to massage her mound. At first, he teased only the outside lips, but as her response becomes more heated, so do his fingers. As his fingers entered her, he could feel her wetness running down his fingers. He needed a taste and so bent down to lap at her bud with the tip of his tongue. She pulled away. She had to. If she would have laid there any longer, she would have lost all control. She wouldn't have been able to share with him a pleasure similar to that he had just given her. She told him it was his turn to be relaxed. She asked, openly looking at his long hard cock, if he would be able to comfortably lay on his stomach for her. He said he would find a way, and rolled over. She repeated the entire process that he had just performed on her for him. Occasionally, she would let her fingers linger or she would brush her lips against his flesh. Once or twice, she bent and drew her nipples across what was obviously sensitive skin, much to both of their pleasure. Just as he had, she only momentarily teased the soft tender sack of skin that would have been so easily taken into her hungry lips. Finally, it was time for him to roll over, his throbbing cock springing free once more. Again, she began at his neck massaging, kissing, teasing his flesh. While she was working his flesh, she debated if she should bring him pleasure with her oily hands or her mouth. Both options held great pleasure for both of them, but she decided her hands would have to wait. She was hungry for him. She crawled to kneel between his legs. She could hear his breathing and anticipation of what was to come. She leaned down and slowly licked a line from the bottom of his fleshy sack to the base of his throbbing cock, hearing a low moan escape from deep within his throat. She slowly and deliberately licked every millimeter of that fleshy area. She sucked first one side of him into her mouth to roll across her tongue then the other. She caught sight of a clear drop of his fluids beginning to drip from the head of his cock. She needed to have the taste of it in her mouth. She licked a line from where she was up the underside of his cock to the slit in the tip, savoring the taste of him on her tongue. She wanted badly swallow him into her and feel her mouth full of him, but wanted more to bring him the slow pleasure that she knew he had been so long without. She began slowly licking in ever widening circles around his head. Slowly and deliberately, she engulfed his head with her lips and mouth still making ever widening circles with her tongue. She could sense and hear the pleasure he was experiencing and this fueled her fire even more. Her body was swollen and aching to feel him, but she wasn't ready to take him inside of her just yet. Carefully observing what spots brought him the most pleasure, she took more and more of him into her mouth until she could no longer swirl her tongue around him and had to begin lapping the underside as she worked her mouth up and down in long arduous strokes. With each stroke she took more of him into her, but she was still hungry for more. She could taste his juices flowing into her mouth and this excited her even more. She began spinning around never loosing contact between them. She did this not as a request for him to bring her the same type of pleasure, but rather to bring him deeper into her. She had a need to take him deeply down her throat for both of their pleasure. She came to rest astride him and began working him ever deeper into her mouth. She felt him lap at the juices that were flowing freely from her and at the top of several strokes a moan escaped her. She was tempted to raise her head and enjoy his pleasures, but didn't. He was bringing her closer and closer to climax, and she was taking him even deeper into her throat. Their hunger burned between them like a fire raging. Finally, she reached his base. All of him was buried deep in her throat and she held him there for a few long seconds before working her way back up. Her strokes were now long and deep as he worked her ever closer to climax. As she felt the waves beginning to take over her body, she swallowed him completely once more. She held him in her throat letting her screams be silenced by his rigid manhood until the orgasm began to subside and she had to gasp for air. Her orgasm only served to ignite her desire to have him inside of her. She raised her head and removed herself from his mouth to turn so she was once again facing him. Looking unblinkingly at him, she ever so slowly slid down onto him until there was no space left between them. She sat there with him throbbing deep inside of her for what seemed like a very long time. She began rocking her hips forward and back gently and slowly, feeling him pressing against her walls and hitting her most sensitive spots. His hands moved to cup