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Of Friends

By: corylus



The plan was executed whilst they were bathing. He was placing his toe in her cunt playfully, as was his wont. 'Let's be friends', she announced, seemingly spontaneously. 

'We are friends', he replied and splashed her. 

'Girlfriends', she mocked sarcastically, 'ya know'?

Game for fun, he acquiesced. They got out the bath and towelled each other dry. Normal routine.

Let play begin.

She led him by the hand to the bedroom and to his surprise withdrew clothes from the wardrobe he did not recognise. Sensuously she lubed him down, his body, warm from the bath, glistened. As base, she clothed him in his familiar catsuit which clung to his familiar shape. She added a bra in pink latex which he had not seen, and filled it's cups with silicone shapes. Pink matching latex knickers completed his underwear, they had frills on the rear in white, creating an ingenue image. The latex stockings she rolled up his legs were white too, with a fishnet pattern. His skirt was black latex, pinstriped with white and pencil slim 'because darling, you have the shape for it'. The latex blouse was white and blouson. She unbuttoned it until it reached his faux cleavage. He could see his bra peeping up at him. With effort, since she was unused to it, she completed the ensemble with a waistcincher, black, some would say classic.

Then, enlisting his eager help, she dressed similarly. Though her underwear was black and her skirt more full. It was his pleasure to run his hands over her, but she tutted her disapproval as 'too far for friends'.

She sat him at the mirror and applied make-up efficiently, but made him add his own lipstick. Then she made up her own face.

She topped his ensemble with a hood, transparent, and a wig, blonde to her dark. His make up was visible through the eyes and mouth of his hood.

He looked uncertainly in the mirror in their bedroom at the unfamiliar image before him. But goodness, he smelt good. He felt good.

'Right then', she said, matter-of-factly, 'I need milk. Coming'?

'erm, nope, I'll wait here'.

'Don't be boring, c'mon honey'. She grasped his hand, dragged him downstairs. Shoes awaited them both. Intolerable shoes for walking outdoors, perilously high, treacherously spiky. He'd never seen these shoes. But they fitted him.

He was hopeless, although fine in the bedroom during the odd gender swapping play, he stumbled over gravel and wobbled on the straight. And all the time he looked. All around him, at twitching curtains, and peeking prying snooping people. A neighbourhood of eyes watched his agonies. 'I think this is getting a bit much,' he murmured. 

'Do you want to safeword', she asked lightly but he was under no illusion of the gravity of his response.

'em, no, I'll be fine'. And he shook.

They arrived at the local shop, run by a nice couple who lived in their street. She handed him her purse. '2 pints please, on ye go.' He shook his head, no, no said his head, no, no.

The shop was empty. Just him and a gulf of uneven carpet to cross. He arrived at the counter with his milk, the nice man from down the road smiled at him, asked him if he thought it was getting colder, and requested money. His gloved clumsy hands struggled with the purse and money fell between them. 'Just take the fucking money and let me go' he screamed in his head. Courtesy forced him to smile as the excess money was returned to him. He left.

The walk back home was uneventful. 'Well done, honey' she said, and hugged him, a dry passionless hug. He felt cheated. He felt ridiculous. He felt exposed. His cock lay shrivelled in disgust under his frilly latex pants, his gender was removed and he was asexual.

With a safeword on his lips, he was as wretched as at any time they had played. 

And then she suggested 'fooling around' upstairs. He perked. The stairs were navigated well for shoes so high.

As he followed her up, he picked up her skirt and looked beneath, knowing the pleasures she contained therein. She laughed and ran faster than he.

The bedroom was familiar territory. He knew his role here. He knew the pleasures here, he felt more assured, his fear ebbed. But no sooner had he entered than she shacked his hands to the waistcincher and blindfolded him.

He was led to the edge of the bed and asked to kneel. 'Me first' she said happily and his face was thrust into her cunt. He delighted in it's familiar warmth and it's welcoming folds. With pleasure he probed and lapped to the sound of her moans. Her latex skirt lay delightfully around his face. Beneath his layers of latex, his cock sprang to relieved action.

She did not let him finish her. She leapt up and announced gratefully that it was his turn. 'Thank fucking Christ' he thought. She lay him on the bed. His pretty white latex panties were hooked unceremoniously aside and the opening of the catsuit zip brought a cold rush of air to his genitals. Her hair brushed against his skirt and legs. The barely opened zip still contained his erect cock.

'Oh my God!' A voice of shock. 

'What, what,'

'Honey, you have no cunt. Why did you keep this secret from me'. He was getting frustrated, had no time for this bizarre role play. 'Well, this spoils my surprise,' she said, dejectedly, 'but I can improvise.'

Noise, he heard noise as the bedroom door was opened. There was another there. 'This, is Chris, Chris will play with us both. A lovely little threesome, we so needed a man, aren't we lucky. But since you are sadly missing a cunt, we'll have to take advantage with other opportunities.'

'Come feel Chris's cock honey,' excitedly, breathlessly, 'it's pretty big already.' And with trepidation and as she held him there, he had his face rubbed into a latex covered groin containing a large and well erect member. He found, to his surprise, that he licked it, passing his eager tongue from base to glans.

