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The Best of Friends

By: Sensuous Storyteller



Standing in the doorway of the dimly lit room, Lisa's blue eyes scan every table in the restaurant looking for him. They have been good friends for a long time so why did she have these butterflies flying around in her tummy just because she was meeting Greg for lunch; today of all days? It was probably for the same reason that she took extra care with her make up and clothes; today of all days! There has always been a sexual attraction between the two friends and each time they got together, she always wondered if today would be the day that they would act on it. 

It was about 93 degrees Fahrenheit so wisely Lisa wore a little silk tank top that was full of vibrant colours, not to mention her pert, supple breasts; and a plain short black skirt. In deference to the humidity, she decided to forgo wearing hose so it was with bare feet that she slipped into her delicate sandals. Beneath her blouse and skirt, she wore sexy black panties and a matching lace bra. She loves sexy lingerie so even if Greg never sees it, she knows she has it on and it makes her feel sexy and sexy is how she looks as she walks over to the booth where Greg is sitting. 

Standing at the side of the table, Lisa smiles down at him, "Hello, Greg." 

Greg raises his eyes from the menu in front of him and looks up at Lisa. 

"Wow, you look terrific! Here, have a seat." 

Sliding gracefully into the booth, Lisa is fully aware that the man sitting at the next table is staring at the expanse of her lovely tanned thigh. Her skirt rode high as she sat down giving him this delectable view. She turns her head and gives him a brilliant smile just as the man looks up at her pretty face. Flustered at being caught staring so blatantly, he smiles and nods before returning his attention back to his own dinner companion. 

"You do have a way of stealing all the attention when you walk into a room, Lisa." Greg says grinning. 

Dismissing his comment with a smile of her own, Lisa picks up the menu and asks, "What have you decided to eat?" 

"You." Greg whispers. 

Lisa looks up at Greg and smirks, " Greg you have been saying that for years now. You know damn well that you will never cheat on Kathy, otherwise we would have been in bed together long before now." 

"I know, Lisa, it's true. I can't seem to go through with it, making love.. Although, you know as well as I do that I have cheated on Kathy a million times in my mind with you. We have made love so many times and in so many ways-but only in my dreams." 

Lisa knew this to be true and she felt the same way. She wanted Greg so much but she understood his feelings for his wife; hell, Lisa didn't want to hurt anyone either and certainly not her dear friend's wife, Kathy. 

"So, back to the question, Greg, what are you having?" 

Lisa buried her head into the menu and when Greg didn't answer her, she looked up to see that Greg had slipped a hotel room key from his pocket and onto the table. Silently, he questions her with his eyes.

Wrinkling her brow, Lisa looked down at the key, her soft sensuous lips opened as her breath whistled through them exhaling deeply. Her tanned hand slid slowly across the table. Picking up the key without a word, she looked into his eyes and abruptly nods her consent.

Both of them are feeling a little shaky, they stand up at the same time. Greg takes Lisa's arm and leads her from the restaurant. 

This restaurant, where they were now not going to have lunch, was in the same building as the hotel, all they had to do was walk over to the bank of elevators. Greg had secretly planned this for a long time so when he suggested that they meet for lunch he purposely picked this restaurant. 

Ding! The elevator doors whooshed open and Greg followed Lisa inside. Pressing the button for the right floor, the doors closed and the elevator started to ascend. 

Lisa looked questioningly at Greg and asked, "Why now, Greg? Why, after all these years?" 

Greg answered, "Shhh, We will talk about it in the room." 

Ding! The doors whooshed open again and they stepped out into the air-conditioned hallway, their feet sinking into the lush carpeting. Lisa handed Greg the key, he opened the door and they stepped into the dark room. Feeling a little nervous, it was obvious that they were avoiding looking at each other. 

Greg turned on a lamp to chase away the dimness as Lisa surveyed the room. She saw an ice bucket with a bottle of wine on the table next to the bed. She watched Greg as he went over to it, opened the bottle and poured white wine into two glasses. He handed her one. With a shaking hand she accepted it and took a big fortifying gulp right away. Their behaviour would have been comical to even them had they not been too nervous to notice it.

"Ok, Greg, we have talked about this for years. We both know we love each other as friends, admittedly good friends. But even though we agree that we have this sexual attraction to each other; we had always decided not to go through with it because of Kathy." 

"That is true, Lisa but I am not going to make love to you. Remember when we talked and joked about what is cheating and what isn't? We both know that even being here is cheating. Hell, thinking about it is cheating in the real sense, but I am here and want to go to the limits of what I feel I can handle. I want to play that game we discussed. The one where I can watch you and you can tempt me all you want but we will not consummate this. Will you play with me?" 

Smiling at him she answered, "Gee Greg, I thought you would never ask. Yes, I'll play." 

Greg takes off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, fluffing the pillows behind his head to get comfortable. Lisa grins knowing exactly what she is going to do next, they had talked about this fantasy many times. She turns on the little radio to a station that is playing some soft music, then picks up her glass and finishes off the remains of her wine before handing it back to Greg for a refill. Sitting up to fill her glass, he looks up to hand it back to her when he sees Lisa's lovely hips swaying back and forth to the music. 

Her back is to him and he sees the taut black material of her skirt is emphasizing her firm tight ass. She weaves her hips back and forth as her bare arms lift and rise up to her hair. Slowly, she starts to remove the pins that hold it from her soft shoulders. A tiny little ping resounds in the room as she places the pins on the dresser and reaches back up to slip her fingers through her long blond tresses, combing the soft shiny curls into a very sexy disheveled look. Turning around to face Greg again, Lisa balances herself and bends from her side to slip off her sandals before she slowly and seductively dances closer to the bed and takes the wineglass that is forgotten in Greg's hand. Sipping carefully, she dances away giggling just as he reaches up to touch her. Mesmerized with the lovely vision before him, he listens to her soft giggles and the music as she returns to her dance. 

One last sip for courage, Lisa put down the glass and turns her back to him again. Swiftly, delicate hands lift the tank top from her body and she tosses it aside. With her back still to him, she turns her head, placing her chin on her bra strapped shoulder to look mistily into his eyes. She gazes at him from over her shoulder, her hips still gyrating to the music. Lowering her head, chin to her chest, she unhooks the front closing bra. Stretching out her arms, she drops the silky garment onto the carpet. Placing each one of her hands over her breasts she turns to face Greg. Walking saucily towards him once again, she swings her hips and her long silky curls bounce as she travels. When she reaches him, she removes her hands from her lovely breasts and bends to kiss his lips softly. Her right breast slips into his wineglass splashing a little wine over the edge. Rising from the kiss the wine begins to trickle down her puckered nipple to the underside of her breast. Greg just stares. 

Lisa leans forward with her hands on the headboard and places her wet puckered nipple against his lips. Greg obediently opens his mouth sucking the wine from her tasty bud, moaning as he does so. Lisa lifts herself up tugging her nipple from his sucking lips with a pop, and sticks her finger into his wineglass to dribble some wine on her neglected nipple. Once it was moistened nicely, she again bends so he can taste the wine and her other succulent nipple at the same time. And suck he did, hard. This time it was Lisa that moans as she pops her nipple from the suction of his mouth. 

Again, she stands up and dances away from him. Greg is fidgeting on the bed, his hands ironing his pants down his thighs; raising his bottom from the bed to better adjust himself as his swollen cock is uncomfortable in its confinement. The wonderful bulge in the crotch of his pants did not go unnoticed by Lisa. 

Slim but sexy hips sway back and forth again and again, as she spins her body to offer him her back again. Her hands reach behind her to undo the button and zipper of her skirt. As her hips sway one way, the skirt drops; and then drops again as they swayed in the other direction. Deliberately, Lisa bends deeply from her waist to step out of the skirt taking a great deal of time untangling it from her bare feet. She knows full well that the little black strip of her thong panties is buried deep in the cleft of her ass. Bending forward even more with her legs spread wide, she is sure he can see the puffy swell of her cunt and maybe even a hint of the moisture that is seeping onto the silky gusset of her panties. 

When she feels that she has tantalized him enough, she stands up and kicks her skirt away. Picking up her wineglass, she empties it by tossing her head back. Greg admires her blond curls as they reach down her back almost to her ass. Feeling warm and fortified from the wine, Lisa turns to face him, slipping down her panties to her knees. She hops up onto the cold dresser and leans back against the wall, raising both her legs straight into the air to make a V just as a stripper would; her panties stretched from knee to knee making the combination look like an upside down A. 

Lisa can feel the heat of his gaze on her very wet pussy. She slides one foot down her upraised leg bringing it to her knee. Curling her toes around the satiny material of her panties, she pulls them down to her ankles. Sitting up, she slips them from her feet, and undulates towards Greg who is reclining on the bed. Closer and closer she dances until her humid sex is level with his elbow. Taking her panties, she giggles as she carefully places them over his face making sure the moist center was over his nose and mouth. Startled, Lisa watches as the black satin was sucked into his nose and mouth as he inhales deeply of her scent. She feels another trickle of wetness flood her as she watches her most intimate apparel be devoured by this man. Looking down she sees his hardness bursting in his pants. Her small, warm hand cups him on the outside of his clothes. His hips lift from the bed to thrust his cock into her palm and she squeezes it lightly. Smiling she hears his muffled moan from beneath her panties. 

Pulling her panties from his face, Lisa dances away again and sits in the cushioned chair that is facing the bed. Hooking both her naked thighs over the arms of the chair she opens her moist center to his eyes, wide. Placing her head with her neck resting on the back of the chair, her long blond hair flows freely. She runs her hands over her breasts and tugs on her nipples

Greg's eyes never leave this vision before him as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants to free his swollen member sighing as the cool air hits his hot skin. His large, firm hand grips his cock and he pumps it slowly up and down, watching Lisa the entire time. 

Lisa runs her hands across her tummy and down to swirl her fingers though her moist blond curls. Lower they go to the engorged, puffy lips that were lightly haired. Perfect manicured fingernails open her labia so Greg can see the pretty pink insides of her. Soft, smooth and wet, he can smell her scent from across the room as he inhales deeply. Still stroking his erection, Greg watches as Lisa slips her first finger inside of herself, where he so wants to go. Her dainty thumb slides gently across her little bud. 

He stares, not looking away for even a second as he stokes himself harder and faster listening to her sweet moans as she is bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. Greg knows he was going to cum, he feels his seed boiling hotly in his sac. 

He climbs from the bed to stand in front of Lisa just as she squeals out, " Ohhh yess! I am cumming" 

Greg feels the first load of hot cum shoot up from his balls through the hardened shaft to land on her tits. His next shot hits her belly and then another and another. The final load lands in her soft little puff of blond curls. He looks down at it while he sways gently on his feet from the weakened state of post orgasm. He plops down at the end of the bed knowing he could no longer stand, his legs would not hold him. 

He looks at Lisa and watches as she raises her head from the back of the chair to rub his white warm cum all over her body just as if it were an expensive lotion. She slides it smoothly across her nipples and down her tummy, rubbing in the load that had landed on her mons. 

His eyes stare at the glistening trail all over her gorgeous body. Her fingers slip down to the wetness between her own legs, idly caressing herself. He watches as she sucks three sticky fingers noisily, tasting both of their juices coating her fingers. Greg closes his eyes and allows this lovely vision to stay in his mind long after she finished. 

Ohhh, God, he made it. He did not know how, but he did not fuck another woman; the only other woman he had ever wanted since he married his lovely Kathy. He knew this was still cheating, he was not fooling himself, but this at least, he felt he could live with. 

Lisa stood up on trembling legs and bent over his body to kiss him lightly on his closed eyelids. Naked and looking splendidly flush she walks over to the night table to get another glass of wine. With her blond hair tousled, Lisa looks incredible as she sips her wine. 

Standing up, Greg tucks himself back into his pants before coming towards her and she hands him his glass of wine. 

"Still Friends?" she queries as she holds up her glass. 

" The Best!" he answers and clicks her glass with his, smiling. 

© 1998, Misty's Erotic Stories

The Best of Friends



Fenny looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked awful. She was too short, only 5'6", her tits were too big at 36D, and now her ass was starting to look fat – no wonder since the scales were now close to hitting 130 lbs. Pretty soon she was bound to have huge thighs, floppy arms and a fat belly. No wonder she was still single at the age of 26. She brushed her shoulder length blonde hair and applied some makeup to bring out her emerald green eyes. Were those wrinkles that she was starting to get? She was doomed to stay single for the rest of her life.

Maybe she shouldn't have left Ian. Sure, he'd been a complete asshole and he'd abused her, but at least she'd had a man. She'd been Ian's fiancée. She hadn't been Fenny-she's-single-don't-you-know. Now it felt as though the whole world looked at her as if she were some kind of a freak. What was wrong with this girl who was still single at the ripe old age of 26?

A knock on the door woke Fenny from her daydreams.

"Are you ready, Fen?" called her brother. "People will start arriving any minute now."