her breasts rolling her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs as he did. Her slow rocking motions evolved into long full strokes as he was touching and playing with her body. She was rocking her hips to just the right angle at the bottom of every stroke, and her thrusts were coming harder and faster with each passing minute. His hands came to rest on her hips to help her in her efforts. Mercifully, he rolled her onto her back and picked up where she had left off. Her legs were wrapped around him and she was loosing her self control. Her body soon began to shudder, but he did not stop or even slow his pace. Even though this was their first time together he knew what was to come and that if he slowed his pace even a little that she would be left hanging and unable to finish. Finally, the shuddering gave way to full spasms as her orgasm over took her, her screams of pleasure came from deep within. With this, his self control also left him. He erupted and spasmed deep inside her. Even in the white void of her pleasure she could feel the hot spurts and hear his guttural moans. Momentarily satisfied, and wrecked from their arduous activity, they collapsed next to each other and drifted off to sleep. Friends First The summer time is always a good time to have a party, obviously. Especially when it's on the river banks. My friends and I were popular guys. We had nice cars that we worked hard to get and we took care of ourselves. So people liked us. We live in a smaller town. About a hundred thousand people, give or take a few. So when you say you're having a party, in about 3 days 100 invited turns into about 500. But who cares, we weren't providing the alcohol. After a few days of trying to find the perfect spot to party, we found it. Tucked away in a wooded area just off the old dirt road, it was our dream location. The only road to get there was off the main highway from the Indiana side of Kentucky. So we knew if the police were coming to break up the party, we could run like hell. This spot was perfect. After about 20 yards of walking down a path we made you walked right into this wide open clearing. Sand instead of dirt and plenty of wood to make a bon fire. We told a select few people personally to come and bring their friends. We knew it would end up being too many people but we wanted our close friends there more. Plus the female friends we had were very pretty and always brought their friends along. So our odds of getting a piece of ass grew. I know that sounds chauvinistic, but hey, we were 18 years old. That's what we did. So around 8 pm the party was started, beer was flowing like water and the hooch was being trucked in by the car load. People with loud stereos popped their trunks and played good music loud. Each area was different; there was rap in one area, country in another and rock-n-roll in another. So plenty of choices on where to hang out. Or where to sleep (pass-out). The girls we invited finally showed up. I had been trying to hook up with Kara for a very long time. But it never panned out to my favor. She was a friend of Lindsay's. Though Lindsay was gorgeous, about 5' 7", 105lbs, very nice large breasts, perfect ass, dark brown hair and the greatest personality. She was still a friend who has been a friend for a long, long time. She had tried several times to help hook me up with Kara. But it never happened. She had successfully hooked me up with others just not my "goal girl". So tonight was about getting pussy from Kara. I had already asked Lindsay the day before to help out. To plant the seed for me. The night went on perfectly. No cops and just a few fights. But it was your typically arrogant assholes that had to prove themselves in hopes of getting some young hot virgin to sleep with them in their tent. Never worked. Once the fights were over and the music died down you noticed people hooking up with other people. I'd look over and see Brandon with his girlfriend. Or I'd see Wes with some random girl. Whoever it was, or whatever the case, someone was having sex. I had earlier that night dubbed the party "Fuck Fest". So I'm standing back watching out for Kara, I'm trying my hardest. I'm going to get some from her. I see her no where. All of the sudden I hear Valerie yelling out she can't find her boyfriend, Will. So I run over to her and see what the problem is. She explains that he was trying to playfully scare her so she hid from him. She came out of hiding in a bush and he was gone. Since he is a friend out ours everyone pulls it out puts it up and goes on a manhunt for Will. I decided to take corn field detail in the search for our lost friend. There is only about 300 acres so it shouldn't take too long. (Sarcasm) In my heading for the corn field I see Lindsay. She was curious as to what was going on. I told her the story