'I think you should be first', she said magnanimous as she pushed him backwards onto the bed. 'But I shan't go without', and with that his face was covered with her cunt. His breathing was now at her mercy. Simultaneously, his catsuip zip was opened further and he felt an eager tongue at his sweat covered anus. Though he had never been rimmed by a man before, he had barely time to consider, obliged as he was to consider the thorny issue of breathing and licking his moaning woman above.

Rimming stopped. He was disgruntled and then, cold, lube, and then the pushing, pushing of a warm cock. He adjusted his position as well as he could to allow ingress of this large member. It slid into his ass with only slight opposition. 'Oh God!'

His cock would be contained no longer and zip or no zip, it sprang free. Chris noted it's release and gobbled it fast, licking and sucking expertly. With cock in his ass, mouth on his cock and pussy on his face he felt that familiar push, that need for release. She sat on his face, and, sensing the approach of his orgasm, she stopped his breathing.

And oh........

Oh...God

It stopped. No more cock in his ass, no more mouth round his cock, no more pussy on his face. He was bereft. Please don't stop, please God don't stop.

But no, the puzzle was merely adjusting it's pieces. Now, his cock found an ass. Oh God, he'd never fucked a man before. He was beyond caring, it had never really mattered anyway. And oh, he wanted release. Above this accepting arse lay an equally accepting cunt, overflowing with gratitude. A hand entered his anus, and he was happy to be filled again.

To tumultuous shouts, they each exploded, he first. He was drenched with sweat, and his orgasm had been extraordinary.

'Darling, see what fun we girls can have together' she implored, breathy with pleasure.

And removing his blindfold, he saw his lovely girl and her girlfriend Chris, strapped on as if her life depended on it.

Of Friends & Lovers



It was shaping up to be just another one of those quiet evenings at home alone. Not ordinarily something catastrophic in its own right because as a guy in his late twenties in the midwest I was fairly accustomed to them on a regular basis, but tonight was different. My hopes were up; tonight I was meeting someone.

I had been really looking forward to this date all week. It was with a girl named Julie who I had met online and with whom I'd been chatting with for a few weeks now. She lived a little further away than either of us ideally had in mind, but the more we chatted the more we felt that maybe there was something there to give an honest chance to. 

The reason it took us so long to come to the conclusion that we should get together was that we lived nearly a two hour drive from one another and despite our multitude of common interests we were both pretty upfront with one another that a 'long distance' relationship was not something either of us were looking for. We stayed in touch anyway, nearly everyday - talking about everything really. Architecture, life in our twenties, the short comings of other people we were getting messages from through the dating site. We talked about art, family, religion, even politics. It all felt pretty effortless which was something I'd experienced only once before with a girl I still thought about from time to time - it didn't work out and, well perhaps this was my way to move forward. After a few weeks Julie and I were beginning to wonder if maybe we should make an honest attempt to overcome our perceived obstacle of distance. Unfortunately as fate would have it, on the night we were to meet up Mother Nature appeared to have other plans entirely.

Earlier that afternoon a winter storm had decided to blow just north of where I lived and blow right overhead of where Julie lived in the north east. While my area had missed the brunt of the storm - the temperature outside had dropped considerably and ice was forming in patches on roads and on just about everything it could including power lines. Needless to say Julie was pretty much homebound, unable to make our date.

I was beginning to feel that like most things during the midwest winter months - dating, love, hell even basic human interaction would simply just have to wait until Spring. 

I settled in for what I knew would be an exciting and adventurous night of cable television. Or so that's all I expected from my evening now - I would soon find out just how wrong I could be.

About an hour into watching some wonderfully inaccurate world war two documentary my phone buzzed on the couch cushion to my left.

It was a text that simply read 'And... my power just went out.' . It was from my friend Emily and judging from her choice of verbage and strategic use of elipses I figured she must be having a rough day.

I tapped out a response. 'One of those days I take it?' 

'Yeah. Ugh and I called the power company and they said power was out all over town and it could be the rest of the night before it's back on.' I sensed her frustration through the little black letters on my phone's screen.

'Temp inside?' I asked.

'Chilly, I didn't think to stockpile heat through the night :( ' came her response.

Well power is still on here. I'm in for the night. You're welcome to stay warm here. Have a wood burning fire place if it goes out here too. ' I made my offer knowing pretty surely she would thank me and say she'd be alright.

'Are you sure?' she asked.

What? Her response took me a little off guard. 'Uhm, yeah. Wouldn't have offered if I didn't mean it. You can stay in my guest room.' I typed back to her.

'Thanks. OK, I'll leave here in a few then.' came her last text.

* * * *

Thirty minutes later she was knocking on my front door with a small bag of whatever she thought she might need for the night.

"Hey, come on in." I welcomed her.

"Thanks, ...so everyone's power is out from my place by the mall all the way up until about three blocks from your house," she said stepping inside and looking around. "So this is your place. It's really great. We've been friends all this time but I guess I've never actually come inside."

"Well, you never really had a reason to come in I guess, you've seen it from outside before - with the rest of the gang to come pick me up to go out a few times." I watched her switch her bag from hand to hand. "Here, you can sit that wherever."

I took her bag from her hand and sat it in a nearby chair in the living room.

"Thanks again for the invite. My Grandparents live just a few streets over from you and I did think about calling them, but the idea of spending the night ...well it's not exactly the end to the day I feel I need right now," she quipped. "Wow, you know what I'm really appreciating right now?" she remarked. "Your heat. My God it's so cold outside."

