3 comments/ 112776 views/ 6 favorites A Friendly Visit By: khollen2 (Note from author: This story is not about young college students who have the bodies of supermodels or better. This is a story about two middle age couples of average looks who after many years of platonic friendship happen upon a chance to take their friendship to another level. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.) It was a cool autumn day late in the afternoon. Linda was saying how much Bill enjoyed playing ball and would never give it up as long as he was still able to walk. Amy, my wife, was sitting next to Linda with a glass of wine, and I was sitting in the rocking chair watching a Patriot football game, occasionally looking and listening to what the girls were talking about but not paying much attention. Hell this was football season and nothing gets in the way of a Patriot game, well almost nothing. I couldn't help thinking that this was going to be a great season for the Pats, Brady was looking good and they had picked up a bunch of great guys for the defense and then I heard "He's in another world Linda and hasn't heard a word you said." "What did I miss?" I said. They laughed making me feel a little foolish, but that's nothing new. Over the years we have grown comfortable enough to be able to make a little fun of each other and know that it was just that, fun. "OK, what did I miss?" I asked again. "If I gave Amy a kiss you would have noticed!" Linda said. "Well yea!! I may be oblivious but I'm not dead!" I said. We all laughed at that. "As a matter of fact I still have that picture of you kissing Amy a few years ago, in fact its part of my screen saver on the computer at home. It makes me horny every time I see it!" I had snapped a picture of the girls just as Linda gave Amy a kiss on the cheek while fooling around, it was an innocent kiss but I love the picture anyways. "You guys are all the same" Amy pitched in with a chuckle. "Bill is the same way, always telling me I should make out with Amy while he watches" Linda says. "I think Bill has a very good sense of adventure" I said. That's when Bill came in the front door, slightly overhearing our conversation, at least the Bill part. He's a tall guy, about 6'-4" and weighing in at about 200 pounds. At 55 he's in good shape and stays active both in work and play. He and Linda have a good marriage and I hardly ever see them argue. Linda is 49, about 5'-7" and 140 pounds give or take and very attractive with brown hair and eyes. She doesn't see herself as pretty but I do and I'm sure most people do also. My wife Amy is about 5'-4" and 140 pounds also. She is the youngest of the four of us at 43 and is also very attractive with short reddish-brown hair and brown eyes. I'm 51, 5'-9" and 180 pounds with brown hair and eyes, but the hair is going gray very quickly. Amy says it makes me look distinguished only I don't want to look distinguished. "You guys talking about me behind my back? And I'm sure it was all good" he laughed. "We were just talking about your fantasy of seeing me and Amy making out in front of you" Linda said. Bill just looked at her for a second or two, then at Amy and then at me, obviously not sure how we had taken this little bit of personal info that Linda offered to us, and maybe a little bit peeved at Linda for telling us, after all this was said in private to her, not Amy and me. I figured someone had better say something or this could get very awkward. I don't think Bill knew what to say and Linda may have realized she may have said a little too much. "I was just wondering how both of us could have the same fantasy and the girls never fulfilled that fantasy for us!" I said. We all laughed at that and things lightened up to my relief. I didn't know how they felt, but I didn't want this to put a damper on our visit. We only got to visit Linda and Bill a couple of times a year, them living about 4½ hours from us and we really did love going up to visit them, probably more than almost anything else that we did. Lately, things have changed a little because the kids are now grown and we can visit without the distractions, not that all the distractions are gone but we don't have to spend most of our time together taking care of the kids. Both of us now have a grandson and we really enjoy that even if it does mean we're getting older. It is a little funny in fact because both of us had our second child, a girl, within 3 days of each other and it was totally unplanned, just a coincidence. There has been a lot of water gone under the bridge since we've known each other but we have remained good friends through it all and there is something to be said about that these days. "Well I'm going to take a shower and be back in about 15 minutes" Bill said. "And I'm going to start supper" Linda said. "And I'm going to help" said Amy. "Well I guess that leaves me and the football game," I said. Everyone went there own way that being said. The game ended about ten minutes later and the Patriots squeaked out another win at the last second to my surprise and enjoyment. Love those Pats!!! I strolled out to the kitchen to see how supper was coming along. The girls were chatting, cooking and drinking wine so I decided on a beer and sat down to watch and put my two cents into the conversation. "So you still have that picture of me kissing Amy huh?" Linda asked. "Yep and I would love to add a couple more. I've got the digital camera now so I don't have to worry about getting the film developed either." "You afraid of someone seeing your wife kissing another woman?" Linda asked. "No, but you know how weird people get about sexual pictures going through normal developing companies. Anyway, that would be something I think should remain private, like it would ever actually happen." I said sarcastically. "You never know" Amy said. This raised my eyebrow a little but not taking it seriously. That's when Bill came in saying "When do we eat?" "Now" the girls said together. We sat down, ate, drank and talked about lots of things. An hour went by before we knew it. The girls said to go watch TV while they cleaned up and we ignored them and helped. I always clean up at home since Amy does the cooking so this wasn't going to be any different. The girls did help us though and it wasn't long before all was cleaned up and we retired to the family room with our drinks. The girls went to the couch, Bill his favorite chair and I sat in the rocker, I love rocking chairs. The TV was on but we weren't really watching it, just kind of continued our discussing all the worlds problems, how to fix them and other really important issues. If the world leaders just listened to us there would be no more problems, right? Right! We were getting a little silly with the drinks flowing and all. Then the discussion headed towards porno movies. Of course, we knew how to make the movies good but for some reason the moviemakers didn't have a clue as to what was really hot to watch. Why couldn't they at least try to put a story line together with the sex, it would make the movie so much better. Of course I had to ask the question "What would you like to see in a porno movie?" Amy pipes in with "I would love to see a girl dominate a guy, make him do the things to her that she wants or get a whipping or a spanking, at least some sort of punishment." I know for a fact that she likes to spank a guy, puts her in control. This really surprises Bill and Linda because they had now idea she would like something as kinky as that. Amy comes across as 'Little Miss Nice' except when she gets mad at something or someone. Then Linda says "We already know what Kurt and Bill like" "And what is that?" Bill asked with a chuckle. This is when I get the shock of a lifetime. Linda said "Kurt, do you have your camera ready?" I said yes and picked up the camera showing it to her with a puzzled look. You have to understand that I would never in a million years believe that Linda would do this. With that she said "Turn it on or you'll miss the best shot of you life!" Then she turned towards Amy and gave her a kiss on the lips, just a short light peak really. I just had time to raise the camera and take a quick shot, not sure if I got it or not. Bill and I looked at each other and smiled. "That