1 comments/ 26575 views/ 17 favorites Friendship Changes By: MrIllusion Everything started to change when Erica twisted her ankle as we were walking in the forest near her cabin. She and I have been friends for quite a number of years, and I can't remember how many times we've spent week-ends here, alone together. We met through our respective partners at the end of high-school; my girlfriend and her boyfriend had been neighbors all their life. For years, we hadn't even thought of the other as boy or girl, and later as man and woman: we simply were the third and fourth wheels of a tight group of friends. Even though we were spending a lot of time together, often just the two of us, it just seemed perfectly normal. Suddenly, very suddenly in fact after she learned that her boyfriend had been cheating on her for the better part of a year, Erica left him. At that time I was still profoundly in love with my girlfriend Karin, and we nursed Erica back to "health" over a few very difficult months. That was about three years ago. Since, Erica has chewed through a lot of relationships, most feeling like fireworks: starting fast, rising even faster and exploding in a spectacular death. Last year it was my turn to break up with my longtime girlfriend, Karin, over slow-growing tensions and life ambitions that turned out to be much more different than we had thought. Less violent but not really easier, our separation seemed to signify the end of our old foursome. In the end, nevertheless, even though we now lived hundreds of miles apart, Erica and I managed to keep in touch. To keep that last relationship alive we decided to spend another week-end together at her cabin, to celebrate the Fall equinox and this year's glorious late Summer. We decided to start our Friday with what had nearly become a routine: a one hour hike to the river for a nice swim. Years ago Erica and I had found a very secluded spot on one of the banks, our very own secret nook. Strangely enough, without even deciding or talking about it, we had kept this place our secret. Even from our partners. It was ours, and we didn't think it strange at all: just two friends sharing a secret hideaway. Anyways, I was enjoying our time together and our fast paced hike towards the river. Following behind Erica, I couldn't help sneaking glances at her legs and rump. This, too, was a tradition here: no hint of nudism or anything really our of the ordinary, but a few years back I noticed that we were both just a bit more relaxed with our clothes and glances. Karin had told me, once, that Erica thought that I was really handsome and sexy. For my part, one very drunken night, while our partners were in the swimming pool, I had spluttered to Erica that I thought that she was absolutely gorgeous. And she teased me about it for months, laughing as she told me how my eyes had strayed to her bikini-clad breasts all night. Today she had decided to show off her legs to good effect, wearing nothing between her ankles and her buttocks. Only a very short pair of skin-tight spandex shorts below an equally tight tank top. Although I'd taken to enjoy these stolen glances, especially those here at the cabin, and despite what my drunken mouth had uttered a few years ago, I didn't think that Erica was all that gorgeous. Don't get me wrong, she has everything a woman could want, a man's woman. Rounded thighs and ass, generous hips, small waist and very large and unbelievable breasts, riding too high on her chest for their size. But all my life I've been with and fantasized about tall, lean, athletic girls and women. I really loved long, lean legs, small and firm buttocks. Now, enjoying the golden september weather, I realized that I was placing my feet and ankles in danger: I couldn't keep my eyes away form her legs and ass. More times than I cared to think about, I felt my feet slipping or turning on a rock as we walked. The path was very familiar, but I didn't remember every little detail of it! On the other hand, by the end of our hike I'd most likely remember every detail of her legs and shorts! In a second these thoughts were forgotten as Erica slipped and fell herself, her foot breaking through an unseen hole in the ground. She started to fall towards her right, but her right knee had wanted to go left, and she fell very awkwardly to the ground. In pain. Reflexes took over as she sat down and I unlaced her shoe and removed her sock. Fifteen seconds later, both used to hiking injuries, we had ascertained that, first, nothing was broken, and second, that it was still a very bad sprain. We didn't have any ice packs, but we wrapped one of our towels around her foot, then poured some of our ice-cool water from our bottles. Not as good as ice, but definitely better than nothing. Fifteen minutes later her pain had subsided significantly, but it was obvious that she was not going to be able to walk for a while. Ignoring her protests I decided to leave both our packs on the side of the trail, and I picked her up in my arms. We had walked for about twenty minutes, but we both know that it would take at least twice that time to get back to her cabin. Thankfully I was in good shaped, and thankfully Erica was only a few inches taller than 5 feet. I don't know how long it actually took, and although carrying a damsel in distress through the woods sounded romantic, it really wasn't. I took a few breaks to regain my strength, and without ice her ankle started to swell and cause her more and more pain. She was keeping a brave face but I knew how painful bad sprains could be. I lowered her gently on her bed, and went to get some real ice. Less than five minutes later, her feet and ankle were iced and elevated on two pillows. I also brought her a warm and soapy washcloth to help clean herself up: we had set a brisk pace and the day had been really hot. Again: hot a sweaty might sound all sexy, but when you're in pain... Before leaving the room, satisfied that she was going to be okay, I saw her smile at me. I smiled back and she invited me to sit beside her. Without saying anything else, she