I chuckled a bit. "I bet. God that storm just decided to mess everything up. Yesterday it was fifty something, today down to freaking twelve degrees." 

"Oh I know!" she exclaimed.

We stood there a brief moment with very little to say.

"Uh, so are you hungry, thirsty? I haven't eaten myself I can fix us something." my offer broke through the silence.

"I haven't eaten actually, food sounds good." came her chipper reply and we began to move into the kitchen to see what looked good.

And just like that, not even two steps distance from the fridge - the power goes out.

Shaking my head, "Ohhh You!" I pointed at Emily, spinning in her direction. "You brought this affliction upon my house, You're going to have to leave now."

"No, I didn't I swear!" She laughed. "...Oh fuck my life! I think the universe hates me today."

The kitchen was dark, really dark. So was the rest of the house. I pulled my phone from my jean's front hip pocket and tapped my finger to the little lightbulb icon that illuminated my phone's LED flashlight. "I have oil lamps in the pantry."

"Oil lamps?" she inquired with some level of amusement.

"Yeah, a legacy from my Grandmother. Here hold this." I handed Emily my cellphone light asking her to point it upward toward the top of the pantry where I reached up to pull down three very old, fully filled oil lamps and a box of matches. "When my sister and I were growing up, every time the power would go out she would pull out these oil lamps and we would always have light that would last through the night. We didn't have to worry about batteries or holding flashlights; one match was all that was needed."

I handed her one of the lamps and I carried the other two over to the kitchen table as she followed me.

I pulled off the glass dome from the top of one of the lamp's and turned the antiquated brass knob on the side that fed the oil soaked canvas wick upward and out of the lamp's ruby colored oil filled base. I struck a match against the side of its box and lit the first wick. The oil soaked up the match's fire and the room illuminated with a warm flickering light. I touched the same lit match to the other two lamps and the room grew brighter. "You can go ahead and put the glass globe back on that one and sit it on the coffee table in the living room." I instructed her. "I'll leave one in here and sit the other in the bathroom."

We had light now, but the house wasn't the newest of houses and I felt like it didn't retain heat as well as it possibly could. "I'm going to bring in some wood and start a fire to try and keep the heat we already have."

"Do you want help?" Emily asked.

"No, the wood is in a stacked pile right outside the kitchen door." I stepped outside and filled my arms with as much wood as I could carry in them. I made two trips. I put a little bit of kindling near the bottom and stacked a few pieces of wood on top. It took me more than one match to get the fire started - it may have taken me more than four actually, but I managed. I opened the flue and the fire began to grow steadily.

"What do you know! Light and heat! I am truly the master of my own domain," I proclaimed proudly.

"I'm pretty sure that mean something else entirely in a post-Seinfeld world," she countered.

"...Probably, but don't steal my thunder."

She was sitting on my couch. I flopped back into a chair and watched the fire grow and the flames crackle and dance.

"So I guess dinner is out of the question now, unless you have non-cook items like... dinner-cereal," She said sounding a little hungry.

"Well I don't have any food that can be eaten without being cooked, but I'd be happy to describe food to you and be as descriptive as possible. What sounds good? What are you really in the mood for? " 

"Oooh you're an ass! Are you and the universe working together tonight, because I'll take my chances in the cold. It's really been that kind of day."

"Not really working for per se - I'm more of an independent contractor. But, OK, I may have a few things, but you can't tell my boss I fed you." 

We both moved into the kitchen and I repositioned the oil lamp sitting on the kitchen table to the counter behind us opposite the refrigerator so its light would illuminate the fridge's shelves.

"Oh!" I exclaimed, seeing a plain white bag tied in a knot at the top. That day my boss and I had met a client for lunch at a sushi bar and I had spent so much of the lunch as the one talking over logistics and details pertaining to what we were working on that I had only eaten two pieces of the four sushi rolls I had ordered. "Do you like sushi?" I asked Emily. "It's today's. Fresh. It would have to be eaten today or tomorrow anyway and since the power is out - might as well be now."

"Yay, yeah I love sushi. What kind did you get?" she inquired.

I grabbed two pairs of chop sticks and two soy dishes that my Mother had given to me as gifts one year for my birthday knowing how much I lived for good sushi.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked. "I have beer, wine, soda, and water."

"I'm not a beer girl. Um I'll have wine," She said.

I pointed over to the small selection of four bottles that made up my entire wine collection. "Why don't you look through the bottles I have over there and pick out whatever you think looks good." 

"OK, Mmm, what do you like?" she asked as she scanned the four labels.

"I think I'm going to have a beer myself." and I pulled a bottle of dark, stout beer from the back of the fridge then closed the door.

We took our food and drinks back into the living room and laid everything across the coffee table. Emily unwrapped the white plastic bag and pulled out the plastic container housing a large sum of sushi.

"You were going to eat this much at lunch?" she asked.

"It's four rolls. I would have eaten most if not all. So ...yeah." I poured soy sauce into my own little dish and then reached into the container to grab some wasabi which I stirred into the same dish with my chopsticks until the green paste clouded the sauce.

She plucked a piece of sushi from the end of one of the rolls "I love that you have a dragon roll, it's one of my favorites," she said popping it into her mouth and chewing.

