5 comments/ 22005 views/ 2 favorites Weekend with Claire Ch. 01 By: masturbatingindc First attempt at erotica. Please offer suggestions. Friday night I could barely control my excitement as I waited at baggage claim. I looked at the airport monitor. My friend's plane had just landed. A few minutes later my phone vibrates. I look down. "Inside the terminal. See you in a few. So excited to finally be here! :), the text reads." I smile as her excitement warms my heart. Claire was my best friend, and it was no secret between us that I deeply wished we could date. I had never met anyone like her, and had dreams of one day being her husband. I stepped into the men's room for a minute to collect myself. I splashed some water on my face, ran my fingers through my hair. It'd been too long since we had seen each other and I wanted this to go perfectly. This weekend had been something I was looking forward to since before we planned it. Finally, I see her coming up the escalator. She looked more beautiful than ever. I call out to her and see her run towards me. She throws herself in my arms and just hold eachother tightly- as if we were long lost lovers. I gently kiss her on the neck while continuing to embrace her. "It's soooo good to see you," I tell her. "Oh John, you have no idea how much I've missed you," she responded, as we break the hug. We talk either on the phone, via Facebook, or text message almost every day, but to be able to hug the woman I love is like no feeling in the world. We wait for her suitcase, and I carry her bag out to the parking lot, where I put it in my car. It was early evening, and asked her what she felt like doing. We both decided to stop at my apartment to freshen up before dinner. I had made reservations at a really nice steakhouse- one of those restaurants that overlooks the entire When we got to my place, she asked if she could take a shower to get rid of the plane smell. I told her that would be fine and went to the linen closet to get her a towel. I handed her the towel, and she went into my bathroom. A few minutes later, I heard the water turn on. I couldn't help but picturing the sight of the beads of water soaking into her hair, down her shoulders. Her soapy hands massaging her large breasts, and her naked body becoming soaking wet under the hot steamy water. My cock began to twitch very slightly as this thought. "Big deal," I told myself, "So she's naked. People take showers every day." I stepped into the bathroom for a second to grab some tic tacs, and I heard a very faint yet very familiar shortness of breath- almost like a soft moan. I couldn't see her through the , and I knew Claire couldn't see me, but it quickly became evident that she was masturbating in my shower. This was hardly a surprise to me; being a very close friend, we are open with eachother about the fact that we both masturbate on a regular basis. In fact she would regularly include it in a recap of what she had been up on a given day. We would regularly text eachother along the lines of "OMG, I just had the most amazing me time" (as was our code for). But here she was, getting off in my bathroom. This was too much for me to bear, so I grabbed some tissue and went back into the bedroom. I could feel my penis rapidly filling with blood until it was pressing against the fabric of my boxers. I lay in bed and unzipped my pants. I kicked them off the bed and peeled off my shirt. Now stark naked, I laid on the bed with my cock was now fully erect; my balls hanging heavily beneath it. I began stroking my cock slowly at first and then faster and faster. It could not have been 30 seconds faster that I felt that familiar feeling deep inside of me that told me I was close to cumming. Picturing my friend enjoying her own orgasm, I shot my load all up my chest, even reaching as far as my face. I enjoyed the climax and slowly began wiping up my cum. I heard the water shut off. "Shit," I thought. Claire is out of the shower. I stumble over to the dresser and pull out a clean pair of boxers. Clair emerges from the bathroom clad in just a towel. "Hey, how was the shower," I ask. "Mmm it was amazing. I feel so relaxed and energized," she responds. I can tell that her eyes are drifting down to the bulge in my boxers. As I turn around to put my pants on, I see her in the mirror, mulling around the room. I throw on a nice shirt, and am ready to go, but of course Claire takes longer to get ready. Men, you know what I'm talking about. I tell her I'll wait outside while I give her some privacy, but she insists on continuing to chat while she gets dressed. She drops the towel and exposes her entire body. Unbelievable. Standing in my room is the love of my life completely naked. Her long red hair wresting on her large 36D breasts, flat stomach, curvy