grabbed my hand, kissed it and thanked me. Before I cold reply she shushed me and smiled again. I bided her to try and sleep before leaving her room. Erica ended up sleeping most of the afternoon. She knocked on the wall as the old clock rang 5pm; she was thirsty and wanted a glass of water. She kissed my hand and thanked me again before letting me go: she was obviously going to fall asleep again. In the kitchen, trying to be as silent as possible, I fixed myself a light dinner and fell on the large couch. When I woke up everything was pitch dark. I heard Erica knock on her wall again (maybe for the second time, waking me up?) and I got up. Trying my best to shake the sleep from my head, I grabbed a new ice pack and went to her room. Despite the lingering heat form the day, I saw in the dim moonlight that she had covered herself in a thin blanket. When my feet bumped into her discarded clothes on the floor, I understood why. She said, softly: "I stank too badly and I wanted to clean the sweat off my body..." Smiling, I replied: "How are you feeling?". 
 Waiting for her to reply, I tried my best to ignore the fact that I was sitting on her bed in the middle of the night and that she was wearing nothing but her underwear. After a few seconds trying to move her foot, she said that it was much better. She accepted the new ice pack, but it was clear that the worst was past. I don't know how long, how many hours we spent talking very late into the night. This discussion, however, turned out to be a relationship changer. From mundane subjects we moved on to more and more intimate topics and inquiries. I became a lot more at ease on her bed, and she with the blankets: more often than not, even in the quiet moonlight, I could see the top of her panties as well as her black bra. Now, I know that sports bra won't ever make the cover of Sport's Illustrated swimsuit issues, but given that Erica had spectacular breasts, it was enough of a show to make my blood run a bit hotter. She started touching me after a joke, gently slapping my arm with her hand after a bad one. The second time after a particularly nasty one. A few minutes later, for no reason whatsoever, she move her arm so that the back of her hand was touching my bare thigh. By then I was sitting against the wall, right next to her. It's so strange how Erica and I had spent so much time together in the past, all the while never really getting into really serious or important subjects. As the hours flew by we explored religion, politics and philosophy, as well as sharing some of our intimate memories and moments, to finally, as dawn was approaching talk about some of our most secret dreams and ambitions. By then, we were holding hands. I have no idea how or when that happened. One of the last subjects we talked about was her current boyfriend. A couple of months old, that relationship, but somehow I had never met him. "That's not surprising, my friend." She said as dawn was starting to throw more light on her body. "I didn't really want you to meet him... Even after the first few weeks, it was obvious that the relationship wasn't going anywhere." I didn't even need to finish the obvious question: "Why then..." "Oh..." she sighed, "We talked about character flaws earlier... Well, one of my very worst is that I can't stand being alone. Out of a relationship I mean." This revelation didn't surprise me, as it had become clear through the years. When she continued, her voice was clearly strained: "You have no idea how many guys I stayed with even though I knew it was going nowhere... It was easy for them, even though I wasn't 100% committed: many of them stayed around just for my body... I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy." The silence that followed that last admission was very painful. She squeezed my hand hard, as if to ask me not to comment. Looking at her, all I wanted to do was to kiss her. On the mouth. Opening her lips gently with my tongue and all. But I couldn't, not now, not after such a confidence. A minute later, Erica added: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. The part about my body... Here I am complaining about my own bad decisions while half naked next to you, all sweaty and dirty and probably smelly as well!" She laughed, trying to make light of it all. Against my better judgement, perhaps because of the sudden intimacy and the late hour, I leaned towards her and kissed her brow. I whispered: "I understand, Erica." She grinned at me, and I saw her impish sense of humor flash in her eyes: "You understand the guys? For staying with me?" My eyes opened wide in surprise. But as Erica turned towards me on the bed, still holding my hand, it was clear that I had not made an awkward mistake. Her voice was just teasing me, but her body was telling me that she had accepted, in a sense, that kiss on her brow. "That's not what I meant!" I said, half a smile on my lips. "What?" she replied, "You don't understand them? You don't think I'm beautiful anymore?" We both laughed aloud at that comment. She was thinking about that drunken comment I made, years ago. "Ah! I'm not drunk tonight, but maybe that sweaty smell intoxicated me anyway!" Hearing this, Erica grabbed a pillow and threw it at me. After we stopped laughing, she exclaimed: "It's your fault if I'm still dirty!!" She used her free hand to point at her body, which was now completely out of the thin blanket. "Injured as I am, you should have given me a sponge bath, " I wasn't sure if she saw my eyes getting wider for a fraction of a second. Or if she had seen all those glances at her breasts that I tried to steal through the night. I learned it soon enough as she continued: "You're saying that you don't find me beautiful, but your eyes are telling a different story!" Now my eyes widened in surprise at this explicit comment and I threw my free hand up in capitulation. What could I say? But Erica was still laughing: "I'm just teasing you..." And with that she kissed my hand again, the one that had spent the last hour entwined in hers. Looking up at me, a much more