At the age of 30 Fenny's brother Phil was a playboy. He owned a fantastic apartment, he'd made a small fortune in banking and he had a different girlfriend every week. Nobody ever questioned why he was still single. It was different for guys. They weren't seen as failures or over-the-hill if they hadn't nailed themselves a wife by the time they were 25. Almost every weekend he threw lavish parties and this was the first time he'd managed to persuade Fenny to come since she walked out on Ian. She slipped into a little black dress that showed off every curve in her body and prayed that Phil would turn the lights down low so that nobody could see how fat her ass was getting, or her big tits. She was dreading this. Why had she agreed to come tonight? It was going to be Phil's single friends, who all knew that she was no longer engaged, and a lot of women who were probably both younger and prettier than she was.

The party started as badly as she'd expected. People came up to her and commiserated with her on her broken engagement. They all assumed that she'd been the one who was dumped. After all, why would she – a mere teacher – dump a successful corporate lawyer? A lawyer who'd been seen with several new girls since their break-up two months earlier. Fenny on the other hand had retreated into her own shell and bought herself a rundown property to renovate. Only her brothers knew the full story. Only her brothers knew how Ian had raped her and forced her to fuck other men. Only her brothers knew that the baby she'd lost after Ian had beaten her had not been Ian's, but the product of her fiancé making another guy fuck her without a condom. Only Ian knew whether there'd been any permanent damage when Fenny's brothers beat him to a pulp the night after they helped her move all her stuff out of his house. This thought made Fenny smile and she looked straight into the eyes of Andy.

"It's good to see you smile, Fen," said Andy and kissed her cheek before sitting down next to her. 

"Hi Andy! I didn't know you were coming tonight!" Fenny's face lit up as she started talking with Phil's best friend. Phil and Andy had been best friends as long as Fenny could remember and when she was a teenager she'd had a massive crush on him. Unfortunately they'd never been single at the same time, not that Andy had ever shown any interest in her. Now he was living with his girlfriend. "Is Celeste here tonight?"

"No," was Andy's short answer.

"Is something the matter," asked Fenny, feeling the tension in the body next to hers on the couch.

Andy sighed. "I guess you'll find out sooner or later. Celeste dumped me."

The stupid bitch! She didn't know what a good thing she had in Andy. "Oh, I'm so sorry. When did that happen?"

"Last weekend. It was the second anniversary of our first date and the first anniversary of her moving in with me. I thought it would be romantic as hell to propose to her. She took one look at the engagement ring, laughed in my face and took off. Monday night when I came home from work, she'd cleared out all her stuff. I guess I wasn't good enough for her."

"Not good enough for her?" Fenny couldn't believe her ears. "You're tall, fit and good-looking. You run your own company and last time I heard you were really successful. How can you not be good enough for her?"

Andy smiled and his blue eyes beamed into Fenny's green. "I need to hire you as my personal PR assistant."

"I'm only telling the truth."

"Oh, sweet innocent Fenny. Love, devotion and a promise to provide for her to the best of my abilities isn't enough for every woman. Celeste's sister is married to Lord Something-or-other. Celeste herself used to date the heir of some billionaire businessman before she met me. She was just slumming it with me and I was foolish enough to think that she would actually consider spending the rest of her life with me."

Fenny and Andy spent the next few hours on the couch, talking about everything under the sun. The topics of Ian and Celeste were off limits, but other than that they shared everything. Despite having known each other for over 20 years they realised that they hadn't known each other all that well, but now they discovered how much they had in common. They loved the same movies, they read the same books, they even listened to the same music (apart from Andy's fascination with 70's pop music, which was a bit embarrassing, but he didn't hold the fact that Fenny was quite happy to relax with a bowl of popcorn in front of a mushy romantic movie against her). He made her laugh like she hadn't laughed for a long time and he was genuinely interested when she told him little anecdotes from her life as a third grade teacher.

Before she knew what had happened the apartment seemed empty and she was feeling rather tipsy. She looked around and all the guests seemed gone, apart from the redhead her brother was making out with in the corner.

"Do you want another drink?" Andy asked and Fenny realised that she'd had far too much already. Andy had kept topping up her glass and she'd lost count of how much she'd had.

"No, thanks," she replied. "I think I've had enough. What time is it?"

"It's just after 2 a.m." Andy replied. "I guess that's why the place is so empty. I totally lost track of time."

"Me too," Fenny smiled at him. "I've really enjoyed myself tonight. I'm glad I came."

"So am I," Andy said. "I wasn't going to, but Phil talked me into it."

"Same here."

"Did anyone say my name?" Phil walked up to Andy and Fenny with the redhead in tow. "You kids have fun and don't forget to turn off the lights. You can sleep on the couch if you don't want to get a cab, Andy. Emily and I are off to bed."

"My name is Emma!" the redhead corrected him.

"Of course it is!" Phil kissed her and groped her ass, making her giggle as she headed towards his bedroom. Phil turned around to the pair on the couch and mouthed 'whatever'.

As the door closed behind Phil and they heard the thud of two bodies landing on the bed, Fenny and Andy looked at each other and laughed embarrassedly.

"I can't believe he did that in front of you," said Andy and shook his head.

"He knows that I know what he's like," she replied and bit her lip. "I guess I should be heading to bed too. I'm in the guest bedroom. Will you be sleeping on the couch?"

"Yeah... I've drunk too much to drive home and I don't fancy having to come back tomorrow to get my car."

Fenny went to the bathroom and cleaned off her makeup and brushed her teeth. She then changed into one of Phil's old t-shirts that she was using as a nightgown and was about to get into bed when there was a knock on the door. It was Andy.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I could do with some sheets and a pillow for the couch and they're in here."

"Oh, yeah. I should've thought of that before I closed the door." Fenny stood back and watched Andy get what he needed from the closets.

"I really enjoyed our chat tonight," he said and looked at her, making her feel self-conscious since she wasn't wearing a bra. "Well, goodnight then."

"Goodnight," she replied and angled her face for Andy's kiss on her cheek.

Andy's lips rested on her cheek a bit longer than normal and he slowly pulled away. Fenny turned her face and they stood there, lips an inch apart, until Andy closed in on her lips, softly caressing them with his. He threw the pillow on the floor and wrapped his arms around Fenny, pulling her up on her toes to better match his height of 6'2". His tongue parted her lips and invaded her mouth where her tongue welcomed it with playful activity.

Fenny's hands trawled across Andy's back, feeling his muscles and holding on to him as if her life depended on it. His hands moved down to her ass, which he caressed and squeezed lightly. He then broke his lips free from hers and started kissing her neck, nibbling behind her ear and making her emit high-pitched sounds of pure pleasure. Slowly he moved his head further down, kissing her throat while his hands cupped and caressed her full-sized tits with his thumbs resting on the now hard nipples.

As Andy slowly moved away from Fenny, the only sound in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing. They stood and looked at each other for a few minutes. Fenny felt the juices escaping her pussy and dripping into her panties and proof of Andy's excitement was a highly visible bulge in his slacks. Fenny looked into Andy's cool blue eyes where there was a fire burning tonight. He wanted her. She wanted him. Neither wanted to speak a word. They both realised the possibly embarrassing consequences to what they were contemplating doing. Fenny felt another tingle in her pussy. She didn't care anymore. This might be her only chance and she knew that she'd always wonder 'what if' if she didn't go ahead tonight.

She pulled the t-shirt over her head, exposing her luscious curves and big tits to the cool air. She then pulled her panties down, giving Andy first sight of her shaved pussy. Nobody still spoke a word as she stood naked before him. His eyes took in every detail of her body. They moved from her feet, up her legs, past her soft thighs and her naked pussy to her flat tummy and then those generous breasts. They finally came to rest on her vividly green eyes. He smiled an enigmatic smile and, without releasing eye contact, he unbuttoned his shirt. He then kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. His trousers hit the floor and he stepped out of them. His only garment now were his boxers. He nodded at Fenny and she moved up to him, kneeled in front of him and pulled his shorts off.

Andy's cock shot to full attention in front of Fenny's face as she pulled his boxers down and off his feet. She looked at the magnificent tool in front of her. It was close to 8 inches with generous girth. It was so smooth, with a few veins breaking out. At the end the thick head that shone with precum had broken out from the shaft, promising pleasure for a tight and wet pussy like Fenny's. She slowly licked her lips as she looked up into Andy's eyes and saw the encouraging smile on his face.

She kissed his cock head and wrapped her lips around it. With her tongue she lapped up the precum and teased the little hole where it was leaking from. She wrapped her soft hand around the powerful shaft and another hand around his balls. She started moving her hand up and down his shaft, slowly and methodically. The big, throbbing head was still in her mouth, being mercilessly teased by her tongue while her hand worked up and down the shaft that was so thick she couldn't reach completely around it. Back and forth, she moved her hand, from the head to the blonde curls and back to the head again.

Fenny sucked Andy's cock deeper and deeper and she smiled inwardly as she heard his gasps. He was enjoying this. His hands came to rest softly on her head, not forcing himself deeper down her throat, but encouraging her to take more of him into her mouth. Fenny kept sucking and teasing. The wonderful shaft in her mouth was sliding in and out across her lips. She could hear words of encouragement from Andy. She guessed that he probably didn't have far to go so she made a decision. As his cock slid inside her mouth again she deep-throated him and was rewarded with a loud moan. She let him go and then deep-throated him again.

"Fenny, baby," Andy panted, "I'm gonna cum."

She knew that he'd warned her so that she could let go, but she kept sucking. She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted him to cum in her hungry mouth so she didn't let go. She felt his cock twitching on her tongue as he finally released his load and she lapped up his juice and kept sucking until he'd run dry.

He pulled her up and kissed her deeply. For what felt like several minutes, they stood there, her breasts pressed against his chest, lips against lips, tongues playfully exploring each other's mouths.

"Oh, Fenny," Andy moaned against her lips. "Let me taste you like you tasted me."

Fenny walked up to the bed and sat on it. Andy smiled as he followed her. He took her back into his arms and soon they lay in each other's arms, hands exploring each other's bodies and mouths devouring each other. It wasn't long before Andy had her pinned down on her back as he concentrated his attention on her tits. He cupped them with his hands and started kneading them. He kissed each nipple. He sucked on her nipples. He bit her nipples.

Each new action that Andy made on her tits made Fenny sigh with pleasure. With one tit in his mouth and his hand taking care of the other he made Fenny cum for the first time. Andy's lips trawled further south. He teased her bellybutton with his tongue and soon his lips were on the naked lips of Fenny's pussy. He teased the insides of her thighs with his fingers and slowly parted her legs as wide as possible. He showered her with kisses as her pussy opened up before him like sweet, pink rose petals.

Fenny gasped audibly as she finally felt Andy's lips on her clit. He teased her little nub with his tongue and then he sucked on it. Then his mouth moved to her moist hole and he slowly entered it with his tongue. Fenny squirmed with pleasure underneath him. Her breathing was getting out of control. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. Once again she felt his lips on her clit as his fingers started slipping inside her tight cunt, one by one. She started kneading her own tits. She wanted to wrap her legs around Andy's head, but the position of his body stopped her from moving her hips and thighs. She was at his mercy and it was the most exquisite feeling she'd ever experienced.

By now he had three fingers pumping her and his hand was covered in her juices. He kept sucking her clit, teasing it with his tongue and sucking some more. She pinched her nipples hard.

"Mmmmmmmmmm... Annnndy," she moaned. "I'm cumming..."

Her body convulsed in pleasure and her cunt contracted around his fingers. Her back arched and her toes curled as the waves of pleasure took control over her body. It wasn't until her body had relaxed again and Fenny's breathing calmed down that Andy pulled his fingers out, let go of her clit and slowly made the journey back up to face her. He stopped to kiss her sensitised nipples and then he lay next to her, his arms wrapped around her as he kissed her.

"You tasted so wonderful, Fenny," he whispered in her ear and kissed her.

"It was wonderful for me too," Fenny smiled and felt oddly shy, considering what they'd just done.

"I want more of you," Andy pressed his erection against her.

"Please," Fenny turned to face him. "Take me, Andy. I'm yours."

Andy kissed her and told her not to move. He disappeared to the bathroom and came back with a smile on his face and a foil wrapped package in his hand. He slipped the condom on his erect penis and kneeled between Fenny's legs. He bent over and kissed her deeply. He caressed her tits and her waist. Soon his hands were back at her naked pussy and he touched her softly. Fenny's gasp for breath told him that she wanted this as much as he did.

She parted her legs wide and Andy leaned on his strong arms, a hand placed on either side of her chest. She reached down and guided Andy to her warm hole and they both moaned with pleasure as he buried his cock deep inside her tight, wet hole. He stayed there for what seemed like an eternity. He rested his weight on his elbows as he kissed her neck, her ears, her face and finally her mouth. Fenny wrapped her legs around him, angling her hips to feel him deeper inside. They kissed, ravaging each other with their tongues. Andy's chest felt strong and hard against Fenny's soft tits.