Unsure as to whether it was due to the satisfaction of finally getting to eat dinner or whether she just really enjoyed having sushi - I noticed that she was kind of wiggling in her seat, her upper body swaying a bit back and forth as she chewed. She wore a small smile on her lips as she carefully selected the next type of sushi she would try. Emily was full of quirks - perhaps this swaying was one of them, perhaps this was her happy dance.

"This is nice," she said looking up at me momentarily and smiling bigger. "Beats the rest of my day by leaps and bounds."

"Hmm, anything you want to talk about or is it a day better off forgotten?" I slipped the piece of salmon that had been soaking in my wasabi soy into my mouth and it was incredible. I was all too happy to be sharing with her - but a tiny selfish bit of me kind of hoped that she didn't care for salmon and would leave that for me. 

"No it's ...I mean. Well ok it's a bunch of tiny things that have all been building up slowly over time so I guess I should have seen some of them coming, but they all came to a head today and did so within hours of each other. ...So they've been talking about the possibility of furloughs at work for about two months now. They even gave people the option of voluntary furlough last month which some people took, but I guess it wasn't enough to make a difference because today they told my entire department we would be furloughed for a month," she explained.

"That's... really awful. I'm sorry to hear that."

She went on. "Then on a whole other front I had started seeing this guy, Adam, about three weeks ago. We went on several dates; we were having fun, things were going well with no signs pointing to worry. And out of no where he tells me today that he doesn't think that it's working out."

"Ooh..." What could I say other than I felt for her. "You are having a bad day."

Her eyes got big and she held her chopsticks up in front of her as if to continue. "Oh there's more. Not only does he decide to tell me this within an hour of my being told I was no longer needed at work - he tells me via text. Because you know. That's the classy thing to do." She was shaking her head as if she couldn't believe her own story. "Oh and my brother quit college without telling anyone and my closest Aunt was admitted to the hospital."

All I could do was stare back at her. "You have to be making some of that up. All of that today?" I asked.

"All of that today." And for a split second her countenance changed from that of amused storyteller to a look of being overwhelmed and feeling hurt. Through all the years I'd known her she was always chipper, ever the optimist, things could attack her but never truly get her down. So while that moment of hurt or whatever it was she was experiencing was masked over again just as quickly as it had emerged - my eyes had seen it and all the platitudes - the things we say to each other when things happen 'Oh I'm so sorry.' , 'It sucks, but things will get better.' , 'I understand.' - none of them seemed to hold any real value and so I said nothing. Just sat there. Willing to listen if there were anything she felt like adding.

* * * *

We polished off every bit of the sushi and the last bite was as delicious as the first. The house did in fact begin to chill as the night went on and we moved from the couch and chair to the floor in front of the fire place where it was several degrees warmer. I was on my second bottle of beer and she was on her second or third glass of wine.

We talked. I told her about a side project I was working on - how I was hoping that if it took off I would try leaving my current job and try my hand at launching into a business of my own. We talked about travel and she filled me in on a recent trip to Spain she had taken sometime between now and the last time we had seen each other - which through the course of conversation we realized was fast approaching on six months. We had texted. We had sent the occasional e-mail, but we had not actually seen one another in person now for nearly half a year.

I remembered back to that last time we had met in person. We had decided to meet and catch up with what was going on with one another over drinks and appetizers at a nearby restaurant around five in the afternoon on a Thursday. I don't recall what we talked about, but I remembered how we lost track of time talking through the evening until we noticed the restaurant's staff cleaning up around us. 

My mind flashed back, further still, to a period of time just a few years earlier - when we were hanging out more regularly and when it seemed no matter how early in a day we chose to meet up we would still manage to close the place down just talking with one another.

One night in particular sprang to mind the two of us out together for no other reason than to get out of our houses. We were at a bar - now likely long out of business. Sitting at a table together I had been talking with my hands as I am prone to doing and as I finished with whatever I had been saying I returned my arms to the table - the little finger of one of my hands landing very near one of her own resting hands and now brushing against her thumb. For a brief moment neither of us moved or pulled away. And then subtly - gently, I began tracing her thumb with my finger. I remembered how it felt when she curled her thumb around my finger just before the rest of our hands slowly moved toward one another. We didn't speak. There didn't feel as if there were a reason to say anything. 

The skin of her hand looked so pale in contrast to the darker skin of my own hand - as if she were made of a living porcelain. Our fingers didn't intertwine the way so many couples are seen doing - instead I remember just running my thumb back and forth lightly over the inside of her outstretched palm there in that dimly lit bar - just exploring it. I remembered studying her skin as I traced the length of her fingers between my own thumb and forefinger. ...But most of all, above all else, I remembered how she let me.

A week or so after that in a similar situation I had kissed her. The moment had felt right, but when my lips touched hers she stayed in the kiss only for a moment before sliding her head to the side and settling in for an awkward hug. I didn't try to kiss her again after that, and the times in between our getting together now grew further and further apart.

* * * * 

"Things will get better." My own voice carried the words over the crackling sounds of the fire. We were now lying on the floor - bodies outstretched in opposite directions with only our heads near one another. I had pulled a few blankets down to the floor and she had reached up and pulled down a few small pillows from the corners of the couch.

"I know," she said with eyes slowly opening and staring up at the ceiling. "Do you have anymore blankets, would you mind." 