was great but I don't think I got the picture. Can you do that again only hold the kiss a little longer so I can focus the camera" I said. Both Amy and Linda gave me the look, like yea right, great excuse to get us to kiss again. Then they faced each other for a long pause like they were thinking about this. Linda asked Amy "Are you game?" Amy shook her head yes without saying anything but I could see her neck turning pink. This always happens to Amy when she gets embarrassed or mad, sometimes wine does it. I didn't know what the cause was but I was sure she wasn't mad. Then Linda leaned closer to her slowly, closed her eyes and kissed Amy on the lips. This time she held the kiss for maybe ten seconds and Amy kissed her back. This was way cool! I could feel myself getting turned on immediately, my cock growing hard. I glanced at Bill and he was just sitting there staring in disbelief, but I didn't want to watch Bill, I wanted to watch the girls. Somehow I remembered to raise the camera and take a close up shot, knowing this was going to be my favorite picture of all time! Then they separated slowly, still looking at each other with a very turned on look. Then Linda looks at Bill and then me and asked "Did you get that one?" "Yea, it was pretty good" I said. Then I began to wonder if I could get them to do a little more. "How about you two kiss one more time but maybe you can do a little tongue swapping while kissing" figuring not a chance in hell. "You mean like this?" Linda asked. Then they leaned into each other and began to kiss again and to our surprise they opened their mouths and started frenching. God, that was the hottest thing I have ever witnessed! If I wasn't hard before I sure was now. Bill was growing a tent in his shorts as well. I took a couple of more pics and went back to watching, getting hotter and hotter. After a minute or two of this most excellent show they broke the kiss, breathing a little heavy. "How was that guys, you like?" "That was so hot!" Bill exclaimed with a cracking voice. Now my mind is really going and I'm beginning to wonder how far are they willing to take this. The wine is helping here I'm sure but are they just teasing Bill and me or are they doing something that they have always thought about doing but never had the chance to do. There is only one way to find out. "Are you two going to stop there? I would love to get a pic of Amy feeling Linda up, maybe a little under the blouse feel" With that Amy leans over to Linda, brings here hands up to her tits and starts rubbing them slowly, provocatively. Linda's eyes close again with a very turned on look on her face. Then Amy begins to unbutton her blouse, one button at a time. She did this so slowly that I almost got up and unbuttoned them myself but was able to hold back. I started taking some more pictures, zooming in and out. Amy pulled Linda's blouse open exposing her bra-covered breasts, this was too good to be true. It felt like I was dreaming. Amy pulled her bra straps down and unclipped it and pulled it off of Linda. My pants were getting way to small now and I had to start rubbing myself to relieve the pressure. Amy then started feeling Linda up, rubbing her tits, cupping them and even pinching her nipples which had grown very hard and puffy. They looked so good. Again I had to really work hard not to get up and start sucking on them myself. It had been many years that I had dreamed of doing just that to Linda. Then Amy bent down and started sucking on her nipples as if reading my mind. Linda took in a deep breath; I could see she was definitely enjoying Amy's tongue. She was even starting to rock her hips and I thought I could see a small wet spot beginning to show between her legs on her shorts. That is when Linda opened her eyes and reached for Amy's shirt and pulled it up and over her head. She then undid her bra and took it off, not as slowly as Amy did to her. I think Linda really wanted to get to Amy's tits, she had a very turned on look in her eyes. Linda leaned down and started sucking on Amy's nipples, biting them and pulling them with her teeth. It was Amy's turn to take a deep breath with a moan. Linda seemed a little more aggressive than Amy, which was really hot to watch. It was getting close to the time to release my cock from my pants, the hell with what Bill or anyone thought; I was really getting into this show and was losing rational thought very quickly. As the girls went back to sticking their tongues into each other's mouths I unzipped, unbuttoned and pulled my cock out. It felt so good running my hand up and down my cock while watching my two favorite women making out and half nude. Bill saw me and gave in to his lust as well. This was the first time I had seen another guy half naked and masturbating but it didn't turn me off like I thought it would, hell he was doing it watching my wife having sex with his wife, how bad could that be. I have always fantasized about watching Amy make it with another guy, maybe Bill, so that was an added turn on. One thing was for sure, this had gone way beyond turning back and I don't think anyone there would have wanted to stop this from happening even for a second. The girls were rubbing their tits against each other as the embraced and kissed making their nipples even harder. Then Linda started necking Amy, kissing here ear and then moving around to the back of her neck. This really got Amy going because the back of her neck is one of her hot spots, it drives her crazy! That's when Amy started petting Linda's pussy through her shorts causing Linda to buck her hips back and forth again. I'm sure Amy could feel the wetness in Linda's crotch and that had to turn her on even more. Linda pushed Amy down onto the couch on her back and unbuttoned Amy's shorts, unzipped them and pulled them off leaving Amy in her white cotton panties which showed there own wet spot in the crotch. Linda began rubbing Amy through her panties wide eyed and breathing very heavy. I think both Bill and I were screaming to ourselves "PULL THEM OFF!!!" And then she did, it was an incredible sight. I almost came when Linda bent down and started licking Amy's pussy, slowly running her tongue from her ass to her clit and then into her slit. The wetness was pouring out of Amy and her pussy was as swollen as I've ever seen it. Her lips were all puffed out and glistening as she started moving her pussy up and down trying to get Linda to lick every part. Amy reached down and held Linda's head trying to guide her or maybe trying to suck her whole face into her pussy. Linda broke off when I thought Amy was just about ready to cum causing a big sigh from everyone, especially Amy. She then stood up and took her own shorts off follow by her panties. Everyone was watching her every move and she gave Bill and me a glance as she was stripping, a big smile crossed her face. We must have been quite a sight, sitting there intently watching her, our eyes wide open and our hands gliding up and down our exposed cocks. Linda then looked back at Amy and turned her to a sitting position on the couch and kneeled down in front of her. She bent down between Amy's legs and continued eating her pussy making slurping and kissing noises. Linda's ass was sticking up into the air in this position and I could see her sweet pussy between her spread legs and did she ever look good! This was the point when I decided I could no longer be just a spectator, I had to get involved or I would explode. I looked at Bill who was very intently watching the girls and jacking off and decided to go for it figuring that if he didn't want me touching Linda I would get a sign from him soon enough. I got up and moved behind Linda and kneeled down looking at her beautiful ass and pussy, then ran my hand up the inside of her leg. Slowly I rubbed her leg and ass, bringing my hand closer and closer to her pussy. When I was only and inch or two from her extremely wet lips I glanced at Bill to get a sense as to how he was going to react. He just nodded his head and I knew that was the go ahead sign. As I placed my hand onto Linda's pussy she stopped licking and took a huge breath but did not pull away. That was all I needed to continue so I began fondling her, pushing a finger and then two inside