Then he started rocking. Slowly they built up a rhythm where his thrusts were met by her willing hips. With each of his thrusts he buried his cock deep inside her hungry cunt. With each thrust he felt himself deeper and Fenny made a sweet gasp as his pubic bone put pressure against her clit.

They rolled over and suddenly Fenny was on top, forcing herself down on his thick and juicy cock. Then they rolled over again and once more Andy impaled her on his hard shaft. Ever so often they heard a thump from the bedroom next door, but it didn't bother them. They kept kissing and rocking. Neither of them wanted to cum yet. Neither of them wanted this to be over. But the pleasure was so great that not even the fact that they'd already made each other cum with their mouths previously was able to stop them now.

Fenny's breaths got shorter and more intense. Andy's pace had picked up significantly. He raised his body, leaning on his arms to be able to fuck her harder and faster. Their wet union echoed in the room. Finally Fenny let out a high pitched moan as her body writhed under his and this was what sent him beyond the point of no return. As her tight cunt squeezed him even harder he made a final thrust inside her and his cock twitched as he shot his load.

Andy collapsed on top of Fenny and kissed her deeply as he pulled himself out of her. Then he rolled over on his back and they soon fell asleep in each other's arms. At some point during the night Andy woke up and was cold. He pulled the cover over him and his best friend's sister and slept again.

"Fenny, do you know when..." Phil walked into his guest bedroom to talk to his sister and the sight of the two bodies in the bed stopped him in his strides. "Andy!"

Fenny slowly woke up and smiled as she remembered last night. She looked over at the clock and it was already 11. She heard Andy's voice as she turned over to look at her brother who'd just spoken.

"Oh, Phil, uhmmmm, hi," Andy said, trying to keep the young woman in his arms covered. ""I know how this must look to you..."

"I'll tell you what it looks like. My best friend shagged my little sister." Phil laughed. "Don't worry, mate, I couldn't think of a better guy for my little sis. You of all people know what happens to guys who hurt her."

Fenny and Andy looked at each other as Phil started roaring with laughter at his own joke. "OK, now that I know where you both are, get yourself decent while I whip up a good hangover breakfast."

Early in the afternoon Andy knew that he had to get back home and he offered Fenny a lift. They sat in silence in the car until they got out on the motorway.

"I really enjoyed last night," he said to Fenny. "I hope you don't think it was a mistake."

"Oh no," she smiled back. "I just... Well... I don't want to be your rebound girl. You wanted to marry Celeste, you must have had strong feelings for her."

"Are you over Ian yet?" Andy asked. "Phil's told me a lot about what happened."

"I'm over him," she confirmed. "But I don't know if I'm ready to trust another guy again."

"You can always trust me."

"I wouldn't have been able to sleep with you last night if I didn't trust you. But it's a big step to go from sleeping with each other and having a relationship. I don't want someone to have sex with. I'm looking for a ring on my finger. I want love, marriage and children. Right now I'm still a bit vulnerable, and you need time to get over Celeste."




The Best of Friends



"You're right. Let's not ruin what we could have by being each other's rebound lover."

By the time they reached Fenny's house they'd decided to not take the relationship any further. If they were really meant to be they would get together, but their friendship was too important to lose on sex. Fenny smiled for the first time in months as she entered her house. It had been wonderful to have sex with a man who wanted to give her pleasure, rather than one who took his own pleasure from her. She just couldn't believe that she'd finally slept with Andy, it felt like a dream.

The next month passed slowly. Fenny worked every day and spent every spare moment working on her house. Andy popped over on a regular basis, helping her with odd jobs and talking. He talked about his business. Fenny talked about school. Nobody mentioned sex. Then one day Fenny was running down the stairs and she fell. When she tried to get up she couldn't put any weight on her foot. She reached for her phone and dialled her parents' number, but they weren't in. She called her best friend, but there was no answer. She dialled Andy's number and he answered after 2 rings.

"Andy," she cried. "I've fallen down the stairs and I've hurt my foot. It's really painful."

"I'll be there in 5 minutes," he said and hung up. 

It felt like ages, but she soon heard the roar of his sports car down her narrow road and it came to a screeching halt outside her door. He opened the door and ran up to her.

"Is your foot still hurting?" he asked as he knelt next to her. He started pulling off her sock and she screamed in pain. They heard the sound of a car horn from outside. Andy picked her up in his arms and managed to lock the door behind them. He carried her to his double parked car and helped her into the passenger seat. The guy behind him was getting irate, but it didn't faze Andy. He slipped into the driver's seat and drove Fenny to the hospital.

The next day Fenny was at home, trying to master the art of walking up and down stairs with her crutches, when the doorbell rang. It was Andy and he'd brought a big bouquet of red roses. He didn't waste any time on small talk.

"I want us to start dating," he said to Fenny. "What I felt for Celeste was nothing compared with how I felt when you called me yesterday. You've always been in my life so I guess I was blind to you, but that night at Phil's... I don't know about you, but I can't forget it. And it's not because the sex was great, it's because it was you."

"Are you sure?" Fenny croaked, not able to really understand that Andy seemed to want exactly what she wanted.

"I've never been more sure in my life. I want a wife and children. I want to settle down. We've done this the wrong way, Fenny. We made wonderful love. I can't say that I don't want to make love to you again, because I do. I'd take you right here on the kitchen table. But I want us to do this right. Let's start dating. Let's get to know each first."

"But we've known each other all our lives."

"I'm talking about really knowing each other. Not as a guy and his best friend's pesky little sister. Let's get to know each other as a man and a woman who are sexually attracted to each other and who both want to move on to the next stage."

Fenny smiled at him. She knew now that she didn't need to get to know him any better. She loved Andy. She'd loved him all her life and she wanted to love him until they were both old and wrinkly.

"When's our first date?" she asked.

For the next few months Fenny and Andy saw each other at least twice a week. They never made any attempt at having sex, but enjoyed each other's company. Fenny also made friends with George, a new teacher at her school. He was new in town and Fenny was happy to show him around. They joked around a lot and they both had a very risqué sense of humour. One night, they both got drunk at the 30th birthday party of one of their colleagues and the next morning Fenny woke up in George's bed. She was so ashamed of herself. The frustration of being so close to Andy and not having sex, combined with the flirtatious relationship she had with George and way too much alcohol had led to a disastrous outcome. The next morning she asked him if he'd worn a condom and he said that she had nothing to worry about.

When she told Andy what had happened he was angry. They had a big fight and Andy yelled that he never wanted to see her again and slammed the door. George couldn't be happier. She kept going out on dates with him and he started talking about getting married. Fenny knew deep inside that it wasn't what she wanted, but Andy refused to take her calls and she didn't want to be alone anymore. She knew that George was a wonderful father to his children and he wanted to have more children with her. Her parents were concerned about the 12 year age difference between her and George, but she'd made up her mind. Next time George brought up the subject of marriage she would say yes.

One morning as she was getting ready for work she got a call from her brother. Their father had had a heart attack and they didn't know if he'd make it. She got compassionate leave from her work and spent the next few days at hospital with her mother and brothers. During their father's bypass surgery Phil finally couldn't take it any longer when Fenny got back from having spoken with George.

"This is your fault, Fenny!" he yelled.

"How is this my fault?"

"You've driven dad to this with your insane life choices. You were engaged to Ian, whom none of us approved of. Then when we thought that you'd finally come to your senses and started dating Andy, you just couldn't settle for the best guy you'll ever know. No, you had to ruin it by fucking some divorced teacher guy with three kids. Can't you see what this is doing to dad? He can never stop worrying about you for one second?"

Fenny ran out of the hospital and down to the park. She knew that Phil was right. She knew that she'd ruined her chances of getting the man of her dreams. She knew that she had to make it right, but she didn't know how to. Andy still didn't want to talk with her.

With their father out of surgery, Fenny started mending fences with Phil. She gave all the excuses she could think of to not see George and started working on a plan. She begged Phil to take her as his date to Andy's 31st birthday party. Andy wasn't thrilled when she got there and spent the evening practically having sex in public with his own date. Fenny was about to give up. She'd made her bed, now she was going to have to lie in it.

"Fen," Phil came up to her. "I'm going to give you one chance to sort this out. Next time Andy goes to fill up his glass I'm going to ask that little bimbo to dance. You take her place. Do whatever you did that night at my place. I'll make sure everybody goes home and leaves you alone. Good luck."

It wasn't long before Andy took his empty glass to the kitchen. Phil did as he'd promised and when Andy came back it was Fenny who was waiting for him.

"Oh look," Andy said distastefully. "If it isn't my favourite little slut. What's wrong? Couldn't find anyone else to fuck you tonight? Is that why you've come to old Andy again? Andy hasn't been laid for months so he'll be desperate enough to fuck you, eh?"

His words hurt, but Fenny didn't move. "I have to talk to you Andy," she said silently. "Please come out in the garden with me."

She wouldn't take no for an answer and soon they were sitting in a silent corner of the garden.

"What I did was so wrong," Fenny said. "I was so in love with you and I ruined it by a stupid, drunken night with George. I have no excuses for getting so drunk that I didn't care what I did. I have no excuse for hurting you like this. But I want you to know that I loved you so much and I love you even more now. I'm willing to do anything to get your trust and love back."

"Have you and that George character fucked since? Phil tells me he wants to marry you."

"He's wanted to have sex again. I'll be honest, I'd almost decided to say yes to his proposal. But every time he wants to sleep with me, every time he wants to put a ring on my finger, all I can think of is you. If he's all I can get, then I'll marry him. But first I want to hear from you that you think that someone else can make you happier than I can. I want to hear from you that I'm not making the biggest mistake of my life to give you up."

Andy wrapped his arms around her. "I haven't stopped loving you, but how can I trust you?"

The music was gone and there were no sounds coming from the house. Fenny stood up and held Andy's hand as they walked to the house. It was empty. They walked upstairs and she kissed him. "I love you, Andy," she said as he got into bed. She went to the toilet and was about to get undressed as she heard him snore. She laughed with despair. Would he remember this in the morning? He was so drunk tonight. She undressed him and covered his sleeping body with a sheet. She went back downstairs and cleaned up the house. Then she had a shower and found one of Andy's t-shirts to sleep in and she went to bed in the spare bedroom.

The next morning Fenny woke up to the sound of grunts from next door. Then she heard the shower. She went downstairs and made some coffee and startled Andy as he came down to have breakfast.

"Fenny!" he said with surprise. "What the fuck are you doing here? We broke up!"

"Sit down, Andy," she said firmly. "We made up last night."

"Oh, I just accepted that you'd fucked someone else while we were dating and that was it?"

"No, but I love you and you love me and we're both miserable without you. You were willing to start all over last night, why do you have to be so nasty now?"

"Maybe it is because I'm still hurting."

Fenny left him. When she came home she found George waiting outside her house.

"Where have you been?" he demanded to know.

"It was Andy's birthday yesterday, I spent the night."

"Andy as in your ex-boyfriend Andy?"

"That would be the one."

"You're telling me that you've spent the night with him when you refuse to uncross your legs for me? We're supposed to be getting engaged."

"What do you mean that I refuse to uncross my legs for you?"

"Exactly what I said. I've tried everything to get you to fuck me, but you just keep giving me excuses."

"What about that night after Dan's birthday party?" 

"You were so shit faced that someone had to make sure you got home. But you were asleep before I got your clothes off and no matter how much I tried to finger your wet cunt, kiss you and tease your tits you didn't wake up."

"Let me get this straight," Fenny was furious. "You took me home when I was too drunk to protest. You then tried to rape me in my sleep. You then let me think that I had fucked you after all, ruining my relationship with the only man I've ever loved?"

"You were gagging for it. For weeks you'd been dripping for me. I could tell."

Someone grabbed hold of George and pulled him off the bench where they were sitting. "I suggest you get the hell out of here and don't ever dream of touching my fiancée ever again or I will kill you."

Fenny and George turned at the same time and looked at Andy. Fenny was still in shock from George's confession. Andy's face was furious.

"Don't you understand English?" he growled at George. "Get yourself out of here!"

George was 4 inches shorter than Andy and did not have half the muscles of the former rugby player. He made a run for it.

"Did you hear that?" Fenny gasped. "I never slept with him."

"I heard it," Andy took her in his arms.

"When I woke up that morning I had little bruises all over my body, I could feel that I'd been penetrated. I just assumed that I'd let him have sex with me."

"I'm so sorry I broke up with you like that. When you left this morning I realised that you're the only woman I've ever loved and I was going to tell you that I'd forgive you. I got so mad when I saw you talking with George, then I heard what he said. I'm sorry, will you forgive me for how I treated you?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Andy. What matters now is that we're together and nothing will ever tear us apart again. Hang on... Did you call me your fiancée just before?"

Andy blushed. "Well... I got a bit carried away. But now that we're alone..." He got down on his knee. "You're the only woman I have ever loved. You're the only woman I will ever love. Please, do me the honour of being my wife. Please, marry me and be the mother of my children."