serious look on her face, she said: "Thank you. No, not for the ride back here and the help with the ice and all. Thank you for this night, these discussions. I'm falling asleep as we speak, and it's making me say all sort of things." She grinned. "But I really, really enjoyed this time together despite my damned ankle." I replied, as simply as I could: "I loved our first night together as well." She laughed softly at my turn of phrase, which was both true and false at the same time. I kissed her hand and pulled away from her slowly to get up. But there was way too much kissing going on for my pulse to slow down. "Can I do anything to thank you? Anything at all?" She asked, an innocent expression on her face and the body of a succubus glowing in the morning light. A hundred thousand ideas flew through my mind, but I decided to avoid all the heavy stuff. "Well," I began, openly looking at her body, "even sweaty and dirty..." I let the question hang and she started to laugh. "You pervert! Get out of my room!" Never before in my life had I heard those words sound so much like an invitation to stay. Grinning but silent, I bent forward and kissed her brow again, before getting up. After closing the drapes I told her to sleep well and closed the door behind me. I was really tired, but I knew I would not be able to sleep for a while. Hot blood running at dangerous speed in your veins will do that. I got to my bed and stared at the ceiling for a while, trying to make heads and tails of the situation. I fell asleep before succeeding. I woke up to a completely silent cabin: Erica's either sleeping still or is gone somewhere. I also woke up to a raging erection. My groggy mind is completely overflown with images of Erica's body in that black bra and panties. Her breasts take a disproportionate (yet justifiably so) share of these memories and images. Ingrained reflex: I slip my hand under my boxer shorts and close my fist around my cock. Suddenly the images take on a different turn for the fantasy, as I see Erica snapping off that front-closing bra, giving me her breasts. A small noise outside pulls me away from those images and I slip my hand out of my boxers; another old reflex. Through the window I see Erica walking down the stairs, then beyond my view. Her foot was obviously bothering her, but it seemed to be better than I feared last night. She was wearing her long robe with her ridiculously child-like fuzzy pink elephant slippers, complete with a recurved trunk. I smiled as she disappeared towards the back of the cabin. But while I was free to do whatever I wanted to relieve this sexual tension, the window in my room didn't have any blinds or covering. Even if my mind, in its current state, enjoyed the idea of Erica seeing me masturbate, some last vestige of my decency told me that it wouldn't be respectful. Taking a few deep breaths I tried my best to get my blood flow back into my body. Some time later I got up and walked to the kitchen. Erica had left me a note: "Thank you again for last night, it was wonderful. I'm still thinking about your request, by the way. P.S. Look in the fridge." When I did, I found a big bowl of yogurt fruit salad, complete with ground nuts on the top. Grinning, I took my favorite breakfast and grabbed a spoon. A few deep breaths (and delicious bites) later my cock had returned to a nearly normal state. I couldn't figure out the exact reference to last night's request, but I walked outside to find Erica and ask her about it. Sometimes the mind plays tricks on you. My plan was to find my friend, thank her for the breakfast, sit down next to her and ask her about my supposed request. Things didn't turn out that way at all. In my mind, she was still wearing those stupid slippers and her robe. Not so. When I turned the corner I had my back to the sun yet I felt blinded nonetheless. The bowl nearly fell from my hands. Erica's robe had disappeared and so had her slippers. Instead she was wearing her tiny white bikini, the one I had fantasized so many times about. She was also lying on the ground, face down, in the process of doing a yoga movement called the sun salutation. As I had my back to the sun, she was facing me directly. (And, that was obvious by now: God was messing with me.) From her position on the ground, she slowly pushed her head and upper torso upwards, like cats like to do. But she was not a cat: from my point of view, all she did was to push her breasts out towards me. Her very nice rounded asscheeks disappeared behind her head as her breasts came into view, exploding in the most wonderful way possible. Her eyes were closed as she tried to raise her head as far as she could. "Mother Mary in heaven..." I whispered. But in the dead quiet space around us, Erica heard me very clearly. Opening her eyes in surprise she grinned at me. Closing my eyes a second, I said: "I got to sit down otherwise I'm going to embarrass myself." When I saw Erica's eye grow wide, I realized that I had said that last bit out loud as well. And that she had understood both it and its meaning. With that glorious grin still on her face, she said: "Did you really say what I think you did?" As I was sitting down, she got up and walked towards me in the light. She was glowing, a goddess of the light. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her long flowing hair, her barely hidden breasts, her smooth belly, flaring hip, round yet firm thighs... I was exploding from the inside. Ten seconds of raw pleasure, staring unashamedly at her body, before finally waking up: "I'm sorry Erica... I'm sorry for looking at you and... and not being able... able to control..." As she was kneeling down beside me, putting her hand on my shoulder, I continued: "You must be tired of men blabbering on about how beautiful you are... I did my best last night, but today, in that bikini, under the sun... You must think I'm a pervert, I'm sorry." I must have been as red as the ripe tomatoes in the garden further back. I couldn't look at her and was stupidly staring at my bowl of fruits and yogurt. She squeezed my should and sighed. "My friend, look at me." I still couldn't. She leaned in closer and kissed my brow, then my lips. I'm not sure my brain even registered that last kiss. "Why do you think I decided to wear that bikini, block-head?" I blinked at that pet name: years ago she had started to call me either Charlie Brown or block-head, depending on the situation. Looking up at her, into the face of the most beautiful women I had ever known in my life, I smiled. I still didn't know why she had chosen to wear that bikini: I really was a block-head, I realized later that day. "Listen," she told me, "you know me enough to know that I'm well aware of the effects my body can have on men. When you, one of my closest friend, think that I'm beautiful, do you really think it's the same as when drunken bastards insult me by trying to make some creative compliments?" She hugged me, pressing her breasts against my chest. "Oh come on now, snap out of it!" She said with a smile. "If my foot wasn't hurting I'd throw you in the lagoon!" The lagoon was an artificial pool that had been dug out years ago in the brook that ultimately fed the river. "Come on, bring your breakfast with you and eat it before it gets all mushy. I'll go get mine and join you in the water." With that she got up and left, and all I could do was stare at her legs, ass, back and hair as she walked away. Even limping, she really was a goddess, my goddess. Why did it take me all this time to realize it? I had always found her beautiful, but never nearly to the intensity I was feeling it right now. All I could think about was kissing her and holding her in my arms. Why now, why so suddenly? A few deep breaths later, noticing that my cock was still hard I got up quickly; I had to be in the lagoon before she got back. I removed my t-shirt and jumped in. Friendship Changes A minute later I heard her voice behind me: "Swear you're not going to tell anybody about what I'm about to do!" I frowned, surprised: "What? Why?" She laughed and said: "Just swear it, block-head!" I smiled and swore ultimate secrecy. Second later I saw her walking up the little path. My mouth fell open: she had removed her top and was now offering me her bared breasts in the sunlight. I was simply flabbergasted. Even more beautiful than I could have guessed, they held up to gravity like ripe faeries yet danced a mellow ballad, unctuous and heavy like sun-warmed honey. How can breasts be so round and heavy, yet defy all the laws of physics? As she stepped in the lagoon, I said: "You're crazy Erica! And you're going to make me lose my mind!" Her reply was simple: "I sure hope so..." With a naughty smile, she deliberately dropped a gob of yogurt right between her breasts. "Ooops! Care to help me with that?" As she walked towards me I froze, unbelieving. After putting her own bowl on a rock, she kneeled over my thighs and slowly closed in. Placing the yogurt right in front of my face she repeated her question: "Care to help me with that?" Even a block-head could understand that. My pulse was breaking its every records, I was feeling hot but was shivering, I'm not sure I was breathing at all, but I knew what I had to do. When my lips closed in around the yogurt I felt her hand briefly touching the back of my head with a simple message; stay there. Then, still unbelieving, I felt her breasts close in around my face. Guiding them with her hands, Erica was rubbing her breasts on my face. A few times I felt her hard nipples very close to my mouth, but I didn't want to push my luck by turning. "Here you go, my favorite pervert!" She said from above, before starting to pull away. To stunned to react, I merely looked at her as she let herself fall backwards into the little pool. "I told you," she said, grinning like a cat with cream on its whiskers, "that I'd find a way to thank you!" After trying and failing to form a coherent response to all this, I simply threw my hands up, gave up and started laughing with her. Suddenly it came to me, and I threw the last remaining bit of caution I had to the wind: "Thank you Erica. If I wasn't sporting the biggest hard-on ever I would stand up and bow to you and your beauty." Which only made us both laugh even harder. There was a short awkward moment when we finally stopped, but somehow a normal conversation started despite my erection and her clearly visible breasts. About half an hour later, even though the water was decently warm, we were both getting cold. Without even bothering to put her top back on, Erica got out of the pool and lay down on the grass, on her back. She then closed her eyes and smiled: "Come lay down with me... And to answer the question your mind is asking, yes. Yes you can look." She had the decency to laugh at her own cheekiness. Taking my sweet time to get out and sit down, I did look, and she was gorgeous. They were gorgeous. Impossible to believe, even as she was lying on her back. Not silicon, frozen-in-place firmness, but trying their best. Shaking my head, I closed my eyes and fought the erection that was coming back. Soon, way too soon, clouds came in and the forecast showers began. I helped Erica with her bikini top, and we went back inside. I was afraid (just as she was, I learned later) that this growing storm would signify the end of this little bubble of pleasure we'd been living in. It might have, altering the rest of our lives, except for the game I found in one of the closets. We made and ate a very good pasta dish prior to the electricity giving out: the fury of this summer thunderstorm was magnificent. Nevertheless, neither Erica or I were the tiniest bit interested in the storm. After lighting a few candles, I looked around in the gaming closet. Deep under the pile of regularly used games I found one of those strange, sex games. I had always wondered who could play these types of games: I just couldn't see myself playing one with friends or families... Anyway. Thirty seconds later I saw the box again and a crazy impulse made me pull it out. Before I could think about it and realize what I was about to do, I walked back to the living room and showed it to Erica. She laughed out and for the first time in a very long while, I saw that she was the one suddenly shy and uncomfortable. "Oh no! Put it back!" she urged me, trying her best to grab it from my hand. "Why not?" I said, teasing her. "Noooooo! I'm really bad at this game! ...oh, why not indeed." She then stopped trying to grab the box and sat back down on the couch. Speechless. I was, again, frozen in place. A fraction of a second before I managed to move she turned around and realized the misunderstanding. "What? You were not serious?" I tried my best to fake my way out with a: "Of course I was!!", but she could read me like a book this week-end. "Do you want to?" she asked again, "play this game with me?" I only managed a smile. 