ass, and perfectly shaved pubic hair all looked stunningly beautiful. I can tell that she enjoyed my reaction as she smiles and snickers. She reaches into her suitcase and grabs a pair of panties. As she slides them on, I can't help but notice her beautiful legs stepping into them. She had selected a simple blue boyshort. So simple yet so sexy. It was exactly what I had hoped to see her wearing. As she pulls out the matching bra, I let out a compliment of her stunning beauty. "Claire, I know that I've never been shy about the way I feel about you, but you look stunning beautiful tonight." "Thanks, pumpkin. You look great too. I can tell you've been working out." Claire finished getting dressed; a really adorable blouse with fresh clean jeans. We enjoyed a really nice dinner together overlooking Washington skyline, definitely mindful of the chemistry we were feeling. Our conversation at dinner had taken a very sexual overtone; Claire admitting that she had enjoyed masturbating with my showerhead. After dinner, we took the train back into the city to my apartment and went for a walk down the National Mall, looking at the monuments and taking in the moonlight as it reflected off of the Capitol. By the time we got home, we weren't tired enough to go to sleep yet, so she sat on the couch while I poured two glasses of wine. Claire and I are both avid wine drinkers, and I had a specific bottle I had been saving for a special occasion, a night exactly like this, a romantic evening with my best friend. We continued to make small talk, asking about work and our career paths. It was no secret that I longed for the two of us to live in the same area one day, and I knew she had aspirations of one day moving to DC to work as a lobbyist. "I'm so glad you encouraged me to come out here. I've missed you more than you know." "I'm just glad to have you here. Mi casa su casa." After a few more sips, I just held her in my arms and gently took her free hand with mine as we kept talking. We look into each other's eyes as I pull her head closer to mine, now really thankful for the fact I had skipped garlic with dinner. Our lips meet, as we begin to kiss. I let my tongue into her mouth as I feel her reciprocating. Hardly a make out, but the perfect first kiss. "I see you learned your lesson this time," she smiles, referring to the fact that I didn't get the courage to kiss her the last time I had seen her. "I certainly did. And it was worth the wait." I so desperately wanted to go further with her, but having recently started dating an old friend of mine, the timing was awful. Little did I know how short of a wait that would be. After our wine glasses were empty, we moved back to my bedroom, where we both started getting undressed. I brushed my teeth, washed my face, etc, and came back into the room. Claire was just wearing her panties and was about to climb into the bed, as I stripped to my boxers. "You don't mind if I just sleep in my panties, do you?" She asked "Not at all. Whatever you're comfortable with. I was just gonna wear my boxers." "Haha you're such a good host." By this point we were both beyond exhausted, so both got in bed, hugged and kissed goodnight, and drifted off to sleep. Or so I thought... After several minutes, I began to hear soft breathing coming from Claire's side of the bed. I had been sleeping on my stomach that night, with my head facing her. I squinted my eyes open to see what was going on. I saw very faint hand movements on her side of the bed. Was she masturbating? Sure seemed like it, but hard to tell for sure. I then saw her reach under the covers and bend her legs forward. I couldn't quite tell what she was doing until she brought out her panties and rested them on the bed between us. It was now clear to me that she was naked under the covers. Her hand motions became faster and her breathing became more intense. She then peeled the covers off herself and was now fully exposed. I knew that fingering herself was not her favorite way to masturbate- she singlehandedly was bailing out the battery industry with her vibrator, but to watch my friend bringing herself off like this was incredible. I watched as her breasts raised and fell with the short intensity of each breath. Her right hands- two fingers at first and then three sliding into her pussy. I could see the wetness of her pussy glistening as the moonlight seeped through the curtains. I gazed as her left hand tweaked her nipples. Her breathing became almost a gasp as she approached her orgasm. I knew she was close as her hips began to buck and her toes curled. This was the most erotic experience of my life- better than any sex I had ever had. My erection was now raging and begging for attention. Finally, her body began to shake and she let out an audible moan, despite