"I want nothing more than that," Fenny smiled and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

Andy returned the kiss and took Fenny's key from her pocket.

"Let's go inside," he whispered in her ear.

Once inside they made their way up to the bedroom. They undressed each other with an urgency that they'd never felt before. Soon the stumbled onto the bed and by the time they were both horizontal, Andy was inside Fenny. Their love making was intense. Andy ploughed his cock as deep inside Fenny as he could. He moved faster and faster. Fenny wrapped her legs around his waste, meeting his thrusts and wanting to feel him deeper. It didn't take them long to cum in an earth-shattering orgasm, but that wasn't enough.

Andy was on his back and Fenny sucked his cock into her mouth, licking off her own juices as they hadn't used a condom. He was soon hard again and Fenny mounted him. This time they took it slower. Fenny rode his hard cock and he used his hips to move with her. He kneaded her tits and rose to suck on them. They kissed deeply and in the middle of the kiss they both came.

By the time they'd showered they'd made love again. They couldn't get enough of each other's bodies. That afternoon they dropped in on Fenny's parents to get their permission to get married. They then brought the good news to Andy's parents. Next they stopped at Andy's place to pack some clothes for him. He pushed Fenny up against the wall and kissed her deeply. Before she knew what had happened he'd pulled her trousers down and he was entering her. They fucked fast and hard against the wall, knocking over a chair as they took their union to the bed after Fenny's first orgasm. Andy kept thrusting into her and soon they both managed to cum.

By the time the sun set on that magical May evening, they were lying on Fenny's bed, absolutely exhausted. They'd lost count of how many times they'd had sex. Their appetite for each other was insatiable.

It wasn't long before Andy and Fenny were married and they'd soon made a baby together. It's now been 5 years since Fenny left her destructive relationship with Ian and she knows it was the best decision she ever made. Every morning she wakes up and looks at her husband she remembers how lucky she's been. 



The Best of Friends



Unlike my previous stories, this one was not based on real life, but rather created for the pleasure of my wonderful wife. In between when this story was started, and when I finished it, her fantasy came true; but not at all like I had envisioned it below. We hope you enjoy it.



"I'm back!" I smelled incense as I shut the door behind me. "Any word from Kath yet?"

My wife, Ann, appeared down the hall in a thin robe; her hair wet from the shower. "She called not too long ago - she'll be here in about an hour. What time do my parents need us to pick up 'the small' tomorrow?"

"Not until three." I smiled at her. "Nervous?"

"No. Yes. Maybe. You know how much I've been crushing on her!" Ann's eyes closed slightly as she pictured their friend with her spiky punk hair on top of her slight frame. Bold tattoos showed on her arms and legs, giving her a butch aspect that Ann found incredibly attractive. Kath usually wore over-large clothes that concealed her body – it was only occasionally that we had had glimpses of the form concealed beneath. Ann's nipples crinkled slightly as she remembered seeing Kath in a thin t-shirt, her nipples dark and protruding under the fabric.

"I'm thinking that it's mutual – remember what she told us about how red, red wine affects her?" I smiled as I sang the words to the reggae song, moving closer to Ann and encircling her with my arms. I could feel the heat of her small, tight body through the light silk. My own body responded as I caressed her back and the top of Ann's ass as I held her close to me.

Ann giggled. "'Can't be held responsible for my actions', is the quote I believe. We've got some, right?" 

"Yep, plenty." I brought a hand around, and teased the underside of one breast and a nipple through the slick material. I felt it tighten before she pushed me away. 

"Stop that Eric!" She laughed. "I have to finish getting dressed, and weren't you going to take a shower? Otherwise we may still be naked when she gets here."

"And that would be a bad thing how?"

"Git!"

I got. As I shaved and showered, I thought about the last time that Ann and I had gone dancing. Ann had really let loose that night, and I had never had as much fun dancing as I had then. The small dance floor had been packed, and we worked our way up in front of the stage so that we could watch the band. Ann had her back to me, and ground her perfect tight ass into my crotch; keeping me hard for her all night. 

I found myself stiffening at the memory; I quickly finished washing my hair and shaved my balls as usual. Forcing myself to shut off the hot water, I started drying myself off before wrapping the towel around my waist and stepping into the bedroom. What met my eyes caused me to stop in my tracks and drop my jaw. Ann's eyes met mine in the full length closet mirror she was standing in front of. "You like?" 

I didn't answer as my eyes moved slowly up her body. Her feet were encased in heels, giving her an extra two or three inches in height and lengthening her shapely legs. Fishnet hose accented the shape of her legs, before disappearing under the mid-thigh length tight black skirt. On top of it all was a leather corset, the white skin of her back showing erotically through the laced up gap. 

"You might not make it out the door looking like that!" I moved in close behind Ann, holding on to her hips as I pressed myself against her, nuzzling her neck as I devoured the sight of her in the mirror.

"Time for that later," she laughed. "Help lace me up tighter so I can get some cleavage out of this." I tightened the laces as she arranged her 'B cups' to maximum effect. Her breasts were pushed up by the tight leather, her nipples and areolas barely hidden. 

"Holy crap," I breathed. My towel tented even more as I took in the erotic vision of my wife posed before me. 

Ann looked down, suddenly shy. "Are you sure I look OK? You don't mind being seen with me like this?"

"Are you kidding me? I love seeing you like this. I should make you dress like this more often when we go out." She smiled a bit at that, her submissive nature liking the thought of being told how to dress. "Which reminds me, what do you have under here?" I walked forward, looking down into Ann's eyes as I leaned in for a kiss. I caressed her ass with my hands, and then moved my hand down onto bare skin and up again, raising the back of her skirt and revealing a matching leather thong. "Nice, but I have something else for you to wear tonight instead." I moved to my dresser, and took a small piece of cloth out of the top drawer. 

"Is that what I think it is?"

"If you remember our conversation from the last time we went out dancing, then yes." I flipped a small switch on the inch and a half long piece of plastic, and tucked it back into its pocket. "All set. Put that on, and I'll finish getting dressed myself." 

"I know we talked about this before, but tonight? With Kath?" She looked hesitant, and a little worried.

"Yes tonight; and yes with Kath. Trust me." She took the small piece of material, and I kissed her, tasting her lips with my tongue briefly before moving to get dressed myself. For my part, dressing to go out was easy. I didn't bother with putting on a pair of boxers under my black jeans. A casual button up shirt worn untucked and a pair of motorcycle boots completed my task, and I looked up at Ann from my seat on the bed. 

She was stunning. Her curly brunette hair framed her elfin face; accenting her cheekbones and brushing the tops of her bare shoulders. The leather corset pushed her small breasts up and in, giving her a distracting amount of cleavage. As she moved, a hint of her flat belly showed between the corset and her skirt, the jewel in her pierced navel glinting enticingly. The fishnets made every curve of her legs apparent, and drew the eyes up to her perfect ass. The thin material of her skirt was stretched tight, and announced to the world that she either had on the smallest of thongs or nothing at all. Ann was Eros incarnate, and my cock instantly stiffened inside my pants as I gazed at her.

"You are so beautiful." I couldn't resist taking her into my arms and kissing her deeply, pressing myself up against her and pushing her against the wall. I massaged her ass with one hand as I held her face with the other as we kissed. Our tongues met and probed against each other, and she moaned into my mouth as she straddled one of my legs, and pressed tight against me.

We were both breathing heavily when we came up for air a minute or so later, and I heard the clicking of shoes walking up the pathway to our front door.

"That's her! You let her in, I've got to fix my makeup after that!"

I walked down the hall as the doorbell rang; trying to readjust myself in my pants so that the first thing Kath saw wasn't my dick waving at her. I was glad I had made the effort, because it was a transformed Kath that I saw when I opened the door.

The typical everyday Kath outfit was a baggy t-shirt and comfortable jeans. They gave her a slightly androgynous look that she normally clearly favored. Tonight was something different altogether.

"Damn Kath, you look great! Come on in." I frankly admired her as she came up for a quick hug, and my hands touched the bare skin of her back for the first time. "Ann will be out in a second. You look like you're ready for a night on the town." 

"Is it too much for you?" She looked down at herself critically. This was a side of Kath I hadn't seen before, and I liked it a lot. Platform wedges were strapped to her feet, bringing her to my height. Her legs were sheathed in tight black leather that showcased her compact ass. The sleeveless and strapless top was also black, made of a shear material that showed glimpses of her torso through the fabric. An extra layer of material removed the shear factor from the material over her breasts, but their movement under the material and the hints of nipple showed that she wasn't wearing a bra. The tribal tattoos on her arms, shoulders, neck and ankles showed up clearly in contrast to her pale skin, giving her a don't fuck with me look.

"You look amazing – I'm feeling under dressed next to you two." Just then Ann appeared from the hall, and I got to watch Kath's eyes widen.

"You are under dressed compared to us. Ann, you are fucking hot in that!" 

I laughed – one of the things we liked about Kath was her bluntness. Some folks had a hard time dealing with that, but we simply found it refreshing. Pouring some wine as the women talked, I sat back as the conversation flowed. We stuck to innocuous topics, and I refreshed their wine glasses and enjoyed watching them interact and become more comfortable with each other. There was still an undercurrent of tension and nervousness though. 

"So where are we going tonight?" Kath sipped at her second glass of Pinot Noir.

"There's a roadhouse just over five minutes from here," I said. "They've got a live band playing tonight that does a good mix of covers – it should be fun."

Kath groaned and covered her face. "I got kicked out of there a couple years ago. I'm not sure if they'll let me in or not." 

I was laughing too hard to speak, and Ann asked the obvious question. "Why the hell did you get kicked out?"

"My girlfriend and I were making out on the dance floor, and they fucking tossed us! I don't know if they'll let me back in if they recognize me." She still sounded pissed, and I didn't blame her.

"Hell, I've seen people kissing on the dance floor before. I can't believe that they threw you out for that!" Ann was more than pissed, she looked furious. 

Kath hesitated. "Well, it might have been a little more than just kissing."

"A little more? How much more?" I asked.

"Um, we got a little touchy-feely I suppose."

"Since when does that get you thrown out of a bar?"

"It might have had something to do with my sucking on her tit while we were dancing," she blurted out. For once Kath looked a little embarrassed. "I couldn't help myself, it just popped out!"

I cocked an eyebrow at her and looked skeptical. I hoped my hard-on wasn't as obvious as it felt, but I didn't look down to check.

"OK, fine! I might have helped it out a little bit. I was celebrating the anniversary of my divorce, and I might have had a little too much to drink."

I just looked at her while Ann laughed.

"Fuck you! OK, I had a lot to drink! But still!" She managed to look indignant, which sent Ann and I into further convulsions of laughter.

"Well, I don't think you'll have any problems unless anything else 'pops out' and you can't manage to contain yourself. The bar got new owners not too long ago, so I'm sure it will be fine."

Kath looked a little relieved at that, and picked up her wine glass again. "I hope so. That wasn't so much fun." 

I looked at Ann and winked. "I don't know, I've never been thrown out of a bar before. It might be fun to have a story like that." 

"Don't you even think about it! I don't plan on getting tossed out tonight. I've been looking forward to this too much." 

"Make sure you don't go popping out then. I don't know if I could contain myself, and we know that Kath can't." 

I watched them catch each other's eyes, and hold the gaze while the silence rippled out from my remark. Kath didn't say a word, just sipped her wine and held Ann's eyes. Ann was the first to look away, and finished the last of the wine in her glass. "So when should we leave?"

I looked at my watch. "Anytime. We should probably head out soon if we want to have a chance at grabbing some seats."

They both jumped up, Kath finishing her glass as well. "Just let me go grab my keys and wallet, and we can get out of here. Give me just a sec." I went down the hallway to our bedroom to get my stuff, giving the room the once over. Clean sheets on the California King bed, candles and incense ready to be lit, music set up on the stereo, lube accessible on the headboard – everything looked good. As I came back down the hall I found the girls waiting at the door, heads together and talking quietly. 

"You two ready?"

They looked up at me and grinned. Ann nodded at me. "Are we ever!"

"Let's do it then."

I locked up the house behind them, following the two women down the walkway. The porch light accented both the white of my wife's exposed back, and the tight roundness of Kath's leather encased ass. I grinned to myself; no matter what happened, this was sure to be a night to remember. 

"There's no sense in having someone stuck alone in the back seat. You two sit back there and I'll be your chauffer for the evening." 

Ann looked back at me, her eyebrow raised. I grinned at her. "We can't have Kath getting lonely back there in the back seat all by herself."

I opened the back door of the car, and helped Kath in. The neckline of her blouse fell open as she got in, and I caught a glimpse of the curve of her unfettered breasts. I handed Ann in next, watching her short skirt hike up, exposing the top of her thigh high fishnets. Her small breasts, forced up and in by the corset, looked ready to explode out the top, and I saw Kath lick her lips as Ann got in next to her.