"Yeah, I'll be right back." I walked down the hallway to my bedroom on the end. From one of my closet shelves I pulled a large, rather thick cover that was big enough to spread out on the hardwood floor as padding and still have enough left over to fold over herself.

As I turned to leave my bedroom on my way back to the living room I glanced back over my shoulder and out through the bedroom window facing in the direction of town - out towards where Emily's own house sat. My bedroom view stretched over quite a distance because my house was situated near the peak of a hill and I could see over the rooftops of the other houses in my neighborhood. In the distance I could see lights. And then right before my eyes in the quickest of moments I saw an entire swatch of black at least fifteen blocks wide suddenly illuminate - their power returned.

I began to open my mouth to pass the news down the hallway to Emily's ears when she spoke first.

"I wish there was a pause button. I wish I could just put everything on hold for at least a day. Another hour at least." Her voice sounding contemplative in the air.

Now halfway back down the hallway toward the living room her words stopped me in my tracks. I looked back behind me - my eyes tunneling through the frame of my bedroom door and through the frame of my bedroom window out toward the night sky where lights were steadily returning to life on a path that was growing closer to my own neighborhood.

Standing there motionless, I turned to one side, now facing one of the walls there in the hallway. I reached my hand up to open a small metal wall colored door that hung flush against its vertical surface. Inside, my fingers felt their way up a series of horizontal switches until they found the master fuse for the entire house. I looked to my left toward the living room where I knew Emily laid with eyes gazing upward at the ceiling and I felt the heavy resistance of the fuse's switch under the pressure of my fingers as I flicked it into the off position. Not a even a full second later, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my neighbor's flood light flick to life and trickle upward gently streaming onto the exterior framing of my bedroom window. I took a few steps toward my bedroom door and pulled it shut then carried the blanket into the living room.




Of Friends & Lovers



"This has been nice. In a weird way the power going out does kind of feel like a pause button has been pressed." She unfolded the thick cover spreading it out beneath her and curling up in it like a cocoon. "With my luck though the power will come on any second."

"Maybe."

We chatted quietly for a while. I threw a few more pieces of wood onto the fire and after a short period we drifted off to sleep - our heads near one another's, our bodies off in slightly different angles.

* * * *

I awoke in the morning with the Sun streaming into my eyes through the small half circle window above my front door. I winced at its brightness and began to turn my head to my left when I found that I couldn't turn it any farther. Emily's head was there, her cheek resting on top of my left shoulder, the top of her head now against my cheek. I laid there awake until she awoke on her own and when she did she just raised up to one elbow, stretched with her other arm, blinked her eyes and smiled - maybe because she didn't know what else to do.

"Your power didn't come back on?" she wondered.

Yawning, I replied. "Uh, yeah I think it did. I hear the refrigerator running in the kitchen."

"Oh, ok. I just noticed your living room lights weren't on and wondered."

"You know, I think I probably flipped them off at the switch near the hallway when I went for the blankets last night. Habit. I knew there wasn't power but my brain sees no light and I try to turn one on anyway." I was beginning to feel that my gesture of kindness was becoming mildly convoluted.

"God, yeah. I've done that a million times. Ok. I have to pee." she stood, shaking her nest of blankets to the ground and walked toward the bathroom. 

My bathroom faced east with a window that let in a lot of morning light so I knew she wouldn't be flipping the bathroom light on and that would give me enough time to open the fuse box and flip the power to the house back on before she returned.

The bathroom door opened and she came back out into the living room.

"Thank you for letting me crash last night. Uhm, can I buy you breakfast somewhere?" she offered still standing.

"I have things, I can make us something here." I offered back.

"No that's alright I should get going. I'm sure my power is back on and my cats are probably thinking I've abandoned them and that they'll never see food again."

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yeah, but thank you. And again thank you for letting me crash in front of your fire," she said then slipped her feet into her shoes and stretched her arms into her coat. 

"OK."

She picked up her bag and I unlocked the door. I watched her start up her car, pull out of the drive, and head down the road waving back to me as she went.

* * * *

Four days later it rained all day. Heavy rain, the kind that brought with it a cascade of thunder. I had been home for about an hour when there was a knock at my door. It was the evening now. I walked over to the door and opened it to see Emily standing there on my porch in her coat and drenched from the rain. It was a short walk from the driveway to my doorstep, far too short of a walk for her to be as wet as she was - it looked like maybe she had been standing there for a while.

She looked me straight in the eyes and said. "My Grandmother told me their power came back on at eleven thirty that night. She lives just two blocks from you. Did you know that?"

I looked out past her into the torrential downpour and then back at her. "Do you want to come in?"

She didn't answer me "What time did your power come back on?" ...Not getting an immediate answer from me she asked again. "What time did your power come back on? Do you know?" There was suspicion in her voice and I thought best to come clean.

My eyes darted involuntarily away from her and back to her again. "Um, probably eleven thirty. Probably about then."

"Why?" Her voice more insistent than inquisitive.

My grip on the door knob at my side felt tight and I could feel it getting tighter from an uneasy nervousness. "...You seemed like you needed a break. A pause. Like you needed to step off the merry-go-round for a bit. You were saying as much when ...I saw the power coming back on around us and ...I, I don't know. I was just trying to give you that break," I said, now feeling my grip on the door knob grow even tighter.