and she wanted to know if I wanted her to tag along. "Hell yeah you can". Plus this will give me more time to talk to her about Kara. We were walking around for about an hour or so trying to find Will. Then we heard someone yell, "We found him, he was swimming in the river". Good, no worries, I thought. Back to the drawing board. I turn around to walk back and Lindsay and I end up meeting face to face. Now, I am a bit taller so we weren't eye level, but you get the picture. We were staring at each other. "It hit me just how perfectly beautiful you are" I said with a drunken swagger. Blushing, she looked down then back up at me. She smiled big and leaned in for a soft kiss on my lips. "What about Kara?" she asked. "Well, she's not my girlfriend and I don't think she wants to be" I replied. Lindsay steps back; we are about 2 feet from each other. She takes her shirt off and drops it to the ground. In amazement I was staring at her tits. They were perfectly sitting there in her bra. It looked like her bra was giving its entire mite to hold them in. I was starting to get a hard on. I was shocked. I never thought that she had even considered me for this type of friendship. It seemed like ten minutes had passed. She looked at me and said "Are you going to take your shirt off?" "Well yeah," I replied. So I took my shirt off as she did. I stepped in a little closer. Then she pulled her hands up to her waist, and slowly pulled her skirt down. Then gravity took over and they fell to the dirt as well. So now I'm standing there in awe staring at her perfect 10 body in these pink thongs and lacey bra. My cock is about to explode. Not waiting for her request I took my shorts off and let them fall to the ground. I'm standing there with my boxer briefs and my rock hard dick is struggling to get loose from its cage. She steps in and pulls my boxer briefs down to my thighs. "I didn't know you had this kind of dick or I would have fucked you a long time ago" she said taking my cock in her hands. She stepped back and let go of my dick to take her own thongs off. Letting them fall completely off. Then she reaches behind her and unsnaps her bra, freeing the huge tits. Perfect nipples, perfect shape, color, length. WOW, she is blessed. Standing in front of me she kneels down and takes my cock in her mouth. Not missing a stroke she sucked me better than anyone ever before. She would deep throat it, pull it out and lick the head, suck the balls, stroke that shaft, lick back up and take it back in her mouth. My eyes were rolling back in my head. I was getting weak in the knees. I couldn't take it. I came hard, all in her mouth and down her throat. She took it all, didn't spill a drop. I asked her to lie down on our clothes. As she obeyed I slowly licked her inner thighs. With my fingers playing with her clit I licked closer and closer to her pussy. Finally reaching the lips I got it all good and wet. The whole area was slippery. I moved my mouth up to her clit and started flicking my tongue all over it. Up, down, left and right. Whatever she reacted to, I did. She was bucking and rolling, squirming and shaking. She was in ecstasy. I was in ecstasy. I couldn't believe I was licking Lindsay's pussy. She was perfect. No hair, perfectly bald. No smell, it was pure delight. I was the luckiest man on earth. She is a sex goddess. After she had a couple of orgasms, I moved up to my knees. I was curious if she was done because she just laid there panting and smiling. Letting off a moan every other breath. Then she sits up, smiling at me she leans forward. Turns around and spreads her legs. She reached back and rubbed her fingers all over her pussy and asshole. They were glistening from the saliva and her fluids. The moonlight was perfect. She invited me to stick my fat dick in her warm waiting pussy. I touched the tip of it to her opening. She took in a breath and grew. I slowly pushed it in and let her get used to the size of it. I didn't put it in all the way. So she rocked back onto me, taking my cock in all the way. Bag deep. I felt the "bottom" and I thought I was going to lose it. She let out a loud moan and I started fucking her. Starting off slow then finally in full swing. I was "hate fucking" her and she seemed to love it. Pounding as hard as I could she was moaning, panting and screaming. She reached back and smacked her ass a couple of times. I leaned forward and grabbed a handful of breast. I could feel the other one swinging vigorously back and forth. We fucked all night long. We'd both get off, then rest, and then fuck again. We did this until the sun came up. We are still friends and have never had sex again. But we kind of smile at each other when someone talks about a good lay. Take care! Friends First This story is very dear to me, I have finally found the courage to share