I walked around the back of the car, adjusting myself yet again in my jeans. Maybe I should have worn underwear – my near constant hard on would be a lot less obvious. I shrugged, not really caring, and got in. 

I took the long way, and drove slowly to give Ann and Kath a chance to get comfortable. By the time we pulled in to the parking lot and found a spot, the laughter and giggling from the back seat was near constant. This time I opened the door on Kath's side and extended a hand to help her out. She in turn extended her hand to Ann, who scooted over to climb out. As she did so, Ann's skirt rode up on her legs, exposing the top of her thigh highs and the pale skin above them on the leg nearest us. I groaned in obvious appreciation, and Kath nodded in agreement as she finished pulling Ann to her feet. They stood there, face to face, not saying anything as I closed and locked the car. 

"Are you two coming?" My words seemed to break the spell they were under, and Ann slapped my ass in retaliation for the inadvertent implied pun as we turned to head in. Kath fell into step next to Ann as I paid the small cover charge, and I held the door open for the ladies. 

The band was just finishing setting up, but it was already pretty crowded; and it was obvious that we'd have to get lucky at some point if we wanted to sit down. I made my way through the crowd and found a spot of wall to lean against on one side of the dance floor, about ten feet from the stage. There was even a niche in the wall where we could put our drinks, once we had them. It felt exposed, being as it was right on the dance floor; but I knew that would change as soon as people started dancing seriously.

"If you two will hold this spot, I'll go get us some drinks," I said. "What's your poison tonight? Their margaritas are pretty killer here."

"I'll stick with wine," Kath said. "Something like you were serving at the house would be good." I grinned to myself with the thought of how red wine affected Kath.

"As good as those margaritas are, I think I'll stick with wine myself," chimed in Ann. "They knocked me on my ass last time." 

"And such a nice ass it is, too. I'll be back in a minute." I fought my way through the growing crowd, and eventually managed to get our three drink orders placed. I was planning on leaving my margarita behind and collecting it on a second trip, but a very cute blonde waitress bursting out of a distractingly low cut top noticed my lack of hands and offered to bring it over for me. 

"Here you go," I announced as I handed them their glasses. 

Kath saw the buxom blonde coming up behind me. "What, two hot chicks aren't enough for you? You've got to collect more of 'em?"

I laughed. "Maybe I need some variety. I'm overstocked on brunettes at the moment." I thanked the blonde waitress for her help, and tipped her. "Do you think you could come by here every once in a while? I have a feeling getting to the bar and back is going to be getting harder."

"Sure thing!" she chirped, and started making her rounds just as the band started up their first song.

As close to the stage as we were, the volume made talking difficult, so we relaxed against the wall, sipping our drinks and people watching. I had ended up on one end, with Kath bookending Ann between us. I slipped my left arm around Ann's waist, pressing our hips together. We watched the crowd, something we often did when we were out in public. It was fun to 'girl watch' with her, and although our taste in women wasn't identical, we often found the same women attractive. Kath was definitely one of those women, and I glanced over at her. She was swaying back and forth to the music, people watching herself. Some trick of the stage lights made her blouse more transparent then it had been at the house. You could clearly see her torso now through the gauzy fabric, and although details remained hidden, the outline of her breasts swaying back and forth with her movements was clear. 

I wanted to make sure that my wife had the same view that I did; so I turned my side to the wall, pulling Ann around and spooning her into me, locking my hands low on her stomach so she was facing the same way I was, towards Kath. I felt Ann's breath catch as she saw what I had noticed, and I felt her ass grind back into my crotch, fueling my stiffness. 

The dance floor was starting to fill up now that the band had hit its' stride, and soon we had dancers around us. "Feel like dancing yet?" I asked Ann above the noise.

"You know it!" 

I let go of her and took a half step back in order to give her some room as we started dancing. She didn't turn to face me, but kept her eyes on Kath who put her drink down in the niche, and started dancing as well. The three of us danced in place next to the wall, Ann and I facing Kath with our backs to the band, with Ann's ass occasionally grinding into my crotch. I was already hard from watching Kath's breasts pressing against her top as she raised her hands over her head. Her hips moved sensuously from side to side, following the mid-tempo back beat. Her nipples were obvious, dark and hard, stiff from the friction caused by dancing.

I pressed up close behind Ann, holding her hips as she gyrated against me. Looking at the side of her face, I could see her eyes locked on Kath's form as she danced in front of us. I looked back to Kath, who was no longer watching the band as she danced. Instead, her eyes were raking Ann's body, obviously stopping to linger at the cleavage caused by the restrictive leather. I smiled at Kath as she looked at me, knowing that she had been caught, and she shrugged as if to say 'how could I help myself?' 

The band transitioned from 80's rock into a cover of a recent hip-hop song that I really didn't like very much, and Ann and I took the opportunity to catch our breaths. I leaned into Ann, towards Kath, raising my voice against the heavy bass beat. "Having a good time so far? Need some more wine?"

"Yes and yes!"

I looked at Ann and she nodded as well. I hadn't seen our blonde waitress in a while, no surprise due to the packed dance floor, so I headed off towards the bar. Just as I cleared the dance area, I felt a touch on my elbow. Looking around I saw the waitress that had helped me earlier. "Perfect, thanks..." I leaned closer to read her nametag in the dim lighting. "Thanks Debbie! Could we get another Pinot, a White Merlot, and three tap waters?"

"You got it" she nodded to me, and continued taking some additional orders. I turned to head back to our spot. Just as I was about to cut through the edge of the dance area, I caught a glimpse of Ann and Kath. They had started dancing again, and had moved closer to each other then they had been before. Smiling to myself, I moved a little closer until I had an intermittent view of them through the crowd from about fifteen feet away, in a clear space next to a chest high table filled with half consumed drinks. 




The Best of Friends



I reached into my pocket and found the small fob I had attached to my keys earlier in the evening. My thumb traced the four buttons on the small device until I found the one I wanted. Then I settled back to watch, my thumb positioned and waiting in my pocket.

Soon enough I saw Ann turn towards the band, which put her back to Kath. From where I stood I could see Ann's face, her eyes half closed as she enjoyed the music. As Kath danced close up behind Ann, it appeared that Kath put her hand on Ann's hip. With that, I pushed the button in my pocket. Ann's eyes flew open wide and her head jerked back; enough to let me know that the tiny vibrator in the pocket of her thong had started buzzing at its lowest setting right over her clit. I could see her eyes darting frantically around the room as she regained her rhythm, struggling a little over the distraction of the small device. I took my hand from my pocket, and started towards them again; watching Ann relax once the vibrator had stopped. Kath continued dancing behind her, oblivious. 

When I got there, Ann gave me a look, but didn't want to say anything over the music for fear of being overheard. 

"What happened to the drinks?" Kath called out, still dancing close to Ann.

"They're on the way. Debbie is bringing them over."

Kath laughed. "Damn, he's gone for five minutes and he's got the waitresses name. Better watch this one close Ann; he's got a wandering eye."

Ann grinned back at her. "He can wander all he wants, as long as he takes me along with him. No flying solo!" 

Kath looked at me. "You're a lucky guy, you know that?"

"I tell myself that every single day. Hey, here come the drinks." Debbie made her way along the edge of the dance floor, dodging the flailing limbs with apparent ease. I traded places with Debbie as she arrived with her tray of drinks, in order to shield her from the dancers as she distributed the beverages. 

She glanced over her shoulder at me gratefully. "Thanks! I'll come by later and see if y'all need a refill." 

I thanked her as I paid for the drinks and tipped her, and then watched Ann watch her as she dodged back through the crowd. "Do you think she's on the menu?" I asked.

"I've got other things on my mind tonight."

I grinned and looked past her to Kath. "Ready for more dancing?" They both smiled in answer to my question, and started dancing with each other. I reached over to snag a glass of water; I wanted to keep a clear head tonight, and getting sloppy drunk definitely wasn't on the agenda. 

I moved in close behind Ann. The dance floor was really packed now, and the concept of personal space was vanishing rapidly. The press of people moved Kath in close to Ann as well, and they looked into each other's eyes as we 'danced'. Dancing for style at this point was impossible – this was just dancing for the pure joy of motion. As the press continued, I kept my body in between the main mass of dancers and my two companions. Ann and Kath continued dancing together; taking turns behind each other as they danced, their hands grazing each other's bodies. I was dancing as well, facing them both as they moved, oblivious to the rest of the room. 

Ann turned once again, facing away from Kath, who grabbed Ann's hips and leaned closer, smiling as she danced. Ann bent slightly, sticking out her ass for Kath to press her tight leather pants into. As Kath did just that, I hit the fourth button on the remote, the one that was offset from the others. As the vibrator's highest setting kicked in, Ann instinctively moved her hips away from the sudden vibration, which had the effect of her ass grinding into Kath's crotch. I moved in front of Ann so that she was sandwiched between Kath and myself, still keeping the vibrator on the highest setting. Ann threw her arms around me, and suddenly I was looking directly into Kath's eyes as Ann writhed between us, grinding into my leg in search of yet more stimulation from the tiny vibrator. Ann threw her head back on Kath's shoulder, biting her lip as her eyes rolled back in their sockets. 

I relented a few seconds later as the song ended, and Ann sagged into my arms as Kath looked at me, puzzled.

"What the hell was that?" she asked, as I reached for a glass of water to hand to Ann. 

"You see the effect I have on women" I said with a straight face. "It's really quite a burden."

"Shut up!" Kath looked over at Ann. "You OK? I thought you were going to fall down for a minute."

"I'm fine. Really." It was hard to tell with the stage lights, but it looked like Ann was blushing.

Kath looked unconvinced and I smiled while I stuck my hand in my pocket. Ann's eyes got wide, and she started to shake her head as I pushed the lowest level button again. 

"Eric!" I grinned at her, and then gave her a taste of the second to highest setting. "Oh!"

Kath was looking completely baffled at this point, and kept looking between my smirk and Ann. "OK, who do I have to beat to a pulp in order to know what the hell is going on here?"

"With a threat like that, I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" I slowly brought my hand out of my pocket as Ann's eyes turned into saucers. To her credit, she didn't say anything as I took out my keys and unhooked the matchbook sized remote. Without saying a word I handed it to Kath.

"Come on, let's dance." I pulled Ann around so that my back was to Kath and started dancing. I was watching Ann's face closely, and had positioned her so that Kath could see her face as well. It didn't take long until I could tell that Kath was pressing buttons on the remote – Ann's usually impeccable rhythm was off, she was biting her lower lip, and her eyes kept alternating between wide open and halfway closed. I maneuvered around until I was behind Ann again, and holding her hips directed her back in front of Kath where we continued to dance. 

Kath started dancing as well, the tiny remote unnoticeable in her hand, her eyes locked on Ann's face. She moved closer to us, until Ann was alternately rubbing up against either myself, or against Kath. Their faces scant inches apart, Ann's was now flushed noticeably as Kath and I sandwiched my wife between us. Kath seemed to have determined which button was the highest setting, and was seemingly intent on making Ann pass out. Luckily for Ann the song ended, and we eased her back against the wall to let her recover.

"Whatever this is, I want one!" said Kath, pushing the 'high' button for emphasis, causing Ann to gasp again and grab my arm. I was saved from having to answer by Debbie coming by to see if we wanted any drinks. 

"I'll take another wine," said Kath, with an evil look on her face. "How about you, Ann?" She turned to look at her as she asked the question, and I noticed that one of Kath's hands was out of sight behind her back. 

I looked over at Ann, who had a slightly glazed look on her face. "Earth to Ann. Want anything else to drink?"

She stared at me blankly, her fists clenching at her side, before suddenly blurting out "Water! Please!" and biting her lip again she leaned back against the wall and looked towards the floor.

"And I'll have another margarita, along with some more waters, please. Thanks Debbie."

"No problem, I'll be back in a few minutes." With a final inquisitive glance at Ann, still leaning against the wall, she headed towards the bar. 

I leaned in close to Ann and kissed her. Her tongue stabbed into my mouth before she broke away gasping and leaning into my body. "She won't turn it off!" she panted. 

"Don't look at me," I laughed. "You'll have to talk to Kath about that." I glanced at Kath standing just a foot away. She had an evil smile on her face and didn't look away from Ann.

Ann looked at Kath imploringly. "Please, I can't take much more!" She sighed in relief, and then moaned as the vibrator evidently started up again. 

Kath licked her lips, her tongue stud briefly passing outside her lips; then asked, "You can't take it because it's good, or because it's bad?"

Ann squirmed. "It's good, but it's not good enough! Please, turn it off!"

"What will you do if I do?"

"Anything, just turn it off!" Ann pleaded. A sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.

"Kiss me."