In that moment I thought back to all of the friendships I had ruined over smaller more insignificant things than this - and I suppose they all should have added up into something that made me wiser. However, standing here now I could see everything from her perspective - how what I did might seem manipulative. All I could tell myself was that while I may have fucked things up - I did it with the best of intensions.

By the look on her face I could tell she had come to a realization. The rain was dripping from her hair and falling down in front of her face. "Why didn't you ever say anything."

"...I have, a few times.. and I guess I was saying it again that night," I confessed. "After that night years ago with the kiss - I knew you didn't feel the same way as me and I backed off. I respected where you were. But I still felt, well... I still felt. Do you remember that night you weren't feeling well and I drove you home from Chicago, an hour and a half drive, when no one else wanted to make the drive - there's a reason I didn't mind. I was telling you then. Just like the half dozen other times I was telling you in other ways - and then there was the other night - if I didn't care about you, if I were indifferent as to whether or not you were thrown back out into the world or not - I wouldn't have done what I did." I had said it. Fuck. That was everything. Right out on the table in one go. 

"...I was with someone. When you kissed me, I was with someone that I thought, well that I thought I was beginning to fall for. I knew you were going to kiss me. I knew it and I still let it happen because... The reason I pulled away was because I knew that if I didn't I wouldn't be able to stop even a second later. I felt something too, but when I broke things off with him you seemed like maybe you had moved on." She just stared at me and then said. "So with all those things you were doing - did you have to be so subtle?"

I reached my arm out into the rain and took her hand in my own pulling her inside to meet me. "Let me be clearer." And with two hands on either side of her face I pressed my lips to hers. Firmly. Clearly. Unmistakably. 

I felt her arms curl around the back of my shoulders as her lips parted - parting mine with them. Our tongues dancing gently at first, softly getting acquainted.

Here with me now with her lips to mine was the one woman I had wanted more than anyone could want anyone else and my kiss began to manifest that pent up desire that had lived quietly within me for more than four years. My hands braced the sides of her face as my kiss pressed harder now - more deeply. She was kissing back with a passion matching my own and I slid one of my hands up over her forehead wiping strands of hair out of her face and she felt cold to me - soaking wet. My hands moved down toward the lapels of her coat, lifting them and sliding them back over her shoulders, down the length of her arms sending her coat falling to the floor. I began pulling her out of her wet clothes.

I pulled her top up over her head tossing it aside as I gently turned her body to face away from me so that I was now kissing the nape of her neck where the small wisps of hair grew along her hairline. I unclasped her bra and slid it forward over her now bare shoulders and let it fall to her feet. My hands cupped her large full breasts and my thumbs grazed over her fat, growing nipples causing her to inhale sharply. She stood tall now leaning her body back against mine - her head resting against my shoulder placing it just to the side of my own. I placed each of her nipples between the thumbs and forefingers and applied pressure pinching them and rolling them between my fingers. She sighed deeply.

She pressed her ass back against my cock and I pressed into her as I moved my hands down over her flat stomach toward the buckle on her jeans. My fingers unfastening them as she kicked off her shoes pulling off her socks with her toes.

Holding onto her hip with one hand and pressing her upper body forward with my other - I leaned her against my living room wall with her hands supporting herself against it's flat surface. I kissed my way passionately down her spine listening to her breathing change before curling my fingers over the waistband of her jeans pulling them down from her hips, over her shapely round ass, and yanking them to the floor and off of her small delicate ankles.

Standing behind her I ran my hands up over the back of her thighs, over her amply round ass which was now covered only in a pair of cute pink, yellow, and white underwear, and up over the full length of her lean back. I reached up into her hair, grabbing a fist full and pulling her upright again away from the wall. I reached my other hand around to the front of her and slipped it beneath the waistband of her underwear.

I felt her arch her mound upward under the movement of my hand and soon I felt my middle finger slip between her fleshy swollen lips and slide over the hood of her clit - which I began to massage in tight little circles over and over enjoying how it felt and shifted under the weight of my finger and how it caused her breathing to change so fundamentally.

"Mm, I like the way you move." I whispered into her ear as her hips and ass moved against my hand and cock.

She craned her face back towards mine and enveloped my lips in a wet, full, and hungry kiss. She sucked on my lower lip running her tongue along the length of it as she held it captive between her lips. 

"Mmm." the sound came almost involuntarily from my throat. I spun her around to face me once again pinning her back against the wall. I pulled her hair and bit her lip as I pushed my hand underneath the front of her underwear quickly finding her throbbing clit once again - this time my fingers moved farther south sinking between the slick wet folds of her flesh. The tip of my middle finger collecting her own wetness and bringing it upward again - using her own juices as lubricant to rub her engorged clit. I pressed the heel of my hand into her mound pinning her ass to the wall as I vigorously massaged circles up and over her sensitive bud.

Her breathing was heavy, really heavy and it would catch in her throat from moment to moment before escaping in a sharp exhale. "Fuck. Oh... Mmmm, Aaaahhh!" 

She came standing right there with my hand pressed between her legs. The sight and sounds of her cumming were more than I could handle. I led her out of the living room down the hallway and into my bedroom.

I pushed her on to the bed and she tumbled backwards onto the comforter, her head landing on the pillows with a smile. Her body laying out at an angle and I pulled her legs to the center of the foot of the bed as I climbed onto the bed myself.