her. She went back to licking Amy as I ran my fingers all around her pussy, circling her clit and even spreading her juices around tight little asshole. She started moaning as I was doing this and that was when Amy realized what I was doing. She just looked at me and smiled while continuing to enjoy Linda licking and eating her pussy. I looked down at Linda, taking in all her oral attention to Amy when I realized that she had a finger buried deep into Amy's ass, stroking it in and out. Amy loves this when she's really turned on and I'm sure it was even better with Linda doing it. That's when Bill got up and walked over to the couch to get a better look, his cock sticking straight out and looking as red and swollen as any cock I've ever seen in a porno movie. He looked at Amy who was watching him and then moved closer to her by climbing onto the couch next to her. Amy reached out and put her hand around his cock and started running it up and down the length of his shaft. Bill moved closer to her putting his cock right next to her face and then against her lips. She opened her mouth and slid it down his length and back up leaving it soaked with her spit. This was a huge turn on for me and I'm sure for Bill and Amy as well. I also noticed Linda watching intently as well. This was a scene that I had fantasized about many times but never thought would ever happen, and it was just as exciting as I imagined, maybe even more! I snapped back to what I was doing and moved behind Linda, my own cock bulging straight out and as hard as it has ever been. Slowly I slid it into the depths of Linda's pussy. God, was she wet and hot!! I had to put all my concentration into not cumming right then and there. I just stopped, letting my cock enjoy the feel of her pussy while gaining a little control. Linda let out a gasp as I slid into her and she pushed back into me, she felt so good. This was one of those moments when you wish it could last forever but you know it will be over way to soon. Amy was going down on Bill like a sex starved woman, licking every part of his cock and balls, taking him as deeply as possible into her mouth. Bill looked like he was close to losing it, as close as I was. Amy didn't look like she was going to last very long as well and Linda, whose face I couldn't see very well as it was buried in my wife's cunt, seemed to be doing nicely by the way she was bucking into me as I slide my cock in and out of her. I slid one hand around her and started rubbing and circling her clit as I pounded into her pussy. The other hand was busy playing with her tits. My vision was becoming a little blurred being as turned on as I was but I could see Amy bucking her hips up and down faster and faster, almost to the point that Linda could barely keep her tongue inside Amy's cunt. All of a sudden Amy started to scream as she climaxed all over Linda's face sending a huge amount of pussy juice all over Linda and the couch. It was the most beautiful and erotic thing I have ever witnessed and it must have set off Bill too because not a minute after Amy started to quiet down I saw Bill jerk his cock in and out of Amy's mouth grunting, his cum spraying out of his cock and was flowing in and out of her mouth and running down her chin onto her tits, what a wonderfully erotic scene!! A Friendly Visit The cell phone was ringing. It was him. This was the first time he was calling me, so what could he possibly want? Why would he want to talk to me? Was something wrong? I guess there was only one way to find out. One missed call. Would he leave a voice mail? The phone started ringing again, the ring tone I picked for him playing. "Hello?" Too many thoughts going through my head at once. "Hey, hon. You busy?" His voice was cheerful. Okay, so there was nothing wrong, unless he was faking it. "No, why; what's up?" That's right. Keep sounding like this was anyone else, that your heart isn't racing, that you're not shaking. Just keep acting like this isn't a big deal. "Not much, but I do have a surprise for you." Damn, did his voice have to be so sexy? "Oh, really? What kind?" Yes, that's right; you have me intrigued and I don't care if you know. "Well, can you come down to the bus station right now?" "The bus station, as in the one near my house? Why?" Was he trying to tell me what I thought he was? "Well, unless you just want me to walk my way around trying to find your apartment..." he paused. "Can you come get me?" My heart and jaw dropped, and then my heart began to race even faster. "You're here? But, why?" "Well, two reasons, but we'll talk about it when you come get me." I could hear the smile in his voice. Had he planned this? Well, of course he had to. I had been saving up my vacation time and had the next month off all to myself. I still wasn't sure what it was that I was going to do with all that free time. We talked about my vacation coming up two weeks ago, but that didn't explain why he was here. What had made him come see me? Now wasn't really time for questions. I live about a five minute drive away from the bus station, and I knew the sooner I got there, the sooner my questions would be answered. I grabbed my keys and fought the urge to speed as I made my way over. Sure enough, there he was standing outside the bus station. He looked even better in person than he did in the pictures I had seen and in my dreams. My heart skipped a beat as he walked over to my car, not even waiting for me to get out. He had a big suitcase with him. How long was he planning on staying? Or was I just a stop on his way to see someone else? I got out of the car and walked toward him. He stopped dead in his tracks, and when I reached him, he took me in his arms, hugging me tight. "I've been wanting one of your hugs for a long time," he said softly to me. He towered over me, just like I always knew he would, and I felt so small in his arms, but I also felt safer than I have in a long time. His voice sent shivers throughout my entire body. Hearing it over the phone didn't do it justice. He had a sexy tenor voice, like velvet. Every word he spoke was like a caress on all of my senses. His full lips were begging to be kissed, to be sucked, to be nibbled. My mind was overflowing with naughty thoughts I could never act upon. We agreed to be friends and nothing more. The fact that I was still madly and deeply in love with him didn't matter. We stood there, him holding me, for what felt like forever. I didn't want him to let go, and I held in a groan when he finally did. I looked up at him, taking him in and burning him into my mind. This was one moment I never wanted to forget. "So, what's the surprise you have for me?" I was grinning, trying to hide everything that was going through my mind. My eyes wandered down to his hands and a thought went through my mind. What would those hands feel like running all over my body, caressing me? I pushed the thought to the back of my mind. "Well, you're looking at one of them," he grinned. "The other is more of a hope than a surprise." "Oh?" I couldn't help but wonder what he meant. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind me staying for a while. I needed to get away, and I remembered that you told me I was welcome any time. So, when you mentioned your vacation coming up, I though that the timing was perfect and bought a bus ticket," he smiled shyly. Even then, it made him look even sexier. "Of course I don't mind!" I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. I knew that however long he was planning on staying, my will would be tested. I would be fighting with myself every moment to keep from ripping his clothes off, knocking him to the ground, and just ravishing him. Chris had to have been at least 6'4" now with gorgeous ice blue eyes, dark brown hair, and sexy full flips. He was built, but he wasn't all hard muscle, which appealed to me even more. Being in his arms was so comfortable. The only thing I had in common with him looks-wise was my lips; they were full as well. My hair is a light brown, a few inches past my shoulders, and I have blue-green eyes. Whenever I get really angry, they look really green, and when I'm happy, a dark blue. He was a good foot taller than me since I'm only 5'4". I'm not thin, but I'm not big either. I have curves in all the right places, and I know how to use them. I was still holding onto him, and I reluctantly let go. "How long are you planning to stay, hon?" "As long as you'll have me. I'm sure you've made plans by now..." "Nope, none yet," I cut him off. I really hadn't had anything planned. "But, I guess I do now," I smiled at him. I couldn't keep my eyes off him. "Come on, I'm sure you're tired and hungry." I took his hand and started walking to the car. He didn't move and gently pulled me back to him. We were inches away, and as I looked into his eyes, I knew what I was seeing was reflected in my own. I wanted him to kiss me so badly. I wanted to feel his lips on mine; I wanted to run my fingers through his hair as his entangled in mine. "We should go," my voice was barely above a whisper. As much as I wanted that kiss, I knew it was a bad idea. He didn't say a word as we walked to my car, a simple gold Chevy Aveo. It wasn't a wow car, but it was a good, dependable car. I popped the trunk so he could put his suitcase in and got in the car. He got in and looked over at me. "Thanks, Kylie. This means more to me than you know." I smiled at him, "You don't have to thank me, Chris." We didn't speak the rest of the way to my house. There were too many thoughts going through my head. The one thought that seemed to pop out from all the rest was why he needed to get away. He had friends closer than me, so what would make him want to travel so far away? It almost seemed like he had a hidden agenda with this, but I highly doubted that one. We had once, long ago, talked about the possibility of a relationship between us, but the more we thought about it, we knew it wouldn't work out. My life was here, and his was there. Damn the distance. Then again, if the distance hadn't been an issue, would we be together now? Probably not. As much as I would have loved that, I knew we were better off as friends. Relationships had a way of fucking with people, and that was one of my main reasons for staying single the past two years. We had something great the way we were right now, and if we had dated, we could have lost it. His friendship was one I cherished with all my heart. "Kylie?" He looked at me, wondering what was going through my mind. It hadn't hit me that we were sitting in my parking lot. How long had we been sitting here for? "Sorry, hon, I guess I kind of spaced out." I got out of the car, and he followed, suitcase in hand. I still couldn't believe that he was here. It felt like a dream, but if it was a dream, I would have kissed him by now. I showed him around the apartment and asked him again if he wanted something to eat. He shook his head. I apologized that he would have to sleep on the couch, and he told me not to worry about it. "If you want to get some sleep, you're welcome to sleep in my room for now," I winked and again, he declined. We put his suitcase in my room, and that pretty much left us with nothing to do. I knew he was tired; I could see it. It was the middle of the afternoon, and I had no idea what we would do. We sat on the couch. I had my legs folded underneath me and my back to the arm of the couch. He sat down, close, next to me. We were both quiet, but it wasn't an awkward silence. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. "So, why did you need to get away, hon?" I had to know. Chris shrugged, "Everything was just getting so overwhelming, and I really wanted to see you, so yeah." My heart fluttered. "I really wanted to see you." Even though I was pretty sure he didn't want to see me because he had an interest. Most likely it was a want to meet someone he considered a good friend. I didn't mind that. He was here and so close to me. He was only inches away, and I could smell his cologne. I inhaled deeply, but I couldn't place which one it was. All I knew was he smelled so good. A flash of us entangled in bed went through my mind. Yeah, my will was definitely going to be put to the test. I could picture him moving closer, leaning in to kiss me. My mind really didn't want to behave with him here. Then again, it never did behave when it came to Chris. He shifted on the couch, and the space between us vanished. He was right up against me. Is that what he meant to do? I wasn't sure, but he wasn't moving and neither was I. I turned on the TV, hoping to focus my thoughts somewhere else, anywhere else but where they were headed. I flipped through channels and stopped on "Invader Zim", a show we both loved. From the corner of my eyes, I could see his eyes on me, and he had the same look he had at the bus station. A shiver went through my body as I closed my eyes and pictured his lips on mine. My imagination was working overtime because I could literally feel his lips on mine. My eyes flew open, and he leaned back. I wasn't imagining that kiss. He really had just kissed me. He leaned in and kissed me again. The kiss was more intimate this time. My arms were around his neck, my fingers running through his hair, and he pulled me onto his lap as the kiss deepened. I could easily tell it was having the same reaction on him as it was me. This was wrong, so very wrong, but it felt so right. We were going past the line of friendship, but I didn't care at that point. All I could think about was how long I had wanted to feel his lips on mine, and now it was happening. When the kiss ended, we were both breathless. I didn't move off his lap like I should have, but with his arms locked around my waist like they were, I doubt I would have been able to if I wanted. For a few minutes, we didn't say anything, just looked at each other. He was the first to speak. "Kylie, I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist any longer." I didn't answer; I just kissed him again. The kiss turned passionate quickly as his hands went under my shirt, slid up my back, and ended up on my waist again. He was incredible, and so were his kisses. I knew he was as aroused as I was. I shifted in his lap to get more comfortable, and he let out a soft groan. I was letting him control everything. My head was screaming stop as my heart cried out for more. My body was siding with my heart. His lips moved to my neck, and he began to nibble softly. A soft moan escaped my lips and the nibbles turned to soft bites. I wanted to take control at that point. I wanted to guide his hands and mouth to the parts of me that were begging for attention, but I didn't. "Chris," his name came out, softly moaned. His hands, still under my shirt, moved up my back to unfasten my bra, and as his hands made their way to my breasts, I pushed away. He looked up at me, confused. My mind had won the fight, and I moved to get off his lap as I came to my senses. He tried to stop me, his hands on my waist, but I moved away. "I'm sorry, hon, but I can't do this." I saw the hurt in his eyes. "Chris, if we do this, there's no going back. If we cross that line and things don't work out, not only will we both be hurt, but we will have lost a friendship both of us cherish." He didn't say a word, just nodded his understanding. The look in his eyes was eating away at me, so I told him I was going to take a shower. Both of us knew what that shower would consist of. My toys were kept in the bathroom, and those coupled with the removable massaging showerhead not only made a great shower but made great orgasms too. With as riled up as he had gotten me, I needed release. As I showered, I could feel his hands and lips on me all over again. I laid down in the tub, the showerhead in one hand, letting the water pulse on my clit as my other hand pumped my toy in and out, harder and faster. In my mind, it was his tongue working on my clit and his fingers pumping away. The radio in the bathroom was blasting, and as I came, I cried out his name. At least I knew he couldn't have heard me. I finished my shower and dressed, still very much frustrated. I knew only one thing would take the ache away, but he was forbidden fruit to me. I walked into the living room, and I wondered if he was upset that I stopped him. He was sitting at the other end of the couch now, flipping through channels. I sat down in the spot I was in earlier, in the same position. My eyes were on him as I tried to figure out the mood he was in. He looked at me and