her feeble attempts to stifle them. I pretended that her moan had awaken me, when I really just wanted to put her on the spot. "Claire? Everything okay?" I asked "Yeah, I was just horny and having some me time. You don't mind that I was getting off in your bed, do you?" "Haha no, it's just fine. Was it good?" "Well I didn't bring my vibrator and you know how I feel about using my fingers, but yeah it was really good. It really helps me sleep." I just smiled and reminded her I would be a hypocrite if I pretended to be opposed to masturbating. She sat up and grabbed some of my Kleenex with which she wiped the juices off her pussy. "Well since you've already seen me naked, do you mind if I just sleep this way? I know Paul wouldn't mind" "You can sleep however you want, whatever makes you comfortable." "Thanks John, you're so amazing," she said as she cuddled up closer so me. "I know you have feelings for me, and I know it's hard for you that we can't be together, and I want you to know how important you are to me. You've been such a great friend to me and I hate that I have to be the one to break your heart." I felt her boobs pressing against my chest and the warmth of her pussy against my leg. My erection was still raging, straining against my boxers. She ran her hand down to my cock and felt the bulge it had produced. But that story is for Chapter 2... Weekend with Claire Ch. 02 I woke up on Saturday morning with a massive case of morning wood. In fact, probably the worst case I have ever had. I tilted my head to find Claire still sound asleep on the other side of the bed. Not wanting to disturb her, I got up and slowly walked towards the bathroom to get in the shower, my penis making heavily straining on the fabric of my boxers. As I stepped under the hot water, my cock was still aching for attention. I slowly lathered my body, my mind flashed back to last night. Seeing her naked body, the moonlight shining in, I recalled the sight of her masturbating. This all became too much, and I began to massage my cock. It only took about 8 stokes before I shot my load all over the shower wall. I was relieved, thinking my hard-on would start to subside. I finished in the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and went to the bedroom. Claire was wearing an oversized t-shirt and sweats, and still looked beautiful. I got dressed and walked with her towards the kitchen. I began to brew a pot of coffee as we talked about what she wanted to do and see that day. This was the point at which her phone rang with a call from her best friend, Jessica. Jessica and Paul were roommates and had become very good friends; in fact Jessica had been the one to introduce them. The two friends had gone out for drinks the night before, and to make a long story short, Jessica witnessed Paul make out with another girl at the bar- and then bring her back to the apartment. The walls of Paul and Jessica's apartment were very thin, and suffice to say, left little to the imagination. She was irate that he would blatantly cheat on her like this, and wanted to break the bad news to Claire. I saw my friend begin to tear up, and she grabbed my hand and Jessica told her what had happened. Afterwards, her next call was to Paul, who confessed to the whole thing. Claire was distraught, and more than anything, in shock. I just held her and let her cry. Their relationship has not gotten serious yet, but she was still upset, and understandably so. She took a little while to collect herself, take a shower, get some fresh air, and an extra cup of coffee, and I asked what she felt like doing. Her attitude had naturally changed, but she was determined to make the best of it. "John, you're my best friend, and I don't want to let that jerk ruin the time we get to spend together," she told me. We ended up spending the day going to various museums and monuments, and that night, came back to my apartment for a casual dinner and to watch a movie and kill a bottle of wine. It was definitely low-key compared to one of the nice restaurants I had planned to take her to one night. But this was exactly what we were in the mood for. We got to enjoy each other's company and she took her mind off the jerk that had cheated on her. I just hoped that his one night stand with a bar slut was worth the cost of losing Claire. I don't think he realized what he had lost, which as far as I'm concerned meant he never deserved her anyway, and I told her that directly. After the movie, we just sat on the couch and nursed our wine. We were each on our last glass. "Are you doing okay, Claire," I asked her, not really sure else to say in this situation. "Yeah, I'm okay, I guess. Just a little in shock, ya know?" "I know, hun. I just wish there was more I could do make you feel better." We sat on