Ann didn't hesitate as she practically threw herself onto the taller woman. I moved to block the view from the main part of the bar. The people on the dance floor didn't notice or didn't care. I could see their tongues tasting each other, exploring back and forth. Ann's hands clenched at her sides, conflicted between the passion she felt for the other woman and the embarrassment at her public display. I solved her dilemma by moving behind her and pinning her wrists at her side. She moaned and sagged against Kath, giving in fully to the sensations. Their kiss deepened as one of Kath's arms snaked around Ann's back, resting on her firm ass beneath the short skirt. 

I could see Kath pulling Ann more firmly to her, her hand reaching down and cupping her ass, pulling her up into their kiss. Ann's arms were almost vibrating with tension and unresolved need as I held them firmly by her wrists. Kath's pulling Ann toward her had arched Ann's chest out while her arms were stretched back. Not by an uncomfortable amount, but enough that her nipples were straining to burst from their confinement. Ann was squirming constantly at this point, panting into Kath's mouth as their tongues continued to caress each other.

I saw Debbie heading towards us with our drinks, so I leaned in close enough that they could both hear me. "Here comes our waitress."

As Kath finally relented, Ann collapsed back into my arms; sweaty and trembling, still reeling from the sensations that Kath had given her. I smiled over Ann's shoulder at Kath, who was nonchalantly collecting our empty glasses in preparation for Debbie's arrival. 

"Am I about to get thrown out again?" Kath asked.

"Nah. They wouldn't be bringing us our drinks if they were going to do that."

She laughed. "Good point."

As Debbie arrived with the drinks, I fished for my wallet with one hand. I looked down at Ann, still leaning back on me. "You look like you need a drink."

"I'd like a drink," she replied, and glanced over at Kath while continuing in a lower voice just for me. "What I need is something else again."

I grinned at her, and helped her to regain her balance and stand on her own once more before paying Debbie; and chatted with her briefly about tonight's crowd, and which nights and bands were most popular. Turning back to rejoin my two beautiful companions, I saw that they were leaning against our wall, heads together in order to talk over the sound of the band. But it was obvious that a Rubicon of some sort had been crossed. The tension that I had observed in both of them earlier was gone. They both seemed more relaxed, and casually touched each other's arms for emphasis while they talked, occasionally holding hands as their conversation flowed. 

It seemed like a good time for a restroom break, and I headed that direction. After I had finished my business and was walking back, I noticed a group of people in the corner booth looked as if they were preparing to leave. They readily agreed to hold the table for me while I collected my friends.

Ann and Kath were still locked in deep conversation when I got back, but looked up as I touched their shoulders and leaned in to talk. "I managed to snag a table at the far end. Want to take a load off your feet?"

They grabbed their drinks as one, and motioned for me to lead the way. After effusive thanks to the outgoing party, we all collapsed in relief on the curved and padded bench seat. We naturally fell into the same seating arrangement – Kath and myself on either side of Ann. Both of them immediately took off their shoes, sighing in relief. "What I wouldn't give for a good foot rub right now." Kath announced. "I haven't worn those damn things in over a year. Now I remember why!" It felt strange to be having a conversation without practically shouting.

"So what would you give for a foot massage," Ann asked Kath, "if I were able to provide you one on the spot?" I knew where she was going with this, and kept my mouth shut. 

"A good one? 'Cause I've had people try to give me a foot massage before, and if they don't know what they're doing it just ends up either tickling me or hurting. And that makes me kick 'em. Things usually go downhill from there."

"Well duh! What's the point of a bad massage? So tell, what is it you'd give for a foot massage right now?" 

"Um, first born child?" Kath asked hopefully.

Ann shook her head. "Nope, already have one of them." 

"Undying love?"

"I've already got one of those, and besides, it's too hard to cash. Next?"

"An excellent kiss?"

Ann cocked her head to the side as she pretended to consider the offer. "I guess I could do with that. As long as it was truly excellent of course."

Kath's smile had a predatory aspect to it. "Oh, I fucking invented excellent. So what about my foot massage?"

Ann patted my lap. "Swing 'em up over me. Eric, you're up."

Kath looked at me skeptically, and I shrugged. "I had massage training over 20 years ago, but I still keep in practice. Go ahead and swing your legs over Ann." The curved shape of the corner booth allowed Kath to lean back while her knees arched over Ann's lap. Her left hand fell naturally onto Kath's right thigh, warm and taut underneath the tight leather pants. 

I moved farther away from Ann, scooting to my right so that the curve of the booth gave me some back support as well; and hooked my left leg up onto the seat so that I could face more squarely towards Kath and her feet. As I took her right foot in my hands, the other came to rest on my right thigh, tantalizingly close to the erection trapped in my jeans. 

Using the heel of one hand, I started a slow, smooth, deep press from the ball of her foot to the heel and then back again; repeating the motion, making sure that the entire area was covered with increasingly deeper pressure. Luckily the bottoms of her feet were smooth; on rough, dry feet, only copious amounts of massage oil could make a foot massage feel anything other than irritating. As I moved more over her insole, her other foot pressed against me as she moaned, her eyes half closing as the muscles started to relax. 

Ann leaned over to me, putting her weight on Kath's legs as she put her head next to mine. "I love you."

"I love you too." I tilted my head to kiss her, our tongues tracing the outlines of each other's lips while I continued my efforts on Kath's foot. Suddenly Ann jerked, her tongue stabbing into my mouth as she gasped. 

Ann sat back up, her hand tightening on my thigh as Kath activated the vibrator once again.

Looking past Ann, I caught Kath's eyes. "Thought that would get her attention," she said, grinning. "I think I owe someone 'an excellent kiss' for the job you're doing on my feet."

"Somehow, it doesn't seem quite right that she's getting rewarded for my massage." Ann's breathing was getting deeper as we talked past her. I could see her hand clenching on Kath's thigh as the vibrator continued teasing her.

Kath's free foot, the one resting in my lap, moved slowly. It came to rest on my hard cock, still trapped by the right leg of my jeans. She pressed against it firmly, saying "Oh, I somehow think you'll be getting a big reward tonight. In the meantime, there's still that kiss..." She leaned into Ann slowly, not taking her eyes off of Ann's face. Ann relaxed into the kiss with a moan, the alcohol and stimulation against her clit fueling her desires and lowering her inhibitions. Kath's tongue and lips were soft against hers, yet insistent and demanding at the same time. 

Kath's right hand, the one without the remote, slid into my view, tracing patterns on the fishnet hose of Ann's leg. I heard Ann moan into Kath's mouth, even over the noise of the crowded bar. Ann's hips began rocking, rising up in order to make better contact with the leather clad legs stretched over her. I watched Kath's hand, concealed under the table, as it moved further up my wife's leg, her fingertips sliding under the black skirt. 

I switched my foot massage efforts to Kath's other foot. She left the foot I had just worked on planted in my crotch. I wondered if she realized that it was pressed firmly up against the erection trapped in leg of my jeans; hoping that she did, as her heel was perilously close to my balls.

The hand had now disappeared completely under Ann's skirt, and the rocking of Ann's hips was more urgent. Ann moaned again, and broke the kiss. "Home, now. Please!" She looked into Kath's eyes, both of their faces flushed with desire. 

I looked at Kath and raised an eyebrow in inquiry. She grinned, "Hell yes!" The spiky haired beauty brought her hand up from under Ann's skirt, and ran the fingers underneath her nose while inhaling. Looking Ann in the eyes, she brought her fingers up slowly to her own lips and licked them, tasting my wife on her fingers. The sight caused my erection to throb painfully, and under cover of the table I adjusted myself so that I was pointing upwards as opposed to down my pants leg. That taken care of, I finished off the remnants of my drink and slid out of the booth; holding my hand out to assist Ann. As I helped Kath out of the booth, she passed me back the remote to the vibrator still tucked into the front of Ann's thong.

The two beautiful women finished off their drinks as well, and we quickly wove our way out of the tightly packed roadhouse. I waved to our blonde waitress on the way out, and I could have sworn that she winked back at me. That could be fun some day, but tonight it was only of passing interest. Kath climbed into the back seat, and I assisted Ann down next to her. By the time I had moved around to climb in myself, Kath had practically pinned Ann to the seat and there was some serious kissing going on. As I pulled carefully out onto the road, I could hear Ann gasping and moaning behind me, along with an occasional delighted chuckle from Kath as she caused my wife to writhe beneath her.

As we paused at the last stoplight before we reached home, I looked back. Ann's head was thrown back in evident ecstasy, as Kath had her lips locked onto a nipple that had managed to escape Ann's leather corset. I stroked myself through my jeans as I watched my lover's face contort with pleasure. The light changed, and as I turned onto the sparsely traveled back road, I thumbed the lowest setting on the remote. Ann gasped, then let out a low wail at the vibrations now teasing her clit, Kath still suckling on Ann's sensitive nipple, and sucking as much of her breast into her mouth as she could manage. 

When we still had two minutes drive left, I nudged the remote up a notch, smiling to myself as Ann got louder. I pushed it up to the second highest level when I judged there was about a minute left before we reached home; and up to the highest setting of all when we were about 30 seconds from pulling into the driveway. With each increase, the frantic noises that Ann was making got louder, and she groaned with frustration when I turned both the vibrator and the car off. 

I got out quickly, opening the door closest to my wife, and reached in a hand to help her out. Both of her nipples were showing above the corset, and they stood out, swollen and glistening from Kath's attentions. I pressed Ann into the side of the car, letting Kath help herself out, and kissed my wife deeply as I first gently tweaked her nipples, then pinched them harder as she ground herself into my cock.

As Kath finished climbing out and closed the car door, I forced myself to step back. "Shall we?" I led the way up the sidewalk of our house, the two beautiful women following behind me holding hands, Ann's nipples still hard and peaking over the top of the corset. I unlocked the door and let the ladies enter before closing it behind us. Ann led the way towards our bedroom, still tightly clasping Kath's hand. 




The Best of Friends



As they fell onto the bed together, I continued on through to the attached bathroom and got rid of my 'rented' alcohol, and lit a candle and some incense to take into the darkened bedroom. Taking my time, I removed my boots and the rest of my clothing, and pulling a light silk robe on in their place, I turned out the bathroom light and moved back into the bedroom. I placed the candle and turned on the stereo, the sounds of Enigma filling the room as my eyes took in the erotic sight on our bed. Ann lay stretched out on her back, her hands above her head, as Kath continued her attention to Ann's breasts. Her corset had been loosened, and her breasts were now fully exposed, her sensitive nipples standing tall, glistening with wetness in the flickering light. Kath had removed her shoes, but was otherwise still fully clothed.

I reached for the fob that I had transferred from my jeans pocket, and turned the vibrator in Ann's thong on low once again. Her body jerked, and she gasped, but otherwise didn't move. Lying down next to her, I placed my lips on the nipple that didn't already have a pair of lips latched on, and started lashing it with my tongue as I nudged the vibrator higher. Ann's hips bucked, and Kath took the opportunity to slide off Ann's skirt that someone had evidently unfastened earlier. The corset was next, and Kath and I soon had Ann naked, except for her vibrating thong which had her panting constantly by this point.

I looked over at the fully dressed Kath, and then down at my naked wife, still stretched out on display, holding her hands over her head, her eyes closed. Her breathing was deep, her breasts flushed and her nipples stiff; her hips grinding at the air as she whimpered softly.

"You realize that she's very submissive." 

"I'm getting that idea."

"In fact, I'll bet what she really wants is this." Moving to the head of the bed, I reached between the mattress and the headboard, and withdrew a pair of Velcro cuffs, already attached beneath the bed, but with a foot or so of slack. I quickly attached them to Ann's wrists, and she moaned louder. "Now you can do whatever you want to her, unless she says 'Red'. That's her safeword – not that she's ever used it." I looked down lovingly at my beautiful wife, caressing her breasts softly and lingeringly, before giving one nipple a sharp tweak that made her gasp. 

"Someone looks overdressed." I pushed the vibrator to its' highest setting, and set back. "That will keep Ann occupied." I smiled at Kath over Ann's twitching body, exposed to our eyes except for the panties keeping the vibrator firmly against her clit. Ann's hips rocked in a vain attempt at more stimulation, but she opened her eyes while biting her lip, gazing with lust at Kath. 

Looking back into her eyes, Kath grasped the bottom of her blouse with both hands, and pulled it up over her head in one smooth motion, her small, firm breasts exposed to our view for the first time, her nipples tight and extended. She stood and unfastened her leather pants as I took Ann's nearest nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and nipping gently with my teeth as Kath wiggled out of the skin tight garment. I watched Kath strip while continuing my attentions on Ann's hard protruding nipple and breast, sucking as much of it into my mouth as I could, enjoying the sounds of her moaning in response.

The now naked Kath crawled up on to the bed between Ann's legs. "Your turn" she breathed, as she started slowly peeling my wife's panties slowly down her legs. I turned off the remote vibe, and tossed the controller to the side before removing my own robe and joining the two naked bodies on our bed. Kath lowered her head slowly, inspecting Ann's shaved mound before extending her tongue and licking slowly up her wet slit and spreading Ann's legs wider for easy access. Kath proceeded to lick and suck her way all around Ann's pussy before extending first one, then two fingers deep into her wetness, fucking her slowly with them. Ann's hands clenched within the cuffs, gripping the sheets tightly as Kath licked at the juices flowing from my wife.