it, enjoy, and please share your thoughts and comments... ~~~ This story does not contain sex (yet), so look elsewhere if you want a quick fix, otherwise, enjoy... ~~~ Jane waited on the corner; the bright, early summer sun warmed the stone column beside her. Her feet moved unconsciously, shuffling a bit nervously, waiting to see Colt after the entire school year apart. She was worried he would look different, would act different, would have somehow changed after their time apart. She didn't want him to change, he was her best friend, someone she was comfortable around, and it would be horrible to lose that. Colt made his way across the parking lot to their normal meeting spot, tension gathering in his body. He spotted Jane standing by their stone column and had to grin at her glazed expression. She was staring fixedly at the park bench several feet in front of her, obviously lost in thought. He took a moment to study her. She looked like she hadn't changed a bit, though she had cut her hair shorter than the last time he had seen her. She wore a long, flowing skirt and a simple tank top, clothes that didn't draw attention to her almost perfect body. He knew that there would not be a speck of make up on her face when he saw it, but to him she was the most beautiful girl in the world. His grin widened as he crossed the remaining distance between them, eager to see her. Jane was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she didn't notice when Colt leaned against the stone next to her until he playfully jabbed her in side. "Off in your own world again?" He asked teasingly, "Do I get a hug?" He added, holding open his arms. "Colt!" Jane exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck. "Hey you!" "Hey." He replied, hugging her back tightly, face buried in the top of her sweet smelling hair, glad to see her again after so many months apart. He inhaled that smell, exhaling deeply, taking in that scent so long missed and felt the heat surge through his body, quickly trying to suppress it. Jane looked up into his face at the sound of his sighing breath and their eyes met for a long moment. She realized how close they still were and pulled back hastily, feeling a bit awkward and embarrassed. What was the matter with her? This was Colt, they were the best of friends, everything was ok with him. "How was the drive?" She asked to cover her awkward moment, confused by her reaction. "Long." He replied, missing the warmth of her in his arms, and trying not to show it. She laughed, he smiled in reply. "I missed your laugh." he confessed, "E-mail just isn't the same as talking to you in person." "I know what you mean; I missed you making me laugh." "So what are we up to?" "That's a good question..." She replied, teasing. He groaned. "I always have to choose what we do." "So? You should be used to it by now then." "You're horrible..." "I know, but you love me anyway... Now common, what are we doing?" He stopped for a moment at her playful answer, and she froze at the look in his eyes before he quickly smoothed his face, "Let's grab something to eat, I'm kind of hungry." He replied and started leading the way. Jane realized her breathing had sped up slightly and quickly followed after him before she could examine why. They ate at one of their favorite restaurants, a little family owned taco shop whose service was quick, and the food was cheap, but good. They caught up on how finals had gone and the havoc of packing up all of their stuff from their dorms to move back home for the summer. When they had finished their food they made their way to the nearby park, still chatting cheerfully. The sun was still hot in the sky, though it had begun to make its sinking journey into the west. As they made their way down the path next to the river Colt paused in their conversation to rub his neck hard, then tweaking his head from one side to the other to pop it. "Sore?" Jane asked. "Yeah," he admitted, "stiff from the drive still." "Well, here, let me get at it." "Nah, that's ok." He tried to act nonchalant, but he felt himself tense at the idea of her soft, warm hands kneading over his flesh. Tensing made his neck muscles twinge in pain and he winced involuntarily; Jane noticed. "Common you, I don't like you in pain, not when I can fix it." She plunked herself down on one of the benches near the water with a stubborn look on her face and beckoned for him to do the same. Colt sighed and sat beside her, there was no use in arguing further, Jane was probably the most stubborn person he had ever met. She faced him away from her so that he straddled the bench and then got her knees up under her to lean into his neck and upper shoulders, kneading with her fingers and palms. Colt relaxed into her touch, feeling the knots begin to loose in the muscles of his neck, he closed his eyes and