smiled softly. At least I knew it wasn't a forced smile. Now that both our heads were clearer, I knew we should talk about what had happened. The memory was still very fresh in my mind and it only caused my frustration to increase. "Kylie, I'm sorry about earlier. I don't know what came over me." The look in his eyes told me that he didn't regret it and he wished we could have finished what we had started. "No need to apologize, sweetie. It happened, but at least we stopped before it went any further." My voice was soft, and I was still fighting the desire building within me. Both of us were saying what we thought was the right thing to say. More than anything, I wanted to be with him, but I wasn't sure where he stood on that. It was because of that reason and that reason alone, that I had the courage to stop everything. I didn't want to be just another woman he slept with; I wanted to be his and his alone. I wanted a relationship with him, and there's no way I'd settle for fuck buddy. There was so much sexual tension between us, the air crackled with it. It was his decision that we stay friends, and until he said otherwise, that's all we would be. I fought so hard with myself to get to where I was now. I was able to keep those feelings well hidden from him, but I guess I couldn't hide my desire. So, we both slipped. Big deal. Before I knew it, before I knew what was happening, before I could even object, I was in his arms again. His kiss was so full of need and desire, I couldn't help but succumb to it. I wanted him so much, and he was giving me a chance to take what I wanted, but could I really do it? Did I really want him like this? Who was I kidding? I'd take him any way I could have him. The kiss ended, and before I could say a word, he stopped me. "Kylie, I don't want to do this anymore." What a way to confuse me. Do what, exactly? "I've wanted more than what we've had for such a long time. You've consumed my mind, and I've been in love with you for so long now. Tell me I'm not the only one who wants this. Tell me I didn't fuck things up between us a year ago. Tell me that there's still a chance. I want you to be mine, Kylie, and I've wanted that for so long now." Damn, did he look sexy. I was speechless. What was I supposed to say to all of that? How was I supposed to react? Instead of replying, I just kissed him, putting all of my feelings behind that kiss. Everything I felt for him was in that one, single kiss, and I hoped it was enough. I hoped it was enough to tell him that yes, I wanted this just as much and as badly as he did. The only problem was that I was scared, no terrified. I was terrified of losing him. Even if he was only in my life as nothing more than a friend, that's all I needed. He knew this because we had discussed it once before. What if things didn't work out between us? Then, I'd probably lose him forever; I didn't know what to do. At the moment, I wasn't thinking; I was just acting. As we pulled away, the look on his face was pure joy. I'm sure mine wasn't, but that didn't matter to him. There was no way he could misinterpret that kiss. His arms were wrapped around me, and I felt so safe. We were two of a kind, him and me. I knew we had a strong connection, a strong bond, but would it be enough to handle such a great distance? Could I really ask him to put his needs, his desires on hold like that for me? No, I would have to settle on an open relationship; as long as he came back to me. We would definitely have to talk about this. My eyes flew open, and I was on the couch. It was just a dream; he never said any of it. He had his arm around me, and my head was on his chest. How did we get into this position? I got out of my shower and came to sit on the couch. He must've moved closer, but why? "Hey, sleepy," he smiled at me. All I could do was smile back. I was so confused, but it began to melt away as I shrugged it off. I didn't move because I was way too comfortable. I had fallen asleep before we could talk about that kiss. "Chris, we need to talk about what happened." I moved away from him, but we were still close. "It was a slip, so there's nothing to talk about, hon. Would you feel better if I told you it won't happen again?" Something was telling me that it was more than just a slip. But then, what was the reason for his kissing me? We were both attracted to each other, but was there something more on his part? No, if he had an interest...what would he do? I had no way of knowing. Was he fighting his emotions for the same reason as I was? I wanted it to happen again....and again and again. I wanted him. "Just a slip, huh?" He nodded, and I left it at that. His hands moved to his lap, and my eyes followed the movement. Still aroused. Could there really be more than he was letting on? If there was, he would have to act on it. It was his decision, so if he wanted something more than friendship, he'd have to voice it. My dream was still fresh in my mind. If we did get together, would he want an open relationship, or would he settle for just me even if it was long distance? This wasn't something I should even be thinking about. It would never happen anyway. I knew we had to get both of our minds off of what had happened earlier. "It wasn't a slip," kept going through my mind. He had wanted to kiss me back at the bus station too. I shook the thought away before it consumed my mind. I was getting hungry, so instead of cooking, I decided to order out. We agreed on pizza. I asked how his trip was, and he said it was exhausting, but everything went smoothly. He was lucky that everything had gone as it should have his first time taking Greyhound. Half an hour later, the pizza arrived, and we ate. We made small talk, just talking about whatever came to our minds. I had finally calmed down, so I was more at ease now. As the night drew closer, we were both getting tired. He went to take a shower, and I headed to bed. I never sleep in more than anything but a t-shirt, and tonight, I was debating on actually wearing pants. Something was telling me I should, but I crawled into bed in just a t-shirt anyway. I was so tired, and I had a feeling that resisting him was mostly to blame for that. Hopefully, tomorrow wouldn't be as bad. I had left Chris a blanket and two pillows before I retired for the night. As I laid in bed, my last thoughts were of him, kissing me. The dream I was having was so intense, so real, I could feel his hands running over my body, barely touching me. My heart was racing, and pure lust was coursing through my veins. My eyes flew open, and there he was. Chris was lying on his side, watching me, his hands moving up and down the side of my body. He saw that I was awake and leaned over to kiss me. It was a soft kiss, a cautious kiss, but a sweet one none-the-less. I was dreaming again; I had to be. A Friendly Visit "Kylie," my name came out as a whisper. "I couldn't keep away." He kissed me again. I returned his kiss, mine full of passion and desire. I may have been dreaming all of this, so why the hell not? He pulled away, and I bit down on my lip. He let out a groan, and I grew even more wet. Chris kissed me again, and this one was eager, hungry. As he began to nibble on my lower lip, it hit me that it wasn't a dream, but I couldn't stop now even if I had wanted to. He was wearing nothing but a pair of pajama pants, and he was fresh out of the shower. His hands were caressing me through my blanket, and I knew he was pacing himself. I wanted him to rip it away from my body as much as I knew he wanted to. "Chris," I moaned out softly as his lips moved to my neck. His hands slid up from my waist and cupped my breasts. Another moan escaped my lips. He had a magic touch, and I wanted more. He slowly moved the blanket down to my waist, and he pulled my shirt up, over my breasts, even slower. I heard him take in a deep breath when he revealed them. I was a 38C and damn proud of it. "Beautiful, Kylie," he whispered as his lips moved to my breasts. I gasped as his tongue lightly flicked over one nipple and then the other. It seemed he was going to torture and tease me until I went insane. He didn't have to do much; I was already half way there. My fingers were tangled in his hair as he began to suck on my nipple, stopping to trace his name