the couch in each other's arms as she cried on my shoulder. I had no ambitions other to than just hold her and support her. She wiped her tears away, smiled, and thanked me for my concern. She closed her eyes and slowly leaned her face towards mine. I began to reciprocate, and before I knew it, our mouths were pressed against each other, and the tips of our tongues were beginning to touch. I grazed my hand down the side of her cheek, her neck, and onto her breast. "Are you sure you just want to be doing this," I asked her. "Darlin, I love you. And I'm so sorry that I never let myself see it. But I do. You're the only man who genuinely loves me as much as you do," she replied as she stopped to sigh, "That asshole only used me for sex. Tonight, I just want to give into our feelings. Just go with it." With that, we resumed our kissing. Her hand slid down my chest and onto the bulge growing in my jeans. She giggled and broke the kiss. She unzipped my fly and stuck her hand down my pants and took hold of my cock through the cotton fabric of my boxers. She smiled as she felt the length of it. Claire took off her shirt and dropped it on the floor next to the couch. She tugged my pants down and straddled my boxers with her skirt. We continued making out, this time with noticeably extra heat and passion. I reached around to her back and unhooked her bra, and was again blown away at how beautiful her boobs were. This time, I was sure to tell her. "Wow. Claire, you have the most amazing breasts I've ever seen." "Aww, thanks," she replied, blushing as she smiled, "I know you've been checking them out from the moment you picked me up," she continued as she giggled. I was guilty as charged, and she knew it. Claire stood up and unzipped her skirt. It fell to the floor, revealing her incredibly sexy blue boy short panties. She got on her knees and started to stroke my dick. She looked up to me and as our eyes met, she just smiled and asked if I was ready. I nodded and she started to slide down my boxers to my ankles. As I stepped out of them, I sat fully naked in front of the woman I loved. She grins at how large I am and how well it compliments my athletic body. I've gotten in the habit of running every day, along with various calisthenics. "Your exercise regimen is paying off, you know. You look incredibly handsome," she complimented. My 7 inch cock protruded from my pubic hair, neatly trimmed down to a half inch. Claire very slowly wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, lowering her mouth down my shaft. As she lifted her head back up, she applied just the perfect amount of suction to my penis. I let out and audible moan and whispered her name. I ran my hand through her hair as she continued to blow me. This was by far the most incredible blowjob I had ever been given. As the bobbing of her mouth got faster and her suction got more intense, my moaning got louder and my breathing deeper. Then she pulled her best move yet, taking my cock all the way deep inside her throat while she licked the base with her tongue. "Shit this girl is talented," I thought to myself. Finally, after almost 10 minutes of the most amazing sexual pleasure I had ever had in my life, I felt my cum brewing deep inside my balls. I warned her that I was close to finishing, and she just kept going. I shot an enormous loud into her mouth, which she swallowed easily, more than perfecting what was already the perfect blowjob. As I came down from my orgasm, she climbed up onto the couch with me and I thanked her. I then gently rolled her over onto her back, and I returned the favor, very gently and passionately eating her pussy. As I flicked her clit with my tongue, I slid my first two fingers into her vagina. She climaxed rather quickly, her hips bucking, her moans loud and deep. I could feel her pussy lips clenching onto my fingers and she pulled my hair. After her orgasm, I asked her if she wanted me to keep going. She just blushed and nodded as her eyes got as wide as saucers. I kept licking her lips, changing my pace and movements. I loved the noises and the moans she made as my tongue kept her pussy on the cliff. The moisture of my tongue felt so amazing on her perfectly shaven vagina. I could tell she had just shaved it that day. Finally, she climaxed again; this time, she pushed my head into her crotch. Finally, her breathing subsided, and I slowly slid up the bed next to her. We kissed goodnight, exchanged "I love you's" and fell asleep in the spoon position, naked, in each other's arms. As I drifted off to sleep, I was completely bewildered by how sharply my life had turned around that day. I knew I had to take her to the airport the next morning, and wanted to savor every moment between now and then. This moment, right here, was a very good start.