groaned low in his throat. His mind suddenly presented him with the image of those soft, warm hands stroking over his body, running her fingers through his short, dark hair, straddling his lap, her hand slowly moving down to reach between their bodies... He snapped his eyes open and focused on stopping his breathing from speeding up to match his heart rate, though he couldn't prevent the heat that had gathered in his body from shooting straight down to his cock, causing it to harden and grow down his pant leg uncomfortably. "It's just a massage stupid!" He thought to himself, frustrated. "It means nothing; you know she just thinks of you as a 'big brother'." His mind gave the term some amount of scorn, "You will never be more than that." Jane focused on working the muscles beneath Colt 's skin, losing herself in the motion and allowing her mind to wander. She and Colt had been friends for a couple of years now, having met through a mutual friend at his birthday party. They didn't seem to have a lot in common, but they always seemed to have something to talk about, stories to share, and ideas to discuss. He was a firm and loyal friend, as well as simply a really good guy, she thought, better than almost any guy she'd ever known. She felt Colt tense slightly under her hands and focused her attention back onto her task, kneading deeper into the muscles at the base of his neck, and then spreading her hands over his shoulders. She had missed him when they had been at school this year, Colt was right, e-mail just wasn't the same. She missed seeing him, talking to him, spending time with him, going on these walks, joking and laughing with him. They hadn't even been able to see each other during breaks for various reasons. She had been worried for awhile that she would lose his friendship, or at least that it would lessen, because of the distance, but if anything it had grown. Long talks online had led to some more personal topics, they had discussed their fears and dreams, and even their thoughts on love and sex. She had been surprised that they had had a lot of similar views on those things as well as the more innocent topics they had begun their friendship talking about. She moved her hands down his back, massaging through his plain, white T-shirt, pressing her thumbs on either side of his spine as she moved further down until she could feel the waist of his blue jeans. She paused there for a moment, slowly massaging the muscles of his lower back, and then impulsively lifted the hem of his shirt and placed her hands on his bare skin. She felt him tense again slightly and felt an answering tension gather in her belly. She had missed this too she realized, touching him, the hugs and casual touches that they shared. It felt good to touch him; she liked their skin together. His was warm and surprisingly soft, slightly damp from the heat of the day. She splayed her fingers over it and moved them up his back slowly, bunching his T-shirt around her wrists. Colt had begun to relax into the massage again, enjoying the feel of Jane's solid pressure against the middle and lower muscles of his back. He could feel her warm body close to his back, leaning over him to increase the pressure against his back. As always for him, having her touching him was sweet torture. He loved having any excuse to put his arms around her, brush a hand down her shoulder, give her a massage when she was a bit sore, but her hands on him was something immeasurably better, and yet worse. He knew she had no idea how much he wanted more, how much he wanted to touch her without having to try and make it seem only friendly, how much he wanted to taste her lips, pull her soft body against his and hold her tight and long. He tried not to let these thoughts intrude too much on their time together, but there was really no way to stop them, all he could do was try his best to hide the raging hard on they usually left him with. It wasn't so much that he was worried about ruining their friendship by trying something, he knew that they would be friends first and anything else second, but he had to admit it to himself, he was a bit of a coward. He wanted her to make the first move; it wasn't enough for him just to want her and her to be accepting of it. He needed the reassurance that she wanted him as well; though after this long, he was beginning to doubt that anyone would ever want him, let alone the one he wanted. He was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn't realize that his shirt had been pulled up until he felt Jane's hands smooth over the skin of his lower back. He tensed again involuntarily, especially given the thoughts that had just been in his head, then consciously relaxed himself and deepened his breath. Jane felt his breath catch and then deepen and couldn't resist teasing him lightly. "If