As Kath continued to explore Ann's pussy with her mouth and fingers, I alternately worshipped and tormented her breasts with my mouth and fingers, loving the cries of ecstasy that we were bringing with our attentions. 

"Sit on her face," I suggested to Kath. "She's wanted to taste you forever."

Kath smiled, looking up from Ann's wet cunt, the juices smeared over her face shining in the candlelight. She licked her way up Ann's body, taking her time, her tongue exploring as she slid herself upwards. Catching each other's eyes, we each sucked in a nipple simultaneously. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Ann wailed, her voice climbing as Kath pressed her knee against Ann's slit, while we tongued and bit at her nipples. I moved aside as Kath crawled further up, straddling Ann's head. The sound abruptly cut off as Kath lowered her neatly trimmed pussy over Ann's mouth, and slowly started to grind herself against my wife's face.

"That's it, lick my cunt; suck on my clit just like that." Kath grasped the headboard as she rocked her hips, her back to me. I moved between Ann's legs, taking up the position that Kath had recently occupied, hooking my right arm under and around her leg so that my fingers rested on the hood of Ann's clit while I slowly licked her labia, still wet from Kath's earlier attentions. I heard her groan, the sound muffled by Kath's pussy.

Kath started making noise for the first time, huffing as she continued to writhe on Ann's face. "Oh, ohh, ahh..." As I looked up from between Ann's legs, I could see her frantically tonguing the pussy above her, raising her head in order to maintain contact as Kath rocked her hips urgently. Spreading Ann's legs wider, I started taking broad, soft strokes with my tongue up and down as far as I could reach; teasing her clit, then slowly moving down to her wrinkled star. She groaned louder as my tongue reached its' nadir, and her hips tilted in unspoken request. I lightly rimmed her asshole making her gasp, and then started licking upwards again as I gently began teasing her clit with my fingers.

Ann's moaning grew louder, and I glanced up to see Kath moving aside just long enough to turn herself around before lowering her pussy once more to Ann's wetness smeared face. Now facing me, she reached down to caress and pinch Ann's stiff nipples, each protruding a good half inch. Assaulted now on every front, Ann's restrained body writhed and bucked beneath us, her wailing moans of pleasure still muffled by her friend's wet pussy. Wetting the pinky of my left hand, I teased at her sensitive asshole, her legs spreading for me, inviting more. 

I looked up as Kath began lowering her torso, supporting herself with her hands as her face neared my wife's pussy. Backing up to give her room, I kept my head between Ann's legs in order to watch this end of the sixty-nine up close. Kath's eyes locked on mine as her tongue extended towards Ann's clit, then danced around and over the swollen nub. Her lower lips were now fully open, exposing her pink wetness to my eyes and to Kath's tongue. Slowly, I inserted my middle finger deep into her folds, crooking it up to find her g-spot and apply a steady, stroking pressure.

"Ohhhhhh!" Ann's wailing was increasing in pitch, and I backed off, teasing her, not wanting her to cum yet; knowing that she would be too sensitive to continue after her orgasm. Tilting my head to the side, and inching forward, I licked slowly up Ann's pussy until Kath's tongue and mine met, dueling over Ann's extended clit, causing us all to groan simultaneously. We kissed for the first time, savoring Ann's taste on each other's lips and tongues while my wife continued to writhe underneath Kath.

Rising to my knees, I shuffled forward, my erection bobbing before me. Kath rose up on her knees again as well to face me, giving me room as I spread Ann's lower lips with my fingers, rubbing my swollen and leaking cockhead against her wet folds. Ann's back arched off of the mattress, seeking more, even as Kath continued to grind herself into my wife's mouth and chin, and the head of my cock slid into her scalding wetness. I held myself there, savoring the feel of her shaved, tight pussy gripping the tip of my hardness. 

Slowly, I started rocking my hips, driving my cock ever so slowly and incrementally into Ann's tight, wet sheath, increasing my penetration as slowly as possible in order for her to adjust to my size. In, and then completely out, her lips dragging against my cock as I fucked her in slow motion. Kath's eyes were locked on the spectacle of our joining, her hand reaching out to gather wetness from Ann's folds before once again teasing my wife's clit with her fingers. Those same fingers brushed the top of my erection as I slowly pumped in and out of Ann, her pussy now taking my entire length. My hips thrust involuntarily at the touch of her fingers, and Ann moaned in response.

The next time I withdrew from Ann, I backed off, moving from my knees to a seated position with my legs extended in front of me. Sliding my legs under Ann's, I moved forward once more.

"Here, let me." My hands were behind me, propping up my torso, so Kath took my cock in hand and lowered it once again to Ann's slit. The touch of a hand other than my wife's on my cock for the first time in years was electric. She slowly pumped my length as she rubbed the head against Ann's wet folds, and then against her clit. As she once again lowered it to Ann's slit, I pushed forward, impaling her on my hardness as Kath lowered her head to attack Ann's clit once more with her tongue.

"Fuck. Yes. There! Suck my clit! Do it!" Kath's eyes rolled back in her head as she fucked Ann's face harder and faster than before. Ann's hips were rolling, fucking me at the same time as I leaned up, taking one of Kath's erect nipples into my mouth and sucking hard. With a yell, Kath exploded on Ann's face. I stayed motionless deep inside Ann as Kath ground through her orgasm, my lips still latched on her nipple. She finally collapsed forward, shoving my chest, pushing me back onto my elbows once more, still buried deep in Ann's tight pussy. She raised her hips, causing Ann to gasp for breath, even as she lowered her face once more to lap at Ann's clit again. As she sucked Ann's clit into her mouth, her nose grazed my cock as I resumed pumping in and out. Then her tongue extended, stroking my cock as often as it licked Ann's clit. 

On one of my out strokes, I moved too far and popped out of Ann, my erection flying up to slap at my stomach. This time Kath reached out and held me, and licked Ann's juices off of me before taking my first few inches into her mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh, fuck!" I moaned as her tongue swirled around my head. The bead of her tongue piercing was a dancing point of pleasure as her tongue moved around my head; she quickly popped me out of her mouth and pulled me to Ann's pussy once again. This time there was no stopping the pressure building in my balls, and I stroked deeply into Ann as she wailed louder.

"Aaargh, fuck, yes!" I came with a roar, losing track of my surroundings and letting the ecstasy of the orgasm wash over me. When I regained my senses, I was on my back, my softening cock still buried in Ann. Kath was embracing Ann as they kissed, Ann's hands still restrained over her head. One person still hadn't had an orgasm, and I was determined to correct that now. Sitting up slowly, I let my half stiff cock slide out of her, causing both of us to gasp. Reversing myself, I put my head between her legs once again. Gathering her natural wetness and my cum from inside her, I gently but rapidly started flicking the hood of her clit with the fingers of one hand, while gathering more lubrication with the other. Ann started panting loudly, knowing what was coming.

Keeping the stimulation going on her clit, the fingers of my other hand slowly explored her lips, travelling farther down, sliding between the cheeks of her ass to trace wet fingers around her asshole. She bucked and gasped, continuing to pant into Kath's mouth as they kissed, Kath's hands caressing and pinching Ann's stiff nipples. I teased the outer ring of her ass until it opened up for me, letting me slip my middle finger in up to the first knuckle. I kept it there as I lowered my head to her gaping pussy, licking and sucking at our combined fluids as I continued my assault on her clit with my other hand. The sound of her continuous moaning pitched up into a wail, and I knew it wouldn't be much longer for her. I took her clit between my lips and sucked hard, even as I gently but firmly inserted my finger the rest of the way into her ass.

"OhhhhaaaAHHHHHH!" Ann screamed her orgasm into Kath's mouth, muffling the volume but still bringing my cock back to life with the sound of my love's pleasure. I kept up my efforts until she ran out of air, then withdrew my fingers and slowly slid up her body, sandwiching her between Kath and myself. I released her restraints while she was still trembling with orgasmic aftershocks, and she brought her arms down and wrapped them around us as we held her tightly. 

***

I awoke slowly, my face nestled into Ann's curly hair. My arm was around her, my hand cupped protectively around one perfect breast. My morning erection was cradled between her cheeks and my hips flexed automatically, reveling in the sensation as my cock glided across her tight ass. Suddenly remembering the night before, I raised my head to see a nude Kath still sleeping on the other side of my wife; her tattoos showing more clearly now in the morning light seeping around the shades. 

Thoughts of what had transpired only hours before had the predictable effect on me; and I kissed the back of Ann's neck as I gently caressed her breast, feeling her nipple hardening against my palm. I knew she was awake when she quietly gasped as I scratched a nail across her nipple, and her ass flexed against my cock.

Nudging her legs apart with my knee, I reached down and positioned my hardness between her legs so that the top of my cock was against her slit. We continued to rock against each other softly, our arousal climbing as we teased each other, both of us gazing at the sleeping, naked woman that had shared our bed and bodies the night before. I finally slowly slipped inside Ann, her smooth, wet heat enveloping me and causing both of us to moan quietly. We enjoyed our leisurely lovemaking, letting the passion build slowly as she took me inside her over and over again, the only sound being the friction of our bodies moving together. 

My hand moved from her breast to her clit, and Ann's movements started becoming more urgent as my fingers fluttered over her sensitive nub. Our movements and noises were subdued no longer, and I looked up to see Kath looking back at us, licking her lips as she watched us fuck in front of her. 

"Do you like being watched, does it turn you on?" I whispered in Ann's ear. "Does it make you wet to have your friend watch you being fucked in front of her?"

"God yes!"

"Kiss her. Kiss her while you make me cum!"

Ann groaned, and Kath rolled closer, bringing her lips to Ann's. If possible, I grew even harder as I thrust into Ann, watching their tongues dance together. My strokes became more urgent as I pummeled into her, pulling on her nipple and pinching, feeling her pussy spasm and squeeze against my cock, pushing me over the edge. An inarticulate yell was forced from my throat even as jet after jet pulsed out me, filling her with my cum, and sending me into temporary oblivion.

Recovering a few moments later, softening but still buried deep inside Ann, I reopened my eyes to see my lovers still exchanging kisses, their hands caressing each other's curves languorously. I slowly eased myself out of Ann, causing both of us to catch our breath as the last bit of me popped out. Rolling out of bed, I entered the bathroom and started a shower. I lingered under the hot water, taking my time, smiling as I went through my memories. After leisurely toweling off, shaving, and attending to the rest of my morning routine, I emerged to find Ann and Kath entwined around each other, looking sated.

"My turn for a shower," Kath announced, standing and stretching. We exchanged places, and I sat down on the bed next to Ann as the shower started up once more.

"Well? You OK?" 

"Wonderful! Thanks for giving us some alone time, Eric." 

"How did the reality compare to your fantasy?"

"Different. Not in a bad way, just not like I had imagined. Fantasies never are though, are they?" It wasn't a question so much as a statement.

"I suppose not."

"Now that I've had this fantasy fulfilled, I think that it's someone else's turn." 

I grinned. "No objections here. Has Kath confided any fantasies to you?"

"No, but I know you still have some unfulfilled ones, you kinky bastard you."

"Good thing you love me so much then," I laughed.

"No shit. I'll have to see what I can get out of Kath. If I can't get anything soon, you may have to take one for the team. Think you can handle it?"

I sighed dramatically. "I suppose I could make the sacrifice if I had to. Just for you, mind you! I wouldn't do this for just anyone."

"Pull the other one," she laughed. "Just come up with something for next month in case Kath doesn't spill to me." She leaned in, and kissed me. "I love you."

*** 

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The Best of Friends



As long as I could remember, Alec had been my best friend. Best friend didn't even quite begin to describe it. Alec was the boy with whom I had pulled worms out of the dirt and speared them on fishing hooks, the adolescent I had stood awkwardly in line to sign up for high school with, the teenager I laughed with late into the night as we talked about which girls were the school sluts, even though we both knew that neither of us had any idea what sex really meant. Now, Alec was the young man with whom I rented an apartment as we transitioned into the ending phase of our college years, and Alec was the man I wanted to share the rest of forever with.

Believe me, this was confusing.

I don't know when I realized I was gay, but it was probably around the time my older brother had brought home his third steady girlfriend and I had heard them moaning through the paper-thin walls. I had gone to his door to knock and tell him to shut it, but when I knocked the door swung open and I realized that straight sex wasn't for me. It wasn't a huge crisis in my life or anything, I'm sure I must have known before, but that was really the second that I knew it for sure.

I don't know when I fell for Alec, either. Somewhere between the sighs and soft half-smiles, the shouting at video games and the way he always had to take the first sip before handing me a beer, I suddenly knew that he was it. He was every star in my sky and the breath in my body. He was every song on the radio and every drop of rain on the earth. He was wind and fire, but the fire that burned in a hearth while it snowed outside and chilled fingers were wrapped around steaming mugs of hot coffee. 