 As I was preparing the game on the living room table, Erica got up and brought back five or six candles. It was pitch dark outside and those candles, when we turned out the flashlight, created an instantly intimate atmosphere. As I finished, Erica looked at me for a long time, a smile on her face. "You're crazy, you know that?" I replied, simply: "You're just figuring that now?" We laughed and then sat down to begin. I had never heard of this game but it turned out to be a strange version of truth or dare with some added rules and a board. The board is filled with squares that forces you to start a question with specific words like: "What is", "How", "Where", "Who" and so on. Players alternate and can ask questions. If you want to, you can skip your turn by following your own answer by asking the same to the other player: a sort of "What about you?". A question cannot be asked more than once, unless by skipping a turn. If you decide not to answer a question, you get a dare. If you refuse the dare, you remove a piece of clothing. Simple enough, but interesting enough to make my pulse go up a bit already. "Let me count real quick..." said Erica. "Ok, I have four pieces of clothing and you have three. That's about right." "What? How's that right?" "Well, you chose the game! Also, I'm the one that goes first." And so she rolled her dice and the game that was going to end up changing our relationship, and our lives, began. "Hmm, a 'What is question'... How shall we start this crazy game? I got it. -What's the most unusual place you've ever wanted to have sex?" "Wow. Straight to the point, are you?" "Ha ha! Why not, as you said earlier!" she replied, waiting for my answer. "Ok then. Most unusual place? On the desk of my senior year math teacher." "With the math teacher?" She asked immediately. "Well, I suppose that's another question! My turn now! A 'How' question. How many times a week do you have sex?" "It varies a lot, I'd say anywhere between two and ten." "Ten? Wow!" I was already reassessing my view of Erica's sex life after a single question. This game was going to be more than just fun! "Have you ever kissed someone of the same sex?" This one was easy to answer: "Nope. My turn! Have you ever gone a whole day without wearing an underwear?" "Have I ever!!" she replied quickly. "Outside of my periods I rarely wear panties. As for bras, well that's a lot rarer, as you can probably guess." My mind was already trying to do too many things at once: coming to terms with the fact that I was playing a sex game with Erica, trying to come up with questions, gaging which to answer or not, realizing that she was only five refused 'dares' away from being completely naked... Now I was trying to understand that beneath all those short skirts, she usually wore nothing at all? Too much. Still, I now had to find a question that begins with 'Do'. "Do you have unfulfilled fantasies?" "Many." And nothing more from her. She was better at this game than she had let on. "Have you ever deliberately watched someone while they were changing or showering, secretly?" Erica asked me with a grin. "You expect me to reveal that I'm a pervert?" I laughed. "I already know that you're one. How about being a peeper?" I hesitated, and that hesitation was in itself a confession. But I decided to go with the dare. "I'm not answering Erica." "Hmm, how interesting! Ok then, you'll have to flex your muscles as if you were in a competition for 2 minutes." Damn her! I'm in decent shape, but nothing to be exhibitionist about! I got up, decided to up the ante and simply removed my t-shirt. "Ooooh, already down to 2 pieces of clothing?" Erica laughed as I rolled the dice. Landing on a "What is" question, I asked: "What is the wackiest thing that you have done and then got caught by your parents?" "Ah! My turn not to answer. What's your dare, mister?" The first idea that came to my mind was very simple: "Show me the sexiest piece of lingerie you have here." Erica smiled, then invited me to follow her. In her room, from the furthest corner of her dresser's bottom drawer, she pulled out a very small pair of leather panties. When she placed them on the bed, my eyes grew wide: all black, real supple leather with a split crotch and two word embroidered on the backside: "Spank me". "You're not serious?" I asked, incredulous. "Hey! don't make fun of me! You asked!" she said, giving my shoulder a light punch. As we were walking back to the living room, I added: "I think I just learned more about you with this dare than all the other questions!" Erica jumped on my back, telling me to shut up. Laughing, she slid back down and sat on the couch. Looking down, we both saw that her top had rolled up when she climbed down from my back. She decided, unsurprisingly, to leave it there, exposing her flat belly. Her dice landed her on a "Do you like" question. "Here's an easy one: Do you like anal sex?" "Ha! Easy indeed: yes." I took a brief pause and said. "What about you?" Erica seemed to be taken completely by surprise by my mirror question. Then, with feeling, she said: "Damn! I told you I was no good at this game! Shoot me another dare, I'm not answering this one either!" This time around I paused and thought it through. If Erica wasn't afraid to show me those wicked panties, what else could I ask? Then