I didn't know better mister, I would say that you're enjoying this more than you should be." It was a challenge of a sort, a way to see if these stirrings she was feeling has any basis, or any answer in him. Colt took a breath, then another, his mind in turmoil. Was she just being teasing and flirty as she often was? Or was this something more? "Ah, to hell with it." He told himself, "You won't know until you try." "What if I am...?" he replied softly, his deep voice reverberating in his chest. "Why would that be?" she answered, equally soft. Her hands had paused, her attention focused on their conversation. She could almost feel herself beginning to tremble slightly; this was new, this could change everything. She was a bit scared, but she realized there was excitement there too, she wanted this to happen. "Because I like you touching me." He admitted. "Why?" "Because it feels good." She smiled slightly at that, his usual simple, truthful answer that was both adorable and slightly frustrating. "But why boyo? Can you try and explain it?" Colt sighed, searching for the words. "It's just... Your hands are soft and warm; when you touch me, it relaxes me, calms me, makes me feel comforted." "Does it make you feel anything else?" He took a deep breath, "Yes." he said simply. Jane didn't press him this time, but sat herself behind him on the bench so that her chest was touching his back. She slid her hands, still against his bare skin, around his sides and over his stomach, and then began to move them up his chest, exploring him slowly. Colt couldn't help himself, he leaned back against her and moaned deep in his throat, feeling her arms encircle him, her soft warm hands stroking over his flesh, just as he had imagined so many times. "Feel good...?" She whispered up to his ear. He nodded vigorously and she laughed at his playfulness. He grinned, he loved making her laugh. She continued to move her hands up his body, over his rib cage and up to his well-shaped chest. As she brushed over the stiff tips of his nipples she heard him hiss in pleasure and hesitated there, briefly flicking them back and forth a couple times. Colt moaned helplessly, all but slumped in her arms, leaning him head back against Jane's shoulder. She turned her mouth towards his ear and giggled slightly, she really liked having this effect on him. "Do you like that Colt? Do you like me playing with your nipples?" she whispered hotly in his ear and took his earlobe in her mouth, sucking gently, then biting it as she pinched his nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. He shuddered against her, then shook himself and pulled her hands from under his shirt. Straightening himself he turned to face her on the bench. "You're horrible." he said, breathing heavily. "I know," Jane replied, grinning. "What's gotten into you?" he replied, a teasing tone in his voice. "I don't know." she answered honestly, "But I think we both know it's been coming for awhile." He nodded at that, then stood up from the bench and offered her a hand. She took it, puzzled, and allowed him to lead her to her feet. When she stood he drew her into his arms and wrapped them tightly around her. This hug was different from the one they had shared earlier; their bodies pressed together, chest to chest, belly to belly, arms wrapped tightly around each other. Both were very aware of everywhere they touched, of the warmth radiating from the other through the thin fabrics separating them. Jane tucked herself inside that embrace and rested her head on the broad chest in front of her, feeling immensely and utterly safe within those arms. They both inhaled and sighed deeply, enjoying this new depth of closeness. Colt drew back first this time, though stayed close, running a hand down her arm and back up again, exploring the idea, the concept, of being allowed to touch her in such a way. His other hand came up to stroke down her hair and cradle her face, she leaned slightly into that touch, her bright, blue eyes had a smoky look in them as they looked up into his deep, brown ones. He brought his fingers underneath her chin and tilted her head up slightly as he brought his lips down to hers like he had wanted to do for so long. She met him with her own, wrapping her hand around his neck to encourage him to come even closer. The kiss was tentative, but oh so sweet. His lips were full and soft, they molded over hers and they both inhaled deeply at the rich sensations that flooded their bodies. They exhaled in a mutual sigh and Jane wrapped both her arms snugly around his neck, pressing her body against his. He folded her in his arms again, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as she rested her head onto his shoulder. Jane pulled back slightly and Colt broke the kiss. Jane looked up to catch a glimpse of a fire burning