with his tongue on each. When he began to nibble, my grasp on his hair tightened and he began to bite softly. I loved the fact that he knew just what to do and when to do it. It was almost as if he knew my every sexual desire. When he was done with my breasts, he began to kiss a trail down, sliding the blanket further and further down. My legs were spread, and I was aching for him. He stopped and looked up at me when he reached my stomach. He made his way back up to kiss me, and his hand slid under the blanket to the ache between my legs. His fingers brushed over my throbbing clit, sliding down my slit. I was dripping, and that one touch caused me to moan into his kiss. I wanted to feel his tongue on me while his fingers slid in and out of me, making me scream. Damn, did I want him to make me scream. "Kylie, you're so wet," he whispered to me. "That shower didn't help at all, did it?" I shook my head, and he made his way down again. Only this time, he didn't stop. As his mouth enveloped my clit, I screamed out his name, and I moaned when he stopped. He was lapping me up, and I my fingers were in his hair again. He knew what I wanted, what I needed, but he wanted me to wait for it. It was pure and utter torture, but when his tongue began playing with my clit again, it was heaven. As he sucked and nibbled, my grip on his hair grew tighter. I screamed out again when he slid two fingers into me. He stopped just to say, "Come for me, baby." He didn't have to ask; I was almost there. I was chanting, "Oh, my God...Oh, Chris...Oh, God, Chris!" over and over, and I screamed out his name when I came. His mouth left my clit, and he withdrew his fingers to lap me up again. His lips were soon on mine again, and I could taste myself on him. My hands were between our bodies, trying to tug his pants down. My hands were shaking, and he moved off me. I sat up and pulled off my shirt while he removed his pants. God, was he beautiful. Everything about him was perfect. As he got back on the bed, I had him lie down so I could straddle him. He could have slid in at that moment, but we just looked at each other. I leaned down to kiss him, and I felt him slowly slide in. I moaned into his kiss as I felt myself stretch to accept him. I found myself wondering if I could take him all. I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding when he was all the way in. "I love you, Kylie," Chris whispered right before kissing me. Our bodies began to slowly rock together, and I felt another orgasm beginning to build again. It was all too perfect. Our pace slowly increased, and soon I was the one in control. As much as I wanted this to be nice and slow, I knew neither one of us could take the torture. I was so close, and he stopped me, asking me to lie down. He was inside me again in less than a minute, the pace still hard and fast. I was meeting him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back, my legs wrapped around his waist. I was biting into his shoulder as I cried out from pure pleasure. Our lips found each other again as everything began to intensify. I was getting so close. "Chris, come with me. I need you to come with me," I managed to get out. Moments later, I was screaming out his name as my orgasm took over, and I felt him reach his peak. We stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled away and laid down next to me. He took me into his arms, and that's how we fell asleep, my head on his chest, his arm around me, and my left arm draped over his stomach. I whispered, "I love you," as I drifted off. He was still hard; I felt him against my arm. My last thought as I drifted into a deep sleep was that this wasn't a dream. He was here with me, and we had just made love, and most importantly, he told me he loved me. I awoke more rested than I had felt in years, and I was still in his arms. I looked up to find him watching me. How long had he been watching me sleep? Seeing him made the morning even better. Yesterday wasn't a dream; none of it was. Chris smiled at me, and it was the sweetest smile. He pulled me closer to him, and I swear, we fit perfectly together. Without saying a word, he kissed me, pulling me on top of him. I straddled him, and his hands wandered all over me. He slid into me, making me moan, and I began to move on him. He moaned out my name and pulled me down to kiss me again. He was incredible; there was no other way to describe him. Our eyes locked as I continued to move, his hands on my hips. He stopped me, my body a few inches away from his, and he told me not to move. He began to thrust into me, making me cry out. A few minutes later, we reached our peak together. I was about to move, but he pulled me to him so that I was lying on top of him. "Good morning to you too," I laughed softly. "So, I guess you enjoyed your wake up call?" I nodded, feeling nothing but pure bliss. We stayed like that a few minutes longer, and then I moved to lie next to him. My brain decided that was the perfect time to kick me out of my blissful world. So, what did all of this mean? Did he really want to be with me? Exactly how did he mean the "I love you" when he said it? I pushed all the questions to the back of my mind. He and I had much to talk about, but now wasn't the time I. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his chest. I'd be happy if we could just stay like this forever. I felt him move, and I looked up at him. I just wasn't sure what to think of all of this, but I wasn't going to bring anything up right now. Getting up to get dressed was difficult for me because I didn't want to move, but I did anyway. He soon followed suit. I made breakfast, and I kept catching him staring at me. I was quiet, too much on my mind, so I didn't say much. "Kylie, what's on your mind, babe?" I shrugged in reply. I wasn't sure if now was the right time to have this talk, but would there ever be a right time? He moved to sit close to me and lifted my chin to look into his eyes. "You know you can talk to me about anything, no matter what it is, right?" I nodded. "So, talk to me. I can tell something's bothering you." I took a deep breath, and our eyes were still locked. "Chris, what did last night mean to you?" I could see he wasn't sure how to answer my question. "Was it just sex between friends or something more?" His eyes widened. "It was something more, much, much more, Kylie." He took a breath. "It's been a long time since we both agreed to be friends and nothing more. I've regretted that decision the moment it was made, but I never said anything because I thought it was what you wanted." I was speechless, but I did have one question. "What made you realize I wanted more?" "The way you looked at me as soon as you saw me. There was desire in your eyes, and love. I knew it was more than a friendship type of love. Then, when you were in my arms, you melted against me, as if..." he paused. "I'm not sure how to describe it. I knew that you felt the same way I did, but I couldn't figure out why you kept resisting." The look he was giving me was turning me into putty. "I resisted because of our decision. I've always wanted more, but I didn't think you did. I figured if you wanted more, you'd have to act on it. I was scared that if I did anything, that if I made a move, it'd push you away." Chris laughed. "You were damn good at hiding your feelings." I smiled. "I guess, so was I." "Mmmhmmm." We leaned toward each other and kissed. When the kiss ended, I pulled away and he was smiling. When he saw the look on my face, the smile disappeared. "There's one more problem, love. If we're going to be together, how are we going to do this?" I needed to know. "What do you mean?" He looked so cute when he was confused. "Well, obviously, you're going to be going home. How are we going to handle things? Are you going to want an open relationship or..." "No!" He cut me off. "I just want you, only you." He looked shocked that I even suggested it. "Look, let's not worry about that right now. We have a month before you go back to work. We'll figure things out later, okay? But no open relationship. I don't want to share you," he grinned. "I feel the same way," I smiled at him, happier than I had been in a long time. We decided to see a movie later in the day. I wasn't really in