It could have been the way that his hazel eyes lit up when he laughed at something dumb I said, or the way that he ran his piano-player fingers through his straight blonde hair. It could have been the scar on his bicep from that time we went to the lake and he slipped off the dock and caught himself on an underwater tree branch. Or the one on his hip from the skiing accident when he decided that it would be fun to go off a jump into some trees. It could have been the melodies that flowed through his fingers when he sat down at the ivory keys of the baby grand at his parents' house. It could have been the way he said my name like a prayer, a grasp at salvation.

Okay, that last part was probably me being a little dramatic. I hope you get the picture. My best friend from when we were just boys had become my eternity when I wasn't looking. But now I was looking. I was looking straight into the eyes of the pretty brunette girl who just walked out of his room after spending the night. Her makeup was smeared and she was wearing one of his t-shirts, the ones that showed his sculpted muscles perfectly but hung on her tiny frame like a tent. I smiled as I shook her hand and introduced myself, and noticed how tiny her hand felt in mine. That tiny hand that had done...what? She had been with Alec all night. Suddenly I was envious of those tiny hands...

"Hi, Trey. Good to meet you. I'm Alec's friend Eva."

I came back to reality for a moment.

"Hi, Eva. Nice to meet you too. Is Alec still in there?"

"Yeah, he isn't up yet. Late night."

I pulled my hand away a little more abruptly than I probably should have, but played it off by pretending to pick lint off my sweatshirt.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around, Eva. Gotta get ready for class..."

She smiled the perfectly polished smile at me again and turned and walked back into Alec's room, closing the door behind her. I scowled.

I came back from class at five and sighed happily as I opened the door to our warm apartment. It was snowing like doomsday outside and it was a relief to close the door behind me and be enveloped in the warmth. I pulled off my boots and jacket, and started stripping down as I made my way to my room. Alec worked at a veterinary clinic until ten thirty or so most weeknights, and it was nice to have the place to myself. I was whipped from class and then a short shift at the local coffee shop, and I got into my room and fell on my bed in nothing but my boxers, pulling a blanket over me as I rolled over. I heard a noise and opened my eyes with a start, to see Alec standing at the door to my room.

"Hey buddy, the clinic is closed cause of the storm and I was going to ask if you want to order Chinese and put on Zombieland or something, but looks like you're beat. That was quite a striptease, by the way."

I tried not to blush as I threw my pillow at him, hitting him right in the face.

"Glad you liked it, but next time you should consider tipping, asshole." I joked. 

He laughed and caught the pillow, throwing it back.

"Get some rest, Trey. Don't want to keep you from your beauty sleep. You have to maintain those girlish good looks of yours."

I grumbled and rolled over, too tired to give him the sassy comeback I usually would have been able to manage.

"Close the door when you leave."

"Sure." He whispered, and I jumped. His voice was coming from right behind me. I flipped over quickly and sat up.

"The hell are you doing?" I asked, looking at the beautiful man standing right next to my bed.

"Dude, chill, your hair is wet from the snow. Thought you could use this." And the next moment a soft warm towel was put over my head and I could feel him ruffling my hair, drying it.

"Uh... Alec?"

"Trey?"

"What the fuck?"

He laughed and backed away, turning to face me when he was at the door to my room. 

"It would be a pain to have to take care of you if you got sick, so I'm trying to keep you well. That's all." He closed the door behind him and I heard him walk into the main room. A few seconds later I heard the tv go on and still I sat on my bed, looking at the door. What a weird way for him to act. As I thought about it, I realized that it was probably because I had run into Eva that morning and she had told him about it. Alec has never spoken to me about his sex life, and I haven't had a sex life, so not much to talk about there. He must have been trying to gauge whether or not I was weirded out by it. I chuckled as I slid out of bed and dropped the towel on the floor. Who he fucked was no concern of mine, because I knew it would never be me. I figured it would be better to go make sure he wasn't sitting in there psyching himself out, so I pulled on some sweatpants and a tshirt. 

When I got to the living room he was watching something on Discovery about fishing, and I dropped onto the couch next to him. We were quiet and watched for a minute, and I decided to break the tension.

"So, your friend Eva is pretty." I said, looking over at him. He looked back at me with a mixture of shock and relief on his face. I guess he really was worrying about it...

"Look dude, I don't want you to get the wrong idea. Eva is.."

"Short." I interrupted, "and must be one hell of a girl if she can keep a guy like you awake for more than a couple hours, much less late into the night."

"Trey, come on dude, it's not like that."

"Don't worry Alec, I'm just giving you a hard time. No, I guess that would be Eva, wouldn't it?" I smiled as his beautiful lips curled up in a familiar grin. 

"You ass. She's a nice girl."

"I bet. Hey, no worries man, I don't care who you fuck. Want a beer?" I asked, standing up and turning toward the kitchen. A jolt of electricity went through me as I felt fingers entwine with mine, and I turned to look at Alec who was still sitting on the couch, his cheeks bright red. "Are you blushing?!" He squeezed my fingers more tightly.

"Trey, it isn't like that. I don't want you to think the wrong thing. Eva's a friend, just a friend."

It almost burned to pull my hand away from him.

"A friend who just happens to have sex hair, smeared makeup, and your tshirt on when she wakes up?" I didn't mean to sound so hurt...

Alec stood up from the couch and stepped forward so he was looking right at me, a little shorter than me, but still intimidating. He had stopped growing at 6'2", I just kept on growing like a weed. Last check, I was almost 6'5". Still, as he stood so close to me, I wanted to back away from him, sure that he would see the way my pupils dilated when I looked at him, or the blush that crept to my cheeks when he looked back at me. His hand was reaching for mine again, and I let him take it, aching for his touch.

"A friend who went to a party and got shitfaced last night, and called me when a sleazebag tried to pick her up. A friend who threw up all over herself and needed a clean shirt. A friend who cried all night and messed up her makeup when I told her I wasn't going to fuck her, because I want my first time to be with the man I love."

My ears were ringing.

"Your first time? The woman you love?"

"No, idiot. Look at me." And his hand was on my cheek and my eyes locked onto his. "The man I love, Trey. The man I want to love me, too."

"You're..." He smiled that Adonis smile at me and suddenly he was back on the couch, feet kicked up on the coffee table, looking at the screen again.

"How about that beer, buddy?"

I nodded and drifted to the kitchen, my mind buzzing erratically before I even touched the alcohol. I pulled out one beer and headed back to where he was, sitting down next to him as I twisted off the top and gulped down some of the beer. I looked over at him again, and he was watching me.

"Uh, nice of you to bring me that beer you offered, Trey."

"Gay?"

He smiled and reached over, taking the beer from my hand and knocking some of it back before setting it down on the coffee table in front of him.

"Known it for years." He said, turning so that he was sitting sideways on the couch, cross legged, leaning back against the arm of the couch. "Are you mad I didn't tell you?"

"Only if you're mad I didn't tell you."

His reaction looked the same mine had felt. His eyes went wide and he didn't say anything.

"Alec if you open your eyes any wider they're gonna fall out."

He blinked a couple of times. "But Trey you're so... you're so rugged. And manly, and all those girls we used to talk about in high school that you said you wanted to bone!"

"You said the same things about the same girls. And being manly has nothing to do with being gay. So what, I love to think about cock. That doesn't mean I'm not a man."

"Well, obviously. But have you ever... I mean, how do you know for sure?"

"Alec, it isn't hard to figure out. When I think about girls, it isn't hard."

"But...you're not just messing with me, are you?"

"I'm not."

His voice changed slightly, he was speaking more quietly, "you love to think about cock? Have you ever seen one?"

I laughed, looking back at the tv. "I have a few videos that are favorites of mine. Why do you ask?" When I looked back at him he was grinning like he had just pulled of the greatest prank ever, and I looked at his lap to see that he had pulled his cock out of the fly of his jeans and it was resting there, limp and beautiful.

I stared. "What the hell?" I half whispered, looking back at him.

"Just figured if you're gay you're going to see one sooner or later. Might as well be mine, right?" I smiled and stood up, walking over to where he was sitting, and kneeling on the floor next to him. He turned so that he was facing me, and his cock was now right in front of my face. I looked up at him, and could see the same hesitation in his eyes that I felt. He was testing the waters, and the next move was up to me. 

The next move was to press myself against him and tangle my fingers in that perfect golden hair as I pulled his face to mine and kissed him like he was air and I was a drowning man. My entire body trembled as I finally took what I had been craving for so long, and as his lips parted I parted mine. The first time our tongues met, I felt electricity dive through my body, and felt myself hardening. He moaned softly into the kiss, and I pulled away, running my fingers through his hair and down his neck, down his chest and coming to rest on his cock, which was now semi hard. At my touch, I felt it twitch and grow hard in my hand.

"I didn't know you could kiss like that, Trey."

"I didn't know you had a hard on for me, Alec."

I kissed his lips again, softly, and knelt down in front of him again, my hand wrapping around his velvet shaft. He unbuttoned his jeans and I had to take my hand off for a moment as he pulled them off, pulling his boxers off at the same time. My breath vanished from my lungs. His pubes were neatly trimmed and the same golden color as the hair on his head, but they curled slightly. His balls were totally smooth, and I smiled at him.

"Nice set, buddy."

He gasped quietly as I started stroking him, never looking away from his face as I started to roll his balls between the fingers of my left hand, my right thumb coming up and swirling in the drop of precum that leaked from his tip. I swirled it around his head and he closed his eyes as he bit his lip. My cock was so hard it almost ached. I worked the pre around a little more as I felt his balls tighten a little in my hand, and with an almost silent moan I felt him explode in my hand. I looked down at his cock as jets of cum spurted from the tip, and then smiled at him again when he opened his eyes.

"That was quick."

"Ugh. Sorry.. Guess I really needed to get that out." 

He was growing soft in my hand and I leaned down, licking the cum off the tip of his cock. It responded immediately, growing hard again and I looked up at Alec who was staring at me in shock.

"Trey, you don't have to... ahhhh." he trailed off and his breathing became harder as he watched me lick the rest of his cum off of my hands and his body. He tasted sweet, it was thick and unlike anything I had imagined when I fantasized about this moment. I licked the tip of his hardness again, and realized that I was about to have a second fantasy come true. 

"I've never done this before, so just let me know how you like it.." I said, and I engulfed the head of his cock. From the gasp of pleasure I guessed he liked it just fine as I swirled my tongue around the head and then flicked it back and forth across the underside of the head, then back up to swirl around again and press slightly into the slit at the tip. I moved my hand off of his shaft as I took more of him into my mouth, and started bobbing on his cock, trying to take a little more of him each time. His cock felt a little thicker than mine, but when I had stroked him the length had seemed about the same, so I figured if I could get most of his seven inches down it would be a good first shot at sucking dick. He was making incredibly erotic whimpering and mewling sounds, and his fingers ran through my brown hair, too short for him to grab on to. My own seven inches were aching and I could feel the precum making a wet spot in my boxers. Suddenly, I realized that my nose was pressed against his sexy trimmed pubes and I pulled off, smiling up at him, my green eyes locking with his hazel ones as I took him all the way into my throat again. He bucked his hips against me as he put his hands on the back of my head, his little noises becoming gasps and moans and suddenly I felt him erupt again in my throat. He pulled out until he was cumming in my mouth, and I sucked and teased with my tongue until his orgasm subsided. I leaned up and kissed him, letting him taste himself on my tongue. I could tell he was spent.

"Damn, Trey."

"Damn yourself, buddy. You make me so goddamn hard."

"You make me cum so hard! I've never had a blowjob like that. Those girls in high school just didn't know how to do it right. Or maybe it's because it was you..." He trailed off and pulled me to him again, kissing me softly. He pulled me so I was sitting beside him on the couch and his hand snuck into my waistband.

"I've wondered what your cock looks like for years..." He said, pulling my sweats and boxers down. As my length sprung free, Alec was immediately kissing and licking it, his right hand massaging my balls, and my fingers tangled into his hair. Alec was sucking me. Alec, my best friend, was next to me on the couch, and my dick was in his perfect, sexy mouth. Needless to say, it didn't take long at all until I was practically screaming with pleasure and erupted into him. He sucked down all of my cum and came back up and kissed me softly, and I tasted myself on his lips, just as he had tasted himself on mine. He leaned his head on my shoulder and we both stared at the tv for a few minutes as he polished off the forgotten beer, our minds totally blank, yet so full of questions. As I thought over what we had done, my now soft dick started to come back to life, and Alec smiled as he started stroking me softly. Suddenly, I stood up, and he made a disappointed little whining sound. I smiled as I pulled my shirt off and left my pants and boxers on the ground, then bent over and kissed him again.

"Don't worry. I'll be right back. Gonna get another couple of beers. Looks like we are in for a long night."