in his eyes equal to the one she felt scorching her insides before he brought his mouth swiftly back to hers. The kiss was harder this time, more urgent, though surprisingly still slow and sweet. He pulled her even tighter against him and she loved it. He kissed her as though that's what he wanted to do all day, as if he could never get enough, as if he never wanted to stop. She grinned against his mouth and he pulled back somewhat reluctantly and asked her, "What?" "Nothing." She replied, still smiling up at him. "I just have the feeling you've wanted to do this for a while." He nodded enthusiastically again and her grin widened. His answering smile was just as wide before he dipped his lips back to hers. She allowed only a brief kiss this time before pulling back and asking, "Why haven't you done anything before now then?" "I didn't think you wanted it." He replied honestly. He ran a hand up her back and down her arm, he couldn't seem to stop touching her, didn't even want to try. "I didn't know that I did," She laughed slightly, "but I'm glad that I found out." "Me too." He said before she brought herself back up to his lips. An involuntary shiver caught her as they kissed and she quivered against him. She realized that the sun has sunk below the tree line and the air had taken on a distinct chill. "Cold?" Colt asked, pulling back and smiling cheekily. He knew that she got cold very easily and always teased her about it. She snuggled even deeper into his arms and he wrapped them tightly around her. "You're warm." She mumbled into his shoulder. His chuckle vibrated against her. "That doesn't answer my question." He replied. "Yes, I'm cold." She admitted, "But I don't want to go yet." In the past their time together had been limited to these walks in the park until dark when they would go their separate ways. "We could go somewhere else." Colt said tentatively, knowing what she was thinking. "Where?" She asked, looking up at him. He couldn't help himself, he brought his mouth back to hers, reveling in the softness of her lips. She leaned into his kiss, and then shifted her mouth slightly to gently suck his lower lip into her mouth. The sensation of her hot mouth kneading his sensitive lip caused him to moan helplessly. She released his lip slowly, though stayed close, and he almost whined at the loss of her lips against his. "Where?" She asked again, her lips brushing his as she spoke. He tried to bring his lips back to hers again, but she laughed slightly and ducked away, teasing him. Now he did whine and she laughed outright, reaching up to give him a brief kiss before wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning back to look up into his face. "You are very easily distracted you know." She teased. "I can't help it, you're very distracting." He let his eyes travel down her form, his mind stroking his hands over where his eyes roved. He met her gaze again, grinning at the awareness in her eyes. "Let's go up to your car." He said. "Ok, that works." Neither of them seemed to want to let go of the other, so Jane wrapped an arm around his waist and Colt wrapped an arm around her shoulders as they walked back to the parking lot where both of their cars waited. He allowed her to guide him to her car, a well-loved, little, red Honda, and they separated to climb into different sides. Jane slid in behind the wheel and gripped it, hard, as she waited for Colt to get in the passenger side. Her old fears and insecurities were pushing their way to the surface and even the brief loss of his touch and their conversation had her mind scrabbling, disbelieving. Colt settled himself into the passenger seat and immediately notices Jane's tension. He sighed to himself, then leaned over the awkward gap separating them to pull her into his embrace. Jane sighed into his shoulder and tried to relax, the E-brake was digging into her side, but she didn't want to move. His arms were so enveloping, his warmth calming, and she couldn't stop her free hand as it began stroking up and down his bare forearm. He pulled back slightly and slanted his mouth across hers. Her worries and doubts flew from her head at the desire in his kiss, the want. She responded with equal hunger, wanting more of him, all of him, with an urgency that surprised her. She pressed against him, almost crawling into his lap in her desire to be closer, their insistent kisses never stopping. She flicked her tongue over his lips and into his mouth and he moaned slightly before coming back and thrusting his tongue into her mouth again and again. She clutched at his arms, loving the sensation of his slick tongue stroking over hers, of his arms around her, his hands clutching at her waist as he devoured her mouth. She could feel a pool of warmth gathering between her legs, and an answering length of scalding heat