it hit me: since our very first meeting in a bar, she'd been dreadfully afraid of singing in public. "Erica, stand up and sing me any tune you'd care to choose." "Oh you bastard," she replied. "You know there's no way in hell I'm gonna sing here tonight!" Gracefully but shaking her head in defeat, she leaned forward, removed her top and threw it at me. As my eyes were openly devouring her very nice and definitely transparent lace bra, she grabbed the dice. "It's my turn again. Hmmm, have you ever thought about trying homosexual sex?" It was dark, I was completely entranced by the beautiful woman in front of me, the mood was overtly sexual, so I decided to answer. "Sure, once or twice. Never about falling in love with a guy, but for fun? Yep." Erica seemed surprised both by the answer and the ease with which I gave it. My roll of the dice gave a "what" question. "Erica, what is your wildest sexual fantasy?" "Oh no... you see why I'm not good at this game? I'm shy of my own imagination..." She paused, thinking hard. "I can't tell you... Damn, another dare!" I laughed, then asked her: "Go in your room and wear those panties for the rest of this game." "What? no! Ugh! Damn it!" she said in frustration, then reached behind her back to unsnap her bra. "You've already seen them anyway!" I had, but my mouth still became dry at the sight of her bra snapping off, then coming off. I barely heard her next comment as I stared at her breasts: "Maybe it'll distract you!" It did. I was looking at some of the most beautiful breasts I'd ever seen either in real life or in pictures. So generous and firm, with the large aureola I'd seen earlier, her nipples gorged with blood and erect for my eyes to feast on. "Hey! Are you listening?" she asked, laughing. "I asked you if you'd ever received anal sex, cock or dildo." He question woke me up and I looked up at her. "What?" "You heard me mister. Answer!" "Nope." "Nope you never received it, or nope you don't want to answer?" "Damn, you're not that bad at the game Erica... I'm not going to answer" Damn it! "Ok, shoot me a dare." I laughed when her eye got wider and rounder. She said: "Wow! Never thought this question would actually work! Ok, ok, a dare... I dare *you* to wear my leather panties for the rest of this game!" "What? I'd rip them apart!" "Nah... You know the hips and ass you so like to stare at when we hike on the trails?" She paused a few seconds, a mischievous smile on her face. "Well they're womanly enough... I'm pretty sure those panties would fit with he laces loosened." In silence, I got up and pulled my shorts down. All I had left was my boxers, and if my erection wasn't obvious before, there's no way I could hide it now. "Oh my!" Erica said softly. "This is getting interesting! Long and interesting." She managed to say that without laughing. I tried my best to move my erection to a more comfortable place, to no avail. It was obvious and slightly painful trapped like that. I tried to forget about it, as well as her naked breasts, and asked her my next question: "Have you ever lied to your partner to avoid an intimate moment?" "Yes, too many times..." In the somewhat awkward silence that followed, she grinned, then asked me: "How frequently do you think about forbidden sex?" "Very often, I have to admit..." Erica tried to ask a follow-up question: "What about?" But I declined to answer. I asked her: "Do you have any sex toys?" "Oh yes! Many!" then, after a slight pause, "How about you?" Damn! I did have some sex toys, but I'm not sure I could reveal that without revealing too much... Closing my eyes and shaking my head, I said: "Dare!" "Haha! Got some nasty secrets in your closet? Hmm, a dare. Do you need to go to the bathroom?" "What? Er, maybe, why?" "I want to watch you peeing. I've never seen a guy do it." "Ha! Well I'd be happy to oblige, but I can't right now, unless you have a toilet on your ceiling!" Judging by her reaction, she already knew. Her next words confirmed it: "So you can't do the dare?" "Oh you dirty little bitch!" I laughed with her. Standing up, I shook my head again while sliding my boxers down. My cock slapped back up against my belly and Erica laughed softly. "Now what?" "Well, " she told me, "I can now ask more explicit dares..." "Fine... but it's my turn? Answer this: have you ever slept with your best friend's boyfriend?" Erica looked at me for a while, as if trying to decide if my ex had ever told me something to that effect. Clearly unsure, she decided to go with the dare. "Another dare? Easy: go outside and stand in this storm for 30 seconds." "Easy indeed!" Erica replied, getting up. But instead of going out, she removed her shorts, leaving her with nothing but panties that were just as transparent as her bra had been. "See? Very easy dare!" We both laughed, but I couldn't help looking at her panties and the very thick bush beneath. The bikini line was clearly shaved, but not much more. She had a very wild bush, thick and curly, and glowing even with candle flames only. "You're turn, my peeping friend!" "Right..." Forgetting about the board game, I simply asked: "Ever had sex with more than one person?" "Yep, only once though." By then, my erection was really painful. She didn't help it by moving around on her couch, making her breasts move and bounce, opening and closing her thighs... Nor by asking the following question. "Ever thought about me while having sex with Karin?" "Gods! Are you crazy?" we both laughed at my outburst, but I had to make a choice. "Dare!" "A dare? While you're already naked? Ok, masturbate for the next two minutes." "I can't, Erica... I won't make it." I confessed. "Go slowly, big boy. Do it slowly for me." So I did. As soon as my fist closed around my cock, my whole body spasmed. This was going to be painful. When Erica started caressing her breasts, thighs and even pussy, I new I was in for a long two minutes. About half way into those two minutes, the night changed again. "I have a question for you." Erica asked, tweaking one of her nipples. "Not your turn!" I managed to reply. She asked anyway: "Where do you like most to ejaculate on a woman?" A long silence as we stared at each other. I was still masturbating, but slower this time. "Breasts, and face." Another silence, then her soft voice, barely audible with the sound of the rain on the tin roof: "Do it." My heart skipped a beat, and I knew I was very close to my climax. I slowed down as Erica and I stared at each other. This was really happening. I got up, seeing Erica opening her legs for me, those transparent panties of very loose lace doing a bad job of hiding her pussy. And so I stood in front of her, between her opened thighs, her panties the only piece of clothing left between us. I think it took me ten seconds. Abandoning myself to the utter crazyness of the situation, I closed my eye for a second and finally came. Pushing my cock down, I did my best to aim it at her wonderful breasts. It felt like years of pent up cum flew out, rope after rope of it spraying all over those twin mounts of flesh. And then, as Erica leaned forward, the last few spurts hit her nose, cheeks and lips. Completely spent, I kneeled down between her legs; it was either that or fall down. I was breathing hard, my heart beating so fast, contented like never before by a masturbation. And Erica, in silence, my cum all over her face and breasts, was grinning at me. "Now, what am I going to do with all this cum on me?" "Eat it." I dared, not really caring that it was a very bold suggestion. "Ok." Right then and there, inches away from me, she began cleaning my cum from her face with her fingers, licking them clean as she went. She then moved to her breasts, pushing them upwards with her hans to lick the cum directly, before finishing up with her fingers again. I was transfixed. My breath and heart were slowing down, but my mind was still reeling. Erica stopped me as I was getting up, her hand on my shoulder keeping me kneeling on the mat. Instead she got up from the sofa, placing her lace covered pussy no more than six inches away from my face. Then, without warning or reason, she slipped it down until it stretched around her thighs. "Wanna help me get them off?" she asked. I didn't even bother to ask. The game was done, we had crossed so many lines so quickly, and we both knew where this night was going to end. As my hand slid up from her calves to her thighs, I stared at her bush. Like most guys, I'm used to seeing nicely trimmed and very sparse bushes, the current trend. Erica wasn't like that, didn't seem to care about the trend. While prevented to reach her thighs, her bush was otherwise completely natural, a rampaging field of wild curls, very dark but not black, gleaming in the candlelight. Very slowly I hooked my fingers under the hidden elastic band in the lace and started pulling them down. She smelled very clean after her shower, but she was also very clearly excited. When I felt the panties dropping down around her ankles, I leaned forward and kissed the carefully hidden mound through those curls. "Hey! What are you doing mister? The game not over yet!" I looked up to see her grinning, her eyes glowing. Friendship Changes "Get up, get your ass back in to that chair and let's keep playing," Erica said, "it's your turn!" Shaking my head in disbelief, but grinning all the while, I got up and went back to my chair. "Ok, I can't ask the same question, but I'll go with a variation: have you ever had sex with another girl?" "Again with that? Is there a single guy in the world who doesn't have that fantasy?" She sighed, smiling at me. "That's the kind of question I only answer with someone's mouth between my legs." Despite everything I was surprised. And with "someone's mouth", instead of "a guy's mouth", she kept me guessing. When Erica opened her legs and revealed her pussy again, I knew it was an invitation, but at this point I knew I was going to eat her pussy soon anyway. I decided to push the game a bit further. "Ok, a dare then!" Despite Erica's surprise, she really expected me to go down on her to get the answer, I merely looked down at my semi-hard cock. "Come here and clean me up using only your mouth." "What?" "You heard me! You said yourself that we could ask harder dares once the other is naked!" "But I removed them... Oh fuck. You learn quickly, horny bastard!" Erica got up as I laid back and relaxed on the large chair. Never taking her eyes away from mine until the last minute, Erica knelt between my legs, threw her long hair on one side and took my cock in her mouth. I moaned. I had to moan out very loudly. It took me all of ten seconds to realize that Erica was a pro at this. Karin had been willing, somewhat, but she had seemed to think that simply putting my cock in her mouth was enough. Haphazardly moving her tongue and sucking too hard represented her best efforts. Erica was a very different beast, kneeling in front of me. The very first thing she did, knowing that my cock was only half-hard after my last ejaculation, was to take me all the way inside her mouth, burying her nose and lips against my belly. Every time I watch a porn star deep throating a guy, I feel something glowing or burning inside me. One of my very first and enduring fantasies, and Erica was the first to bring me this close to it. Less than 30 seconds later, she was giving it to me completely: I was hard again, and her mouth was still wrapped around the very base of my cock. Watching her pull out to breathe and then sliding back down with wet, slurping sounds, I was completely mesmerized. The facts that her amazing breasts were hanging between my legs, that her ass was upturned and ready while she was on all fours like this, and that her pussy must be dripping wet didn't fully register. I was in Erica's throat for the first time, in any woman's throat for that matter. Despite the feelings, despite the fact that I knew I could enjoy this pleasure for a long time so quickly after an orgasm, I placed my hands on her head and pulled her out. She surprised me again, looking up at me, still mere inches away form my glistening cock, by asking: "Why didn't you fuck me in the