the mood to go anywhere at the moment, and he seemed to feel the same way. We sat on the couch, and he pulled me onto his lap. His arms were wrapped around my waist. "You know, I've been planning this trip since you told me your vacation was coming up. I was hoping we'd be able to spend this time together," Chris said. I laughed. "You're just lucky I didn't make any plans, sweets." "There's still time," he grinned. "We could always go somewhere together." He was placing kisses on my neck, making me shiver. "You keep that up, and I know exactly where we can go," I whispered. The kisses turned into nibbles and licks. It seemed he wanted to take me up on that invite. I knew I'd never be able to get enough of him, and part of that was because of how I felt for him. I kissed him and his hands slip up, under my shirt. As his hands reached my breasts, he growled, and it was a damn sexy growl. "I swear, I'm going to convince you to stop wearing bras, at least around me," he said as he unfastened it. I pulled it off, leaving my shirt on. For him, yeah, I'd stop, but just around him. His hands felt so good on my skin. Chris cupped my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples. As I squirmed on his lap, I felt him harden even more. Just feeling him was driving me crazy. As I went to get up, he stopped me, giving me a pouty look. I couldn't help but laugh, and I kissed him again. "Let me up, hon, and come join me in the bedroom." I smiled, and he finally let me up, but he wouldn't let me go. He stood and picked me up to carry me to my room. He laid me down on the bed and went to remove my pants, taking my panties off with them. He looked up at me, a sexy grin on his face, as he kissed up one leg and then the other. When his lips touched mine, I gasped. I could tell he loved the fact that I kept myself nice and smooth. He placed another soft kiss on me before he gave me a nice, long lick. My eyes were closed as I moaned, and my fingers were in his hair. I wanted more, and this teasing was going to kill me. He kept up with the licks for what seemed like forever before his lips locked onto my clit, sucking gently. His tongue began playing with my clit, and I screamed out his name as my orgasm took over me. I needed to feel him, all of him, inside me. As he moved up, I gently pushed him onto his back. I had yet to have my way with him, and I wasn't going to let him take that away from me. I wanted to taste him. We kissed, and I could taste myself on him again. I loved his kisses; I loved his lips, his hands, his eyes. I loved everything about him. I nibbled on his neck as his hands roamed over my body. I kissed, licked, nibbled, and sucked my way down his body, lingering on his stomach. I knew with the way I was nibbling on him, he'd end up with marks on him. I didn't think he'd mind. My hand caressed his cock as my lips moved over his body. He was trimmed, which made me even happier. I licked from the base of his shaft to the head of his cock, and the way he was moaning was turning me on even more. His fingers were running through my hair, and when I took him into my mouth, he moaned out my name, and his grip tightened. I moaned around him, loving the feeling of him slightly pulling my hair. I don't think he even realized what he was doing. I had a feeling he was fighting the urge to guide me, to set the pace, and I'm glad he didn't try. I wanted the both of us to enjoy this. I took my time, enjoying the reaction I was getting from him. After a while, he couldn't take it anymore. "Kylie, I need you, now." I didn't stop but increased my pace, moving my hand to match the pace of my mouth. His grip tightened on my hair again as he began to orgasm, but I didn't stop. When he loosened his grip on my hair, I looked up at him and smiled. I moved up, and he had me straddle him. Chris pulled me down, and as he entered me, he kissed me. We took our time, our hands wandering over our bodies, his lips kissing everywhere he could. I was moaning non-stop, calling out his name, encouraging him. We reached our peak together, and I saw stars. He stopped me again when I went to move, so I laid on top of him. He was still buried deep inside me and still hard. Damn, did he have stamina! The sound of his heartbeat was one of the most relaxing sounds I had ever heard. I could have fallen asleep where I was. His hands were running up and down my back, relaxing me even more. "Chris?" I said softly. "Hmmm?" He answered. "Baby, I need to move before I fall asleep." He let me up without a word, and I kissed him. I couldn't remember a time where I was this happy, but in the back of my mind, I knew it wouldn't last. Good things never lasted long for me. I didn't want to think about it, but it was going to stay in my head no matter what happened. "Kylie, I'm going to have a hell of a time leaving when the time comes." I looked up at him, and I could see he meant it. Then again, by the end of the month, it's possible that he wouldn't be able to wait to get away from me. "I already don't want you to go, hon, but you have a life of your own back home." I hadn't meant for it to sound like this was only temporary. I didn't want it to be, but it probably would be. I wasn't about to ask him to move here for me, and I couldn't get up and leave. I loved my job. What had we done? Chris smiled at me. "We'll figure something out." Yeah, I'm sure we would. He'll leave, and that would be the end of it. I deluded myself at the possibility of being with him, with an illusion that this was all real, that we would be together. He told me what I wanted to hear, and I let myself believe it. I might as well enjoy this next month because it's all I'm going to have with him. It'll tear me apart inside when he leaves, but I'll be able to deal with it. "Kylie, hon, what's wrong?" He sounded concerned. "Nothing. I was just lost in thought." At least it wasn't a complete lie. I knew what this was going to do to our friendship too; it'll be over. Damn, this was going to end up hurting so much. Maybe there would be a way of saving the friendship. I mean, we spent years with me hiding my feelings for him and going on as friends. Maybe I could hide the hurt as well. I guess that was going to be a bridge we'd cross when we got to it. As the days went by, we grew closer and closer, and my heart grew heavier. It seemed that any free moment I had, all I could think about was how things would end. I may be able to hide the pain, but it would take me longer to heal. Did I really want to do that to myself? I found myself watching him as he slept, memorizing everything about him. I knew him so well already, burning him into my mind. I memorized his touch, his kisses, the way he looked at me; I could feel all of it just when I closed my eyes. He was right for me in every way that mattered to me, but I had to keep reminding myself that he had a life somewhere else. I cherished our time together, and I always would. Inside, I was breaking, but I was doing it to myself. At times, I wondered if he could see what I was hiding, but he never showed any signs. "Kylie, I really don't want to go back," Chris said to me. What was I supposed to say to that? I didn't want him to leave either, but in two weeks, he'd be on his way back home. "I know, love. I don't want you to go back either, but neither of us can change things," I smiled softly. He held me close as we sat on the couch together. I didn't know what else to say. The night before he left, I'll never forget. His touches and kisses were pure bliss; he made me feel like a goddess with the way he worshipped my body. All night, we made love, and I was wishing the night would never end. The next morning, neither one of us wanted to get out of bed because we both knew what it would mean. As he finished packing, I made breakfast. We didn't say much, knowing that this was pretty much going to be goodbye. Before we knew it, it was time for me to take him to the bus station. We kissed one last time, and I watched him disappear onto the bus. My heart was heavy as I got in the car and drove off. As I sat at the stoplight, I fought off the tears that were getting ready to spill as I got a text message from him that read, "I love you." The light turned green before I got a chance to reply, and as I