throbbed against her thigh. She could never before remember getting this turned on by just kissing and touching, or remember ever being kissed and touched by someone who enjoyed it this much. Friends First Colt made no move to go beyond breath taking kisses and urgent touches, and though they had yet to stray to less innocent areas on her body, she doubted she had every felt a more intense mixture of sensual and sexual pleasure in her life. To Be Continued... Friends First My co-worker Margaret was by no means ugly, but her total appearance was so totally unadorned that she just didn't get noticed. Her shyness discouraged most guys from even trying. If she had a nice body you never would have known by the clothing she wore. As if by accident one day, she and I discovered an affinity for similar music, movies, and books. So for years swapped books and music and tipped each other off to new artists and unusual movies. I wouldn't really say that we became "friends", as we never had any contact outside the confines of our work place, certainly not anything like an "affair of the heart", or so I thought. I was married and monogamous but the marriage was a train wreck just waiting to happen. The train came off the tracks hard after a 25 year trip. Margaret stepped up, inviting me over on occasion to watch a movie and maybe get a bite to eat; our relationship became friendship, but platonic, at least for a time. It happened on a winter night four years ago, Margaret invited me over to watch some foreign film she found surfing the internet. I picked up some Italian food from a great little restaurant and headed over. We had dinner and shared a nice bottle of wine and settled onto the couch to watch the movie, a French movie with subtitles. About a half hour and another glass of wine into the movie came a pretty steamy, raunchy actually, sex scene. This type of thing didn't make either of us uncomfortable one bit, but between the performance and being shoulder to shoulder with my friend I began to get an erection. Margaret soon noticed my little chubby and began teasing me about it. We were both laughing about it when suddenly Mag's put her hand to my lap and started squeezing and rubbing. I will tell you that this girl had some unsuspected skills, and soon I was creaming my jeans like a high school boy. I leaned back into the couch and said "wow Mags, I don't know where that came from, thanks", but Mags wasn't finished with me. She undid my belt, button and zipper and slid her hand down into the slickness and gave me several slow soft strokes. When she retracted her hand from my pants it was covered with a considerable amount of my cum, which she proceeded to lick off of her fingers. Now in the past I have always avoided kissing a girl after getting a blowjob. Mags finished licking her fingers and took my face in her still wet hand, and as her face approached mine for our first ever kiss, my dick got rock hard, and there was no way I was going to deny this lady. The slippery texture of her tongue and mouth was an absolute turn-on for me, though I was happy that wine overpowered whatever flavor that my cum had. Then our clothes came off, and I have to say that Margaret had been camouflaging a near perfect figure. At about 5 foot 9 inches tall, and I'm guessing about 150 pounds, this girl was built like an athlete. Her tits were neither huge nor tiny, but were perfectly shaped; her hard nipples could balance a pencil. Add to that her smallish waist, gorgeous butt and legs, and beautiful skin; I couldn't believe I wasted years getting to this part of my life. Mags was either too experienced or spent too much time watching porn, because she took charge and screwed me in about every position I've ever imagined. Our love making went in to the nuclear age, which is what I call the first few months of a new relationship when two people just can't get enough of each other. Than one day I got to Mags house to find a stranger. Mags introduced me to Mary, and explained their relationship. Apparently Mags was bi-sexual and coming out to me, which is something she had never done before, even to her parents. To me at least, this explained Mags shyness and her choice of plain jane clothing. I was shocked, not mad, maybe a bit hurt, I immediately realized the significance of being the only person in the world that Mags cared enough to tell. Our relationship continued for a time, with the addition of Mag's friend Mary. I won't go into detail, but if you ever watched couples porn, the loving sensitive threesome stuff, it was like that. Eventually Mags and Mary decided they wanted to move to a warmer climate, but my life was and is here in the chilly north. If you are wondering, Mags and Mary are not their real names; I would never betray our friendship... But come on, I had to tell someone!