I reached up to the middle of her body and tugged her panties down away from her curvy hips and small frame. They felt damp as I pulled them off of her legs and threw them to the floor beside the bed.

Pressing open her legs with my hands and crawling my way upward between them - I kissed my way over each of her large heaving breasts. My lips planting little kisses around each of her fat hardened nipples as they ached at the prospect of attention. I took one of them into my mouth, sucking on it - flicking it with the tip of my tongue as I held it captive within my lips. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head pulling me in tighter against her breast. I opened my mouth wider - my lips taking more of her breast into my mouth and tugged on her nipple with my teeth. "Ooooh, Mmmm" came her whimpering.

I moved my mouth over to her other breast giving it the same attention I'd just given to its mate before kissing my way down her flat toned stomach and over her taut little navel as I passed over it.

Her legs open - her knees bent and pointing up toward the ceiling as the soles of her feet rested flatly on the covers of the bed to either side of me. The bulk of my body slid down between her thighs. Down, down, further down until she felt my warm breath falling over the freshly shaved skin of her mound. I looked below me at her beautiful pussy. Her outer lips were plump and swollen with anticipation and the scent of her was intoxicating - I felt my cock growing hard beneath me. Turning my head to my left I kissed the inside of her right thigh and without breaking contact with her skin I ran my lips downward into the small crevice appearing between the end her leg and edge of her pussy.

From right there between her thighs I looked up over her body. Her head was tilted back ever so slightly and her hands were kneading the top of her chest where the flesh of her breasts began, this caused her breasts to push together - her nipples now pointing up toward the ceiling - the skin around them wrinkling tightly. I returned my gaze down to her pussy and I could see her juices pooling between her inner lips. I sealed my open mouth over her entire slit, dipping my tongue into her - tasting her and collecting her wetness on my tongue. God I wanted to taste more of her. I wanted to taste her more deeply. I slid my arms underneath her legs curling my hands back over the insides of her hips as I pressed my mouth more firmly against her pussy and plunging my tongue into the depths of her before tilting my head upward to lick my way over the many little nerves living in the edges of her glistening pink lips until I felt my tongue find what it was looking for - the little hood covering her swollen, tingling clit.

"Oh fuck..." came her breathy response to the warmth of my tongue's arrival against her pulsing bud. I flicked it repeatedly, firmly, and without rest. "Oooh God!" came her cry as I sucked her clit firmly into my mouth holding it there between my lips. Her mouth gasped open - her head flying back. "Ah, Yeah! God!"

I loved every little response she gave me. Every catch of her breath, every exhale, every moan and expletive. So turned on by her was I that my own hips were moving back and forth behind me - rubbing my own rock hard, pulsing cock against the bed.

My hands gripped into the flesh of her hips before reaching farther forward over her mound and pulling back the skin of her hood - exposing her sensitive clit to the full sensation of the tip of my tongue as I licked circle after circle over and around her swollen button. "Mmmm!" Her hips began to buck gently against my face and I resealed my lips around her upper pussy as I tongue lashed her clit vigorously.

"Yes, God yeah yeah. Fuck don't...Oooohh!" Her pussy trembled and quaked under the waves of her second orgasm and this time I was tasting every bit of it as her cum washed over my tongue.

Her climax sent spasms up the length of her body and she was moaning into her upper lip which she was biting between her own teeth. Smiling devilishly I gave her clit one last flick with my tongue watching her body convulse and twitch as a result.

I sat up onto my knees there between her legs and began unbuttoning my shirt from the neck down. She, herself, shot up and began frantically helping unbutton my shirt from the bottom - her hands meeting mine in the middle before pushing my open shirt impatiently outwards as her hands ran over my chest and stomach.

She leaned farther forward planting hungry kisses on my stomach as she climbed onto her knees elevating herself to plant more kisses on my chest. Her mouth moved over my skin as her hands moved upwards over my shoulders displacing my shirt off of them completely as she did.

She kissed one of my nipples before enveloping it within her mouth and massaging it with her tongue - I felt the vibrations of her voice move within me as she moaned into my body. I moved my hands to the back of her head instantly losing them in the thick volume of her hair. Without taking her mouth from my chest I felt her hands find the button of my jeans. She unfastened it and tugged down my zipper. Her hand slipped below the waistband of my boxers and she looked up at me with a smile as I felt for the first time her hand wrap itself around my rigidly throbbing cock.

Straightening up on her knees she scooted around on the bed urging me without words to trade places with her. She pushed me onto my back with my head falling on the pillows near the headboard and curled her fingers around the waistbands of my jeans and boxers and began tugging them down my body tossing them to the floor beside the bed as they cleared my legs. I felt her hands as they ran back and forth over the front of my tan, toned, bare thighs as she soaked me in with her eyes.

I watched her watching me as her large breasts with their fat pink nipples gently swayed and moved between her arms as her hands slid upward over my thighs continuing past my hips - her fingers running over the muscles of my stomach as her head lowered in front of me. Her mouth wrapped around the underside of the head of my cock and her tongue flicked over that small sensitive spot where the head met the length of me. Her hair tickled my lower stomach and the tops of my thighs as she took the entire thick head of my cock past her lips sucking on it slowly.