kitchen, three years ago, at your place?" "What? I was with Karin! I couldn't do that to her?" "But you wanted to, right? You knew I didn't have any panties under that mini-skirt, right?" she asked, giving my cock a kiss. "You saucy wench! Of course I knew, and of course I wanted to. But I was with Karin, and I just couldn't." "Good answer my friend." She grinned and straightened up. "Did you know that, then, just like right now," she kept her eyes on mine as she talked and sat down on the couch, "I was completely wet and ready, could have taken your cock in a single, long penetration?" A pause, as she spread her legs wide, her ass just on the edge of the sofa. "Did you know that?" I didn't reply. I got up, my cock leading the way as I knelt between her legs. I leaned forward, one hand on her legendary breasts, the other one behind her neck and we finally kissed, really kissed, for the first time. While that quick kiss in her bed had been incredible, it left me more stunned than anything else. This one didn't stun either of us, and we were both ready for what came with it. Erica more than me, obviously. She grabbed my cock with her hand and guided me to her pussy. Breaking the kiss, breathless, she whispered: "Get inside, one long penetration. Don't stop until I scream." I happily obliged. After finding her mouth again, I started to push again, finding her as warm and lubricated as I had hoped. The feeling of Erica's pussy opening for me, for the very first time, was overwhelming. I realized now that I'd been dreaming about this pussy since that day in the kitchen, without really acknowledging it. She kept moaning: "Go, go, go, go, go, go..." Not wanting me to stop. As my last inch penetrated her, my pelvic bone trapping her clit against her own, Erica did scream. Breaking the kiss, her scream sounded like a valve finally being released. Placing her hands behind her knees, she pulled them against her, allowing me to go as deep as I could. She screamed again, adding: "Gods you're perfect. Fuck me." I did. Spreading my knees to get the best angle, I grabbed her hips and started pounding her into the sofa. Yes it was our first time, yes it meant more than just sex, yes it should have been more tender and loving... But we've been teasing each other since last night in her bed, then the pool, then this crazy game. All we wanted was to pass out from too much sex. We didn't, actually, pass out, although I came close. Never before had I fucked someone with as much strength, passion and speed. My entire length was going in and out of her with all the energy I could muster, my eyes devouring her body, from her breasts to her pussy to her face contorted by pleasure, back and forth. Both my body and mind were overwhelmed, as fantasies collided with reality and my blood was failing to give my muscles enough energy. When Erica felt me slowing down, her eyes opened and she looked in mine. She grinned through a last moan and she squeezed my cock very hard. Releasing her legs, she pushed me off and I fell on the thick rug, on my back. I saw her jump on me like a panther, her long hair wet with sweat, her entire body glistening with candlelight. "Give me 30 seconds!" she said, straddling me and guiding my cock back into her. Breathing hard, I don't know how I survived through those 30 seconds. She rode me with the same intensity as I had fucked her seconds before, her entire body slamming against my pelvis. Knees raised, thighs spread wide, her hands on my chest, she simply couldn't have fucked me harder. Her large breasts by themselves were wonders of the worlds, but the rest of her glorious body, glowing, raw femininity, raw felinity, raw sex, was completely blowing my mind. I'm not sure I didn't black out for a bit as she started screaming her orgasm. Her first orgasm. Slowly, never stopping riding me, she leaned forward, her knees on the floor, her breasts against my chest. "Your turn!" she moaned in my ear, licking my lobe at the same time. My hands found and grabbed her ass, guiding her motions for my last seconds. I really believe I felt my cum rising from my balls, clearly all the way to my cock, then flowing all those inches right into Erica. As I squeezed her round, firm cheeks, my right index finger slipped against her asshole. Erica moaned her surprise, but said: "Stay right there!" as I moved away. Rising up, Erica placed her hands on the sofa where I sat earlier, and lifted her torso away from mine. Her breasts suddenly free she kept fucking me hard. Bending my legs I pushed her up and found my face smothered with those immense breasts. I managed to trap a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard. At the same time I pushed my finger inside her, eliciting a moan form Erica. "Push it deeper..." I did. As the peak of my own climax was now past, I sat up, forcing Erica to lift her knees and cross her legs behind my back. With a slower rhythm now, I used my hand to pull Erica closer against me, moving my pelvis as much as I could, grinding it against hers. Her entire body suddenly seized up and she froze in my arms, and mere second she screamed again, a second climax in less than 2 minutes. Her body then started spasming between the orgasmic tense ups and a complete relaxed states. I held her firmly in my arms and allowed her to come back as slowly as possible. When we managed to regain control of our breathing, she pulled back and kissed me. Later, still locked into one another, I lifted her up with me. Her arms around my neck and her legs locked around my waist, she held on to me. Somehow we managed to get to her bed with my cock still inside her. We ended up in a missionary position, yet we were both too drained to do anything more. We fell asleep like this. A week later we finally left the cabin, to come back down to the real world. We spent that week naked 24 hours a day, having sex as often as our bodies could handle it, swimming in the river, enjoying the sun or sleeping when they could not. A year later we moved to the cabin full time, trying our best never to leave this wonderful place again.