drove forward, a car slammed into me on the driver's side, killing me on impact. A Friendly Visit There she is standing in the kitchen where she always stands. Back turned to the door. She didn't hear me come in. She's not expecting me. I moved away. If I come up behind her it will startle her but, I have wanted her for so long that just feeling her heart race will excite me. This is a risk. We are both married. Her kids can walk in at any minute. I think she wants me. I told her before I left that I had a crush on her for at least 5 years. I couldn't leave without telling her. She cupped my face in her hands. I couldn't move. Her breath was sweet. The kiss was soft, her lips even softer. When she stepped back I could breath again. I didn't even know I was holding my breath. No woman has ever had that effect on me. This was the second time with her though. That scares me. I lied. It's more than a crush, I am in love with her. I think she knows. She then turns and tells me that the timing isn't right. She would feel too guilty sneaking around. I guess I would too but I can't help but feel that I would be forgiven if it were with her. She made sure that no matter what my attempts that we were never truly alone after that. She's afraid to fall in love with me I think. So here I am a few weeks later staring at her back wondering what she will do if I wrap my arms around her and kiss her neck. Does she still want me? Suddenly I am scared. Will I screw up my friendship with her? She's one of my best friends. My heart is pounding as I step forward. I am going to do this. I have to know. It's now or never. I want her. I move fast so that I don't lose my nerve. I taste the salt on the skin of her neck. I love her scent. She leaps out of my arms with a soft squeak. It takes her a minute to catch her breath. I really scared her. I can't give her too long. If she thinks about it she'll pull away. I step back into her. I search her eyes wordlessly asking if I can kiss her. Her eyes are so intense. I almost lose myself in the search. Finally I find what I am looking for and lean in. I feel all of my lust pour into my kiss. I am trying to be soft. All of my willpower is going into not ripping her clothes off. So my kiss is hard and desperate. I step back to find my self-control. I need more. She's not holding herself back this time either. She kisses me. I feel her passion. Will she let herself have this? Will she give in? I ask her how much time do we have? She says enough and grabs my hand. She starts to walk towards the bedroom. I let her lead me. I hear my blood flowing and pounding in my ears. I look down at myself and know that I am ready. I turn to lock the bedroom door and she is already on the bed. I am not wasting any time either. I lay on top of her. She moans as I kiss her deeply and grind into her. Now I feel her desperation. I kiss her neck just below the ear, working my way down to her collarbone and bite. She lets out a soft moan. I kiss her lips again as I begin to undo her shirt. I kiss in a straight line down the center of her chest till I reach her stomach. Before I return to her lips, I kiss the exposed part of her breasts still in her plain white bra. As I kiss her I remove her shirt and roll her towards me to take off her bra. She pulls off my shirt. Her skin is hot on mine. I feel like I am going to explode. Her skin is so soft. I kiss my way down to her breasts now. Biting. Licking. Kissing all around without touching her hard nipples. Teasing her with anticipation. Finally I give in. Rough. Hard. I let her know how bad it's teasing me too. I suck gently but bite again before I release her nipple from my mouth. I blow cool air to see how hard her nipple will get before repeating my actions on her other breast. My pants are on fire. I open her legs so that she can feel me better as I rub myself into her. Her body moves so fluidly and sexy under mine. I want to be inside of her. I fumble with the button of her pants. It would help if I looked but I can't tear my lips off of hers. Finally I get them open, so I reach inside. She is so wet I feel it through her underwear. She's ready. I slide my hand underneath the fabric and without any warning I enter her. She gasps from the surprise but hugs me tightly into place. I stop kissing her to look into her eyes. I want her to see my lust. I want to see her pleasure as I work my finger in and out of her. Her eyes are half closed almost purring in contentment to finally feel some release. Momentary disappointment shows on her face when stop to remove her pants. I kiss the inside of her thigh moving closer to what I want. I stop to gently her mound before moving to her other thigh. I press the palm of my hand into her as I kiss. She pushes against and bucks her hips to meet my hand. I can't wait any longer all I want to do is taste her. She raises her hips for me to remove her underwear. She is so wet. I look into her eyes again then dive. Her taste is amazing. Now she's loud. Pushing her self against my probing tongue. I pull back. I know she's not far. I have to tease her so that she can hold out. I want to prolong this. I have waited too long. I softly lick and press my tongue for a second on her clit. She pushes harder on me. She doesn't want me to be too gentle. She begs me not tease and tells me how close she is. I don't listen. I like the sound of her pleading. I want her first orgasm with me to be one she will never forget. I can stay down here for as long as I need to. I move my hand to put my finger back inside of her. I stop licking to look into her eyes again. I smile devilishly before quickly reentering her. Not too rough but just enough to compliment how hard my tongue pushed as I lick from my finger to the top of her clit. She explodes before I can lick the length of her a second time. She moans so loud it's almost a scream. I feel her orgasm. Her muscles contract and release around my finger. I wipe my face on the bed as I come up to kiss her softly. I need my release now. She pushes me onto my back and climbs on top of me. Kisses me deeply and passionately. I wake up. It was just a dream. I am home on my couch where I fell asleep. It was so real. The taste of her is still in my mouth. A Friendly Visit This was all too much for me and I started really pounding Linda with my cock and I immediately exploded deep into her pussy. I felt like electric shocks were running through my body, a spastic jerking was causing me to thrust into Linda deep and hard, I had no control over my own body and it felt great!. All of a sudden I heard Linda cry out and start to shake uncontrollably. She obviously was having one hell of a climax as well and this made me continue to jerk in and out of her, what an intense and wonderful feeling!! It seemed like we were all frozen in time as we came down from our climax high and started to look around at each other. All of a sudden we all started to laugh at the same time and then just collapsed in a heap. Bill was the first to speak. "Did we just do what I think we did?" "Yep" we all said in unison, and started to laugh again. "I don't know about anyone else but I thought that was completely awesome" I said. They all shook their head in agreement. I don't think any of us knew what to say. Slowly one by one we got up and tried to put ourselves together, grab our drinks and sit back down. "So why did we wait so long to do this?" Linda asked. "Don't know, but I for one am glad we finally did" I said. They all agreed. We spent the rest of the evening talking about how each one of us felt during the whole experience and no one expressed regret or disappointment. I think we all felt like kids again and it felt great. We ended up retiring to our own rooms around 1:00 in the morning and Amy and I started talking about what happened again. We both got so hot talking about it we ended up making love again. The next day we had to leave. We always hate when it's time to head back home but this time we disliked it even more. We did all agree that last night would not be the last time we would get together; in fact we all seemed to look forward to it. This new dimension to our friendship is bound to open up all kinds of possibilities and I can't wait to find out what those possibilities are!!