"Ohh." The sound came out of me without any thought. Without a pause she widened her lips and slid down the length of me going past the midway point where so many women have stopped or felt the necessary urge to turn back or risk gagging. Emily lips didn't stop; they continued traveling down my fat, girthy cock now sliding over skin less often attended to and therefore much more sensitive to new sensations. My eyes widened and my mouth achingly gasped open as I felt her nose press into the base of my stomach and then her tongue dart out from her mouth licking the front of my balls. "Ohhh Fuck!!"

"God!" I'd never been deep throated before. My cock was thicker than most and I was told that girth made the act more difficult than length. At seven and a half inches long I wasn't monstrous in size, but it was a bit over average and I was told it didn't make things easier. Regardless her mouth took all of me. Having her mouth around every pulsing inch of my cock was a new feeling altogether that caused something in my stomach to tighten and my balls to tingle.

As her tongue receded back into her mouth and her warm, soft throat began to travel up over my shaft again it was joined by one of her hands which she used to stroke my now slick skin in an upwards motion trailing her grip behind her lips.

"Mmm, God I love your cock," she said staring at it and giving a hard, downward twist over its length with her hand. "I want you inside of me." Her knees traveled upwards on either side of me as she straddled my waist. She leaned forward, her breasts hovering over my own chest - her nipples brushing against my skin as she reached down between our bodies grabbing my cock with one hand and rubbing its engorged head against her own clit and then coaxing it back just a bit to meet the entrance of her dripping pussy.

We gasped as the head of my cock opened her tight glistening hole. She was stretching around me now. With the tip inside of her she began to slide down the fattest part of my cock - her pussy hugging me tightly the entire way. She was such a tight fit. I began to feel lost in how hot she felt around me - a real physical heat. My hands clenched into her thighs as I rocked my hips upward to sink into her more completely.

"Oh God." I couldn't lie below her for another moment. I bolted up with her still sitting on my lap - still impaled on my cock - and with one hand on her back and one on her ass I moved up to my knees and flipped her onto her back with me now on top of her.




Of Friends & Lovers



The entire weight of my muscular frame now bearing down on top of her body - driving my cock even more deeply into her as I thrust my tongue past her lips and into her mouth as I began fucking her, thrusting in and out of her - the heat of her wrapped around me working me into a frustrated frenzy. I slammed my hips into hers harder with every thrust. Her skin came alive under my touch and I ran my hands up and down her sides.

I broke my lips away from hers and pushed my way up onto my knees where I looked down between us now - to the point where our bodies met. I looked over her as she laid there on her back, her full breasts piled on top of her chest, her tiny hour glass waist that exploding outward into the most beautiful set of hips I'd ever seen.

I reached down beside me and lifted her left leg upward into the air holding the front of her calf in my hand as her toes pointed to the ceiling. I reached down with my other hand and placing it on her right hip I pulled her pussy more tightly against me as her leg curled out behind me. Still holding her left leg up against my chest I moved the hand I'd repositioned her with up to my lips.

I licked my thumb, sucking on it, wetting it, making it slick. I reached down in front of me and began stroking her clit with my thumb as I began thrusting my cock in and out of her - slowly, deliberately at first.

I was hungry to have her cum for me again; desperate to feel her cum around my cock; desperate to feel her juices cover my skin.

"Ohhhh." her own hands were kneading her breasts now. Her fingers quickly moving to her own nipples rolling them, pinching them, tugging at them. She turned her eyes upwards to my own and her expression looked to be one of feeling helplessly lost somewhere between pain and pleasure.

"Oohhh ...God, fuck..fuck me." She was on the brink now. My thumb picked up pace on top of her clit and my hips were really slamming my cock into her now. My own head was far back behind my shoulders, eyes closed as I felt my balls slam against the warm, round flesh of her ass with each thrust. Her clit felt absolutely engorged underneath my racing thumb. And was it possible that her pussy was actually growing hotter as it clenched around me?

Her climax rolled in on a storm as it crashed throughout her body. I felt the brink of its power as it traveled through the muscles of her pussy and played over the skin of my cock.

Frantically panting below me she pulled me down on top of her. I continued thrusting as I watched her face change with every little sensation. She was meeting my thrusts from beneath me now, bucking her hips upward with each to swallow every inch of me.

"I'm going to cum," I panted back.

"Yes. Yes. Cum for me." It was now her eyes that were locked onto the expression of my face as her hands moved to hold either side of my head much as mine had done to hers just an hour ago.I felt my balls tighten as they do before climax. I felt a tingle in that space beneath and behind them that sent a chill up through my spine.

"Cum for me." her words seemingly all the encouragement my body needing. Instantly I felt the muscles between my legs contract and the first jet of cum shoot inside of her. I felt as if I couldn't breath but I was breathing deeper and harder than I had been all night. Another contraction and I heard her moan and throw her head back as she felt the heat of my cum begin to fill her.

Her outstretched neck looked long and lean. I dropped my head to kiss it. Her skin tasted salty on my lips and tongue and I felt the last three contractions carry the last drops of cum out of me and into her and my body seemed suddenly heavy. Once again the full weight of my body collapsed on top of hers and I could never imagine ever wanting to be anywhere other than right here, right now with her.

Her arms curled around my back and with a single word she she expressed what we both were thinking. "...Wow."

THE END